#pmzzo

[vonlipwig]

I've just realised - yes, I really do have a Sherlock blog title in the year of our Lord 2022.

I am so sorry that I was the one to cause you to realise this.

If it's any consolation, I look at your avatar and just think 'ah yes pmzzo, my friend pmzzo'.

[vonlipwig]

misandrymydearwatson replied to your post: misandrymydearwatson replied to your post: ...

(thats because i can raise both eyebrows independently so id just use the other one if i got a fringe)

(no, see, that's the problem. i can do that too but because one is covered, if i raise one eyebrow, it's just assumed that i'm raising both at the same time. see?)

bends-sinister replied to your post: so, through my teenage years i taught myself to...

nooooo

*shakes fist*

pmzzo replied to your post: so, through my teenage years i taught myself to...

Poor Franky. Here, have some sympathy.

Thank you. I'm glad people realise how much of a waste of my life it was.

[the-misfit-fleet]

ramblingruminations replied to your post: Just a heads up

I missed the original post but good luck!!! x

Yeah, I didn't leave it up long because I was unsure about giving away the story. Now I am going to do little snippets and post pics and such. Hope someone will get interested and want more and might want to do some concept art. The original idea I had was that tumblr has a huge potential to help creative people out. It would be amazing if shows (or books or whatever) had a following before they were even published or produced. So, we'll see how it goes.

pmzzo replied to your post: Just a heads up

When you become famous we can say that we know someone who’s famous.

Aww, thanks! Not all that hung up on fame. I'd rather everybody went, oh hey, we know that show already and we know who wrote it, let's listen to it and get everybody else to! :D

Oh yeah and be looking for the Lunadin tag too because I'm going to tag all the related posts with it.

[vonlipwig]

pmzzo replied to your chat: a conversation, conducted over text

(So she is his ex?) Someone should talk some sense into him.

(Yeah, tbh they should get back together. It's become quite uncomfortable for almost everyone around them.)

Yes. I'm pretty chilled about spontaneous plans but I literally cannot be spontaneous right now.

[vonlipwig]

endquestionmark replied to your post: i feel like everyone on the planet started...

I DONT KNOW BUT OMG

they're suddenly on every fanmix

kengrii replied to your post: i feel like everyone on the planet started...

thank you for this post because i finally know what imagine dragons means. i have been so confused

ah you're welcome

i hadn't heard of them until about a week ago and suddenly they're everywhere

karkaties replied to your post: i feel like everyone on the planet started...

a) YOURE BACK!!!!! b) theyre really good arent they have you heard on top of the world ??

a) yes, but i won't be around much

b) they are. no but i'll check it out

karkaties replied to your post: i got my Eighty gif to work but it doesnt go...

i can fix something up for you if you like?

ooh, if you've got time then that'd be awesome =)

karkaties replied to your post: hey hi so im back

FRANKY!!!!!!!!!

KATIE!No

pmzzo replied to your post: Happy Tell Your Crush Youre In Love With Them...

Wait, did you do that?

No! God! No, romantically and socially terrible, I may be, but I'm not that bad.

[the-misfit-fleet]

A Rose By Any Other Name...A Croup and Vandemar Fanfic

Based on a prompt by ginger8lee.

Mr. Croup wandered around the shadows of the Floating Market, looking for equipment essential to the professional torturer and assassin, while simultaneously trying to figure out how to give Mr. Vandemar the slip. Anyone who knew anything at all about Mr. Croup and Mr. Vandemar knew that they didn't go anywhere or do anything without one another. But sometimes necessity facilitated that one be on his own. Mr. Croup had this necessity at that very moment.

"Ah, Mr. Vandemar, I spy a fine specimen of a meat hook hidden away in the back corner," he said, pointing it out from afar.

Mr. Vandemar squinted to see what Mr. Croup was looking at and then nodded his head in appreciation. "Sharp, but rusty," he agreed. "Would make someone's day very painful indeed."

"Shall we pay it a closer introspection, Mr. Vandermar?" Mr. Croup suggested.

"Sounds good to me."

Mr. Croup waited for Mr. Vandemar to step ahead of him, followed him for a few paces and then ducked around a corner. He knew it wouldn't take long for Mr. Vandemar to realise he'd gone so he quickly made his way out of sight and circled around to the other side of the market. Once there, he took a deep breath and then began to hunt for his prey. It wasn't easy to find what he was looking for in London Below, but if Mr. Croup was anything, it was diligent. He searched through all of the regular vendors, through to the more obscure vendors and finally ended up at the stalls of people who risked going up to London Above and stealing things there.

"Aha!" he said, finding just what he was looking for...a florist who traded in the more unique varieties of flowers and plants. He stepped over to the vendor and smiled slyly. "A dozen black roses please," he demanded.

The florist looked at him like he'd asked for the moon. "Black roses? Roses is scarce, sir."

"I know they are, that's why I've come to you," Mr. Croup growled in reply.

"They won't come cheap," the florist warned.

Mr. Croup suddenly grabbed him and pulled him forward with one hand, while slipping a long smooth blade out of his coat with the other. He placed the blade, gingerly, against the man's throat. "How about your life in return?" he offered. When the man had squirmed sufficiently and nodded, Mr. Croup let him go and then lazily added, "Oh and this shiny new meat hook." He pulled the meat hook from another coat pocket and dropped it on the florists table. "It's much too immaculate and not nearly rusty enough for my purposes."

Once the trade was made, Mr. Croup started to back away from the florist's booth, but found himself running in to someone. He spun around to the worried face of Mr. Vandemar.

"There you are," he said with a sigh of relief. "I thought something had happened to you."

"No, Mr. Vandemar, I am perfectly satisfactorily."

"What's that behind your back, Mr. Croup?"

Mr. Croup looked at him sheepishly. "Ah, yes, well I was going to wait until we'd returned to the hearth, but..." he broke off, holding up the bouquet of black roses.

Mr. Vandemar looked at him in disbelief, a lump forming in his throat. "For me?" he said, his voice shaking ever so slightly as he reached up to take them.

"Well of course. Who else?" Mr. Croup said with a chuckle as Mr. Vandemar flashed him a grin full of sharp, stained teeth. Then he watched, his heart warmed, (the florist also, but in horror) as Mr. Vandemar began munching away at the roses.

[vonlipwig]

pmzzo replied to your post: its one of those days im watching hugh grant...

*sneaks up behind you, puts spoon into icecream and runs away with spoon in mouth*

*shakes fist* dammit!

[vonlipwig]

pmzzo replied to your post: pmzzo replied to your post: oh god so bored...

Good doesnt even begin to describe it. Its marvellous. The BBC will have a hard time to produce something better this year.

Ooh, cool. I'll check it out.