second entry for letsdrawsherlock gift giving!! of course i couldn’t resist fawnlock giving john a festive floral crown
THERE IS A LOCKED DOOR BETWEEN ME AND COFFEE
- Theresa: What are these?
- Martin: Oh, those are just my decorations.
- Theresa: Oh! You come with decorations. Like a little Christmas tree!
ack shitting hellnuggets i owe yall an advent drabble
*skitters to prompt list and gets crackin*
I’ve also taken some of those ‘medallions’ and expanded them into full 8x8 square prints! All of the artwork is available on my etsy, and I’ll have it at Kumoricon this weekend in Vancouver—come say hi!
In case you were wondering, I’m a huge Tolkien nerd, born and raised. As well as reading all of the books to me, my parents pretty much told me I was a hobbit when I was little, and they were right. I have freakishly small hairless feet, but other than that, total hobbit.
rembrandtswife replied to your post “when you have a story idea and you know that everyone is gonna hate it”
I write het, honey. I FEEL YOUR PAIN.
Oh my, yes you do. <3
Icy nose and hands tickle fic, Go!
Asked by snogandagrope
Molly’s t-shirt wriggles up as Molly squirms on the sofa, all giggles, trying (not very hard) and failing (not very regretfully) to escape Irene’s fingers, which tickle Molly’s sides like so many sentient icicles.
"You’re just—so—cold,” Molly gasps between bursts of laughter.
Irene’s smirk becomes a grin when she presses her nose to Molly’s bared stomach; Molly eeps, and Irene says, ”That’s what you get for dating the dead.”