Rapunzel!Sherlock. Because how BORED would he get locked in a tower his whole life?! It would explain his social awkwardness and limited knowledge of what is "not good." Prince Charming!John has to come save him and guide him through the normal world.
-- (P.S. I don't mind if you gender-switch.)
Or, if you want to go based off of Disney's new movie, Tangled, (can you guess what I just saw?) John would work better as Rapunzel and Sherlock would make a great Flynn Rider. Especially since
-MILD SPOILERS- (you learn this really early on in the movie)
Rapunzel has magic healing hair, and John's a doctor.
Re: RapunzelmitsuruakiDecember 4 2010, 10:15:22 UTC
OMG YES. I just saw Tangled! And I freaking loved it! I can already tell all my spare time will be spent watching Tangled repeatedly. I was going to prompt this, but you beat me to it!
Rapunzel!Sherlock would make my life (an excuse to make him sing? Um, yes plz). Damn right Sherlock should have long curly magical healing hair. John's freakout about Sherlock's magical healing hair would be AWESOME ("WHY DOES YOUR HAIR DO THAT? IT'S JUST HAIR. I'M A DOCTOR, I KNOW HAIR DOESN'T DO THAT. IT CAN'T MAGICALLY HEAL THINGS. WHY IS IT DOING THAT??").
Re: Rapunzel
anonymous
December 4 2010, 10:20:29 UTC
Well, John could still make a good Flynn, in my opinion. On John's blog, one of his mates says John used to be quite wild when he was younger, apparently. It's workable. ;D
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anonymous
December 4 2010, 20:22:47 UTC
-OP- I suppose so. lol My first thought was that Rapunzel was too carefree to be Sherlock, and Flynn was too "screw the rules, I want money" to be John, but I can see it now. lol Thank you for expanding my thoughts! <3
Snarled 1a/? HERE THERE BE SPOILERS--READ AT YOUR OWN RISKmitsuruakiDecember 6 2010, 07:58:32 UTC
I HAVE ABOUT THREE MINUTES TO MIDNIGHT, HERE. OMG. So, I wrote part one and then realized it might not make sense to anyone who hasn't seen Tangled yet. GO SEE IT IF YOU HAVEN'T. So I backtracked and wrote a prologue. SPOILERS. Two-toned hair. Those of you who've been on about Sherlock-as-a-ginger--well, you'll prolly be pleased here. Maybe. The storyline will have similarities, but won't be the same as Tangled. I won't warp the characters to fit Tangled's plot, so I hope that's forgiveable. Although I've decided Sherlock and John will be the same age as Rapunzel and Flynn, respectively. Also, I will being going to see Tangled again tomorrow, which should clear some things up in my brain. And uh...yeah. There we go. Fic now. :D
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Once upon a-no, this isn’t really one of those kind of stories, is it? No, not really, so…hmm. How to start? I could start at a couple different places, I guess, but that’d probably require a lot of backtracking and I’m not so keen on that. It might be best to say everything started before I ever came
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Snarled 1b/?mitsuruakiDecember 6 2010, 08:03:40 UTC
The old woman knew where they were going, so she stopped off at her house-well, it was more of a tower, really. You know the type: really tall, narrow, probably shouldn’t be lived in. She had a little boy living there with her, about seven years old, so he could go to school. Her great-great-great-great grandson, or something like that. She told him she’d received a request from his father to act as a midwife, and she’d be gone for a while. He’d be fine as long as he didn’t stray far and there was plenty of food. Then she left
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OP- Your Awesome Removed My Cloak of Anondelicateflower8December 6 2010, 17:30:38 UTC
8D OH MY- FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF <3!!!!!!!!! I am incoherent with utter GLEE at the awesome this contains! <3 I can already see what you've done here! You've explained Mummy, and Mycroft (and of COURSE Mycroft's the over-protective you-can't-leave-the-tower-EVER-you're-mine person) and John's voice is PERFECT!!!!
-but you’ve probably figured out by now that this story isn’t about me at all. Sad, I know. This story is about Sherlock. It’s always about Sherlock.BEST. LINE. EVER!!!! Oh, wow! I can't wait to see who the other characters are, and what new characters you add! Maybe Maximus is Molly or Lestrade? And are you planning on including Moriarty? Maybe he's the two big burly guys John works with? Maybe he's John's secret employer? Is John going to have a secret/fake name, like Flynn was Eugene? Are all of the people at the bar the Scotland Yarders? (You don't have to reply to this, these are just all of the questions running through my head. They will be answered with time as you write. ^_
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Re: OP- Your Awesome Removed My Cloak of AnonmitsuruakiDecember 6 2010, 19:39:34 UTC
I AM SO HAPPY YOU LIKE THIS! IN JOHN'S VOICE! It took me 4 hours (which is actually pretty fast for me) mainly because I was going 'OMG, WHAT DO THEY COVER IN THE INTRO IN TANGLED THAT I SHOULD PROBABLY COVER HERE??' and I'm a bit iffy when it comes to writing first person, but I couldn't think of a better way to do it. Ah well. The rest will be in third person, but that's probably not a surprise to anyone.
And it is always about Sherlock. ;D
I'll post the first part here too, but I don't know when you'll get more after that because I have finals this week. And I am off to see Tangled again in a few minutes. However, Sherlock's a bit fail at being Rapunzel-y. He's really just himself with really long hair that can do nifty things. On the upside, he has no phone, is book smart, and his hands-on knowledge of anything is pretty much nil. John will have his hands full. XD
Snarled 2a/?mitsuruakiDecember 6 2010, 19:47:50 UTC
“[He] said, ‘I want something that I want. Something that I tell myself I need, something that I want. And I need everything I see.’”-Something That I Want from the soundtrack of Tangled, by Grace Potter
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“Sherlock?”
The young man in question froze in his meticulous examination of his bedroom’s solitary windowsill, long fingers hovering over the unblemished wood.
“Come down and wash up, Sherlock. Supper’s ready,” his brother’s voice floated up from downstairs.
His fingers trailed over the sealed shutters. “I’m not hungry,” Sherlock said petulantly, and held his breath as he waited for a response.
For several long moments all he heard was silence, no sound at all, and then-
“Sherlock, come eat. Please don’t make me say it again.”
Sherlock huffed as though the words were a personal affront, stalked over to the curtains separating his room from the staircase, and ripped them apart with all the drama his seventeen years could muster. “Mycroft. I’m not hungry, and I certainly don’t want to eat with you, so if you would
( ... )
Re: Snarled 2b/?mitsuruakiDecember 6 2010, 19:50:50 UTC
“Sherlock,” Mycroft said quietly. “I’m aware the situation is not ideal, but I have no other options. If you have a better idea, do tell me. I’m only trying to protect you from those who would hurt you, and from yourself.”
“I do not need your protection,” Sherlock spat, fury coursing through his veins.
Mycroft delicately picked up his spoon. “You do not know the very real dangers that lie outside these walls.”
“And whose fault is that?”
His brother’s glance was sharp. “I will gladly take on your anger and resentment if it means you remain safe and unharmed. The answer is still no. Do not ask again, Sherlock.”
Sherlock dug his fingers into his knees and fought to control himself, trembling with adrenaline and vexation and the unfairness of it all. He couldn’t go outside, he couldn’t have his window, and he was bored, and Mycroft didn’t care because it wasn’t as though he was the one trapped inside all day, every day
( ... )
Snarled 3a/?mitsuruakiDecember 13 2010, 08:00:41 UTC
YOU HAVE NOT BEEN FORGOTTEN!! I was actually supposed to be working on my other fill, but uh...no. Brain decided otherwise. And then I typed this up and about five minutes into editing, my laptop, Zack, died. FUCKING WHITE SCREEN OF DEATH. To say I hyperventilated and freaked out would be the vastest understatement in the history of ETERNITY. GODDAMIT, ZACK! But he seems to be okay now (he tends to overheat, I'm positive he strives for it), and I am determined to get this up. Thank god I finally learned the importance of hitting ctrl S every few minutes ages ago...Ahem. So please enjoy. I know it's a bit sad now, but I swear it gets better! The gentle strains of a violin drifted quietly through the still night air, the notes soft and mournful in the dark as a lone woman stood in the center of an empty room and coaxed music from the strings. Tall, slender, and dark-haired, she held herself in the manner of one with years of experience and unshakeable confidence in her skills. There was no light in the room, save the faint moonlight
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-- (P.S. I don't mind if you gender-switch.)
Or, if you want to go based off of Disney's new movie, Tangled, (can you guess what I just saw?) John would work better as Rapunzel and Sherlock would make a great Flynn Rider. Especially since
-MILD SPOILERS- (you learn this really early on in the movie)
Rapunzel has magic healing hair, and John's a doctor.
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Rapunzel!Sherlock would make my life (an excuse to make him sing? Um, yes plz). Damn right Sherlock should have long curly magical healing hair. John's freakout about Sherlock's magical healing hair would be AWESOME ("WHY DOES YOUR HAIR DO THAT? IT'S JUST HAIR. I'M A DOCTOR, I KNOW HAIR DOESN'T DO THAT. IT CAN'T MAGICALLY HEAL THINGS. WHY IS IT DOING THAT??").
SOMEONE NEEDS TO WRITE THIS SUPER FAST PRONTO.
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I suppose so. lol My first thought was that Rapunzel was too carefree to be Sherlock, and Flynn was too "screw the rules, I want money" to be John, but I can see it now. lol Thank you for expanding my thoughts! <3
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I HAVE ABOUT THREE MINUTES TO MIDNIGHT, HERE. OMG. So, I wrote part one and then realized it might not make sense to anyone who hasn't seen Tangled yet. GO SEE IT IF YOU HAVEN'T. So I backtracked and wrote a prologue. SPOILERS. Two-toned hair. Those of you who've been on about Sherlock-as-a-ginger--well, you'll prolly be pleased here. Maybe. The storyline will have similarities, but won't be the same as Tangled. I won't warp the characters to fit Tangled's plot, so I hope that's forgiveable. Although I've decided Sherlock and John will be the same age as Rapunzel and Flynn, respectively. Also, I will being going to see Tangled again tomorrow, which should clear some things up in my brain. And uh...yeah. There we go. Fic now. :D
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Once upon a-no, this isn’t really one of those kind of stories, is it? No, not really, so…hmm. How to start? I could start at a couple different places, I guess, but that’d probably require a lot of backtracking and I’m not so keen on that. It might be best to say everything started before I ever came ( ... )
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-but you’ve probably figured out by now that this story isn’t about me at all. Sad, I know.
This story is about Sherlock. It’s always about Sherlock.BEST. LINE. EVER!!!! Oh, wow! I can't wait to see who the other characters are, and what new characters you add! Maybe Maximus is Molly or Lestrade? And are you planning on including Moriarty? Maybe he's the two big burly guys John works with? Maybe he's John's secret employer? Is John going to have a secret/fake name, like Flynn was Eugene? Are all of the people at the bar the Scotland Yarders? (You don't have to reply to this, these are just all of the questions running through my head. They will be answered with time as you write. ^_ ( ... )
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And it is always about Sherlock. ;D
I'll post the first part here too, but I don't know when you'll get more after that because I have finals this week. And I am off to see Tangled again in a few minutes. However, Sherlock's a bit fail at being Rapunzel-y. He's really just himself with really long hair that can do nifty things. On the upside, he has no phone, is book smart, and his hands-on knowledge of anything is pretty much nil. John will have his hands full. XD
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“Sherlock?”
The young man in question froze in his meticulous examination of his bedroom’s solitary windowsill, long fingers hovering over the unblemished wood.
“Come down and wash up, Sherlock. Supper’s ready,” his brother’s voice floated up from downstairs.
His fingers trailed over the sealed shutters. “I’m not hungry,” Sherlock said petulantly, and held his breath as he waited for a response.
For several long moments all he heard was silence, no sound at all, and then-
“Sherlock, come eat. Please don’t make me say it again.”
Sherlock huffed as though the words were a personal affront, stalked over to the curtains separating his room from the staircase, and ripped them apart with all the drama his seventeen years could muster. “Mycroft. I’m not hungry, and I certainly don’t want to eat with you, so if you would ( ... )
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“I do not need your protection,” Sherlock spat, fury coursing through his veins.
Mycroft delicately picked up his spoon. “You do not know the very real dangers that lie outside these walls.”
“And whose fault is that?”
His brother’s glance was sharp. “I will gladly take on your anger and resentment if it means you remain safe and unharmed. The answer is still no. Do not ask again, Sherlock.”
Sherlock dug his fingers into his knees and fought to control himself, trembling with adrenaline and vexation and the unfairness of it all. He couldn’t go outside, he couldn’t have his window, and he was bored, and Mycroft didn’t care because it wasn’t as though he was the one trapped inside all day, every day ( ... )
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YOU HAVE NOT BEEN FORGOTTEN!! I was actually supposed to be working on my other fill, but uh...no. Brain decided otherwise. And then I typed this up and about five minutes into editing, my laptop, Zack, died. FUCKING WHITE SCREEN OF DEATH. To say I hyperventilated and freaked out would be the vastest understatement in the history of ETERNITY. GODDAMIT, ZACK! But he seems to be okay now (he tends to overheat, I'm positive he strives for it), and I am determined to get this up. Thank god I finally learned the importance of hitting ctrl S every few minutes ages ago...Ahem. So please enjoy. I know it's a bit sad now, but I swear it gets better!
The gentle strains of a violin drifted quietly through the still night air, the notes soft and mournful in the dark as a lone woman stood in the center of an empty room and coaxed music from the strings. Tall, slender, and dark-haired, she held herself in the manner of one with years of experience and unshakeable confidence in her skills. There was no light in the room, save the faint moonlight ( ... )
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