“Really, John, you could make more of an effort.”
“I can think of better things for us to be doing.”
Creole and I play Sherlock & John on eRO with a backstory based off this fic.
so i’m cleaning out my laptop and
i drew all of these in 2009, aka the last time i did any active drawing
so many questions! like, “how did i manage to regress so badly since then??” and “will i ever grasp the idea of anatomy??”

Three hours later Greg’s back in Barts basement when a quiet voice says, “Sherlock.” Down a side corridor that leads to the labs, a long-coated figure is leaning into the wall, his forehead just touching the surface. The line of his back quivers and Greg can hear the harshness of his breaths even at this distance.
John reaches out a hand out but it never gets to Sherlock’s shoulder. ”It’s fine,” he says instead. “We can go back to the flat if you want. Finish up tomorrow.”
“No.” The word is brittle. “There’s no need, I just need to—”
“Okay,” John says easily. “Take your time.” — reversal by whitefang3927
WIP shots for this post.
this is my sherlock secret santa gift for dareforonce
i saw that you liked supernatural and you also seem to like misha a lot so here’s sherlock as castiel! i know approximately 0 about supernatural so i have no idea whether or not it would even be a remotely plausible fusion. /o\ i hope you like it!

sherlock secret santa wip shot of sherlock as SOME CHARACTER I’VE NEVER MET FROM SOME SHOW I NEVER REALLY WATCHED \o/
i am so sick of his face i’ve been working on it at like 400% so seeing it this tiny is kind of weird
passing out now, good night

Today, John turns thirty-five.
He paints a red line across the underside of his right wrist.
It drips down onto the floor, between his socks. — the paper of his skin by teahigh

John takes to leaving his heart about. It is not convenient. It is bothersome, and ridiculous, and every morning Sherlock will find it on the countertop after John’s gone, very red. (John cares. He makes honest mistakes.)
Sherlock holds his heart in his hand, and. Oh, he thinks, breathless. I didn’t think it went this fast. — anywhere i go, you go by fallingvoices