The Woman With The Whip

May 16

So I guess this is a giveaway contest thing for 600 followers?

sniper-with-a-smoke:

Um so yeah. Reblog this shit I guess if you want to win my art. And I’ll throw in a promo? One reblog, one like. Um.. idk bro. What day is it even? You have until the 18th of May, I guess is a good timeframe (wow can you tell I’ve never done this). I suppose you don’t really have to be following me to win.

examples of shit I’ve made recently:

So yeah. I’ll notify the winner and ask what they want and then I’ll make it in addition to like.. a graphic with their character and URL for a promo. Sound good?

Oh, also, it’s not just limited to the Sherlock fandom, just.. as a heads up I guess.

Wow, I sound like I know what I’m doing.

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stalkspreyinthenight started following you

Ever so clever.

So I’ve been told.

Now, Mr. Moran, how about cluing me in on what you’re hungry for?

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May 15

stalkspreyinthenight started following you

And I, Ms. Adler?

You have a hunger in your eyes too, Moran.

Just of a different sort. I don’t think your hunger will be as easily sated.

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Born To Die || Irene and Sebastian (Younger)

He slid his hands in his pockets, making sure to keep her close. “Cheers, love. I put a lot of thought into it,” he smirked.

His mind started to wander in the few moments of silence, wondering about the girl on his arm and wondering if he should take her to the pub Russ was waiting for him at, effectively cancelling their plans. As she asked about his plans, he decided that yeah, that was the best choice, and steered them to the left. “Ehm, just meeting up with my best mate. S’nothing though. Er, s’nothing important, rather. I see him enough as it is.”

“I happen to think that best mates are very important,” Irene let out a haughty sniff before breaking down into giggles. “A day may come about where you don’t see him as much as you do now and you’ll most likely regret taking a strange girl out for drinks in the middle of the day when you could have been with him.” She squeezed his arm and gave him a little smile. “That’s not to say that the strange girl isn’t incredibly grateful, and also beautiful, but the truth is still there. Hopefully he’ll be understanding.”

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May 14

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Born To Die || Irene and Sebastian (Younger)

“There once was a handsome knight Russ, who’s steed was a double decker bus. His damsel, named Charlotte, had lips painted scarlet, and he thought kissing them would be a big plus.” Seb offered his arm to escort her, laughing at himself. He wasn’t sure he’d smiled this much, in recent memory, around anyone that wasn’t the real Russell. “How’s that, then? Because I expect it to be told to your grandchildren’s children.”

She laughed and took his arm. “That’s certainly better than my song, Russ. Though I think you get extra points for talking about kissing me. I will commit the song to memory so that if I ever have children and they have children and those children have children, I’ll be able to recite it for them.” Irene walked in silence for a few moments, taking a few drags of her cigarette. “So, what important things did I pull you away from?”

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Born To Die || Irene and Sebastian (Younger)

Seb laughed, running a hand through his hair. “There’s plenty that rhymes with Russ.. bus, Gus, cuss.. ehm..” He shrugs, eyes trailing over her for the moment, wondering if she’d given a fake name like he did. Not that his name was fake.. just borrowed. Besides, he doubted he’d see her again after all was said and done. Even so.. “Have a drink with me, Charlotte,” he says, hardly giving it a thought before it’s out of his mouth. “Maybe we can discuss this song ‘n dance over a pint or.. well, whatever you prefer.”

“Ah yes, of course. ‘There once was a knight named Russ, his favourite hobby was to cuss. He found a damsel while waiting for a bus’… I suppose I’ll need to work on it a bit,” Irene shrugged with a grin. She was slightly taken aback when he asked her to have a drink with him, but she didn’t want to refuse. Not only did he seem nice, but he was fairly attractive. Which meant, of course, that he was probably a serial killer but what was life without a little risk? “Of course I will, just lead the way Russ.”

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