Q:You are my favorite consulting enabler <3 (things I don't have time to do: write the massive functional au fic you planted in my brain; things I am doing anyway: writing that) <33333333333
This is my main purpose in life.
We are not the Titanic. We are the Unsinkable Molly Brown.
if the sherlolly ship has sunken
gentlemen, i would like to offer my sincere condolences
She’s (possibly) engaged, not dead. Lots of ways this could go. And canon don’t mean a thang.
Lexie drew me a thing so now I am writing her a thing to go with it. I apologize for nothing, least of all for the following feelings. SPOILERS for TDW.
When the cry goes up that they have all been deceived once more, that there has been a traitor on their throne, Sif knows where she will find him. She knows, because they have shared the existence of that place for centuries, a secret all their own: a glade tucked into the mountains east of the city, surrounded on all sides by rock with a thick gnarled canopy of tree limbs for a ceiling, inaccessible but for a hidden path through the mountains carved out by an underground stream. They had found it together as children and immediately claimed it as their own quiet sanctuary, far from the noise and distraction of the city, of the palace, of their peers. There, for a time, they were young with lighter hearts; there, they grew together like the branches of the trees over their heads. Even after the worst of his betrayals, she will not reward all his miserable treachery by sharing this secret with others. It is theirs, or it is no one’s.
"He will have fled to another realm, no doubt," she says, when they ask her. "He will not stay here to await imprisonment or death."
It is what they want to hear: no one wants a traitor with a silver tongue skulking about the streets of Asgard, cloaked in magic and waiting to strike. Their people need the comfort of thinking that Loki is elsewhere, so she lies. She lies for Asgard, and she wonders as the words fall from her lips if this is how it starts, if it is really so very easy to justify dishonesty as something born of selfless devotion instead of selfish desire, for the truth of the matter is that she wants to take him herself. But before she drags him back to the dungeons she has words for him, and all of them to be spoken through her fists. She will not kill him, for she would not do such a harm to Thor, but that is the only mercy she will give him, the only mercy he deserves.
So while scouts fly to other realms to seek Loki out and bring him to justice, the Lady Sif is not among them; with her shield and sword at her back, she slips away into the mountains instead. The path is hidden but familiar, and her feet never falter, her steps sure and strong though the rocks are as slippery as the man she seeks. After he fell the first time, she forsook the banquets and the company of her friends for an evening to come here, one single light in the darkness rising up from her hands, not for a fallen traitor, but for the moribund memory of a dream she lived in this place, too long ago.
"I was beginning to think you had forgotten the way," he calls, when she finally steps out of the long dark tunnel into the scattered light that drifts down into the glade.
“I am not the one who has forgotten,” she returns, drawing her sword.
He laughs, though he draws no weapons, yet from his stance, deceptively relaxed, she knows he expects her to have come for a fight. Truly, she expects to have come for the same, one hand a fist of rage at her side while the other wraps around the grip of her sword, the sharpness of the blade slicing the very air as she stalks toward him until she stands only a dagger’s length away. Her breath comes in hard angry gasps and her sword hand trembles not with fear but with rage, and she knows he does not mistake it, for he knows it all too well. She has been at least as full of ire as he, though the cosmos has seen far too much of his brand of rage of late and none at all of her own. He will see it now, at least; she has saved it all for him, storing up all the tears she would not shed over his death until they turned into bitter anger and regret.
They have always been too much the same.
"You know why I’ve come," she says, a promise and a challenge.
"I do," he answers, one hand tracing the still air around the point of her sword.
As she stands and watches the movement of his fingers, the leaves of the trees rustling over their heads, something shifts underneath her anger. Relief that he is yet living seeps up through the cracks of hate in her heart; with overwhelming swiftness it surges up from her gut to snatch at her breath and prick at her eyes. This place seems made not of rocks and trees but of memories, remembrances of days untouched by the shadows in their hearts. They have never brought conflict here; it is a haven unsullied by the chill of bitterness or the flame of rage, and she realizes now that would have it remain so inviolate, an island of unchanging peace.
She will not fight with him, not here, not even to assuage the endless rage she feels. She lowers her sword; he takes his hand away. When their eyes meet, they nod in a silent mutual understanding not to breach the sanctity of this place. Her sword falls from her hand as she reaches for him and he reaches back, her hand warming his cold cheek and his fingers gripping her hair like it is all that tethers him to life.
The fight will wait.
Q:Forgive me for ignorance, but what rumours are flying around? Do they concern Molly and are they... bad? *confused and worried face*
They just released season 3 promo photos. See Molly’s left hand! See the mysterious stranger! See Sherlock on the floor!
Q:Hi! The gif you posted of Benedict in a hat, looking serious and hugging a woman...what show/movie that from? It's something I haven't seen before, so I'm curious!. :)
That gif was part of a submission, but it’s from “Third Star”.
Q:Do you take drawing prompts? :) if you do, hehe, would you do Sherlock asking Molly on the first date? Btw your acc is like OMG brilliant!!!
Both requests and commissions are closed right now.
Q:gah you're such a good artist! i've secretly been waiting for someone to draw loki/sif stuff, so thank you much :D
Q:Omigooooossshhh thank you for drawing the Sif/Loki thing woo! Now I have yet another otp! :)
This is not a submission; you just randomly popped into my head and I felt like sending you a hug.
My apologies if this was a cheeky use of your submission option.
Thank you so much!!!
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Apologies for the delay getting this up. I was away and had no chance to put this up.
The December/January challenge is the ladies of Sherlock engaging in winter activities.
- This challenge is open to any sort of creative endeavour: drawings, writing, vids, craft, anything you can think of that’s creative.
- It can be JUST one of the ladies in question, it can be several of them or it can be one of the ladies with one of the guys. However, focus MUST be on a female character.
- All female characters from Sherlock are welcome, both major and minor.
- Artwork and fic can be adult rated, however please tag appropriately with NWS and/or NSFW.
- Crossovers are welcome, as long as one of the ladies of Sherlock is the focus.
- Rule 63— otherwise known as Femlock— does NOT count as a Lady of Sherlock.
- Any winter activity is valid. It can be cold weather activities or holidays of any religion as long as they occur during the Winter months.
- There is NO LIMIT to the number of submissions you can make.
- This challenge is open until JANUARY 12th, 2014.
To post your fill, post it in your blog with the tag “#ladiesofsherlock” in the first five tags or send us your post ID through our ask.
(Challenge artwork by artbylexie. Used with permission)