Speculating A Bit…

OH HELL NAH MY TEACHER GOT THE MANGA'S TODAY IM GONNA CRY

Can you please reblog if your blog is a safe place for lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender, asexual, aromantic, pansexual, non binary, demisexual or any other kind of queer or questioning people? Because mine is.

I swear I love how some people look at it this way because it's all things that I didn't even notice

The first time we saw YuuMori talking about atonement was in Grapefruit Pie—no one tried to repent for anything in the first chapter. But in Grapefruit Pie, Burton was suffering because his son died and he (and his wife) both feel he is at fault for letting it happen.

Maybe he was. He didn’t do anything. Was there a lot he could’ve done? Realistically, no. But he feels he could’ve done more, and so does his wife. And what helps him heal and move on and make amends with his wife is, well, doing something. And there’s a parallel to that and the Moriarty brothers in sharing their crime and sin and burden together (something that, interestingly, also sort of comes up with Sherlock and William), but it’s also a way for them to put “right” some of the wrongs.

Whether or not that’s atonement for Burton’s earlier sins is questionable. I mean. He murdered a guy; the series never argues that murder is a good thing. But it is still a way to deal with guilt, to do something with it.

In Dancers on the Bridge, we see a little bit of it, too. After a fashion, it can be laid at Lucien’s feet that Frida died. Was it really? No, but he helped bring her to ruin. And he bought her a headstone, finally, the way her coworkers wanted her to be remembered. He did something to make up for the small fault he committed in drawing her into something.

YuuMori talks a lot, in addition to atonement, about being corrupted by society and the devils on Earth. Neither Burton nor Lucien would’ve had anything to atone for were it not for the devils William wiped out, and they are sort of seen as cleansed afterward—not perfect, not quite whole, not over what they lost, but in some way having done something to repair what was broken and wrong and moved on.

But the first time the thing with atonement becomes really clear is Mycroft.

Mycroft hasn’t done anything wrong, but he works for the British government years decades after one of his ancestors committed acts of tyranny on behalf of the British government in France to make up for his family’s crimes. Sherrinford Holmes got himself killed out of his own guilt, and his own, and because he was dead he could do nothing to fix it. Nothing to help anyone. And that sin got passed onto his family and bound them to try to atone for the entire mess he created.

If we want to get all religiously Christian here as YuuMori likes to do, it’s a kind of Original Sin: something passed down because of the sins of your ancestors that taints you from birth. That’s why Christianity does baptism; to cleanse that away.

Sherlock was protected from that sin by Mycroft, who sacrificed himself in a way for his little brother, bearing the weight of their family’s atonement on his own shoulders. Someone did something for Sherlock to keep him from having to repent in a martyr/sacrificial way to save him. Sherrinford didn’t redeem himself by dying. He just passed the burden along to innocents to try to fix the damage he caused.

And when William was seen as dead, and Albert ran away from the job, Louis took his place working under Mycroft for the British government. Someone had to make up for the sins of the family, and Louis took up that burden, and Albert took up that burden, hoping to protect William from some of it the way Mycroft protected Sherlock.

Of course, that’s not how the story ended up going: trying to protect their brothers did nothing. William and Sherlock serve their time repenting for their crimes with the United States. Because no one can take on the burden of your atonement for you. The burden never leaves.

It’s always there until you take it into your own hands and do something about it.

These series is all for the bi's, gay's ,the trans and all other queer persons. I have yet to meet a person that is straight that watches this. ( I'm serious- I don't know anyone irl)

Also WILLIAM?! My man is just babygirl and I'm all in for it. His face? Perfect. His hair? Lovely. His waist? Slim as fuck. His personality? Sweet as sugar. Is he the definition of tall, blond and gorgeous from the McDonald's? Yes. Absolutely. 100%. Is he taken? Yes, yes he is. And by who..

This motherfucking man who likes chemistry and can't do math. (just like me but we won't talk about that) and his name? FREAKING DETECTIVE SHERLOCK HOLMES

These 2 be flirting everywhere they can like- You name a place and they flirted there. In a train? Yes. At a crime scene? Yes. At Durham? Yes. In front of Liam's brothers? Yes. I mean, COME ON MAN JUST SAY IT ALREADY

Anyway THEY ARE MARRIED you can't tell me otherwise

“But if every single person in this world are expecting that god will save them, then what about god? Won't a god get tired as well? ”

—Hua Cheng, TGCF (Revised ver.)

✨ art: anteiku, the official artist of tgcf russian edition

If my future relationship is not like Sherliam then I don't want it.

I need someone who looks at me like how those two look at eachother.

Get me someone that looks at me like how Sherliam look at eachother

Final results

So, I went and used my imagination and got 2 Sherliam stories and 1 Hualian 'cuz why not. The only thing I need to do is pick the best one of these three, so again, I ask for your help. Oh right, on a side note, Sherlock's name was changed to Samuel, and Xie Lian and Hua Cheng were changed to Xinquan and San Lang respectively.

Story One

Once upon a time, two souls met their fateful end. William and Samuel, they were called—or so the legends say. Some say they leapt from the bridge's edge, their bodies swallowed by the dark embrace of the river below. Others claim they got pushed into the Thames, around the time of 1885.

But it's not the manner of their death that sends shivers down the spine. It's what they do in the hours of the night. They say William's spirit, restless and vengeful, seeks out the bodies of evil men, who use their power for a bad cause, killing, for example. Some say they've seen him, drifting through the halls of large estates, his eyes burning red as he whispers curses to those who dare to cross his path.

And Samuel, they say, walks the streets with purposeful intent, his ghostly presence a silent guardian for those walking down the streets of London. They say he appears when least expected, his ghostly form a reminder that even in death, love has no bounds.

So beware, of the bridge that spans the Thames and the shadows that lurk in the corners of the night. For you never know when you might catch a glimpse of William and Samuel, the restless ghosts who haunt the hearts of men with a vengeance born of their love.

Story Two

It was a moonless night in 1885 when William and Samuel, as the old tales tell, stood upon London Bridge, their hearts heavy with the weight of untold secrets. Some say they were star-crossed lovers, torn apart by the cruel whims of society, while others whisper of a bond forged in the fires of rivalry and hatred.

They say William and Samuel made a silent pact, a final act of defiance against a place that had failed to understand them. Hand in hand, they stepped off the edge of the bridge, their bodies plunging into the Thames below. William’s brother, Albert, ordered a search party, without luck, as their bodies were never recovered.

But their spirits, they did not find peace in death. They lingered still, their souls bound to the mortal realm by the bonds of unfinished business.

Some say William's restless spirit seeks out the bodies of evil men, who use their power like a weapon, for a bad cause, killing, for example. They say he haunts the large estates and mansions of the aristocrats, his eyes burning red as he whispers curse of vengeance to those who dare to cross his path.

And Samuel, they say, walks the streets of London with purposeful intent, his ghostly presence a silent guardian for those who seek justice. They say he appears when least expected, his ghostly form a reminder that even in death, the power of love knows no bounds.

Story Three (Hualian version)

Once upon a time, in a land where gods and spirits walked among mortals, there lived two souls whose love defied life and death. Xinquan and San Lang, they were known, a fallen god and a vengeful spirit, their bond forged in the fires of destiny.

Legend has it that Xinquan, a revered deity, had been cast down from the heavens, his divine powers stripped away by the hand of fate. San Lang, a ghost hidden in shadows and sorrow, haunted the mortal realm with longing and regret.

Their paths crossed in the depths of an ancient temple, where Xinquan, encountered the vengeful spirit of San Lang. Bound by fate, they went on a journey that would challenge the very foundation of existence.

But fate is unpredictable. It is said that Xinquan and San Lang, burdened by the weight of their forbidden love, made a vow, a pact sealed in the middle of the night.

Hand in hand, they walked the path of no return.

However their souls still lingered, their ethereal presence an oath made of the  power of love.

Some say Xinquan's gentle spirit wanders the ancient temples, his presence a comfort to those who seek solace. They say he appears when the moon is full, his celestial form a beacon of hope.

And San Lang, they say, roams the forgotten corners of the mortal realm, his ghostly form a guardian to those who defy the fate. They say he walks the earth with purposeful intent, his eyes burning red as he watches over the ones he loves from afar.

Listen to these words, and remember the tale of Xinquan and San Lang, the lovers whose spirits still linger in the corners of the world, their love eternal and solid, which flows through the heart of time.

It's my birthday y'all!

And yk what that means? It means that William and I are compatible with eachother because he's from april 1st and I'm from april 30th-

You see the connection~

Just let me live my delulu life please 😔

Artists: @EGOTISM

WILLIAM J. MORIARTY