Many Clapped. Some Didn't. A Few Beasts Hissed.
as per usual, this is inspired by the brilliant anon who is writing The Theory Of Narrative Causality over at the sherlockbbc_fic journal. Go read that, right now.
The first time Sherlock reads one of jumperfucker's fics, he almost smashes his laptop.
It was only the desire to read the fic again, to make sure, that halted his arms midair, bringing ( Read more... )
The first time Sherlock reads one of jumperfucker's fics, he almost smashes his laptop.
It was only the desire to read the fic again, to make sure, that halted his arms midair, bringing ( Read more... )
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Ugh I want to believe in Watsons, too.
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... *cough*
This was wonderful. I love that that most wonderful of metas is inspiring fic of its own. XD Brilliant job! I hope you write some more ... >.>,
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But I think I will probably be writing some more. I want to explore some more characters of the meta!verse, PARTICULARLY OLD GREG. Love me some Lestrade.
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Also congrats on getting author!Anon's approval! I feel like I should make you an approval cake...
Yay! I love how Sherlock just KNOWS John is perfect for him, his other half, the literal Watson to his literal Holmes.
Such fun
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And it really is such fun to write these, seriously. I'm really glad everyone's enjoying them (:
I was a bit worried it might be a bit weird with SHERLOCK FINDS HIS SOULMATE AND THEN STALKS HIM ONLINE TRALALA but, to me, it just seems a very Sherlock thing to do, especially the metaverse!Sherlock.
So again, cheers for reading and commenting. You're the best.
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andand i said i'd write fic of fic of fic and i will so here, for you.
jumperfucker's first name is John and he writes about sunrises.
Sherlock makes flowcharts for six months. He makes pie charts and spreadsheets and train diagrams and tranquil maps, until he has an outline, a silhouette, the passable, malleable framework of a man. He sits up in leather armchairs, constructing John out of averages and statistics and hand-knit jumpers, and he tells himself it is not imagination; it is logic, specific & analytic inferences, slicing under his skin with the smooth delicacy of a needle ( ... )
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Have I ever told you how much I love you? How utterly brilliant you are?
Seriously. I feel honoured. You can't even understand. This makes me want to smash my laptop seriously
John writing his stories on Sherlock is possibly the single most beautiful thought I've ever seen. I love that Sherlock is this flighty thing, that you're okay with that, that you're running with it and he's nervous but he's still in control to some modicum and I really really want to scratch my eyes out you have no idea just what this has done to me. I do not know how to deal with things like normal people.
I'll just have to keep writing, if that's okay with you, because I literally cannot.
Thank you, so so much. Hngh.
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And ffft the writing/drawing on each other is a big kink of mine, so it is absolutely happening in this 'verse. Just. Yes.
Thank you, no, really, you are fantastic.
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I can't wait to do some more. I said to someone else earlier, I definitely want to look at Lestrade a bit. See what he's got going on in his life, and his introduction to the fandom too. OH HO. Fun times for me!
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