waid: (violin land)
2030-04-11 06:35 pm

I Speak Victorian

Waid's Fanfiction.


"What is the meaning of it, Watson?" said Holmes solemnly as he laid down the paper. "What object is served by this circle of misery and violence and fear?"

(Drama, angst, hurt/comfort and tragedy)

Text Omitted. 2000 words. Watson learns something disconcerting about Holmes' past. ' Holmes’ tone is light, but something in it, and the thought that if it is easy to imagine Holmes harming himself it is very hard to imagine him letting anyone get close enough to burn him, makes Watson raise himself onto his elbow and look down anxiously. “When did this happen?” '
Warnings - reference to child abuse (physical, not sexual).

The Old Campaigner. 3000 words. AU Reichenbach. Watson races back to the falls to discover that Sebastian Moran, old shikari and best shot in India, did not go there unarmed. "Holmes was stretched on his back, his limbs flung askew, and I could see at a glance that one leg was badly broken. His clothes were sodden with the spray."

Infallibly Deadly
441 words. AU Dying Detective. Watson opened the poisoned box.
Warnings: Imminent and inevitable death; utter, irreparable emotional carnage for everyone; it's evil and horrible and you don't want to read it.

Winter in London Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV, Part V, Part VI, Part VII Part VIII , Part IXPart X, Part XI, Part XII Part XIII, Part XIV, Part XV, Part XVIPart XVIIPart XVIIIPart XIX
(W.I.P) Watson tries to live with the memory of a terrible bargain in secrecy.  "The strange detached attention in that slack face was on me again. He asked, “What would you do to stop me?”
Warnings - rape, reference to child prostitution, violence.


"Life is full of whimsical happenings, Watson."

(Comedy, romance, crack and fluff)

Like a Dream 700 words. Inexplicably, Holmes and Watson time-travel to 1989. “But everyone’s hair, Holmes!”

Floriography Lessons. 1000 words. Now that they are in a "romantic relationship", Watson subjects Holmes to the intricacies of Victorian courtship. Holmes learns about the Language of Flowers, among other things. 

The Adventure of the Blue Box Part I, Part II, Part III 8000 words. The real reason Holmes didn't come straight home after The Final Problem? A certain Time Lord still can't land the TARDIS properly... Gen, apart from some ambiguous wistfulness. 

Songs of Spring
850 words. Holmes sends the manuscript of The Lion's Mane to the absent Watson -- though  maybe his absence isn't as long-term as all that. (Almost angsty enough to go in the "misery" section, but ultimately fluffy as a feather  bed.)

waid: (angst)
2010-09-22 01:46 pm

Winter in London -- Part XXI/XXI -- The End!


If'd I'd had the slightest idea how long I'd be writing this I'd never have got started... and so for many, many complicated reasons, I'm glad I didn't.

[livejournal.com profile] katieforsythe will know which bit is for her.

Thanks so much to everyone who's encouraged me along the way.

 Part I,
Part II,
Part III,
Part IV
,
Part V
Part VI,
Part VII
Part VIII 
Part IX
Part X,
Part XI,
Part XII
,
Part XIII,
Part XIV,
Part XV,
Part XVI
Part XVII,
Part XVIII,
Part XIX
Part XX

Winter in London -- Part XXI )

 

waid: (angst)
2010-09-06 07:02 pm

Winter in London Part XX of XXI


I finished my projects! Well, sort of. Well, I've got to the end of each of them and yes I need to go back and fix various remaining problems BUT WE'RE NOT GOING TO THINK ABOUT THAT RIGHT NOW. What matters right now is that what ELSE is finished is the penultimate chapter of this monster.


 Part I,
Part II,
Part III,
Part IV
,
Part V
Part VI,
Part VII
Part VIII 
Part IX
Part X,
Part XI,
Part XII
,
Part XIII,
Part XIV,
Part XV,
Part XVI
Part XVII,
Part XVIII,
Part XIX


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2010-09-04 05:28 pm

LJ fuckery

I'm still hoping everything will somehow work out but I've made a dreamwidth account and imported my stuff there just in case. I don't think my own personal privacy is particularly threatened, but the whole thing is bollocks nevertheless, and  if people DO end up leaving LJ in large numbers then no one will comment on my storieeeees  I'll have to go if I'm not to lose touch with people

http://waid.dreamwidth.org/

*sigh*

Oh yes, and please don't repost comments to my LJ to facebook. You needn't worry I will do that to you.

waid: (angst)
2010-08-17 09:31 pm

WHYYYYYYY?????

Why  did Mitchell and Webb just do that to me?? What did I ever do them?

Uh, editing for coherence:

Senile Holmes in a nursing home, despairing Watson trying to make him think he's still a brilliant detective, USE OF WATSON'S FUCKING CHRISTIAN NAME. "I know, John. I do know. I can't get the fog to clear..."

*tearful meeting of eyes*
*total absence of punchline*
*end*

*credits*

WHY.

They just had to break out the "John," didn't they?


*is destroyed.*

Oh, and? You know what I'm doing this week? You know what's got me so tired and grumpy this evening? Taking care of my once-brilliant, now-not-so-much, 92-year-old grandfather.

He's still sort of compos mentis, just not what he was, and he's pitifully, exhaustingly, clingy. And despite having been a goddamn polymath in his prime, he's also an awful, racist old git who never gave a fuck about me from the age of 10 onwards, and is still capable of being highly manipulative. So this mood I'm in is more about pity, frustration and exhaustion, (I'M STILL EDITING TWO GODDAMN BOOKS AAARGH)  not about love and grief, but  anyhow, NO MITCHELL AND WEBB DO NOT WANT.
waid: (violin land)
2010-08-13 08:26 pm

Songs of Spring

FIC DUMP!  More Winter in London is here and here.  But, if you haven't already seen it on the meme, here is this quick little retirement-era fic I wrote to "fix" The Lion's Mane.

850 words. PG as anything.

"At this period of my life the good Watson had passed almost beyond my ken. An occasional week-end visit was the most that I ever saw of him. Thus I must act as my own chronicler. Ah! had he but been with me, how much he might have made of so wonderful a happening and of my eventual triumph against every difficulty! As it is, however, I must needs tell my tale in my own plain way, showing by my words each step upon the difficult road which lay before me as I searched for the mystery of the Lion’s Mane"

The Songs of Spring )
waid: (angst)
2010-08-10 10:39 pm

Winter in London -- Part XVIII

 A.N I am seriously hoping I might be able to post the next bit later tonight. And I hope so, because I've been looking forward to it for ages. But then I've been all "TODAY is going to be the day!"   for WEEKS now, so... to be going on with, while I cook/ wash up, anyway:

Edit:Soooo close! But I'm passing out here. And I owe a lot of replies to comments, too. A demain!


Part I
,
Part II,
Part III,
Part IV,
Part V,
Part VI,
Part VII
Part VIII 
Part IX
Part X
Part XI
Part XII
Part XIII
Part XIV
Part XV
Part XVI
Part XVII

Winter in London -- Part XVIII )

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2010-08-08 12:20 am

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Okay, these inexplicable occurrences of real life slashiness... it's  too much. A couple of days ago, I tried to limit myself to discreet glances as two handsome, partially dressed young men climbed about in the window opposite mine. They were putting up curtains, you see. Which they did not currently have. In their pants and skimpy, slightly clingy singlets. As you do.

Anyway, tonight it's all raucous and drunken and noisy in the street below and I'm trying to write and what do I hear from right below my building, not five minutes ago?

"I'M NOT GAY."
"I AM!"
"YOU ARE?"
[Someone else, in manner of Spartacus:] "I'M GAY!"
waid: (angst)
2010-07-31 09:33 pm

Winter in London -- Part XVII

(Hey, everyone, I'm sorry that this has taken a while and that there isn't more of it -- I'm trying to edit two books simultaneously and write a third at present.)

Part I,
Part II,
Part III,
Part IV,
Part V,
Part VI,
Part VII
Part VIII 
Part IX
Part X
Part XI
Part XII
Part XIII
Part XIV
Part XV
Part XVI


Winter in London -- Part XVII )
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2010-07-15 09:14 pm

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Rargh. Think I'm going to post some more Winter in London in a minute - I'm a bit frustrated with it because it's awfully set-up-heavy (and some of the set-up is for stuff anyone who's read the stories knows is going to happen,) but I'm not sure there's much point sitting on it when it's probably going to take another 2000 words to get somewhere ELSE. So. Think of this as a transitional... transition.

(Transitions are the worst things in the world)
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2010-07-15 01:55 am

Just to update...

Yes, I will post more Winter in London soon! I've got 3000 words of the next bit done, but it doesn't yet have the nice neat feel of a  decent installment.

I'm sorry this part has been taking a while. Real life has been... existent, lately.
waid: (violin land)
2010-07-05 12:22 am

Sod you, Bob Dylan

When you are watching one of the greats of twentieth century music performing live under a summer sky, you are not supposed to be thinking "I would be better employed writing fanfiction at home." And I don't mean that in an "Oh God look at me I'm so dorky and obsessive" way. I mean Bob Dylan was literally that bad. He did not sing. I don't say "he can't". He chose not to. It was a little like incredibly bad rap. He crammed each line into the last half of the bar, pitching the final syllable an octave above the rest in a kind of yelp, the others all on the same, basically spoken note. "DadadadaDAH! DadadadaDAH!"It all sounded like that. You couldn't even sing with/over him, because he chopped up the rhythm so horribly. Occasionally one would be tantalised by a phrase he hadn't quite remembered to screw up. The best it got was "Like a Rolling Stone" where he graciously allowed the audience to sing the chorus. I thought -- remove Bob Dylan, and we could have a much better time having a nice crowd singalong by ourselves. We have a decent vocal range and can carry a tune.

Just as I was desperately telling myself "no, okay, he's just jamming, wait till he does another classic, then, maybe..." I realised he was actually two thirds of the way through Ballad of a Thin Man. It had taken me that long to recognise the lyrics - the tune was completely indiscernible.

He never acknowledged the audience. The image on the  the big screens never changed from the same long shot of the band -- which we guessed at the time and later confirmed is  a condition of Dylan's contract. It just added to the sense of stagnation. We'd had plenty of close ups of Ray Davies - who, by the way, was delightful.

Part of the reason I wasn't just disappointed but actually angry -aside from the fact that tickets were hideously expensive -- was that before the set began I saw a little girl, perhaps  five years old,  sitting on her father's shoulders, craning forwards and repeating eagerly, "I want to actually see Bob Dylan!" And when I met her dad's eyes with "aww" written all over my face, he grinned and mouthed "She's a huge fan."

But Bob Dylan wasn't there. I think he might not be anywhere, any more.


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2010-06-16 03:20 pm

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Fracking LJ character limits! Wrecking my pacing!
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2010-06-12 05:35 pm

Composite Holmes!

Well, it was only fair to do Composite!Holmes




(...look, I've got more free time today than I thought I was going to have, okay?)

And it's a composite of Jeremy Brett and... uh... Jeremy Brett. There's a bit of Adrien Brody in there, but you can't really tell. It's not so much composited at all as just photoshopped GIMPed to buggery. I wanted to see a young, very thin Holmes with a fearsomely hooked nose, who was nevertheless still basically Jeremy Brett. So there you are. As with Composite!Watson there's something vaguely off about his eyes, yet still he's too pretty, really. He looks a bit like a vampire who can't quite decide whether or not to get down with all this sparkling the kids are doing.

(Edited because no one should use the word "basically" three times in one paragraph).
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2010-06-11 11:48 pm
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Drat it -- a note about WINTER IN LONDON

Thanks to [livejournal.com profile] aunty_marion I've realised some of you who've been following Winter in London might have missed chapter II, because I'm a moron who can't do  links. It's a Watson POV chapter before he gets into actually describing what happened. If you're not sure do just check before you read any further because otherwise things in the latest part and the upcoming installment won't make sense!

So sorry to have messed that up. I hope it doesn't spoil things too much.

Anyway it's here: Part II