#theemptyquarto

Though two weeks later when she came and sat in his lap one evening and said, "Though talking of morality there is something to be said for being hanged as a sheep rather than a lamb," it became quite difficult to remember exactly what his objections had been.

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lololol. I once got a drabble prompt that turned into a 40,000 word rewrite of s4 so I feel you even though it is totally my fault.

As some of you know, early this year a group of people in the Sherlock and Sherlolly fandom got together to conduct a series of interviews focusing on fan content and its creation. The result was twelve interviews, posted over three months, where writers and artists talk about their work, the fandom and show, and their own processes. I’ve finally gotten around to doing a master list of them to make it easier for anyone who’d like to read through them. Check out the links below:

OhAine interviews likingthistoomuch

 Likingthistoomuch interviews OhAine

 theleftpill interviews kstewmanipulation

 thisisartbylexie interviews writingwife-83

 ellis-hendricks interviews geekmama

 geekmama interviews ellis-hendricks

 ashockinglackofsatin interviews sunken-standard

 vermofftiss interviews mizjoely

 writingwife-83 interviews artbylexie

 OhAine interviews ashockinglackofsatin

 lilsherlockian75 and mrsmcrieff interview each other

  rip molly whore hooper rip molly whore hooper rip...

I’d read the hell out of number 2

I have this whole vision in my mind now, of Mary being an Enemy Agent with orders (From General Magnussen) to cold-bloodedly seduce Sherlock (Moriarty was supposed to destroy his rep and make him look like a traitor but he failed) but it’s too late - he’s fallen for a lowly Comfort Girl so she’s ordered to kill him instead but surprise! She’s fallen in love with Captain John Watson and so she just shoots to wound instead of kill.

“Kintsugi,” he says one day, shoving an article at her, and, unfortunately for romantic gestures, Molly peers at it over the rim of her cereal bowl and thinks at first it’s to do with a case; she makes a non-committal sound, curling her foot up to her chest, swaying it slightly to the beat of the music playing on Radio 2.

“It’s an ancient Japanese art,” Sherlock says, pressing, “They fix broken things with gold.”

She catches the understanding with a swallow of cornflakes.

“You’re a sap,” she says, tilting her head up at him, reaching up after a moment of silence, and cupping his cheek, during her thumb over the arch of his cheekbone. 

“You’ll ruin my reputation,” he teases, turning his cheek towards her hand, his hand covering hers as he kisses the soft pink flesh of her palm.

This begins, as most of my weird fics have, on the old kink meme.  This was a prompt made after TRF aired of course, at a point where we were all talking about the striking (and rather sudden) emotion of the “What do you need?” scenes.  I realized that I could use the closeness in those scenes to generate intimacy in the story...for a very bad end indeed. (Also, no lie, I was a French major and I’m sure my brain had a “La petite mort” joke playing around in there too.)  It was strange because I generally had a hard time writing Sherlock, but I wrote and edited the whole thing in one afternoon and posted as quickly as possible to avoid overthinking it.

31: Talk about what you think death is like. 

(No lie, this is almost the one I sent to you, but then I was like ‘nah, I’ll just pick the same thing for everyone because I don’t want you thinking I somehow associate you with death or anything; I overthink everything)

Behind a cut because I’m a morbid Debby Downer and I don’t want to harsh anyone’s mellow.