While we’re on the subject of realistic things in fic/drawings (discounting reaper’s newest thing) I would like to venture and mention that I rarely see a Mycroft-centric or mystrade fic where he had realistic looks. He’s always “surprisingly toned” or “fit”
DO YOU REMEMBER WHAT MYCROFT SAID
He sits on his ass at an office all day. He takes diet pills! You think he’s toned??? People are so afraid of “unflattering proportions” that they literally refuse to write it
I just want a good, realistic fic is that too much to ask for
Mycroft!! is!! a!! lazy!! ass!! he sits at his desk all day and makes Anthea makes all his appointments ALSO HE IS OVER FORTY HE IS FAT AND LAZY AND HAS A SAGGY ASS LIKE HOW HARD IS THIS TO WRITE
I think it comes down to people unwilling to imagine that unfit people can still have sex? They can have sexy, steamy, earth-moving sex? You can be untoned/unfit and still have someone enjoy your body while you enjoy theirs?
Like. There’s nothing wrong with Mycroft having a saggy ass and soft belly and that kind of thing where he’s thin in a suit but what mass he has is fat… and Lestrade /still/ wants to bend him over a desk and fuck him ‘til he squeals.
But people are either afraid to write that/don’t like that/don’t want to imagine that so they don’t write it.
My BIGGEST FUCKING PET PEEVE and the reason I don’t read many fics anymore is the fact that they make John into this rippling wall of hardened muscles and glowing golden skin. It’s just as bad with Mycroft. They are both deliciously soft and squishy with places to bite down on and spots that probably jiggle when they’re thrusting hard.
Hell, they even do it to Sherlock! Sherlock has wide hips. Okay? Say it with me now, WIDE. HIPS. They are not slim. They are not slender. They are not boyish. Sherlock’s got hips wide enough to rest a drink onto. And don’t even get me started on the big beautiful bouncy bum.
While we’re at it? Lestrade is old. He’s in his fifties. He’s short, and he has an abundance of chest and belly hair.
Moriarty’s got a tummy.
And they’re all still glorious edible sex gods.
I don’t read very much Sherlock fic, but posts like this will always be relevant to me as a continual shipper of odd/average-looking dudes. And it will never stop being interesting to me that people can reach the point where they’re actively drawing or writing porn about these characters but still totally unable to admit that they are actually not flawlessly sculpted manbabes.
Like, it’s fine, you know? Not all dudes on TV have nice muscles or slender frames or whatever. Sometimes they have a belly or no definition whatsoever or a butt that is not particularly shapely. That’s fine. They’re still hot. You’re presumably turned on by them anyway, if you’re writing porn about them. Why graft on attractive features that they do not possess? Let’s not gild any lilies, here.
I have reached the point where I do research for this fic by going back and reading the older chapters because I’ve just plain forgotten how so-and-so acted or whether or not there was a desk in that room.
FRIENDLY REMINDER THAT I’VE BEEN WRITING THIS BEAST FOR A YEAR NOW. AN ACTUAL, LITERAL YEAR.
I have been writing essays and characterizations for awhile now. So I thought I would try my hand at writing a fanfic story. After a lot of encouragement and very helpful ideas for which I thank you all, I wrote one.
It took me weeks. There was a lot of thinking and a lot of rewriting. Well, I…
Hey, you know, don’t let the way everyone else is writing prevent you from writing how and what you want to write. Writing stuff that’s different from what other people write is valuable, especially given the way that fandom can become a boring, homogenized echo chamber. Different is good.
And for the record, I’ve read lots of fics of the introspective/canon compliant/”could be a missing scene” type and while, yeah, I’m not really the target audience for that, an audience must exist, because I don’t think I’ve ever been in a fandom where there weren’t any. So you should post your fics, because people who enjoy that kind of fic are totally around. Maybe put out a request for an in-fandom beta, if you’re nervous? Your husband might not be the ideal editor, given that he’s reeeeeally really not a member of your audience. Post in the tag or just personal to your dash asking if someone would be interested in editing your fic and I guarantee someone will volunteer. Heck, I would.
Like mr-finch said, the only way to get better at writing fic is to write fic. And an audience doesn’t hurt.
Oh my god fuscodad. My heart. Seriously, I don’t know how you cram so much into so few words, but it’s perfect <3
I cannot believe that I’d never written Fusco and his son interacting before. You’d think it would have happened at some point in the 25k word fic I wrote specifically about how weird Fusco’s personal life is, but nope. It’s super fun. I basically get to toe the line between “d’awww, my heart is warmed” and “ew I am actually going to puke from how syrupy that is.”
Fabulous Finch and Fusco interaction! And I seriously love how in fic-canon, Mickey is the real name of Fusco’s kid, thanks to Tezukasama/A.K. Mars! Who cares what the producers finally got around to naming him. A.K. was first, so Mickey it is!!
I feel like since his canon name is Michael, it can be both. I’ve never heard of Mickey being a nickname for Michael, but it doesn’t seem too unlikely to me. But I have a brother named Michael and we call him Jack, so clearly nicknames that make sense are not a thing in my household.
In which Fusco and Finch have an unexpectedly hilarious conversation while simultaneously being pissed at each other. Seriously, you have Fusco’s sarcasm down pat.
“Maybe if you’d be more specific,” Fusco’s saying, “I could tell you something worth knowing. If you don’t give me anything better than that, I’m stuck telling you about every whitebread jackass that walks through those d – there’s another one!” pfffftft.
(Also yes you snuck in a Reese order and yes that is good yes.)
I seriously could just write Finch and Fusco being pissed off at each other forever. I love that their canon relationship is actually a little more casual than Reese and Fusco’s relationship, and they’re comfortable enough with each other to use it as a platform for endless sarcasm. I just. I just want Finch and Fusco to go bowling or something. BE GRUMPY FRIENDS, YOU GUYS.
(I seriously had to change the scene right after that line, because the whole thing would have just spiraled into Reese and Fusco flirting. It’s like I can’t not ship them, even when I’m writing something totally unrelated.)