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221b Con 2014 | Critterlock (feat. Will Graham, Friend to the Animals)

Cosplayers:
drjohnlock (coat & scarf fawnlock)
gatisss (moosecroft)
intricatearticulation (fuzzy faunlock)
parvumnix (standing bat John)
sashaforthewin (seated bat John)
scienceofcumberbatch (spotted faunlock)
skullandridingcrop (cat Sherlock)
spookysage (Olivia Flaversham)
technikbythestairs (Will Graham)
yourdearestwatson (bunny Watson)

anonymous asked:

A Faun!lock (paired with Greg or John) learning English, one afternoon he deduced something from some show on the telly and John/Greg gave him a kiss on the nose. Faun!lock can't explain his happiness and can only go around deducing everything just for more nose kisses.

Sherlock sat on the floor, a bed of John’s sweaters surrounding him. They were soft, Sherlock liked soft things, soft was one of the first words he learned. He looked up at John and told him who the killer was on his crime show. It was easy really, obvious. John had laughed when he had been right, he had smiled and ruffled his hair, giving him a kiss on the nose.

Sherlock let out a sound between a giggle and a pleased sigh, wanting nothing more than to receive another kiss. He didn’t know the word for that. He had to make John do it again, press his lips like that. He had gotten kissed because he had been right. So he would have to be right about everything. He deduced the product in the commercial and turned to look at him, closing his eyes and pressing his face forward, offering his nose and smiling brightly when there was a pause, a chuckle and then, finally, a kiss.

He ran around the flat, looking for things he could tell John, looking for things that would make John give him more kisses. John followed him into each room, giving him kisses when he came to him. He had lost count of all the deductions, each kiss still felt new and soft. Like John’s jumpers.  “Sherlock,” John finally said, holding his soft face between his hands, “You don’t have to deduce things for kisses. I can just give you kisses if you like. Though you’ve been very good today.”

Sherlock giggled and clapped, “K-kisses?” he asked, “Kiss!” he shouted gleefully, “Kiss?” he asked this time waiting for John to give him what he asked for.

From then on, most silences were filled with the fauns soft voice going, “Kiss?” and to be very honest, John never really felt like denying him.

((This was cute! Never done faun lock before. Hope I did alright!))

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toomanyfandomstoomanyfeels was brilliant and I’m so glad I stumbled into her again. Especially because I adore faunlock! Thank you again, hun!

Stranger: Cupping his hands over the broken stumps where his antlers once were, Sherlock was sprinting off to find himself refuge. The bucks of the Fauns were in a state of courting, bashing their horns against any and all other Bucks that passed by. He wanted nothing to do with the Doe’s or anyone else, yet he found himself on the other end of a quick and pointless battle. No one looked tough compared to him, yet the Buck was out for blood, his chest puffing proudly when he hit snapped off Sherlocks antlers. Finally he reached Johns cabin, and scrambling to open the door he kicked it shut. Inhale. Exhale. Here he was safe from the stupidity and judgment of his herd. “J-John?” Sherlock whimpered, tip toeing around the place until he found his companion curled up in bed. Sherlock was out of breath, his head was in agony, and right now all he wanted to snuggle up on Johns bed with him, and rest his aching head on his chest. So that was exactly what he did, and pawed at the covers until they were neatly draped over him.

You: There was a sharp clack as a door closed with force, the noise jolting John awake almost immediately. The sound awakened the habits implemented from years of training and set the blonde on edge. Of course, that was all until he heard his name on a broken plea and saw a familiar mass of black coming towards him. /Sherlock/. Giving a soft sigh, the man shifted to give room on the bed and helped the creature climb under the sheets. Even with his sleep addled mind, John could tell there was something peculiar and uncomfortably /off/ about the situation. For one, he didn’t encounter any horns. And two, Sherlock was clinging to him as if he were a bloody life vest. “Sherlock…” He began in a soft soothing tone as he tucked the male in, an arm rubbing Sherlock’s back in tender comforting strokes. “It’s okay, Sherlock… It’s perfectly fine. You’re here with me.” He remarked as he moved the creature closer to his chest. No antlers. Interesting. “What happened, hmn?”

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Fandom Fic Rec Days

Here are the BBC Sherlock fics I return to like a bee to a flower, no matter how much time passes. I hope you enjoy them as much as I have! (yes, I’m a day late. When am I EVER on time?)

AUs/Crossovers
- The Heart On Your Sleeve by flawedamythyst (5k) Teen - Sherlock stared at the imperfect circle on his left wrist in horror, then sat down on his bed with a bit of a thump. After over thirty years, his heartmark was finally showing activity. This was not good.

- Velvet and Bone by Mildredandbobbin (55.4k) Explicit LOCKED TO AO3 - Faunlock

- Vain Head and Double Heart by HerHighness (7.4k) Teen - John Watson has a problem: he hasn’t met his soul mate. Moreover, his TiMER hasn’t even activated yet. Somehow he still finds himself falling deeply in love with his nutter of a flat mate. Meanwhile, the emotionally oblivious Sherlock investigates a case.

- The Best Picture of the Human Soul by SwissMiss (5.7k) Teen - The stories of our lives are written on our skin. (Tattoolock)

- Saudade by @tunteeton (96.9k) Explicit -
John loses Sherlock, gains Sherlock and learns to never, ever, ever pray. (Alternate realities)

- All We Ought To Ask by achray (56k) Explicit - (Victorian clergymen)

- Oxidation by abbykate (27.9k) Explicit - As oil paintings dry, the process is not evaporation as there is no water in the paint to disappear; instead, the oils in the paint are oxidised causing them to harden over years in a process that never really stops. (Magical realism)

- good-morrow to our waking souls by orithea (11k) Explicit - Sherlock finds it difficult to live without John in any life, and always remembers how he is taken from him. Or: how many ways can two men die over the course of more than 2,000 years? (Reincarnation, soulmates)

- Anchor Point by trickybonmot (49.8k) Explicit - The world tunes in nightly for Sherlock, the ultimate in reality TV: Sherlock Holmes, a real person with a legendary name, unknowingly lives out his life in a staged setting contrived by his brother. Things get complicated when a retired army doctor joins the show to play the part of Sherlock’s closest friend. (Note: the best ‘first time’ sex I’ve EVER read, hands down)


Semi-Canon Compliant/Non-AU/Fix-Its
- Alone On the Water by Mad_Lori (7.7k) General MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH - Sherlock Holmes never expected to live a long life, but he never imagined that it would end like this.

- A Study In Auto-Signatures, Sniper Dolphins, and Sex Holidays by cwb (32.6k) Explicit  LOCKED TO AO3 - S3 fix-it that never fails to make me smile.

- What Meets the Eye by worldaccordingtofangirls (8.2k) Mature - Amnesia is just another case to solve. Piece together unfamiliar faces, reconstruct the old identity, the lost reality. A challenge that Sherlock could even enjoy. He can read people like books. The man with the silver hair is his boss. The tottering old woman, his landlady. The girl with the worried look in her eyes…infatuated. And as for John Watson? His husband. Obviously. (Amnesia)

- Lacuna by coloredink (15.6k) Explicit - God, it must have been terrible, to think that he would never have this again. (Amnesia)

- The Fallen series by @engazed (479k+) Explicit - This is the story of The Fall. When Sherlock chose to jump off the roof of St Bartholomew’s Hospital to save his friends, he could not have anticipated the devastating and far-reaching consequences. He wasn’t the only one who fell that day.

- Speaker for the Bees by antietamfalls (14.6k) Mature - It isn’t always easy assisting a deaf detective. Luckily for John, they make a pretty good team.


A/O/B (Omegaverse)
Drouk by Alma_Anor, merripestin (16.9k) Explicit - While Sherlock and John are being held prisoner by Moriarty, John goes into heat. Jim chains them up just out of reach of each other and plays with John himself.

- Expectations by rosenritter (27.9k) Mature - Several months after setting his brother loose on the trail of Moriarty’s network, Mycroft Holmes receives a tip about John Watson, who has made himself scarce after the Fall. What he finds has the potential to render Sherlock’s mission a no-win scenario. Sherlock left something behind before he fell from St. Bart’s. It’s the one last thing John has left to really live for and the odds are not in his favor.

- The Gilded Cage by @beautifulfic (326k) Explicit - In a world where Omegas are the property of the elite Alphas, locked away and treasured by those wealthy enough to buy them, John never questioned his flatmate’s secondary gender. Sherlock Holmes was an Alpha through-and through.

Wasn’t he?

A chance discovery turns the world on its head, and John is left grappling to come to terms with Sherlock’s past as events conspire to threaten their future.

Anything to Help

Ohhhh, fawnlock. I absolutely adore it. Thank you for a lovely rp stranger!

Stranger: Sherlock moved through the forest quickly,snow crunching under his hooves. He’d gotten separated from his herd and was worried about running into a hunter or a trap, he’d seen them in this area before the previous day or so, tracking him through the snow and he made sure not to go over the same paths, or be too loud. He let out a low bleat hoping that his herd could hear him looking for them, it was cold and he didn’t want to be alone when nightfall hit.

You: John was traveling through the snow to get to his small cottage cabin deep in the woods. Carrying the twigs and brittle branches with his gear on his good shoulder, he was taking his time getting back. He knew it would be better to get back before nightfall, but then he didn’t really care if he got stuck in the snow. Not really. Who would miss someone like him? He was nearing the path to his cabin when he heard the distressed low bleat, his eyes wandering over his current surroundings to figure out where it was coming from. Had a goat gotten lost? Taking his time, he approached the direction of the noise cautiously and noticed the creature. He also noticed the bear trap barely hidden beneath the snow. The creature was going to walk right into it. “Hey…” He called out softly, holding his hands up. “Hey there… I’m not going to hurt you.” He spoke, liking his lips. “Can you understand me?”

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