#theyconsulther

[goddessofshadows]

//okay i have Between the Never and the Night and Sherlock's Bloodlust in my drafts. is this all i owe? i think i'm almost caught up?this is why i like luna's account, pfft, i can actually manage it.  

[goddessofshadows]

theyconsulther replied to your post: So, did you hear that your son kissed Sherlock?

[omggg this is gonna be interesting. xD]

//IT'S GONNA BE BAAAAAD

i actually have no idea

she's just

stunned

and judging u all

[captainjoanna-blog]

Ooh how about Sioc with Jo and Sherly?

Sioc:Frost

It wasn’t quite cold enough to snow, not quite, but a thin layer of frost had covered the streets of London. As Jo was often awake early, she was the one that would see it, sparkling and glinting in the pre-dawn. Beautiful, but deadly. Time and time again she had had to treat patients (mostly older people) who had slipped and fallen, usually to disastrous effects. 

On this particular day though, Sherlock had risen before Joanna- who had changed to night shifts- and was sitting at the window in the living room, staring out of it at the street below. 

"It’s beautiful, isn’t it?" Joanna asked quietly, padding across to Sherlock, her heavy flannel dressing gown wrapped tightly around her. Her flatmate said nothing in response, but Jo was far too used to Sherlock’s strange moods. In any case, Sherlock was probably lost in thought. 

"I’ll make us some coffee," she added, and Sherlock looked up, her face blank, as though only registering Joanna’s presence. 

"Yes. Coffee. That would be most welcome." 

That was as close as a thank you as Jo was going to get, and she nodded, making her way to the kitchen. 

~~~~~~

"You need to be careful out there, Sher. It’s going to be slippery underfoot."

"I am not a child, Joanna. I may have deleted the knowledge of the solar system, but I am aware of the weather and it’s effects on the streets."

Jo held her hands up with a resigned sigh, returning to lacing up her ankle boots. She had always been nervous about the ice, and didn’t want to end up in hospital with a broken ankle. They were busy enough as it was. 

"Alright. But if you fall on your arse, I’m only going to laugh at you." 

"Are you aware of how uncouth you can sound?" 

"Just move it, Sherlock. We’re going to be late at this rate."

The consulting detective rolled her eyes, and Jo was hard pushed not to throw something at her. Standing, she tugged on her winter jacket, and watched Sherlock. Always elegant, no matter what she did. Jo was reminded (and not for the first time) that Sherlock would have made an excellent ballerina. Her movements seemed so effortlessly elegant that it swelled the doctor with jealousy, who was only elegant (or so she thought) when she had had a few drinks. Then she was the next Ginger Rodgers. 

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The winter air was bracing, and Jo wrapped her arms around herself to keep herself warm. 

"Jo, they’re getting away, come on!" Sherlock was a few feet ahead, as usual, and Jo had to rush to catch up. Damn her short legs. 

She didn’t notice Sherlock slip, too busy with trying not to herself. By the time she was aware, the detective was in mid-fall, her graceful body a tangle of long limbs and coat, and Jo was at her side in a minute. 

"Shit, Sherlock, are you okay?" There was the urge to laugh, of course, but the doctor’s instinct overcame her first and foremost. Jo leaned down, crouching next to her friend. 

"It’s cold," the detective whined, ever the petulant child. 

She couldn’t hold back the giggle, and she looked to the sky, chuckling. Only Sherlock. Only Sherlock could slip in the frost and land on her arse. 

"Of course it is, Sherlock. That would be winter working then." Shaking her head in laughter, Jo rose to her feet, holding a hand out to her flatmate, pulling her to her feet. 

"And wet," Sherlock added, scowling, as she dusted herself off.

Joanna couldn’t restrain herself, and giggled again, her peals of laughter resounding in the street.  

[goddessofshadows]

theyconsulther replied to your post: .

[i feel you. it’s like when you have claimed the sand pit and then some other kid comes over and puts down a sand thingy and you’re just like nooo.]

//I feel like such a chiiiiild but it's still SO FRUSTRATING. And I'm like "oh so we should just think of an additional tag to use" and then a more stubborn part of me was like NO. NO! IT'S OUR SHIP NAME. WE THOUGHT OF IT FIRST. WE'RE STILL IN THE TAG. IT'S OURS. 

And then the rest of me is sitting here like "ur scary and childish and acting like a bitch"

and and and idk

[goddessofshadows]

theyconsulther replied to your post: .

[I should lure her out with the promise of Sherlocks.]

//Yuuuuuus~ XD

But why am I picturing chibi-sherlock hanging on a stick in front of Luna like a carrot and a horse.

This is why I shouldn't do things at 2am XD

[goddessofshadows]

headcanon|| [LuLock] Whenever Luna leaves Sherlock something, she never signs it, but always incorporates a dark blue ribbon.

[goddessofshadows]

Bloodlust {vampire m!a} open

Luna felt awful.

She pressed her fingertips against her suddenly sharp teeth, the fangs recently grown since that last bout of grey magic. The fangs themselves were interesting, and harmless enough. They even matched with the description of her that had gone down in legend a few places (but no, she had never had fangs prior to this, whatever the legends and tapestries depicted).

The problem was how dry her mouth was, how her throat ached, and stomach felt hopelessly hollow. She knew exactly what she wanted, but was yet unsure how to get it. If she was not careful, any attempt to sate her thirst for blood would be seen as an attack on Celestia's people, meaning an attack on her, which would result in another fight Luna was not quite ready for, which could possibly end with her imprisoned for another thousand years.

Her hands shook with hunger, head spinning. Luna could wait no longer, she would need to look elsewhere for nourishment, food sources willing or not.

[goddessofshadows]

 #*coughs* #goddessofshadows

//HUSH

YOU ARE AMAZING

AH-MAZE-ING.