My Little Superwholock? Yep.
My Little TARDIS~
I used to wonder what time travel could be
Then you asked me to accompany
Big adventures
Through time and space
A two-hearted pony
Last of his race~
An anon asked for Mycroft pony, so here’s Myhoof being dapper as fuck.
Sherlock would be a terrible Zelda companion.
Sherlock as Navi, the King of Red Lions, Midna, and Fi.
John as Link, Link, Link, and Link.
Lestrade! Because much as John would make a badass Jet, someone has to be Ed. Sorry, John - you’re stuck being the shortypants!
Also, Molly gets to be Faye, because Irene is totally off being Julia with Vicious Moriarty. ❤
I’ve seen pony!John with a gun cutie mark before. This begs the question:
How do ponies use guns?!
This problem bothers me more than it should.
Cutie Mark Crusaders Detectives.
Because Sherlock initially wanted to be a pirate, and several have commented that John’s cutie mark should be jam.
I thought I had gotten the ponies out of my system.
I had not.
MOAR PONIES.
My Little Sherlock: Friendship is John?
(The only reason for this is because ponies. ❤)
Just a quick sequel to my other Torchlock, mostly as an excuse to link the kickass mini-fics the last one spawned!
“Dead for about half an hour, took a direct bullet to the heart, fired from somewhere over there,” Sherlock waved vaguely at the building behind him, never letting his eyes leave the dead man’s face. “Was there any identification found on the body?”
When Lestrade said that they had an unusual situation on their hands, Sherlock had grossly underestimated exactly how unusual it would be. He’d sent John a quick text and climbed in the cruiser without a second thought. Lestrade just kept saying, “He was dead and then he wasn’t,” all the way up the stairs of the old factory. The office door was locked and guarded by two uneasy looking officers. “I don’t know how long I can keep this quiet Sherlock.”
They’d gotten word of an unidentifiable man laying in a pool of still-fresh blood, the back of his head apparently smashed. But by the time the detective and his doctor arrived, the skull of the man was completely intact.
“Captain Jack Harkness. And you are?”
“Working.” The man in front of him crosses his arms, looking annoyed, “And you were supposed to be my work.”
(Totally made my day to see these; just wanted to share.)
The Angel has the phone box!
Yes, this is how Superwholock works in my head. And then Castiel and the TARDIS commiserate over their troublesome charges, and become BFFs, and go on awesome adventures together through time and space~.
For wantsomechocoolate, who requested “anything SuperWhoLock related, ANYTHING.”
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