Sadie: Jesus kid, I’m sorry that it took me this long to log in and see this. That’s a very scary feeling, and I hope you’re doing what you can to take care of yourself (like seeking medical attention?)
In the meantime!!! Please enjoy some cute Christmas headcanons that Embie ( @squeakpigsrevenge ) and I were sharing a little while ago!
Aww that last one is everything! I can just imagine the look on Greg’s face as he watches Mycroft. Thanks for this ahaha
I got help, doncha worry ahaha. I’m on several medications so I’m sorta bed bound right now which makes everything so BORING but yeah. Fanfic and shot posts are the only things making this more bearable
Sadie:
Well, I’m glad you’re feeling better(-iiiisssshhh???)! But oh God, I know being confined to bed can be miserable after awhile…especially when you’re restless.
We (and anyone else who wants to jump in and join) could all keep trading cute headcanons?!
Yes please! Moremoremoremoremore! Send all the cute (or even angsty) headcanons you have!
And I’m a little better? I think? Im outta the hospital but I’m not sure tbh. my lungs are shit but I’m going to my doc tomorrow so we’ll see how that goes. It was a traumatizing experience though lol I’ve never come that close to dying.
For someone who jokes a lot about death and wanting to die, I didn’t want to die like that – helpless, scared, and confused. Lol it’s weird.
Sadie:
So, uh, would this be a good time to mention the massive WHUMP fic that Embie and I have been working on since February that’s just as long (maybe longer) than the current babysitter one? :3
Would it also be a good time to offer a sneak peek? Your choice of a fluffy or angsty scene? >:3
Oh my god yesssss. Angst! And whump. I like the sound of this already 😀
I live for all the angst in this world lol
Please give a sneak peek!
Sadie:
Angst it is! Preview for the as-of-yet Untitled WHUMP fic under the cut
The FEELS are strong with this one! I can’t wait for this oh my god I can just smell the heartbreak and tears from this. I love this! Thanks for the angsty angst! 😁😁😁and ohhhh Sherlock is so cute too, I just can’t.
It’s not that good (and diapers are hell to draw) but there ya go! More weepy Sherlock (his bruises are hidden). (May or May not be working on it right now :P).
So… yeah lol
Tada?
Sadie:
Loooooook’it it; this is so cute! Your ‘not-that-good’ is still pretty damn great!
(as for drawing diapers being hell I think there was a post about drawing references specifically for diapers that I can reblog for you as soon as I dig through my likes, if you’d care for it!)
Presenting Haunukkah pacis!
1. Let’s get lit paci
2. Star of David paci
3. Happy Hanukkah paci
4. Dreidel paci
5. Eight nights eight lights paci
USA shipping is $5.00 and international shipping is available as well!
🕎Message me if you’re interested in purchasing a Haunukkah paci ✡️
*I know my lighting isn’t the best in these pictures and I didn’t want to use a bunch of filters to distort them, but theses pacis definitely sparkle!*
Sadie: Jesus kid, I’m sorry that it took me this long to log in and see this. That’s a very scary feeling, and I hope you’re doing what you can to take care of yourself (like seeking medical attention?)
In the meantime!!! Please enjoy some cute Christmas headcanons that Embie ( @squeakpigsrevenge ) and I were sharing a little while ago!
Aww that last one is everything! I can just imagine the look on Greg’s face as he watches Mycroft. Thanks for this ahaha
I got help, doncha worry ahaha. I’m on several medications so I’m sorta bed bound right now which makes everything so BORING but yeah. Fanfic and shot posts are the only things making this more bearable
Sadie:
Well, I’m glad you’re feeling better(-iiiisssshhh???)! But oh God, I know being confined to bed can be miserable after awhile…especially when you’re restless.
We (and anyone else who wants to jump in and join) could all keep trading cute headcanons?!
Yes please! Moremoremoremoremore! Send all the cute (or even angsty) headcanons you have!
And I’m a little better? I think? Im outta the hospital but I’m not sure tbh. my lungs are shit but I’m going to my doc tomorrow so we’ll see how that goes. It was a traumatizing experience though lol I’ve never come that close to dying.
For someone who jokes a lot about death and wanting to die, I didn’t want to die like that – helpless, scared, and confused. Lol it’s weird.
Sadie:
So, uh, would this be a good time to mention the massive WHUMP fic that Embie and I have been working on since February that’s just as long (maybe longer) than the current babysitter one? :3
Would it also be a good time to offer a sneak peek? Your choice of a fluffy or angsty scene? >:3
Oh my god yesssss. Angst! And whump. I like the sound of this already 😀
I live for all the angst in this world lol
Please give a sneak peek!
Sadie:
Angst it is! Preview for the as-of-yet Untitled WHUMP fic under the cut
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Mycroft rage-sniffed and filled Sherlock’s cup with juice and retrieved his pain pills. He wondered if Sherlock had been to small to administer them himself. Shaking his head, he headed up the stairs.
He found Greg sitting on the floor of the bathroom, holding Sherlock on his lap, petting the baby as the tub filled. He’d taken the little guy’s shirt off, and the kaleidoscope of bruises from his shoulder to his hip made Mycroft physically sick. He swallowed back the bile that was threatening to climb up his throat. “Here, sweet pea. Are you going to be very helpful and take your medicine without a fuss?”
Sherlock nodded and popped his thumb out of his mouth in order to reach for Mycroft with both hands.
Mycroft closed the toilet seat and sat down on the lid, then carefully lifted Sherlock into his lap. “Here, open up… such a good boy,” he said, putting one pill into his mouth before handing him his cup. “Swallow that one first, there you go.” He looked his little brother’s chest up and down…there was one great big dark, ugly bruise, right over the left side of his ribs, surrounded by an orbit of smaller ones which he could only surmise was from John kicking him…repeatedly.
While Mycroft fed the baby his medicine, Greg turned to the sink and gave his face a wash with some cold water.
“One more, you’re doing a brilliant job.”
Sherlock preened under the praise and took the second pill as easily as the first. “Mo’ joo’sh?”
“Once we’ve had a bath you can have as much juice as you please.”
Sherlock nodded, “bubbas?”
“Did Gregory forget to add bubbles. He’s going to fix that right now.”
“Yeah, silly me,” Greg said, managing to sound convincingly cheerful as he gave his eyes another quick swipe, and then looked underneath the cabinet for the bubbles. “We haven’t used the grape ones in a long time; how about those?”
“Y’ah,” Sherlock babbled around the spout of his cup while he leaned back against his brother. “Pur’ble.”
“Purple bubbles it is,” Greg replied, pouring a generous amount in the water.
In an instant, suds and bubbles started to pile up underneath the faucet, filling he room with a tangy, artificial grape scent.
“I y’ike bubba’s,” Sherlock said, and slipped down out of Mycroft’s lap…with a little bit of help, of course.
“Here, muffin…I’ll get you some more juice. Your brother can get you in the bath.” Greg took the nearly empty cup from Mycroft, and the elder Holmes’ brother could see the tears welling in his lover’s eyes before he turned and quickly left the room.
Sadie: Jesus kid, I’m sorry that it took me this long to log in and see this. That’s a very scary feeling, and I hope you’re doing what you can to take care of yourself (like seeking medical attention?)
In the meantime!!! Please enjoy some cute Christmas headcanons that Embie ( @squeakpigsrevenge ) and I were sharing a little while ago!
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sadieandmo:*referring to a previously reblogged set of Christmas-themed gifs)That’s fucking adorable Christmas is My’coff’s fa’brite
squeakpigsrevenge:The baby’s hand make most of the decorations for the tree The popcorn strings are a nightmare because the pets get into them. Bess* poops string for a week.
sadieandmo: lmao They have to put a baby gate around the tree eventually, but even then Greg has to rescue either Marigold* or Scallywag* out of the tree at least every other day. And there’s a small, plastic baby-tree that Mycroft put in the nursery for the bby’s to decorate all by themselves.
squeakpigsrevenge: Awwww It’s covered in plastic dinosaurs and cars are dummies. Mycroft has undecorated 4 times today so they can start over
sadieandmo: lol, Aw They tried to do Elf on a Shelf this year, but it didn’t last long….it gave poor Sherlock nightmares and he began to refuse to go into any room that it was in.
squeakpigsrevenge: Awww Nana knitted them all matching Christmas jumpers, the puppies included.
sadieandmo: Wiggle* tries to chew his off and gets his bottom jaw stuck.
squeakpigsrevenge: Awww. Greg rescues him. They use a chip clip to make it snugger so he can’t get at it
sadieandmo: It’s hilarious to watch him try, though…he does that doggy temper-tantrum thing where he whips his head back and forth and then zooms through the house barking while Jawn and Sherlock laugh
squeakpigsrevenge: Lololol
sadieandmo: lol, And they have Molly over just about every day that she can to help bake cookies or make Christmas crafts and help decorate.
squeakpigsrevenge: Awwww
sadieandmo: Mycroft never runs out of things for the babies to do. From painting trees using their hands and fingerprints to make lights or making their own ornaments to making a huge batch of play-doh that smells like peppermint.
squeakpigsrevenge: They cute out paper snowflakes, which Molly is a wiz at from all the paperflowers. They string them ALL over the house
sadieandmo: Awwww Greg’s having tons of fun with all the babies and animals and lights and laughing, but his favorite moments are when he looks over at Mycroft and sees the big, soft smile on his face when he thinks no one’s looking.
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*Bess, Wiggle, Marigold, and Scallywag are some of the pets we’ve given them over the past few years, lol
Ooooooh, these are some juicy questions! (Insomniac here, too). I’m gonna go ahead and tag Embie as well ( @squeakpigsrevenge ) so she can add to it when she wakes up again.
In my canon, I believe I’ve only mentioned John using a belt on Sherlock once, and neither of them liking it very much. Now, in Embie and I’s joined AU, again, I think we’ve only mentioned it once? We did a short RP where Greg walloped Jawn’s bum (with his hand) for mouthing off at Mycroft, and threatened to take a belt to him if it ever happened again.
It’ll more than likely stay limited to threats, though…I don’t think either Greg or Mycroft actually have the heart to do it. At least, not when the boys are little-Little.
lol, I think I’ve written about every other scenario you mentioned in one story (or ficlet) or another. 😛 Let’s see, if someone goes too far…well, they always have their safewords–and that goes for Greg and Mycroft, too. Especially Greg…he errs on the side of caution, anyway, so if he thinks any play is getting to close to the line and neither of the boys can verbalise it for whatever reason, he’s quick to shut it down first and figure out what’s wrong.
As for the rest, Embie and I have sort-of been toying with the idea of doing an RP where Littles are known? Almost like Alpha and Omega fics, except with Littles and Caretakers (sorry if this isn’t making sense, lol…I can try and explain it better if I need to). We’re also having fun with one where they take Sherlock to preschool, i.e a daycare center specifically run with Little’s and Ageplayer’s in mind. (Those do exist, by the way!)
PS I love getting questions like this (and Embie does, too!) so feel free to send in as many as you like!
Chapters: 8/? Fandom: Sherlock (TV), Sherlock Holmes & Related Fandoms Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson Characters: John Watson, Sherlock Holmes, Mycroft Holmes, Mycroft Holmes’s Umbrella Additional Tags: Age Play, Non-Sexual Age Play, Brotherly Bonding, nappies, Dummies, Spanking, Mycroft has the patience of a saint, dinos are very ‘portant, Little Sherlock, Little John – Freeform, Bathing/Washing, Bratting Series: Part 3 of The ‘Co-’ Series
sadieandmo: I have two ficlets and like, two more prompts asking for Sherlock helping take care of a tiny Jawn, but I kind of want to do one for the opposite 😛
squeakpigsrevenge: I’d read that!
sadieandmo: lol, I’m trying to think of an idea that I could turn into a short, quick one.
squeakpigsrevenge: 🤔🤔🤔
squeakpigsrevenge: “Sher’yock ge’d y’ittler?”
Jawn stared at Sherlock as he watched the mobile with rapt attention.
sadieandmo: Awwww That could TOTALLY work with what I was thinking, lol
(prompt by @squeakpigsrevenge who’s always willing to give a boost over that motherfucking writer’s block!)
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“Sher’yock ge’d y’ittler?”
Jawn stared at Sherlock as he watched the mobile with rapt attention.
“Looks like it, doesn’t it?” Greg grinned. He reached over the railing of the crib and gently pinched the baby’s cheek, and then laughed when he scrunched his neck and nudged his hand away. “Alright, alright, I’ll quit buggin’ y’ah…at least until I get a fresh nappy ready for that squishy bum of yours.”
Jawn, who was already standing on the step-stool Mycroft had placed beside the crib, went up onto his toes and hung onto the railing as he peered down at Sherlock. “You’re, um, you’re no’d ge’dding him, um, ou’d, ou’d ye’d?”
Before Greg could answer, Sherlock turned his head at the sound of Jawn’s voice and, once his gaze found him, turned on a beaming, award-winning smile and reached up to clasp at Jawn’s over-hanging fingers.
Jawn beamed back. “Hi!” he said, and let go of the rail to give Sherlock’s fingers a return squeeze.
Greg was so charmed, he thought he might puke. He had to turn away, or he was gonna do just that, and then he’d have to listen to Mycroft bitch about changing the sheets. “I’m getting him out, don’t you worry,” he said, and went to unlatch the sides of the crib. “Watch your fingers, monkey.”
Jawn let go and moved out of the way, while his still-captive friend sensed his impending freedom and sat up. “G’ah!”
“Always impatient, even when you can’t talk!” Greg booped the tip of the tyke’s nose with his finger, and made for the changing table across the room. “Just hold your horsees!”
Jawn was back on his little stool as soon as Greg cleared the way, eager to get back to his playmate…but instead of that warm, gooey smile, he found Sherlock sitting up on his knees, hands on the lowered rail, and sucking on his bottom lip as he pouted at Greg’s back.
Sherlock, still worrying at his bottom lip, looked at Jawn and nodded, padded bum wagging back and forth.
“Here, I c’n hel’b!!” Jawn stretched and wrapped his arms around Sherlock’s waist.
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Greg had just unfolded one of the baby’s nappies and given it a quick fluff up, before turning back to the boys. “Alright, little man, now we’re ready-yyyyyyeeeeeee’suschrist,” he moaned as his heart dropped straight out of his body cavity.
Jawn had both arms cinched around Sherlock’s waist as he lifted him up and out of the crib, the footing on his stool precarious, at best. “I’ve go’d, I’ve go’d him, G’eg!” he said cheerfully, even if a bit strained under the other man’s weight. “I bring him!”
“Dooooooooooooooon’t!” Greg lurched across the room in (what felt to him, at least) slow motion, arms outstretched…and caught the both of them in the split-second right before Jawn’s foot lifted off the wobbling stool and sent them both crashing to the floor in a scene that would have surely been his fault for ‘not watching them!’ “Hey!” He gave a short, forced laugh as he scooped Sherlock up into his own arms while Jawn regained his balance. “Hey, hey, hey! I said hold your horses, didn’t I??!!? Last time I checked, horses didn’t have curly hair and wear nappies!?!”
Jawn tottered for a moment and Greg’s heart threatened to spontaneously combust–but with the help of Greg’s elbow, he had both feet back on his stool and was just as chipper as ever. “See, G’eg??!” he jabbered. “I go’d him ou’d!”
“Yeah,” Greg sighed…he was still trying to get his heart’s rhythm sorted out right again. “Yeah, you did, monkey. Good job. Can you, um, can you do Greg a really-really-really big favour next time, and let me do it? And can you step down off’a that thing now? Yeah, there’s a good boy, thank you.” He checked on the one that he now had balanced on his hip; Sherlock was no worse for the wear, and was watching Jawn with big, bright eyes—all the while still sucking on that bottom lip of his.
“You do i’d nex’ time?” Jawn asked as he hopped off of his stool.
“Yep, I like being the one to carry him,” Greg said, and proceeded to carry the baby to the changing table, with Jawn right at his elbow.
“You do??!!
Y’ike carry a bay’bee??!
” Jawn asked, and grabbed Sherlock’s bare foot…which promptly made Sherlock squeal, very loudly, in Greg’s ear.
“Yep,” Greg said dryly, and plopped Sherlock’s bum on top of the table.
The second one is a scene from sadieandmo’s story, and I can’t just not draw this. Papa Lestrade will always be my Achilles heel.
Also, sadieandmo and squeakpigsrevenge wrote a fantastic universe and I just needed to draw something for them haha I ended up experimenting with different art styles and brushes, but I decided to just post the two that I liked the most.
Chapters: 7/? Fandom: Sherlock (TV), Sherlock Holmes & Related Fandoms Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson Characters: John Watson, Sherlock Holmes, Mycroft Holmes, Mycroft Holmes’s Umbrella Additional Tags: Age Play, Non-Sexual Age Play, Brotherly Bonding, nappies, Dummies, Spanking, Mycroft has the patience of a saint, dinos are very ‘portant, Little Sherlock, Little John – Freeform, Bathing/Washing, Bratting Series: Part 3 of The ‘Co-’ Series
Sadie; I’d forgotten all about trying to out-cute each other when we RP’ed. 😛
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Both Mycroft and Jawn let out a deep sigh of relief; it was the first
quiet moment they’d had since…well, since naptime ended. “What’s the
Captain’s power?” Mycroft asked, absently patting Sherlock’s bum with
his free hand
“Big an’ strong,” Jawn replied, staring at the
screen. Unlike Sherlock, he could always find some new detail going on
in the background, no matter how small, and he took great pride in
rubbing it in Sherlock’s face when he did so.
“So, like the Hulk? And Thor?”
“Nu-UH, s’diff’rent!”
“How so?”
…Jawn
didn’t quite know how to respond. He knew how it was different, of
course, and how each hero had their own qualities to bring to the team,
but he couldn’t quite think of how to put it into words.
“He’s like Jawn,” Sherlock said, turning his head away from the bottle.
“How so?” Mycroft asked, again.
“A’cause, a’cause Jawn would do whatever it takes to get the bad guys. An’ he was small before, an’ he was still the bravest.”
That’s a very scary feeling, and I hope you’re doing what you can to take care of yourself (
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