#We love sophie

[that1notetaker]

I made some real quick doodles to add to the link. PleaASE give this silly hijack fic a shot in the year of our lord. It's a modern folk tale with mystery and found family feels. (If you've already read it, hi!! update!!) It's our freakchild and it has SO much lore and plot and too many edits--- (Also, we just hit the 40k milestone :D)

[wibblyv]

Moiraine laughed and hugged Siuan. She could not help it. She truly had come home. They had come home.

—New Spring, Robert Jordan

[hobermallowed]

Black Women in Period Costumes

[thefrsers]

SamCait + OL Cast | The Outlander Issue with SheKnows & TVLine

Bonus: Cait's 😛

[baeshijima]

mmm thoughts of private executioner!blade, who is high priestess!kafka's bodyguard. well, more like her guard dog, as many fearfully seem to think.

he is aloof and gruff and rough around the edges, his name capturing it perfectly. when in the eyes of the public he either keeps to himself or stands ready by kafka's side, but when out he lurks in the shadows ready and waiting to carry out her death orders.

you, yourself, haven't had very many pleasant encounters with him... if you can even call them that. that being said, you haven't had many pleasant encounters with anyone. notorious for your... less than pleasant disposition, for a lack of better words, you have more people who'd rather see you run through than those you can call a friend.

in a dog-eat-dog world, you had no choice but to protect yourself. that, however, ultimately became your demise.

"oh? so you're the one sent to kill me. can't say i'm all that surprised."

standing before you is the feared executioner. his sword is tucked inside the sheath attached to his hip, that ever-present dark swirl of an aura stifling the air. he doesn't say anything, instead opting to silently stare down at your slumped and worn-out form. you find that his gaze doesn't bother you; rather, it's oddly comforting knowing someone will see you in your last moments.

"i've never asked you for a favour before, so this will be my first and last request for you." in all honesty, you're not sure where this chattiness stems from. considering you're currently in a holding cell under the crime of attempted murder towards kafka (a poisoned wine you were most definitely framed for, though you can't say you were surprised) and are awaiting for your turn to be under the guillotine for your public execution, you probably should be a little desperate towards the private executioner in front of you.

and yet, your mind is nothing if not peaceful.

with a huff, you relay your request, "can you make sure it's quick? painless, preferably, but i'd rather you just get it over and done with."

silence blankets the cold chambers. moisture accumulated along the cobble ceiling drip in a steady rhythm, like a clock ticking away the seconds. it's unnerving, almost, how there is not a single sound other than your impending countdown.

"why?" comes his low mutter, effectively causing a ripple within the stagnant air. you almost think you misheard him, but his following words cease the thought, "why won't you ask me for help?"

had it not been for the abrupt shuffle and clanging against the metal bars, you would have never looked up to see him in your last moments.

his scarred hands gripping the metal until his knuckles turn a ghastly white and blood dripping from his palms is what greets your sight. as your gaze slowly trails up, you almost let loose a laugh of disbelief; who would have thought blade, the infamous guard dog of the high priestess, could make such a desperate expression? one looking as though his whole world crumbled before him, in which he can do nothing but sit and watch.

(you will never know of the anger and desperation which coursed through his veins the moment he heard of your predicament. had it been anyone else, he wouldn't have cared. but you're not anyone else; you're you — unapologetically, wholeheartedly. it didn't take him long to hunt down those behind it, cutting them down without thought and putting an end to their miserable lives. he rushed as soon as he could when kafka gave him the order, no thoughts other than you, you, you, occupying his mind.

you will never know of the anguish which overcame him when he found you in such a state, your once healthy complexion and defiant gaze reduced to nothing but a tiredness which had always sat quietly behind your disposition. he's almost positive the muscle which unwillingly keeps him alive tore at the seams from your request, the acceptance in which you displayed causing his mind to go astray. even as he damn-near begs you to rely on him for help — to run away with him to some place no one knows of you and start anew there — you merely smile, resigned and peaceful.

you will never know of how much blade is willing to put on the line for you, for you never made it to see the complete and utter carnage he wrecked in your name.)

[sophiebaek]

My big 4

[grogumaximus]

[kagooleo]

here's a finished belated bday comm for @wyvernity of their soulsilvershipping :D!!! I was honestly really happy with the turnout for the piece so I did go a lil ham on their faves (～￣▽￣)～

i've still got 2 commission slots open on my kofi for both chibi and sketch pieces if anyone is interested :V

[moxyphinx]

SIUAN SANCHE and MOIRAINE DAMODRED

THE WHEEL OF TIME | 1.06 / 2.07

"Moiraine could not help smiling back. Siuan had that gift, making her smile when she wanted to frown and laugh when she wanted to weep." — New Spring, Robert Jordan

[glassfullofsass]

Thinking about Elementary and I am Unwell. You know how some episodes open with Joan being badass and cool all by herself because Sherlock's fucked off somewhere on his own and it's like. Shit, I could watch a whole season of Joan solving mysteries on her own and hanging out with Clyde and Bell and Gregson and having homoerotic tension with nemesis. But then Sherlock comes back and you realize. Fuck. Shit. They belong together. You can't have Elementary without both of them. Because yeah, they are their own people and we know that off screen they're doing their own things and living their own lives. But the story being told is about THEM. it's about their partnership. It's about these two people that love each other. Elementary isnt about Sherlock Holmes. It's about Sherlock and Joan and their partnership and goddamnit I'm gonna cry about this fucking show again istg.

[lindseymcdonaldseyelashes]

Leverage 3x11 - "The Rashomon Job"

One scene five ways

[poirott]

Benedict Cumberbatch and Sophie Hunter at The Serpentine Gallery Summer Party -> London, June 25 2024

Source: GettyImages.com (Footage by David Sampedro)

[werewolfsmile]

Pony express is never late, boss.

Every scene of Eliot riding a horse in Leverage. Can't believe I hadn't already made these gifs, being a certified Horse Girl™️ myself! Speaking of, Aimee's face in that one gif is exactly my face when I see Christian Kane on a horse - it's the most attractive thing the world!

[lotusishere]

The Vacker women being the least problematic out of all the men in they’re family will never not be funny to me. Alvar is climbing the wall of his bs. Fitz is screaming and running in circles. Alden is in a corner trying to figure out if he wants to cry or die. Then you have the main stars of the family Biana and Della.

[the-way-astray]

in book ten, sophie’s going to realize that there are actually incredibly subtle flecks of teal in keefe’s eyes. this way, she can still keep her favorite color

[morganbritton132]

Thinking about a Psych/Leverage crossover and I think Parker would have e conflicting feelings about Shawn. On one hand, that’s Eliot’s cousin. On the other, psychic.

She does not have conflicting feelings about McNab though. She likes the guy.