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sherlockbbc_fic) wrote2012-05-02 02:43 pm
Filling Fest!
The Filling Fest Is Over. Thanks for everyone who participated!
Thanks to everyone who voted and shared their input. It really helped us figure out how things will go.
The fest will focus on prompts from Parts VI-VII (for those who want to fill prompts from the earlier days of the meme), and Parts XXIV-XXV (for those who want to revisit prompts from right after series two was aired. If you want to use the Filled Prompt Posts to browse through prompts, Part VI starts here, and Part XXIV starts here.
1. For the next three days, you can browse through those four parts and nominate prompts you’d like to see filled. Please include the full prompt and the link to the original prompt in your nomination. Those three days are for nominations only; don’t start posting your fills until this period is over.
2. After those three days, the nomination period will end and the filling period will begin. If you’re inspired by a nominated prompt, that’s great. If you prefer to look through those four parts and fill something that catches your eye, that’s great too. The filling period will last for two weeks.
3. All kinds of fills are welcome, as are multiple fills.
4. Anon posting is allowed, but not required.
5. Nominations without the link to the original prompt will be deleted. Same for nominations from parts other than VI, VII, XXIV and XXV.
6. Only post new fills that you haven’t posted anywhere before. If you have a WIP from one of those parts that’s gathering dust on your hard drive, it’s fine to post it, but only if you never started posting it.
7. Post your fill in this thread, but link to your fill in the original post (or in the Overflow post if the original post is full).
8. Please consider warning for triggery prompts (and also for fills, because some people read in flat view) and phrasing prompts in a manner that strives to be respectful. Things which you might want to consider warning for include: Rape/Non-Con, Death, Suicidal Thoughts, Self-Harm, Underage Relationships, among others.
9. If you have questions, please ask in the appropriate thread in this post.
One last thing: have fun!
The filling period will end on Saturday May 19th around 20:00 GMT.
Post your fill as a direct reply to THIS THREAD and please include the original prompt (or a summary of the prompt).
Chiarascuro - 1d/1
Sherlock had been days without a case and he was starting to grow agitated. There was an abyss inside of him. It was gaping and greedy and fathomless. He tried to keep it at bay as best he could. He did this by building walls. He built walls out of mysteries, and science, and music; he built them out of sprints across London, out of cases from Scotland Yard, out of fights with Mycroft, but no matter how much he built them up they always, eventually, came crashing down. In those few moments that his body had to stand still, his mind raced forward, a freight train unable to stop, doomed by its own momentum. It tore down the walls he had so carefully erected, leaving him exposed to face that yawning chasm. And it would consume him.
Sherlock had nothing to draw, but he drew anyway. He drew himself with his friend. His friend could distract him from that abyss. How? What would he say? What would he do?
He was not a stupid man and he was a well-trained soldier. So he had little concern for his own personal safety. He was an upstanding, moral man. So he had no reverence for people who were criminals. He would make snarky, clever quips about suspects. Sherlock loved snark and he loved clever.
What else?
He was an honest person, a kind person. He could see the pathos in people that Sherlock could not properly fathom. He could see the humour in something Sherlock had said in perfect seriousness. He could see through Sherlock’s tantrums. He could laugh at himself. He could make Sherlock laugh at himself.
Yes that was how. His army doctor could make him laugh.
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Sherlock sat hugging his knees to his chest. He had a potential case but god did it sound boring! So he was putting it off in favor of looking at his pictures. They were spread out around him, propped up against the table and in the chair opposite him. He had more pictures than he’d had cases to draw which resulted in a lot of the pictures just being himself and his friend. He let himself become even more distracted from the fact that he had something to be doing by letting his mind wander.
His friend. What would he look like in color? Sherlock drew in carbon and charcoal so he’d never thought about it before. But it struck him now. Maybe he should start. What color were his eyes? Perhaps grey, like Sherlock’s but not like Sherlock’s, darker. Dark grey. What about his hair? He always drew his friend’s hair a bit dark. It was too light to be brown though, and not light enough to be blond. It was more a sort of in between color, ash blond. He would prefer neutral and earthy tones, colors he could feel comfortable in. Never anything too flashy, he wasn’t a flashy person.
Sherlock picked up the nearest drawing and smiled faintly. The picture was protected by cellophane and so he did not hesitate when the urge to touch the picture took him. He ran his fingers over the figure in the image beside him.
What was his doctor’s name? Not something outlandish like his own name, that would never do. For all that this man was an extraordinary person; there was nothing boastful about him. He didn’t need to stand out to be happy.
“John,” Sherlock says with a smile. “Doctor John Watson.”
“You’ve gotten awfully good, Sherlock.”
Sherlock started, his gaze snapping to his right. Deep grey blue eyes set into a round face framed by ash blond hair gazed back at him. There was a gentle crinkle at the corners of his eyes and a small smile on his lips. He leaned heavily against the back of Sherlock’s chair. Sherlock stared at him, speechless. The man, John, only smiled wider. Finally he clapped Sherlock heavily on the shoulder.
“What are you sitting here for you great prat? Don’t we have job to be doing?”
He moved to stand in front of Sherlock, his hand held out in offering. The left side of Sherlock’s mouth curled up and he grasped John’s hand. The shorter man pulled the taller to his feet and they grinned at each other.
“Right you are, John.”
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