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Name: the_improbable1. If you want a nickname to use, you can call me Ceri. I'll answer to almost anything, though.
Where are you from/at?: Pacific Northwest, USA. This answers both questions.

Favourite Sherlock episode: It's a tie between PINK and BASK.
Favourite Sherlock quote: Probably "Girlfriend, no, not really my area," although "We solve crimes, I blog about it, and he forgets his pants" is up there too. Also, "You were the best man, and the most—human—human being—I have ever met, and I will never believe that you ever told a lie," although those probably aren't the exact words, since I've only seen FALL once (too many feelings to re-watch).
Favourite Sherlock characters: ALL OF THEM. Except Anderson. I particularly love Irene, Jim, and Molly.
Favourite ships: John/Sherlock, Irene/Sherlock, Irene/Molly, Jim/Molly, Mycroft/Lestrade, John/Lestrade, Moriarty/Moran, Moriarty/Sherlock, John/Moran. My opinion on shipping is, "if you can write it well and make me believe that these two characters truly love each other, no matter how cracky the premise, I will ship it."

Other fandoms: Hetalia - Axis Powers in particular, but I love crossovers of all sorts, even if I don't know all the fandoms involved. I love Good Omens and the Discworld series, and I'm just starting to get into DW and Torchwood. (I know a lot of other fandoms, like Kingdom Hearts, Kuroshitsuji, FMA, Hikaru no Go, Yu Yu Hakusho, and a bunch of other manga, but those are the main ones.)
Other characters you love: Jack Harkness, Nanny Ogg, Crowley, the Doctor, England.
Other pairings you ship: Nine/Rose, Crowley/Aziraphale, almost everything in Hetalia (within some limits), Lea/Isa.

Non fandom related interests: physics, maths, music (singing in choir in particular, a cappella in more particular; I'm also fond of almost anything catchy with decent lyrics), crafting (sewing/quilting; I haven't the patience for knitting/crochet), reading.
Friends or just introducing yourself? I love making new friends! :)
Anything else: Uh, I write fanfic, I cosplay, I flail at things.

Have to comment here because YU YU HAKUSHO. ohgawd that IS MY FAVORITE ANIME/MANGA OF ALL TIME.

OH MY GOD YOU KNOW YU YU HAKUSHO

I MAY HAVE TO HUG YOU NOW

Can we be friends? :D

I FUCKING LOVE YU YU HAKUSHO. OHGOD. I HAVE BEEN A FAN OF THAT SINCE I WAS THIRTEEN, MAN.

HUG AWAY I WELCOME IT.

Yesssss. x3

I ONLY READ IT THROUGH ONCE BUT IT WAS KIND OF AWESOME AND HIEI WAS THE MOST ADORABLE IRRITABLE DEMON EVER. I THINK HE AND MORIARTY WOULD GET ALONG.

HUGSSSSSSS *squeezes*

…I may have to write cracky crossover fic now. Hiei=Moriarty? Botan=John? Koenma=Mycroft? Kuwabara=…Lestrade? Yuusuke=Sherlock? Kurama=…Irene?

…that would be extremely cracky XD. But now I want to write it. Where Sherlock dies somehow (chasing a criminal, overdose, stupid risky behaviour) and then becomes a demon hunter and Mycroft ~~holds a minor position in the administration of the afterlife~~ IS the administration of the afterlife. With an umbrella in place of a pacifier.

…oh god I have too many WIPs already I have no time for ridiculous crossovers.

I HAVE READ IT SO MANY TIMES. AND SEEN IT SO MANY TIMES. I LOVE IT SO MUCH. YUSUKE IS MY FAVORITE.

.....

OHMYGAWD YOU HAVE TO WRITE THAT. WRITE IIIIT.

I WILL WRITE YOU ANYTHING YOU WANT IN RETURN I SWEAR TO ALL THE FANDOM GAWDS.

HRRRR IF I WROTE IT IT WOULD BE RIDICULOUSLY CRACKY AND JUST LITTLE LITTLE ONESHOTS

LIKE

GLIMPSES INTO THE CRACKY WORLD

AND NOW THAT I'VE PROMISED THAT IT WILL END UP A MONSTER OF 40.000+ WORDS

I HAVE TOO MANY WIPS ALREADY FANDOM STOP GIVING ME IDEAS NOOOOOO

But.

It would be so cool.

Hrrrrrrr indecision. >->

…anything? Even Irene/Sherlock? Or Jim/Molly?

I WOULD TAKE ANYTHING. EVEN JUST GLIMPSES INTO THE CRACKY WORLD BECAUSE THAT IS AMAZING.

Anything. x)

...I secretly ship Jim/Molly SO HARD.

Molly should be his Queen, IT WOULD BE EPIC.

Which gives me terrible ideas about her being in on everything in Reichenbach, and delivering Sherlock right to Moran. NO. STOP BRAIN.

BUT YES. ANYTHING YOU LIKE.

…now I have all sorts of lovely post-Reichenbach imagery with Sherlock actually dying when he falls off SPOILER and Molly being all Botan-y and Sherlock getting resurrected to hunt down Hiei/Moriarty and Mycroft being all YOU MUST DO IT OR BAD THINGS WILL HAPPEN and STUFF.

I probably won't write that in particular, because that would require some serious canon-bending and WTFery, but combined with your Molly-is-Moriarty's-Queen idea that could be really fascinating and really confusing. Like, Molly resurrects Sherlock because OOPSIE MORIARTY WAS SUPPOSED TO KILL HIM PROPERLY and somehow Moriarty's not dead and Molly delivers Sherlock right into his hands and he and Sherlock face off with a lot of fire and the Rei-gun.

…no this is a terrible idea noooooooooooo I should not find this idea so damn tempting WHY IS THIS SO TEMPTING.

But I will not write that above. Because I want to write the original idea where Sherlock dies ~long before~ he meets John and John is all Botan-y and Moriarty blowing stuff up and Irene being all EXCUSE ME WHILE I GO YOUKO AND KICK YOUR ARSE.

Here, have a bit of random ficlet. Because I'm easily bored.

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Sherlock could hear the pounding of his feet matching the rapid thud-thud-thud of his heartbeat as he tore after the killer. He skidded around corners, the killer's path tracing a blood-red line through the map of London in his head. He was fairly certain that the killer had a knife, but that wouldn't be a problem.

Just…a little farther…the killer should be right—

There was a brilliant flash of pain and Sherlock fell to his knees, coughing. He tried to struggle to his feet, but the world was going hazy around the edges. He had to get up…he had to catch the killer…why weren't his legs cooperating?

Why was everything fading…?

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Sherlock opened his eyes. He appeared to be draped over an oar which was floating some hundreds of feet above London.

He closed his eyes again against such an absurdity. He couldn't be floating hundreds of feet above London. The laws of gravity wouldn't allow it.

"Ah," said a pleasant, cheerful voice from somewhere above him. "You're awake. Good."

Sherlock opened his eyes again and looked up. Sitting sideways on the broom was a blond man, perhaps a little older than Sherlock, dressed casually in a jumper and jeans. He smiled at Sherlock.

"You must be a bit confused," said the man. "I'll start with the basics. I'm John, and you're dead."

Sherlock decided that unconsciousness was preferable to this madness and closed his eyes again.

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Hope this meets your expectations…

And I will then ask you to write some Jim/Molly. Preferably double-genderswapped if you can (i.e. fem!Jim and male!Molly), but non-swapped is JUST FINE. :D

It is excellent, I love it! Also the idea of John-as-Botan just. There is no end to the amusement there.

OHMYGAWD SHERLOCK WITH PUU. /dead

Yes, I shall get on the Jim/Molly double-genderswapped(THAT IDEA FASCINATES ME) as soon as I get some things done around the house. x3 I've been procrastinating all morning. Ahahah.

THE LOOK ON HIS PRECIOUS LITTLE FACE WITH A PUU ON HIS HEAD OMG EXCUSE ME AS I DIE LAUGHING

I think Molly would be the Yuusuke's girlfriend character whose name escapes me…

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"Sherlock," Lestrade asked, "what is that?" He indicated the…thing perched on Sherlock's head.

Sherlock scowled. "I'm not sure."

The thing, which resembled a blue sack of flour with a puff on its head, hopped up and down and said, "Puu!"

Jim snickered.

Irene concealed a giggle.

Sherlock's scowl grew fiercer. "Whatever it is," he said, teeth gritted, "I do not want to have to put up with it. It is exceedingly distracting."

"Puu!" said the creature, its eyes squinted shut with happiness. "Puu~!"

"I think it likes you, Sherlock," said Irene.

Sherlock glared. "I do not care. It is leaving. Now." He attempted to remove the creature from his head, but it burst into tears and clung fiercely to his hair. He grimaced.

At this moment, Irene, Jim, and Lestrade all burst out laughing, unable to contain their amusement any longer.

I hope this passes muster. x3 It is my first time doing Jim/Molly, as well as genderswapped.

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He tugged the sheet back oh-so-carefully with steady hands, and studied the body laying on the table as closely as he could. It was her, except that it wasn't. This body was entirely unfamiliar to him; he'd never touched it before, never mapped out it's planes, or discovered all of it's secret places. Those hands had never touched him in return, never raked it's nails down his back, or tied him to the bed to tease, and touch, and play. No, it might look like her, and it was a very, very good fake. He sighed, eyes closed in something that felt very much like relief, and pulled the sheet back up over the body. There probably should have been some kind of feelings of remorse for another innocent lost, but maybe he was too far gone for that. Or too selfish.

"Hi honey, I'm home," he heard, the words are a low purr, and he couldn't quite stop the grin that slipped onto his face as he turned towards the door of the morgue.

"Jimmi! Oh, I knew that wasn't you, but--" he cut himself off as she stalked forwards, brushing up against him in her usual deliberately provocative manner, stopping only once she had reached out to pull him in for a kiss. It was everything they were together; desperate, and fierce, and all kinds of possessive. He loved every minute of it because it meant she was still there, still his.

"Surely you didn't think I'd be leaving without you, dear?" She asked, amusement in the arch of an eyebrow as she tangled one hand in the lapel of his lab coat, and leaned back against him.

"I--Uhm, well. I just. I know you're quite...Busy," he stammered out, wincing a little at the way it sounded but really. She was the most dangerous criminal alive; what use did she have for little old him? He was nobody; just someone used to working with dead bodies, and an occasional warm body to have a little fun with in bed.

Jimmi laughed, leaning her head back against his shoulder to look up at him. "Now love. What good is having the world if I don't have my King at my side, hm?" She reached up, and ran a hand down his cheek in what passed as affection for her.

He swallowed thickly, and nodded, not trusting his voice.

She looked satisfied. "Excellent. Come along then, love. We've a city to take, and I should dearly love to burn it down for you," she purred, tugging him along, and twining around him like a cat as her excitement practically radiated off of her.

It was a heady thing, having someone who was willing to burn the world just for you. He smiled, and tugged her closer as they walked. "I should dearly love to watch you do it," he told her, delighted because watching her in her element was almost the best part. There was also the aftermath, and that was always fun.

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AGAIN. NO ACTUAL IDEA WHAT I AM DOING. I HOPE THIS WAS OKAY.

I LOVE YOU SO MUCH RIGHT NOW :DDDDDD

MY FACE LOOKS LIKE THIS--> :D

THIS IS PERFECT IN SO MANY WAYS.

COMPLETELY BRILLIANT.

JUST.

BRILLIANT.

OMG.

♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

YAY I AM SO GLAD YOU LIKE IT.

I WAS VERY VERY NERVOUS, BUT IT WAS SO MUCH FUN TO WRITE. ♥

IT'S BRILL. :D

Here, have more Yu Yu Sherlock :D. Mind the crack.

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"So," Sherlock said ominously, "it has come to this."

Jim—or was it Moriarty, now?—grinned, his sharp teeth glittering in the firelight. "So it has. Shall we begin?"

"Whenever you're ready, Moriarty," Sherlock said, his teeth ground together. "Once, this conflict could have been avoided, but no more."

Irene grinned and held up a red flag. "Ready…set…go!"

Something exploded within the first ten seconds, of course. From a safe distance, watching the contest, Lestrade sighed.

"Of all the things they had to fight over," he complained to no one in particular, "did it have to be a cooking contest?"

"Puu!" said Puu.

OHGOD. TEA. THERE IS TEA SNORTED EVERYWHERE.

I swear I almost died of laughter.

I love you. Srsly. Just. All the things.

I MADE SOMEONE SNORT TEA EVERYWHERE *pleased*

A cooking contest was the logical solution…it's what they usually do in anime, yeah? When they need the characters to fight but don't actually want anyone to get hurt?

Wait.

Wait.

The Final Pastry.

In which archenemies Holmes and Moriarty face off in a baking contest…to the death.

/shot/

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John sighed. "Okay, I'll explain it again, now that you've woken up."

Well, at least we're not floating anymore, Sherlock thought with some haziness. "I can't be dead," he said firmly.

"That's about right, actually," said John. "You weren't supposed to die for several more decades. There's loads of stuff you haven't done yet." He consulted a clipboard which had seemed to appear out of thin air. (Nonsense, Sherlock insisted to himself. Clipboards can't appear out of thin air.) "Says here you're supposed to topple over a waterfall in a few years," John continued cheerfully. "But you don't die then, either. You're supposed to retire to Sussex to keep bees when you're sixty. You're not sixty yet, and you're neither retired nor keeping bees in Sussex, so you're not supposed to be dead yet."

"So," Sherlock said cautiously, "if I'm not dead, and I'm not alive—I'm well aware of the fatality rate of stab wounds, and I wouldn't have survived that—then what am I?"

John smiled brightly. "Fortunately, we've got a precedent for this. It was a decade or so ago; this guy died before he was supposed to, so Koenma decided to make him hunt demons."

Sherlock blinked. He knew his ears were in perfect condition. They couldn't be lying to him, so he had just heard the word "Koenma" (whatever that was) and the phrase "hunt demons". "This is ludicrous," he managed. "Nothing about this makes any kind of logical sense whatsoever."

John's smile turned a bit sympathetic. "Yeah, it confused me at first, too. Come on; we'll get you to Mycroft and he can sort you out."

Sherlock's eyebrows shot up, then he frowned. "No," he said. "I'm not going to Mycroft. I've already had more than enough of the interfering bastard."

"Oh, so you know him, then," said John.

"He's my brother," Sherlock said grimly. "And he died ten years ago."

"Well, that would make a bit of sense," John said thoughtfully. "You look a bit like him—around the nose, and you both have the same disdainful look—yeah, that one. He showed up out of nowhere, like. I'm still not sure how he managed to take over the admin so quickly."

Sherlock snorted. "I am completely unsurprised," he said dryly. "My brother always did like to be in charge."

John grinned. "It'll be a nice chance for you blokes to meet up again, then," he said cheerfully, dragging Sherlock to his feet and tucking his clipboard back into whatever nonspace it'd come from. He waved his free hand and the oar from before appeared. "Up you get. You can either come quietly, and it'll be comfortable, or you can struggle, and I can drape you sideways over the oar and it'll be uncomfortable. Your choice."

Sherlock grimaced. "I'll come quietly," he conceded. "If I'm going to have to meet with my insufferable brother, I might as well be comfortable."

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