Sherlock looks up, and there he is. That face he saw for such a short time. The form that John will grow into, grow up toward. The room is warm and soft. W stands in dark and in light. An island in the midst of 221B.
It’s possible Sherlock is dreaming.
"Will you stay?" Sherlock asks anyway and afterward is sorry he did. It’s not good to say so much, to give so much away.
W says nothing. He looks down, in the light and in the dark. He’s dressed in red and green, even now blending into the Christmas season. Blending into everything. His eyes and the buttons on his shirt glimmer like stars in the Christmas lights. The Christmas he’s trying to give W’s son. The son that W trusted him with, no one had ever trusted Sherlock with so much; most days he was hardly trusted with himself. But the small, fierce and fragile bundle that was John Watson…
W looks so alone.
He’s almost breaking Sherlock’s heart.
No, not almost.
"You let yourself be alone for me, and your sons. You were so alone and you trusted me so much." He almost said love. That warm unflinching love that is the great secret of the human race, handled like a secret flame. W asked nothing of Sherlock, but that Sherlock be happy, and Sherlock wants, more than anything, to prove he could have tried to be a good person, if only just for him. W looks down, it’s John superimposed over the figure of the most remarkable man to ever live. That worried brow, the catch of light on the tipped up nose, the thin fret of the lip. Like a child wanting to be cosseted very, very much, but expecting to be scolded. It is tender and good beyond Sherlock’s ability to describe, like a head on his shoulder and an arm draped across his chest.
"You were dreaming," John says. "It seemed like a sad dream."
Sherlock sighs, leans his head so it rests against the crown of John’s head. “I won’t leave you alone,” he says quickly, twists and leans so he’s tucked John under his chin and protecting the curviture of the back of John’s head with one hand. “I’m too selfish to leave you alone.”
John is small and John clings with both hands, not as small as they used to be. John needs him too.
Allow me to introduce my trusted associate…
This idea suddenly hits me as making a lot of sense, I know that even the bromance crowd leans pretty strongly in an anti-Mary position. But she was canonically pro-Sherlock and she was stabilizing, so while Mary meant John would move out, in some ways it ensured John and Sherlock stayed together, John would always have a metaphorical couch to sleep on when Sherlock got to be too much, he had the opportunity to play at being normal, Sherlock had a pretty good bet John’s partner wouldn’t try to separate the detecting pair, and John’s marriage solved the consistent issue to the world at large of whether or not the two were together which seems to be one of the major consistent conflicts in the relationship. The idea of a pro-Mary Sherlock is very sense-making.
I am not sure how to say this or even ask this, but I do need your help.
I am opening commissions because yesterday my laptop crashed on me. As a recent graduated college student, I do not have enough money to cover the damages, with looming debts from loans. That kind of…
Hey folksen! Christmas is coming soon! What would be better than a commissioned piece of art as a present? Consider it for yourself, your friends, your family, associates, your fellows in obscure and ancient organizations founded in order to maintain the balance between good and evil.
So ..I got back to this sketch I made last June ,I edited it and practiced some coloring. Because I should not be wallowing in my comfort zone— doing sketches and lineart. I think I did okay.Compared to my coloring on previous months (Bantam Wars: Holmes Brothers), everything is sharper and has a lot of textures.Or is it because these brothers are a bit too dramatic in their actions ?… I just discovered fill/pattern at that time and I went crazy with it.
I am intimidated with colors because you have to choose not only what looks good but also the mood that goes with it. The first one: ‘W’, I went with violet(mystery) but also red(danger). Both DI Dimmock and John Watson are partially hidden because in the story nobody knows about them.
I need to get back to DI Dimmock. He needs more fanart.
Pardon me whiLE I SCREAM inSESantLY!!
tHIS IS WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE WHEN A MAGICAL GIRL TRANSFORMS FROM THE VILLAINS POINT OF VIEW AND I AM SHITTING MYSEL F
no wonder they never do anything to stop them transforming. They probably just stand there like:
the-invisble-girl asked: Hello ! (✿◠‿◠) Once you get this you must share five random facts about yourself then pass this on to your 10 favorite followers.
I normally don’t do chain letters, but:
1. I quite like waffles and bananas.
2. I’m not a good swimmer.
3. One of my hobbies is reading old script.
4. My internet connection is terrible.
5. I quite like pugs.
BY ALL THE GODS, WHAT IS THAT STRUCTURE? IT’S MESMERIZING. LOOK AT THAT INVITING, CENTRAL STONE FIREPIT, HOUSED BY ADOBE-ESQUE TAN BRICK WALLS. GAZE UPON THE GENTLE SLOPE OF THE RED CLAY TILE ROOF AND THE SOFT CURVES OF THE SIMPLE, MISSION-STYLE BELL THAT TOLLS NOT LOUDLY IN THE STILL SUMMER AIR BUT INSIDE YOUR HEART, PROMISING YOU RELIEF. AFFORDABLE, DELICIOUS RELIEF FROM ALL YOUR WOES.
PULL INTO THIS “TACO BELL” CARL. I WISH TO KNOW ITS SECRETS.