i shall strangle writer's block someday

[falling_voices]

Someone force me to write this thing.

Before I throw my desk out the window. I have thought up so many plot points and character motivations and secret detective agencies in the heart of London of all things bloody hell - in the last two days that my head is very much about to explode.

(Um, also: I've watched The God Complex, but the review shouldn'

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[ginbitch]

Write, WRITE! WRITE!!!

For that is one awesome prompt, and you've already shown you can pull off a multi-layered, multiple character fic of sneakiness and awesomeness. So BRING IT ON!!!

<3 <3 <3

[falling_voices]

Hee, thank you ♥ I will write it, I know I will. Putting this notice up here at least gives me a reason not to give it up after five thousand words. :D

/commitment, damnit.

[veronamay]

Oh God, please write that. Sherlock could be like Austin Powers, only without the terrible teeth, and John could be a client-turned-sidekick, or a Q-type character that Sherlock harbours an undying secret passion for that goes beyond his providing Sherlock with sexy gadgets. Anthea has Miss Moneypenny written all over her, and Mycroft could be scheming to remove M from her place at the top of the ladder and M would eat him for breakfast.

DO IT DO IT DO IT.

[falling_voices]

Ahahah, I'm afraid what plot I've thought thus far doesn't quite involve so many... shenaningans. It won't be quite as James Bond-y as all that (or Austin Powers-y, for that matter) and will almost all happen in damp little corridors deep in the London Underground. I think? yeah.

(The undying secret passion and sexy gadgets are spot on, though. :D)

[veronamay]

SHENANIGANS. <---- A favourite word of mine. Sorry.

That sounds marvellous, actually. Damp dark sneaky little niches hidden inches away from the bustle of the city? With the aforementioned passion and gadgets? SIGN ME UP. Or sign you up, rather.

[falling_voices]

TYPO QUEEN, I BOW BEFORE YOU. o/ I love that word, I just never seem to be able to type it right.

It'll probably be an age before I finish the first draft of it, though, and I very much dislike posting anything until I have a clear idea of what it'll all turn out to be. So it might be a while in coming. Mmm.

[tartancravat]

That is a fabulous fabulous prompt, and you'd better write it before it gets lodged in my brain and I start wanting to write it myself. I can't write it myself, I am in the middle of something else that's 18k and not half done. :P Do it, though, it will be awesome.

[falling_voices]

I SHALL WRITE IT THEN. Tartan approves. :D

A mysterious 18K thing, though! That's something to look forward to, more new fic from you.

[ningen_demonai]

Omg.

Do it.

That and the fic you'd emailed me before. :DDDD

[falling_voices]

THAT DAMN FIC. I've hit an impasse on it, I think. It might get resolved later on this year, as I'm pretty much tackling the exact issues it's addressing in my Shakespeare class. :D

Nin this new thing will eat my life. I don't even have a life to have eaten! /cling

[ningen_demonai]

*Pets* There there, luv, I feel you. :(b

[falling_voices]

HEY NIN

NIN LOOK

THE WIFI'S BACK ON AGAIN

:D

who knows how long it may last shhh

[fireblazie]

DO ITTTTT. That is a fantastic prompt and I know you'd pull it off brilliantly. In return, I shall offer you more macarons! :D is that joke old and tired yet

(And I understand your wifi connection plight all too well. At my uni library, I am That Girl, the one who a) walks around the library holding her cell phone out while desperately trying to get signal, and b) sobs in the corner because her laptop won't connect to the Internet.)

[falling_voices]

Macarons never get old, m'love. Neverrrrrr. ilu. ♥

(That sucks, damnit. What I don't get is that it was working perfectly two days ago, and apparently the internet connection is there and running - but the logging-in page won't charge. I don't know why. It'll all end up with me going to the shop and demanding answers, I can see it. D:)