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First Class Consulting Detective

For all the Sherlock fans out there, a first class stamp for a first class detective. I re-did one of my first designs because I thought I could do a way better job of it by now. I should dig up the original for comparison…�� teepublic ∙ redbubble

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Awkward: May 5 Prompt from @calaisreno

Sherlock scrambled awake, alert for any sign of someone inside the room or outside the door, keeping his breathing synced to sleep mode, waiting as his eyes adjusted to the dark. With no sensory data to detect, he cautiously propped himself on his elbow to do a perimeter scan as a second check, and provisionally decided that all was as it should be. Except now his body was in hypervigilant mode. Sleep would be a fugitive eluding his efforts to get some badly needed rest.

God, he wished he had a cigarette.

John, of course, would have disapproved. And as ridiculous as it was to follow rules of proper health given his current way of life, Sherlock refused to relinquish any mental tokens of his absent friend.

But God he wished he had a cigarette. Something to help quiet his mind, something to occupy his restless fingers, something to engender a state of detachment.

Do a breathing exercise, John would have said. You can inhale and exhale as if you were drawing in smoke and releasing it, and you’d be close to the proper breathing technique used to calm agitation. As the words floated through his mind, he began automatically following the instruction.

He’d been missing John even more intensely than usual; his recent visit to an A&E to liberate medical supplies while shamming intestinal pain had resulted in memories slyly infiltrating his consciousness, and then his subconscious, when he ruthlessly targeted them for elimination.

Too much John in his head. He hated to admit it, but the recent mental storm had likely thrown him off his game, and contributed to his cock-up the other evening. God, that had been awkward. Well, it was best described as horrifyingly embarrassing, but he was only going to concede as far as awkward.

He’d been instructed to receive a live drop of information from a contact sitting at the far left at the bar of the posh hotel near the government offices. Woman in her 30s, brown hair, green dress. He was surprised to see her in place earlier than arranged; he’d arrived early out of an abundance of caution to observe the site. Was she careless? Perhaps a novice? Or had there been a change of plans that hadn’t been communicated? He didn’t want to be here in the first place, with his head pounding as it was, so he went with the flow and sat down. He really should have realized there was a problem when she didn’t seem to understand the parole he offered, and just tossed her hair and giggled. But he thought that maybe that was what she had been told would be her half of the recognition signal.

After several tedious moments of innuendo and sultry looks he couldn’t fathom why she wasn’t just slipping the info under the cocktail napkin, then leaving, and letting him retrieve it. He had been highly annoyed at her lack of professionalism; was the flirting really necessary? They could have been colleagues from work, or strangers. There was no need for deep cover to include her hand running up his thigh. And when it seemed as if the only way to get the information was to go up to her room he nearly aborted the mission. But he needed the goddamn intel.

Awkward. But not as awkward as the fact that when she opened the door he saw a man in the room with whom she was obviously friendly. That had caused several minutes of panic that he’d walked into an ambush. Until it became clear that the reason for the flirting, and the obfuscation, and the lack of clarity, had been that she thought she had been arranging a rendezvous for a threesome.

So, not his contact. Awkward. A walk of shame back to the bar, albeit one that hadn’t included undressing and then dressing again. Where, after ten minutes, a woman in her 30s, brown hair, green dress, sat down at the far left end of the bar. Who knew how to respond to the parole. Who ordered a glass of red, lit a cigarette – damn her – crushed it out after a few moments, and left, the information he needed written on the cocktail napkin that replaced the one under the wineglass.

He really needed to hone his skills at recognizing when he was being propositioned. Although the hand on the thigh really should have clued him in. Awkward. Propositioning. Which reminded him of John. And that first evening at Angelo’s. That really could have gone better. If wishes were horses . . .

He’d been thinking so much about John lately, that he’d swore he’d caught a glimpse of him at the back of the crowded lobby at the opera house the evening before last. As if. Stupid. Awkward.

He’d even risked contacting Mycroft, afraid that somehow all the John on his mind was some kind of telepathic signal of distress. It didn’t seem so. He’d been sent a photo of John at Tesco in the check-out line, doing his usual shop. No bottles of alcohol in sight. Although he noted that there was a carton of Haagen-Dazs Biscoff and Caramel ice cream, which John said was insanely sweet, and which he only bought because it was Sherlock’s favorite.

Maybe John thought about him at times, as well.

God, he wished he had a cigarette.

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Into Battle

my hand is done

now on redbubble [X]

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91/100 Sherlock in black and white

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“Killed Holmes.” - The diary of Arthur Conan Doyle, Dec. 1893 (x)

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Ever since I saw the movie for the 358th time a few months ago and did some loose sketches in the sketchbook I haven't been able to get Jareth out of my head. Actually I haven't been able to get him out of my head since I first saw him when I was ten, but that's another matter.

The thing is, I've been delving into his character background, writing a fic, and I needed to draw him as I imagined him in my mind. I hope you enjoy my interpretation of the Goblin King. Maybe there will be more drawings of him.

Stay safe and drink water little goblins <3

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Edit: The "shirtless" version with the scars is here

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I may be wrong, but something tells me this is the part of the artwork that you’ve been patiently waiting for 🙈😉

Happy weekend, babes! 🦉♥️

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just rewatched labyrinth for the actual 35th time with my brother who has never seen it to completion and starting to realise what i thought was an obvious interpretation of the film may not be so common

like i really thought it was clear that sarah and jareth have a long history, that she keeps reincarnating and beating him at his own game every time, that she wrote the labyrinth book in a past life so that sarah in the movie would know what words to say to win against jareth, and thats why he already knows so much about her when he first appears, and why hoggle says "oh its you" when he sees her the first time ?? like they are caught in a constant cycle of cat and mouse and every time sarah wins

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"We met next day as he had arranged, and inspected the rooms at No. 221B, Baker Street, of which he had spoken at our meeting. They consisted of a couple of comfortable bed-rooms and a single large airy sitting-room, cheerfully furnished, and illuminated by two broad windows."

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My Annual rewatch of Labyrinth went fantastic :o)

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So a while ago i had this odd dream in which there was a labradorite rock and everyone in this dream was pointing at it saying “that’s Jareth!” like he had turned into the rock like how he turns into an owl.

And honestly my subconscious was onto something because if there is any type of crystal that reminds me of Jareth it is labradorite. So in honor of this dream I got myself a beautiful polished bit of labradorite :)

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i am currently reading Wintersong by S. Jae Jones! I’m 3/4 in now, lmk if you’ve read this :)

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look what I found for €2 !! 😎

If anyone has anything I should know if i’m reading this lmk!