May 31
Plush pals! Drew my doomed babies as plushies I found on Pinterest.
(Trying drawing with a lasso tool for the first time)
-Vanny
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Plush pals! Drew my doomed babies as plushies I found on Pinterest.
(Trying drawing with a lasso tool for the first time)
-Vanny
Rereading Warlock Holmes, and this feels appropriate.
Watson: Hey, I'm gonna grab some food, do you want anything?
Moriarty: The souls of the innocent.
Holmes: A bagel.
Moriarty: No!
Holmes: Two bagels.
If you’re still taking prompts! — 25 | Molliarty. :^)
Taken from this list. Prompts open for sherlolly, molliarty, and mollrene.
25. I’m a demon, you’re a shadowhunter.
@whyimmathere @moriartystigress thank you both!! I actually had a lot of fun with this.
She wondered how long he had lived.
Her own tattoos had never faded, of course, and neither had his eyes. But eventually, she knew that she was destined for death and he would live on forever. They could only detain demons.
Demon.
What a funny word to call Moriarty. Nothing that contained all of him, everything that he could be. Parts of what he wasn’t. James – as if he could be contained in something so mundane.
She shut her eyes.
She wasn’t sure if he was a friend or not, after all these years. She’d seen him since she was five years old – and she’d even spent time with him. James wasn’t – he wasn’t – he was very strange, for a demon.
Tell me, dearest, are we the enemy because we are called demons? Would you find me particularly threatening if I was called Jim?
She had been vehement in her belief, by the time she was thirteen. Demons couldn’t be interesting. They couldn’t be persuasive. They couldn’t be honourable.
They couldn’t be attractive.
Moriarty wasn’t – he wasn’t quite keen on corrupting humans. He was keen on distractions, on interesting things. He was very keen on chaos – and he didn’t regard death as much of a barrier to it. She noticed he had a code – it was a strange sort of code, one which allowed murder but not rape. One which allowed drug trafficking, but never human trafficking. He asked her to call him James, and she had found that suspicious. Mike had assured her that it was not his original name, but in some stories he was attached to versions of that name.
He had saved her life, by now. Not just a couple of times.
I find you interesting, Molly Hooper.
She opened her eyes. This was not the time to dwell on James Moriarty for the hundredth time.
She grabbed her sword, as Meena traced runes on her. Molly shivered. They were just outside the club, where it was heard the demons were making a rather dicey deal with the Vampire coven in town. She had been forced to take off her jumper, which was unpleasant, to say the least.
“Meena, I want my jumper.”
Meena rolled her eyes. “You stick out in a pink and blue jumper – what with all of us wearing black.”
“I like pink and blue,” said Molly stubbornly. “Off we go.”
It was such a typical place to meet. Loud. Music. Irritatingly sweaty bodies.
“At the back,” murmured Meena. Their parabatai bond was tightly wound at the moment. Molly could sense Meena’s worry at times. She didn’t like James.
Molly didn’t either, but she couldn’t help herself at times.
They made their way together.
Meena flirted with the bouncer, allowing them into the gallery. Molly was unsure of herself where flirting was concerned. In moments like this, the blue and pink sweater really was a hindrance. Meena could very much look her part in the black, figure hugging dress.
They crawled up to the gallery, peering down. They needed to see what was being traded – they had orders not to attack. Not today, anyway. Meena traced another agility rune on her.
The coven and the demon were already there, of course.
“And so, you can convince us that you will not be double crossing us, can you?” asked the coven leader. Meena had told her to remember the name – John. Mundane, names these days.
And that’s when she noticed him.
He looked directly at her. Molly felt a shiver down her spine. “As a gesture of good faith, we will tell you that the shadowhunters are watching from the galleries.”
Everything from that point forward happened fast.
Molly and Meena exchanged a single glance before they jumped down from the galleries. Meena was clever enough to know to attack the vampires, while Molly focused her energies on Moriarty.
Molly shoved her blade gracelessly into one of the four vampires, while Meena performed a quick pulverization on her way down from the galleries. Two down, two to go.
He tended to isolate the two of them rather rapidly, she had noticed. Before she knew it, he had fallen back – faster, faster, faster – until he had disappeared into a room. It was lucky he had come alone.
Or planned.
Meena looked at her grimly. One tight nod.
Molly entered the room, knowing exactly what to expect.
Her hand slashed forward, blade cutting the air between them – stopped by his own weapon. “How did you know?” she asked, gritting her teeth.
“Love the jumper, dearest,” said James, grinning. He shoved her backwards, Molly twirled quickly, gaining momentum.
Her blade clacked against his again, and he found himself being pushed back. “Thank you,” said Molly, crossly. “Answer the question.”
He swiped below her waist. Molly dodged.
Even their little fights were becoming predictable.
He was quick. Molly found herself beaten back rather rapidly, one, two, three – swift blows on her blade. Her runes glittered brightly, and she tripped, falling to the floor.
He loomed over her. Bending down smoothly, he whispered in her ear: “You smell of formaldehyde, darling. Spending too much time in the lab again?”
And he stood up again.
Molly looked at his grinning face.
“What would Meena say,” he asked her, mock horror plastered on his face. He extended his hand, a gesture for her to get up.
Molly laughed.
She gripped his hand, pulling herself from the floor. He dragged them much too close for her comfort. Adrenaline had already wrecked her heart in that moment, and then James Moriarty was nearly breathing on her.
“I confess, I came to meet you,” he whispered.
“Wonderful,” she breathed back at him. “By the way, thank you for the recommendation. I was going to tell you to read Game of Thrones.”
“Why not,” he said, letting her wrist go. She stepped back, her elevated heart rate doing a number on her vision.
“Molly!” Meena called from the other room.
“Always a pleasure, Molly Hooper,” said James Moriarty.
She shook her head.
“You’ll be alright?” she asked.
“Of course. They’ll say it was planned. They’ll say I should have killed you. I will be bored. Standard procedure.”
“So many excuses, just to come to earth’s surface,” said Molly.
“Oh, there’s that,” said James. He gripped her wrist, dragging her forward. His eyes flicked downward, to her lips, and Molly found herself incredibly red. “And I have found that I’d rather not have you dying, dearest. I volunteer to protect, which is transparently insane, considering who I am.”
Molly watched him. Her eyes, wide. Her pink jumper, drenched in sweat.
His thumb touched her lip. She could barely concentrate.
“Until next time. Wear pink again.”
And he was gone.
Chat how do I get an animation studio to animate a show based on my Teenlock AU there’s genuinely so much lore I don’t think it should stay in my sketchbooks forever
ITS NOT EVEN HALF THE LORE I CAME UP WITH HELP
-Vanny
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-Vanny
The true reason Moriarty Survived.
My seconded demon eye gif. I hope you like it!
You want me to shake hands with you in hell, I shall not disappoint you.