#sherlock/OC

[sakshi-s-blog]

Art for my fic Where Love And Lies Entwine

Summary:

After 3 weeks of silence, John visits Baker Street, only to find Sherlock living with a woman. Jealousy hits hard, but Sherlock has moved on—or has he? That night after his first time with a woman, a realisation strikes him - Am I falling for her? To answer, he must revisit how it all began... Thirty days ago, Sherlock found himself a case that would shake the UK's criminal underworld. Sherlock finds the client 'intriguing'.

Back in the present, John wonders –Is Shruti here to 'stay' ?

[niccoguedes]

<3

INPRNT

[daipeanutsaiban]

how to play with your little brother (?)

bringing back this old meme format to challenge myself to not overthink while drawing 🤧 (mycroft was since banned from practicing chemistry at home)

[nanowatzophina]

Oh hey. It’s my favorite moment.

I do wanna draw the whole scene. @doriana-gray-games just writes the whole thing so vividly I want to create a visual of what’s in my brain. All the lil expressions. <3

Also, this is my Lestrademance Sherlock, (one of three I have planned... But my more persona one) If Amelia is me going full autism and actually smort without the need to mask Aria is my more actual personality. reserved and masking near constantly. So yeah. This scene stung even more with her—

Especially since I am Clinically Depressed and Aria’s Vice is bed rotting. Which, uh, same.

[bluebellofbakerstreet]

Inktober 12 - Forbidden

Sort of a companion to this.

[mayflora-18]

Incorrect CoD Quotes #12 (aka more Pinterest 💩)

Gaz: *walking down the stairs in a flannel hoodie*

Price: Hey Gaz, the 90’s called-

Gaz: Yeah, because they couldn’t fucking text!

Price: Goddamn it! I’m getting tired of my men owning me.

Ghost: What did you expect? We’re YOUR men!

————

Price: You’re done, Simon. You’ve broken 68 bones.

Ghost: Boss for my dying wish-

Price: -You’re not dying-

Ghost: -Please break one more bone for me.

Price: Absolutely not.

————

*when Sherlock first met Los Vaqueros*

Sherlock: Hi! I’m Sherlock! Your base’s really cool! Not to say that you guys aren’t cool, Colonel Vargas. Thank you for letting us borrow it.

Rudy: Ale.

Alejandro:

Rudy: Can we…

Alejandro:

Rudy: Can we adopt her?

Alejandro:

-Bonus-

Nikolai: She’s already taken.

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Soap: I know you said not to call you unless it was an emergency, ma’am. But it is and we need your help.

Laswell: Is the house on fire?

Soap: No but-

Laswell: Then it’s not an emergency. Leave me and John alone and have Ghost take care of it.

*she hangs up*

Gaz: What did she say?

Soap: Idk she said it wasn’t an emergency.

Ghost, struggling to push an oak bookshelf off of himself: NOT AN EMERGENCY?!!

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Sherlock: It’s rather muggy today, don’t you think? Sherlock: *sips coffee from a bowl* Roach: *looks outside, sees all the mugs in the lawn* Roach: It is... Roach: *sips coffee from a bigger bowl* ----- Gaz: *texting Laswell* Laswell! Help, I'm being kidnapped! Laswell: *replying* Where are you? Gaz: I'm with some strange person! In a car. Help! Laswell: I'll call John. Price: *answering his cell* 'ello? Laswell: Where's Kyle? He told me that he's being kidnapped. Price: Gaz? Whaddya mean, he's sitting in the back seat right her- Price: Price: I'll call you back. *hangs up* Price: *turns around in his seat to be facing Gaz* GARRICK! MY BEARD WILL GROW BACK! Gaz: *pushing himself against the car door* WHO ARE YOU?! ----- [Soap opens the door to his room to find Ghost standing there with a bag of snacks in his hand] Soap: What are you doing here? Ghost: I'm here to babysit you. Soap: Babysit?! I don't need a babysitter, I'm a grown man! Soap: *opens the bag of snacks* Soap: Oooh, a juice box. ----- Soap, after the Channel Tunnel: Am I in hell? Shepherd: No, if you were down here, you'd be on a throne and the devil would be panicking. ----- Nikolai: Sherlock! Get away from Ghost, he's dangerous! Price: It's OK, Ghost could never hurt a woman! Ghost drawing knives: IS THAT A CHALLENGE?! Sherlock: omg Ghost, your knives are so shiny and cool!

Ghost:

Nikolai:

Price:

Ghost: I require a different woman!

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Price: What is wrong with you?

Graves: I have this weird self-esteem issue where I hate myself but still think I’m better than everyone else.

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Price: I think I’m coming down with something, I’ve been feeling nauseous lately.

Gaz: Maybe you’re pregnant.

Price:

Gaz:

Price: I don’t know who’s the bigger idiot right now, you because you suggested it, or me because I just had a heart attack.

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[star-girl-05]

Experiment

Sherlock Holmes x Reader

~★~❤︎~✦~

There are many ways to describe THE Sherlock Holmes: Eccentric, Determined, Odd, Genius. Those unfortunate enough to meet him in person would describe him as childish. It’s quite amusing to think that someone as smart as Sherlock would be so childish. He throws tantrums and pouts when he doesn’t get his way. Even when he’s solving a case, he’s giddy like his mommy brought him home a toy. So it should be no surprise he acts childish when he’s in love. 

Of course he doesn’t tell you about his new found feelings for you. No, he performs little experiments on you. Trying to inquire if you could share his feelings. He starts off slowly not wanting to alert you. He begins by increasing his physical contact with you. Just a simple brushing of knuckles when passing each other. Or a gentle hand on your back. Light innocent touches, that's all he dares to do. You don’t seem to mind which gives him confidence to continue testing the relationship between you too. 

He moves on from light touches to soft words. He’s not bold enough to openly flirt with you. That's not his style but he does tease you in his own way. He’ll whisper his explanations in your ear letting his lips graze your ear ever so lightly. Giving him the out if you should bring it up that it was accidental. He’ll give you compliments in the form of observations. ‘That colour blue suits you’, there simple barely there compliments but he still notes the reddish colour to come to your face at them. 

So far it seems you share Sherlock's feelings, but he needs something more concrete if he’s going to confess. So tonight he’s going to be more bold. Johns out with *insert girls name* Sherlock and you will have the flat completely to yourselves. Giving him the perfect atmosphere to collect the last bit of data he needs to know before he reveals his feelings. He needs your pulse, he’s been trying to get it the past week but you always evade him. Moving at just the right moment preventing him from gathering this crucial data. Tonight though he’s determined to get it. 

You have a bright smile on your face when you enter the flat holding a bag of take out. If you're being honest you find yourself nervous to be alone with Sherlock in this manner. Of course you’ve spent time alone with him before, though he was always working on a case. This was different, this time his focus would be on you. It is intimidating to have his undivided attention. Honestly you were so surprised when Sherlock texted you to come over. The simple short text of ‘John’s out come over’ It didn’t leave room for you to say no not that you would have. The thought of declining never even crossed your mind. As soon as you got his message you were responding, at first you thought he had a case. Though with a simple text he refuted the idea texting you that he was just inviting you over. 

After staring at the text for an absorbent amount of time you finally get ready. Picking up takeout on your way and that's where you are now. Sitting next to Sherlock watching some random tv program while eating your takeout. You’re the first to break the silence, “Is everything alright Sherlock?” You're trying not to ruin the evening but you can’t help but be curious as to what brought on this on. He’s been acting differently all week. It was subtle changes at least in the beginning.

Yesterday when the two of you were walking to the lab he grabbed your hand. Fully interlocking his fingers with you. He didn’t even acknowledge it so neither did you just letting him lead you to the lab. 

“Do you think I invited you over because something was wrong?” your face told him his answer. “John was out so I thought we could spend time together” you let out a soft ‘oh’. Not that Sherlock was listening, no he was focusing on your body language. Watching closely at the blush forming on your cheeks. Time to get his last few points of data. 

He feels more confident, especially when he moves closer to you and your pupils enlarge. Your voice is background noise to Sherlock, he focused on your pulse. That's beating rapidly under his finger tips. Experiment complete. 

He cuts you off mid-ramble placing a kiss against your soft lips. He smirks against your lips when he feels your pulse pick up. When he pulls away your eyes are still closed. “What- you just kissed me” your voice is shaky. 

“Yes and I want to do it again, if that’s okay?” While Sherlock was confident in his deducing skills. He was still uneasy about romantical advances.

“Please” you're already tangling your hand in his hair, pulling him back to you. 

Sherlock Holmes can be described as many things: Eccentric, Determined, Odd, Genius, and an amazing Kisser.

[louissno1wife]

Oi oi oi

[starlitskyaboveme]

I've just rewatched BBC Sherlock Holmes and I don't know why I've never thought about that parallel with those duos

This is so THEM

(actually, it's my B-day, I would be grateful for a like and repost 👉👈💕)

[angryducktimemachine]

1900 had dawned confusingly enough, and while they had drunk perhaps more than their ages allowed, the presence of a distinctly depressed Mycroft Holmes had somewhat dampened the usual tradition.

Midnight in the Diogenes found Sherlock sprawled across his brother, asleep, and Watson listening and mostly agreeing with Mycroft's woes to a new century.

"I'll stay in here. Much better in here." the elder Holmes had said, slowly, and Watson had tipped his glass before bursting into silent tears.

Mycroft had leaned a little forward to pat his leg, but otherwise left Watson to cry out five decades of his life.

^ fic quote from @blistering-typhoons ' "a few flowers bloom".

Fic Fanart, yey! Mainly cause that scene has been living absolutely rent free in my head. Thinking about it at least once a day.

[ID: a digital drawing of Watson, Mycroft and Sherlock. Sherlock is laid down on the sofa, asleep and with his head resting on Mycroft's leg. Mycroft, a somber expression on his face is leaning forward to pat Watson's arm, who is silently crying. /End ID]

[purrlockholmesbooks]

Cat Character Reference Sheet Comms!

Have your favourite character drawn as a cat! Showcase their best quotes and silly moments. Example is BBC's Purrlock and his shenanigans, which OC or best goober do you want to see cattified?

(Purrlock put that sheet back on this instant)

Commission here on Ko-fi!

[muppet-facts]

Muppet Fact #1304

Sherlock Hemlock does not like bread crust.

Source:

Sesame Street. Episode 0131. November 9, 1970.

[madeby-meru]

"yes darling, your dead eye stare, your prominent eyebags and your rampant drug addiction have captivated me"

recently started playing @doriana-gray-games's Sherlock Holmes IF and i may or may not be kind of obsessed cause i *love* these fucking novels. and today i had the perfect excuse to draw my OC, Alice. she's just a lil creepy gal with a crush on Lestrade

[lisbeth-kk]

Sherlock fandom.

Constant Failure

They are handpicked by the master himself. The spider. The consulting criminal. The arch enemy of Sherlock Holmes.

James Moriarty strips them of their personalities without asking permission. 

“From now on, you’re just a number. One, seven, ten. Don’t even think about asking why I’ve chosen them. You’re not paid to ask questions.”

His voice is void of emotions. Cold, detached, indifferent. A machine. But if they listen closely, the passion underneath is discernible.

***

Their first failure is only noticed by the three of them, and of course their employer. The cabbie, Jeff Hope, is not supposed to be killed by Sherlock Holmes’ flatmate. Moriarty is livid.

“Who of you failed to register that he followed Holmes? How did you not know he was a crack shot?”

None of them points out that it is Moriarty himself that has done the research. The trio only got information about what was expected to happen. Their job was to ensure that Sherlock Holmes would be the cabbie’s next victim.

“He looks like a nobody!” the mastermind hisses. “He’s nothing like Holmes at all. How does he put up with that unassuming man?”

Number Seven smirks discreetly. The jealousy is evident in the spider’s voice.

***

Their second failure is ensured when Holmes outsmarts them all. He comes to the doctor’s rescue in a tunnel, where he is supposed to be killed by a bunch of Chinese ruffians. 

How the detective managed to sneak past them, is a mystery. They watched the tunnel opening with keen eyes, in their hands were weapons to fire as they pleased. Moriarty didn’t care how many casualties they left behind, as long as the residents of 221B Baker Street were eliminated.

Again, their employer puts all the blame on them, even though he had the blueprints of the tunnel, which he didn’t bother showing them.

“Neither of you saw the hidden door? Don’t you know how ingenious Sherlock Holmes is? This is not a job to be taken lightly! You must be two steps ahead of him at all times. Imbeciles!”

Number One tries to point out how much easier that would’ve been if they’d seen the layout of the premises, but he only gets a deadly glare in response.

James Moriarty is clearly not a fan of legwork, or sharing his plans with people he doesn’t even bother learning the names of.

***

The third time they fail, is the first time they come in close contact with the pair they’re supposed to eliminate. 

If it had been up to the trio, they’d just killed them outright without further ado, but of course, it never is that simple when James Moriarty calls the shots.

“He needs to open the safe first. This is crucial. When the contents of Ms Adler’s safe is secure in your hands, go wild.”

The mad glint in the Irishman’s eyes, makes them all shudder, but they don’t hesitate. The reward is too good to give up just yet.

“Vatican cameos,” Holmes yells, and all hell breaks loose.

When they wake, they’re alone in the grand townhouse, and the safe is empty.

The scolding they get from Moriarty this time, makes them feel like schoolboys again, standing in front of the headmaster’s desk. 

“You’re just a bunch of losers! A cursed trio. How difficult can it be? I’ll give you one more chance, but don’t think for a second, you’ll get any money if you so much as blink at the wrong moment.”

Jointly they decide that enough is enough.

***

The fourth time, they fail deliberately. Number Ten hides on the roof where Holmes meets Moriarty. When he blows his head off in front of a shocked consulting detective, Number Ten calls off the other snipers. Their hated boss is dead and can’t create havoc anymore. The money will never reach their pockets. It’s time to put a stop to the madness of the spider, and to save Sherlock Holmes and John Watson.

“I’ve called it off. There are no snipers. You don’t have to jump,” the man says when he moves towards a pale and terrified Sherlock Holmes.

“How can I trust you?” the baritone voice asks.

As if on cue, the door to the roof opens and John Watson appears. He’s at Holmes’ side at an instant when the detective falls to his knees with relief. 

“Let’s go back to Serbia,” Number Ten says into his walkie-talkie.

Before he opens the door, he looks over his shoulder. Doctor Watson is kneeling too, his arms are wrapped around his best friend, and hopefully soon, lover.

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[eaudecrow]

What if my faves with Victorian levels of repression… were actually Victorian

[wintuvern]

Meet Theodora “Sherlock” Holmes, the infamous London detective who makes up for her lack of charm with her mass knowledge, and high intellect

I've had Theodora (@doriana-gray-games OC) for a while but I'm only just posting her now 😭