I am now in need a Pirate!Sherlock icon
Jul. 11th, 2012 11:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
impulsereaderOnce upon a Time...oh, sorry, no...erm...not that Time. That other one, over there, just to the left; do you see, it’s waving to you - yes, well spotted! That Time. Oh look, it’s put on a green hat with a pom on top so you can keep track of it more easily. It always has been a very friendly, obliging Time; at least, most of the bits which we’ll be dealing with have.
Well, now that we’ve got that straight, Once upon that Time there was a little boy named Sherlock Holmes. In order to visit with him now we will swoop and dart over a London which I think would not be familiar even to those of you who may routinely walk the streets of your very own London. The London which little Sherlock Holmes inhabits is one engulfed in a singular fog of mystery and magic; it waits for us, holding its breath for just a fraction of a second to allow us inside, then unfolds its secrets before us like an origami crane coming undone.
At the time we are now soaring in to fly through the window of this little boy’s room, he is a very happy little boy. He is engaged in poring over a set of navigational charts which show him the details of the whole of the coastline of Britain. The charts had been a birthday present from his Grandmere Sabine on the occasion of his sixth birthday, which had been celebrated just the previous day.
In appearance, he is a charming child, especially when his clear blue (or are they grey?) eyes are this wide with excitement and his mop of curly black hair dips and flies about as his attention darts from one chart to another. The room he inhabits is almost as equally charming; it is cluttered with books and toys, everything a lively, growing boy could want. Mobiles adorn the ceiling; the most elaborate in the center is comprised of beautiful miniature sailing ships, tiny works of art which gaily sail through the air above Sherlock’s head; nearby is another made up of exotic fish representing every colour you’ve ever seen (and perhaps just a few you haven’t); my favorite is hung in a corner and it dazzles the eye with twirling prisms which grace Sherlock’s bedroom walls with dancing rainbows.
We now hear a prim knock at our little boy’s bedroom door, which subsequently opens to reveal a prim-looking boy (rather newly teen-age) with neatly-cut ginger hair. This is Sherlock’s brother, Mycroft. “Sherlock,” he instructs firmly, “come have your tea. Mummy is waiting.”
Stricken, Sherlock looks up from his treasures. “But, Mycroft, I have to study.”
Mycroft sniffs a bit at first and looks inclined to roll his eyes at this claim; but he thinks better of it after a moment (he is a good lad, really, just rather inclined to feel self-important more often than not) and moves into the room. He does not go so far as to join his brother on the floor, but he does take a seat on the bed. “What are you studying then?” He leans over to take a closer look at the piles of paper which create a virtual sea around the boy.
“Sailing, of course! I must learn the tides first, but ever so many other things too, Mycroft. I already know all the parts of the ship and how to make her ready to sail, but I’ve never done it myself on a real ship. I must have one to practice on, and I must learn about the weather, and the main trade routes as well as the ones not used as heavily, and the shipping lanes, and -,”
But Mycroft was frowning at him, and rather abruptly interrupted this spilling of childish nonsense. “Sherlock, what are you talking about? You’ll learn to sail in a year or two, you’ve already been promised that, but what is this about trade routes? Holmeses don’t traipse around with cargo. Uncle Richard, who does deign to deal with trade (Mycroft sniffs again here) manages the business from his company’s offices in London; and you certainly won’t be working with him when you’re grown up.”
“Oh no, certainly not.” Young Sherlock sounds horrified at this idea.
Mycroft is obviously pleased that he got his point across so easily; it was sometimes quite difficult to bring Sherlock around to his way of thinking, he can be rather stubborn.
“I’m going to be a pirate!”
Well, now that we’ve got that straight, Once upon that Time there was a little boy named Sherlock Holmes. In order to visit with him now we will swoop and dart over a London which I think would not be familiar even to those of you who may routinely walk the streets of your very own London. The London which little Sherlock Holmes inhabits is one engulfed in a singular fog of mystery and magic; it waits for us, holding its breath for just a fraction of a second to allow us inside, then unfolds its secrets before us like an origami crane coming undone.
At the time we are now soaring in to fly through the window of this little boy’s room, he is a very happy little boy. He is engaged in poring over a set of navigational charts which show him the details of the whole of the coastline of Britain. The charts had been a birthday present from his Grandmere Sabine on the occasion of his sixth birthday, which had been celebrated just the previous day.
In appearance, he is a charming child, especially when his clear blue (or are they grey?) eyes are this wide with excitement and his mop of curly black hair dips and flies about as his attention darts from one chart to another. The room he inhabits is almost as equally charming; it is cluttered with books and toys, everything a lively, growing boy could want. Mobiles adorn the ceiling; the most elaborate in the center is comprised of beautiful miniature sailing ships, tiny works of art which gaily sail through the air above Sherlock’s head; nearby is another made up of exotic fish representing every colour you’ve ever seen (and perhaps just a few you haven’t); my favorite is hung in a corner and it dazzles the eye with twirling prisms which grace Sherlock’s bedroom walls with dancing rainbows.
We now hear a prim knock at our little boy’s bedroom door, which subsequently opens to reveal a prim-looking boy (rather newly teen-age) with neatly-cut ginger hair. This is Sherlock’s brother, Mycroft. “Sherlock,” he instructs firmly, “come have your tea. Mummy is waiting.”
Stricken, Sherlock looks up from his treasures. “But, Mycroft, I have to study.”
Mycroft sniffs a bit at first and looks inclined to roll his eyes at this claim; but he thinks better of it after a moment (he is a good lad, really, just rather inclined to feel self-important more often than not) and moves into the room. He does not go so far as to join his brother on the floor, but he does take a seat on the bed. “What are you studying then?” He leans over to take a closer look at the piles of paper which create a virtual sea around the boy.
“Sailing, of course! I must learn the tides first, but ever so many other things too, Mycroft. I already know all the parts of the ship and how to make her ready to sail, but I’ve never done it myself on a real ship. I must have one to practice on, and I must learn about the weather, and the main trade routes as well as the ones not used as heavily, and the shipping lanes, and -,”
But Mycroft was frowning at him, and rather abruptly interrupted this spilling of childish nonsense. “Sherlock, what are you talking about? You’ll learn to sail in a year or two, you’ve already been promised that, but what is this about trade routes? Holmeses don’t traipse around with cargo. Uncle Richard, who does deign to deal with trade (Mycroft sniffs again here) manages the business from his company’s offices in London; and you certainly won’t be working with him when you’re grown up.”
“Oh no, certainly not.” Young Sherlock sounds horrified at this idea.
Mycroft is obviously pleased that he got his point across so easily; it was sometimes quite difficult to bring Sherlock around to his way of thinking, he can be rather stubborn.
“I’m going to be a pirate!”
![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
no subject
Date: 2012-07-15 11:12 pm (UTC)Magical universes lend themselves beautifully to crossover fic. You really should write this ♥
no subject
Date: 2012-07-15 11:25 pm (UTC)Oh, and music controls the magic of the air which keeps the air ships flying - this is why Sherlock takes up the violin. :-)
no subject
Date: 2012-07-15 11:47 pm (UTC)I'm not sure what I want to write next now that my OUAT fic is finished. I'm spending the rest of Sunday mainlining season one of Game of Thrones, and already finding some inspiration, although it's set in such a brutal world, one which doesn't allow women much agency. I'll have to go in search of the fandom, and see what people are finding interesting; If We Shadows Have Offended pretty much sank like a stone in terms of fandom interest. And it does matter, at least a little. I like talking to people, dammit, about interpretations and anticipation and general fannish squee.
Will Sherlock visit Shipwreck Cove? I would love, love, love to see him interact with Teague :-)
no subject
Date: 2012-07-16 12:33 am (UTC)It was your fic that I missed! I saw the last chapter come through, but I wanted to go back and read it from the beginning all as once piece. I knew there was something that I had to catch up on. I'm so sorry! I'll catch up this week.
I've read all but the most recent Game of Thrones books but haven't seen the show. I tend to get a bit shirty about it because I don't think he's actually going to finish the books and I'm annoyed with him for keeping on insisting that he will do. I would definitely love to read and discuss with you though, since I'm at least familiar with the books. I imagine the fandom is doing wonderful things with the female characters, there's lot to work with.
no subject
Date: 2012-07-16 02:00 am (UTC)I'm only on episode three of the first season of GoT, but the show is really, really well done. The female characters are very strong, and they do find a way to find a power, don't they? The history and relationships and culture are developing well - not an easy thing to do, given the complexity and sheer number of players.
I'll let you know what I discover about the GoT fandom, if I can find it. They're a bit elusive these days, and I'm hoping it exists somewhere besides Tumblr. Hope you enjoy the conclusion of the OUAT fic if you find the time, no worries :-)
Teague and Sherlock - yes.
no subject
Date: 2012-07-16 03:39 am (UTC)Season 1 is all there is at this point, correct? GoT is a bit deceptive when it comes to female characters. At the beginning we readers are presented with a distinctly male dominated chivalric society, but it isn't long before all hell breaks loose.
My first thought was that the lack of GoT fandom might be due to the fact that Martin has famously declared himself opposed to fanfic; but then I realized that by putting it on TV he has basically given up any imaginary influence he may have had on this issue. He has a blog and he knows of the existence of fanfic; therefore he has made his own bed. Hopefully, he has the good sense to stop speaking out against something which only encourages people to read/watch his work. Just a bit of a rant...sorry!
no subject
Date: 2012-07-16 03:57 am (UTC)Rants :-)
Lady Stark has just opened a can of whoop-ass by way of avenging her son's attempted murder in episode 4 (the tavern scene on her northern home turf); I definitely see what you mean about all hell breaking loose. I'm hooked.
no subject
Date: 2012-07-16 04:36 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-07-16 04:59 am (UTC)And yes, Tumblr is incomprehensible; I don't have a clue why people have migrated there for fandom squee. That's where OUAT fandom primarily lives, unfortunately, as well as on ffnet. Looks like everyone is having fun, but it's so difficult to navigate.
Back in the good old days, before you had walk five miles in the snow to find fanfic...
no subject
Date: 2012-07-16 05:20 am (UTC)I've replied to every comment I've received on Ao3, and believe me, my intent has been to provoke some sort of conversation - maybe two or three have obliged for one more round...
I'm not even all that hot to attract loads of attention at this point - considering that I'm frequently posting asking people to give me ideas and tell me what they think - but the entire point of fandom is to reach out and discuss - as you mentioned as we started this conversation.
ugh - bed and actual job = actual paycheck - please forgive me...I've moved 'If We Shadows Have Offended' into a gDoc and will catch up tomorrow...
good night!