Moments before the epic scene that didn’t happen: John comes back to Sherlock on his own Mary-encouraged steam. Not because Sherlock saved his life to pave the way for him to do so. Just because he wants to.
He always wanted to, really, but his pride and anger were (quite rightly) keeping him away. So now he’s going to swallow all that, because being near the object of his desire, his drug of choice, his core happiness, is just too attractive a proposition for him. He has to go.
With Sherlock dead and having no other real option, John did his best to continue on as half a man. But with Sherlock alive and well and back at 221b, no matter how angry, hurt and humiliated he is, John can’t resist the temptation to go to Sherlock and be whole again.
So here he is: collar popped, gloves on, moustache off. I bet he smells really good, too. He’s prepared himself for this return. John wouldn’t get this far without having prepared something to say. I wonder what it was.
Meria glanced down at Sherlock, from her perch upon his shoulders, when he suddenly stopped dead where he had previously been quite excitedly parading about the crime scene.
‘What’s wrong?’ the fox asked, her cold wet nose knocking lightly against the shell of his ear.
‘It’s finally happened,’ Sherlock uttered, nodding over to the mouth of the alley.
Meria followed his gaze and immediately wished that she had not.
Not only were Mycroft and Garwin standing there, waiting for them, loitering just outside of the scene, the smug gits; but they were with, nay, were actually conversing with Lestrade and Sondra. From all the smiling and chuckling (from both parties) they were getting on very well.
‘The end is nigh, Meria,’ he whispered, slowly backing away. ‘Let’s run whilst we still-’
‘Oi, Sherlock!’ Lestrade promptly barked, waving him over.
‘Yes, do come, Brother,’ Mycroft called, smirking smugly. ‘The good detective and I were just having the most marvelous conversation about you.’
Sherlock lip automatically curled with disgust; he didn’t have to look to see that the fox over his shoulders had mirrored the expression faultlessly.
It only made them laugh more.
‘Come now, Sherlock. Don’t be like that,’ Mycroft scoffed, exchanging an amused glance with Garwin. ‘They used to do the same thing whilst he was in nappies, you know? Dear Meria has always been rather consistent form-wise, hasn’t she, Garwin?’
The lion nodded his large, golden head.
‘Rarely anything other than a fox or a cat or hound of some sort - always growling and snarling no matter the form. though’
‘I can imagine that!’ Lestrade chuckled.
‘No! Stop! Stop this right now!’ Sherlock cried, storming over. ‘This is wrong, this is all wrong!’
‘Oh dear, he’s throwing a tantrum,’ Mycroft teased under his breath.
‘He’s always been very consistent with that too,’ Garwin supplied, making Lestrade and Sondra scoff.
I’ve found myself missing my little Daemon!AU so I thought I might do a few pieces for it. Starting with this little manip of the Holmes family. It’s not my best work. I’ve not done one of these for a while so I’m a tad rusty but I’m still pretty happy with the result and it’s got me back into the artistic mood (for now).
So there may be a little more to come XD
Because I need to warm up again and Daemon!lock seems to be my default AU, (along with Potterlock XD That’s probably coming up next XD)
I commissioned the lovely and talented inchells to draw some fluffy John/Sherlock snuggling as a birthday present for my very favourite partner in porn crime, ghoulkitten*tacklehugs you* Tearing up, lil bit, because awwww at /everything/. Lovelovelove.
I’m going to spend my birthday indulging myself by reading fic, eating chocolate, and drawing vulcanbatch, and it is going going to be great :D
Have a Happy Birthday ghoulkitten! It was a pleasure drawing for y’all :)
oh hay fanfic fandoodles
roughly based on this fic -> http://libraryofsol.livejournal.com/162767.html which i thought was pretty fabulous; btw don’t click that link if i know you in person because it IS slash porn haaah
so like i haven’t read fanfic probably since i was a kid but THEN, there was BBC!SHERLOCK and it all went to hell and i think i’ve read all of them. ALL OF THEM.
catlock indulgence for a particular cute person
every cat loves to be scratched above the tail, and that’s a fact
Collab with Katzensprotte.
The Hale-Bopp Comet in 1996/1997: Sherlock looking at the Hale-Bopp Comet, as it is at its brightest in March 1997.
Click here for Falka’s John looking at the same night sky.
Collab with Taikova
John looking at the Hale-Bopp Comet, as it is at its brightest in March 1997.
Click here for Tai’s Sherlock looking at the same night sky.
- inthemud asked:imagine fawnlock walking into your bedroom and sniffing all your things and turning them upside down then he notices you and pads over to you and cocks his head and then sniffs your hair and then huffs in your ear and it tickles so you laugh and he gets spooked and jolts back, ears raised in alarm but eventually curiosity wins and he sniffs again and deems you safe and also interesting and ends up curling in your lap his lanky legs underneath him awkwardly and his tail flicking contentedly
A A AA A A AAAH!!!!!!
Joss Whedon and George R. R. Martin walk into a bar. Everybody you love dies,
Then Steven Moffat walks in. Everybody comes back...