The horrific life of Mr. Hankey at 120 Backstreet
The Dark side of Holmes / Watson Slashfic NO ONE EVER TALKS ABOUT
Mr. Hankey squeezed himself back against the walls of the colon in abject terror. There it was again, the huge, fleshy protuberance of John Hamish Watson as it surged forward again, smashing through the round doorway, headless of what it smeared in its path.
“hoo noo!” he screeched as from somewhere outside he heard the rumbling baritone of Sherlock screaming “DO IT AGAIN! HARDER! FASTER! DEEPER!"
Hankey could go no further back against the quaking colon wall as it rushed for him, crushing and pulping, then a torrent of white and
squidgy fleshy, sticky erectus death.
About Paisley P. Peinforte
Having successfully invaded both America and Canada from her home base in Windsor, Paisley has become horribly corrupted by the world. She hates active voice and wished to god Twitter had an edit button but is now glad to be rid of that place. Dedicated to "creating the greatest 'Ship of them all", she ponders horribly terrible, idiotic things for your amusement.
~explanation~
I'm a snarky, semi-horrible human being given to penning intentionally bad epic slashfiction involving improbable objects and individuals, with the ultimate ambition of befouling Kindle with it one day,which is ostensibly what this blog is for.
In practice, however, it tends to mainly be a circular file for my various thoughts and ideas, some whimsical and others not, in addition to my various Photoshop experiments, mainly collections of what I originally generated for Twitter but now do for Mastodon Threads Bluesky thanks to Twitter becoming a fascist hellscape.
I also have a sideproject doing art for my addition to Doctor Who fanon, Karnian Script which is a more sigil-based, witchy take on Galifreyan variants.