In Which Irene Does Not Develop Feelings For Sherlock, But Is Instead Guilty Of A More Heinous Crime

Oh yeah, the 29th thing to happen today.

Lol :)

You know everything in the world is going to shit when the day is almost over and not one person has acknowledged that it’s Friday the 13th.

DEVIL JOHN

Fandom: Sherlock

Rating: Explicit

Summary: John is dead, but that's not the end for him. Not when he has a soul left to corrupt.

Excerpt:

Why was it so dark here?

His wound was gone now, but there had been an awful lot of blood before.

“Are you done now?” A voice called out, a lilting voice that rose and fell like music. “Have you realized yet, or are you still in denial?”

“Hello? Where am I? I can't see you.”

“It's hard for you, I know, but I would have expected that as a doctor you would realize the truth sooner rather than later.”

The voice sounded familiar, male, a bit high pitched, sing-song. No, it couldn't be. “Who are you?”

“You know who I am. You just don't...want...to believe it. You don't want to see it either. I haven't seen this much smoke since the first time I burned down my orphanage.”

“Moriarty? But you're dead!”

“Yes, I am...Ah! You almost see it, but your mind is fighting it. You have such a titanic skill at denial, don't you John?”

“Denying what!”John barked. The light became darker. “What are you doing with the lights?”

“Nothing Johnny boy. It's you who is doing it.”

“I'm not dead!”

“You are, that's why you won't see me. When you realize the truth, it will all become clear.”

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Holmes not giving a single damn about where he’ll have to go or how far he’ll have to run, because as long as Watson is there with him it’ll be home to him.

And Watson agreeing to leave everything behind and follow Holmes wherever, for however long, to the ends of the earth if must be, without even a second’s hesitation.

I’ll never not be crying over this scene.

Devil John

Chapter 5 - Tea

Fandom:Sherlock

Rating: Explicit

Excerpt:

The Black Dragon's Blood is long gone. It had given him confidence last time, burning through his veins. Without it, his anger is buried deep, even so, he can feel it simmering like a coal covered in a bed of ash waiting to catch fire again.

“So,”John says, looking back at the newspaper again. “Has it really been over a year?”

“Almost two.”

“I see.”

“But time passes differently in Hell, you said.”

“Yes.”

“Was it much shorter?”

“Hard to say. It's hard to tell the hours apart when things are always the same.”

“It would be interesting to make a calculation of the differences. That is, people have speculated about the afterlife for quite a long time, and this is a unique opportunity to write something definitive on the subject. If you could simply describe what it is like there. I mean, I've read books. There are tales of a tunnel, some sort of light, but no one ever sees what's on the other side of the ...”

“I don't want to talk about it.”

“Is it that you are forbidden from speaking of it? You might let me guess. Then you only need nod. Is it anything like Dante's inferno? Or is it possibly that you...”

“I said that I don't want to talk about it!”

Sherlock stops talking. That more than anything drives John to turn and face him. Sherlock seems much healthier than before. He's underweight, as always, but despite his leg, he seems in good vigor. His blue eyes sparkle in the light from the window, and there is nothing about them that suggests that he isn't sleeping.

“You came back to me,” Sherlock says with eyes soft with feeling.

“Did you doubt I would?”

“No.”

“Liar. If you didn't doubt it, you wouldn't have mentioned in the first place.”

John walks over to his chair. It has been recently dusted and the union jack pillow neatly placed in the center. He thinks of sitting in it, but that would be too normal, so he walks around the chair instead placing his hands on the back to steady himself as he looks down at Sherlock.

Sherlock stares at him in wonder. John looks at his amazed face and then down at his own hands. He is uncertain what to do next. This isn't a completely uncommon state of affairs. Sherlock often unsettles him. When he had been alive, he had felt so confused at times, knowing that he wanted to say something, but not quite knowing what it was. But this is embarrassing. Demons aren't supposed to feel awkward, not in any vision of the afterlife that he's heard of. He rocks back and forth on his heels glancing up at Sherlock who is staring at him as if he believes that tearing his eyes away would make John disappear.

John starts to talk, then stops. Last visit he said some things that he was ashamed of. He wants to apologize to Sherlock for calling him names and for hurting him, but he's fairly certain that apologizing is also something that demons don't do. He had thought that death would change things, but he was pants at this sort of thing when he was alive, and it seems that he's going to be a pants demon as well?

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Wow, another BlackDragon

From James A Owen’s FB page:

To paraphrase the old joke about eating elephants: “How do you eat a Dragon? Easy – one bite at a time.” That’s how you tackle big goals with big challenges, and how I’ve been managing the new Kickstarter for the trio of coloring books. Focus on enough small achievements, and before you know it, you’ve crossed the finish line. So for today, I have TWO goals I’m trying to reach: First, I need SIXTEEN more backers to reach 200. This is a very doable goal. smile emoticon And second, I want to bring in just $1546 in pledges – that amount puts the project at over $14k, but more importantly, it reduces the amount still to reach to four digits. And then it’s simply a race to the finish line. smile emoticon So please share the link with the friends and family you think will like three new books filled with pictures to cherish and color, and let’s see if we can find sixteen more people to take a bite out of a Dragon.

https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/1401678214/all-the-colors-of-magic-a-trio-of-coloring-books

Since James posted this he’s had a handful of new backers, but is still a few  shy of 200, and the $14k immediate goal. His art is gorgeous. The quality of the first coloring book is fantastic. If you like dragons, or coloring books, or art, take a look. Please reblog, or go find the post on FB and share it there. Or both. Both is good. :)

Gonna be needing her this summer.

The Goddess Serket

Detail of a gilded statuette of Serket, goddess of healing stings and bites, from the canopic shrine. From the Tomb of Tutankhamun (KV62), Valley of the Kings, West Thebes. Now in the Egyptian Museum, Cairo. JE 60686

Sandy Nour “To the Moon & Back” Resort 2020 Semi Couture Collection

The Sacramento Public Library started a “Library of Things” last year, allowing patrons to check out, among other things, sewing machines and other items that patrons may find useful, but don’t need to own long-term.

Beautiful

Cover for The Stars Move Still by BeautifulFiction