my anon sherlock

Magnussen *when Sherlock pulls out the gun*: you can’t kill me, you’ll get arrested if you do 

Sherlock: Yes but you’ll be dead and the way I see it, I have a better chance of breaking out of prison than you have of resurrecting.

anonymous asked:

I love your line sketches of the BBcsherlock characters and would love to learn how to draw this way. This style where you can see individual lines instead of other shading absolutely facinates me. Do you have any tips on how to start?

Hey thanks! I don’t think there’s anything particularly special about this sort of style, it’s basically just the same as crosshatching with a traditional pencil, except here with digital art I just used the pen tool in SAI so the lines don’t blend and they stand out more.

Essentially what you’re trying to do is express a plane with a series of lines, like this:

To express tone and shading, you can vary the density:

Thickness:

Darkness:

Or overlap lines (crosshatch):

This doesn’t mean that crosshatching always makes things darker, sometimes you can crosshatch lightly, it’ll just make the shading look finer:

So with a combination of line density, thickness, darkness, and overlap, you can create all sorts of different tones and textures depending on what you need for different parts of the picture:

To express turning faces, you can vary the direction or angle of your lines:

The rest is just a matter of deciding how you use those techniques to express the picture you want to draw, and that’s a matter of your own judgement and experience; it would be impossible to list every rule because there aren’t any rules. The stuff about thickness and crosshatching and density etc. I basically made up just now by looking back on my drawings and analysing the lines; I never actually consciously thought about those things when I drew them, so don’t treat them like commandments or something, play around with different lines and combinations to get a feel for yourself what works in what situations.

To illustrate that I’ll draw a picture of Sherlock and try to break down what I’m doing at each step:

Sorry my notes are a bit messy (I hope you can read my writing) but if anything I guess it reflects how messy my thought process is, I’m always adding things and changing things as I go along.

Always remember, you’re trying to use lines to represent planes, so even though you’re drawing in lines, you need to be looking at the reference and thinking in terms of planes, not lines. Also, make sure you keep your lines parallel so they don’t run into each other because that’ll make it look messy.

I think the best way to learn is always to try things yourself, so don’t just look at this tutorial, go play around with the lines yourself, whether you use my steps as a starting point or draw from a photo of your own, hopefully you’ll get a feel for how to use lines then. Also remember that you can go as detailed or as loose with your lines as you want, so long as you have the important shapes and facial features expressed.

Hope this was helpful! :)

anonymous asked:

Sherlock says he's married to Molly as part of an undercover role for a case, but someone overhears, takes it as literal and spreads it to the papers. (Sherlolly)

So Nonny, your fic ended up becoming a multipart fic that I picked to write for @simplyshelbs16xoxo to cheer her up. I will try really really hard to update this more frequently than I do most of my fics, I swear! But for now, here is Part 1 with Sherlock and Mary, setting up the “fake marriage being spread to the papers as a real marriage” part.”

It Can Be As Real As You Or I (Part 1/?) - At the very beginning of a case to help Janine, it comes out that the very eligible and spectacular stud in the bedroom Sherlock Holmes has married local specialist registrar, Dr. Molly Hooper. Which would be fine and all, except it’s a fake marriage. That Sherlock wants to make real by the end of the case. But Kitty Riley’s constant hounding of him throughout the case, turning every tidbit she hears (always out of context) into tabloid fodder, is going to make that virtually impossible, he fears…though he might very well be surprised himself.

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“So she’s agreed?” Mary asked, sipping her tea at the cafe that she and Sherlock were sitting at. He supposed that she dragged him out in public so that they both had some semblance of a social life, though he didn’t mind too much. Truth be told he quite enjoyed her company, whether he was using her as a partner in case solving or helping her take care of Rosie or anything, really. It was a bit different these days, but he supposed that was to be expected after the incident at the aquarium where she had almost lost her life.

John had been so filled with grief, so sure he was going to lose her, and they had stood there, and then he had snapped out of it, the way John had snapped him out of it with the young guard in the showers, gotten down to the business of saving Mary’s life. Admittedly it had been touch and go for a time; the shot had not been nearly as neat as Mary’s own shot to him had been, and there had been more than one moment where they had thought they might lose her. But Mary had things worth fighting for, and she was tough, strong. She clawed her way back.

Things came out then, things he had deduced but not mentioned. The woman on the bus, the late night texting. John was so sorry, so very sorry and Mary gave him another chance, and it seemed all was well. Mycroft had found someone who could be trusted to hear it all, Mary’s backstory and the secrets John knew, and they were working through things, their feelings about the entire situation of their lives, together and apart. And he was glad for his friends. If anyone deserved happiness, of all people, it was them.

If only his own life would go as well in that department, he supposed.

Janine had reached out to him for help. While she had settled down for a less extravagant life, it seemed as though not everyone was willing to let her association with Magnussen go, and she was being harassed rather viciously by someone both online and at her cottage. She worried for her new husband’s safety as well as that of her unborn child, and she asked him for help. She had, surprisingly, been hesitant to ask, but he had said he owed her, for what he had done to her. Her revenge had not been nearly bad enough to hurt him the way he had hurt her; if anything, it had given him a reputation that most men would envy and benefited her in the bargain.

In the process, though, he had found out her husband was not all he had seemed. Not in a bad way, thankfully; she did not need to be hurt more by having him be a bastard. It had simply turned out he was a member of the Royal family who did not know, but there were those who wanted to exploit this position and his position as a high-ranking executive in an export company to their advantage. To do that, he needed to move among the crowd Janine moved in. As she was married now, he could not go as her paramour. And this was not the type of crowd you brought a casual lover to.

You brought a wife.

And Molly Hooper had agreed to pose as his.

Sherlock nodded. “As of yesterday, Molly is now Molly Holmes, my legal wife.” He picked up his coffee and took a sip. “Neither of us wanted to make a big fuss, really. Which I apologize for, but…”

“Rob me of the chance to be matron of honour,” Mary said, reaching over and slapping his shoulder. “After you were best man and damn near groomzilla at my wedding, Sherlock.”

He chuckled slightly and then shrugged. “Perhaps there will be another chance at–” He broke off when the person at the table next to them abruptly pushed away, scurrying off. He turned and watched but the crowd at the cafe made it damn near impossible to catch anything other than a glimpse of the person who left. He couldn’t even tell if the person had been male or female. Shaking his head, he turned back to Mary. “We depart tomorrow morning to Essex and we’ll be staying there as Janine’s guests while I nose around there and here in London when I have time.”

Mary nodded. “So John and Rosie and I will not be completely devoid of your company?” she asked with a smile, tilting her head.

“Of course not,” he said. “I would never deny my best mate and my favourite women of my presence.”

“Your favourite women other than Molly,” Mary said, her grin turning into a smirk.

Sherlock began to get uncomfortable under her gaze. “Yes, well…”

“Are you going to survive this case, I wonder, with your singlehood intact?” Mary asked innocently, picking up her drink and taking a sip.

“Shove off,” Sherlock muttered, glaring at her and having more of his coffee. To be honest, he’d rather have asked anyone other than Molly. Not because he didn’t like Molly, or trust Molly, or think Molly was competent.

No, not at all.

But because his relationship with Molly had been rather…muddled…since John and Mary’s wedding, and become moreso over time. He was responsible for the end of her engagement, after all, and their relationship wasn’t quite as platonic as Mary and everyone else believed, and as fake as this marriage was?

He had rather hoped he could convince her to make it real by the end of the case.

He just hoped nothing spoiled his carefully set plans in the meantime.

anonymous asked:

SHERLOCK NORTH HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT THIS AS A FINN

………………………………..

(anon is referring to this news)

Today, I’m not a Finn. I don’t know where that country is. Is that even a country? Sounds fake to me.

No but seriously, I’m embarrassed. If they make Holmes/Watson romance in that adaption, I will cry. What is that even…. ‘a Finnish former ‘woman doctor’ Johanna Watson’… Watson isn’t even a Finnish surname… don’t drag us to this straight culture bullshit!! And if they keep them platonic, that’s just another version no one asked imho and I don’t care about it. Ugh.

The timing couldn’t be worse.

anonymous asked:

Mycroft & his gf, daddy kink Headcannons? Pls ily

Originally posted by retxrdplz

Note: Mycroft is 100% not into age regression Daddy/Little kinks AT ALL. The Daddy!Dom! kink is more his style. He will not in any shape, way or form can get into having intercourse with anyone that thinks they’re literally in the head-space of being ‘7 years old’ again. EVER. Also I really hate the new update that makes it near impossible to locate old posts on this blog so I can link them. If anyone knows how to do this please private message me.

Daddy Kink headcannons:

  • Mycroft has a personal pair of outfits fabricated just for their playtime.
  • In fact Mycroft has a lot of personalized/handcrafted things for their playtime.
  • Like most things in his life Mycroft has some very strict rules that must be followed to a ‘T’ which includes setup, playing and aftercare.
  • He has certain lubrication for all occasions as well that was picked out together.
  • They go over the rules almost every month to see what needs to be modified for both pleasures.
  • Surveillance cameras serves several purposes in the bedroom for their playtime; for future pleasure, to learn from them and also in case of medical emergencies.
  • These recordings of their playtime are kept and encrypted for at least 3 years unless the sex was really good.
  • Mycroft wears a very special cologne for these encounters.
  • They never take the kink outside of the bedroom/house because they have respect that the general public did not consent to witnessing their kink.
  • They also don’t go to too many kink conventions unless they’re shopping for more toys.
  • His girlfriend has a very wide variety of outfits for ‘Daddy’ and will usually have one bought for her by Mycroft unless its his birthday and she’s surprising him.
  • Soooooo many paddles with phrases on them. Mycroft isn’t a fan of a riding crop but doesn’t mind a paddle (as opposed to his hand.)
  • He is very firm and strict in the Daddy! position but is not to the point where he ignores her limits.  If she tries to ignore her limits Mycroft will stop to remind her (with a light reprimand of some sort) before threatening to stop because he’s not  the type of daddy to let his girl hurt herself for the sake of her ego.
  • There is a lot of teasing going on her but she’s not allowed to tease daddy.
  • There’s a lot of re-purposed torture devices used in their playtime.
  • The kink rarely leaves the Holmes Manor but can (sometimes) carry out into the car.
  • There’s a lot of communication that goes in prior to their playtime and even a code word when they want to begin.
  • Most times his girlfriend will initiate it by dropping hints in the form of food made for ‘Daddy’ or a certain outfit.
  • When Daddy makes a promise he keeps it.
  • God help her if she tries to act like a brat because ‘Daddy’ has no issues taking care of her.
  • Daddy! Mycroft is firm but just. Kind and cold. Believe in Daddy! Mycroft.
  • Mycroft doesn’t prefer chains but will use the fuck out of that fuzzy elastic stuff.
  • Will always make sure his girlfriend is 100% taken care of afterwards.
  • Will always try  to find new ways to bring themselves to a higher level pleasure even if it means suffering those demonstrations as conventions.

anonymous asked:

can i just say that i love love love your art!!!! do you have any tutorials on how you draw?

thank you so much! i’m pretty bad at tutorials as i rarely do anything in order, i usually jump between the process of sketching and details, and often touch up on my art so much that it’s never how i originally envisioned it to be! however, here’s a little sherlock tutorial! it’s not the best but I tried <3

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Chanyeol and Baekhyun as Sherlock and Watson for anon~

rottenbrainstuff  asked:

I would absolutely love and adore and be beyond-all-words cheered up by Sherlock attempting to confess his feelings only to be misunderstood by Molly who assumes that she doesn't and will never count, with a happy fluffy ending. If you are able to!

Eight months later I have finally answered this, so my apologies because I am just…ugh. I suck. But I hope that if you need to be cheered up today, it helps? Also, this is one of the Sherlolly Spring Fling prompts that the Anon requester requested, so at least I got one more of those done!

Does Count After All -When Sherlock requests Molly’s help as a medical professional during his task taking down Moriarty’s network, Molly wonders why. She finds out the answer to that…and so much more.

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She was rather surprised that she was sent to him. She had asked Mycroft, when he had her kidnapped on her way to the tube after a long shift at Barts, when all she wanted to do was go home and have a long soak and a glass or two or three of wine and maybe a good cry as well, if he was hurt badly, and she had been assured he wasn’t, but why her? Surely even in this cat and mouse game, even in this great hour of secrecy, there were other people he could rely on? She supposed even spies needed doctors, discrete people who could operate on bullet wounds and knife cuts without a word to local hospitals?

Why didn’t Sherlock see one of them?

Why her?

He had said she counted at Barts, the day he fell. But he hadn’t meant it, she was sure. She counted in the ways she knew that mattered to him: she was an above average specialist registrar, a competent pathologist, she gave him anything and everything he wanted from her stores and she gave him space when he worked in the path lab. And maybe there was a bit more than that. Never once did she judge him, did she utter anything like the words that came from Sally’s mouth or even the exasperated utterings from Greg or John. She accepted him as he was, admired him…

Loved him.

But she didn’t count.

She loved him, but to him, she was a tool. And in his hour of need, it had counted that the best tools in his arsenal were there. That was all it was.

That was all this was, too.

She had expected something dingy and dirty, but she was surprised at the rather lush surroundings inside the building housing Sherlock. What she had seen had shown this was not a prosperous region, but she was starting to think, perhaps, looks were deceiving in this village’s case. Mostly because she suspected this village might be full of former British spies, but that might also be her imagination running away with her. Whatever it was, it projected a dirty, impoverished place on the outside, but there had not been a single villager who she had encountered who looked underfed or unhealthy or unhappy. She suspected those who lived here had a very good life if the comforts of this room were anything to go by.

“Molly,” she heard Sherlock say softly. She looked and saw that he was sitting at a small table, his face bruised and swollen, cradling his arm. She stared at him, aghast. In a place like this, how had no one given him proper medical care? What absolute imbeciles had let him stay like this for the time it had taken her to reach him.

“Sherlock,” she said, abandoning the pose of medical professionalism she had promised herself she would take and going to him, gently cradling his face. “What happened?”

“I was on the wrong end of a cricket bat,” he said, trying to give her a half-hearted smile, she thought, but failing. She shook her head and immediately began to work. It had been a long time since she had set a broken arm, especially without the guidance of an x-ray machine, but she did her best, putting it in a splint and wrapping it as best she could. She was glad she had been aware of what his potential injuries could have been and had brought the appropriate supplies. She knew that it was suspected he had broken ribs, and that would require taping them, which would mean he would need to remove his undershirt. She focused on the purpling bruise on his shoulder and bit her lip, knowing it would be immensely painful for him to lift his arm. “Cut it off.”

“Pardon?”

“Cut the shirt off,” he said.

She nodded, then went into her bag for her scissors. “Why weren’t you looked at sooner, Sherlock?” she asked.

“I don’t trust anyone here aside from the owner of this house,” he replied. “I had done her a great favor in the past and I am collecting upon it. She said there are many here whose loyalties could be easily bought and swayed to Moriarty’s minions.”

Molly nodded, grasping the scissors and moving to him, beginning to cut off his shirt when she got close enough. “But you trust her?”

“I do.” He bit his lip and looked at her. “I trust her, but there are none I trust more than you, Molly. I trust you to keep me alive.”

Molly stopped cutting and looked at him, their eyes nearly level. “But I don’t count.”

She could see confusion enter his gaze. “You do, though. I told you you do.”

Molly licked her lips slightly. “I had tea with the owner of the house before I came up here. You told me she was dead.”

Sherlock groaned. “I should kill her,” he muttered. “Irene is someone I care for, in one way, yes. But not the way I care for you. She is a friend. You are…more than that.”

“But you knew what she looked like naked.”

“Because she decided to introduce herself to me without a stitch of clothing on,” he said. “She’s the type of woman who will use anything to her advantage. She had blackmail, I wanted it. She decided to use her sexual prowess to her advantage, I made her put on my coat. If there is anyone with those measurements whose naked image I would rather have emblazoned in my mind palace it would be you, not her.”

Molly’s eyes widened and she dropped the scissors onto Sherlock’s lap, though thankfully they did not land point downward. “What?”

“I am trying to say, without much success apparently, that I fancy you. I trust you. You do count t me, in more ways than I can name and I would be quite happy if you would wait for me to finish this task and then we can see about attempting a relationship. I don’t guarantee I will be good at it, but I will try. I will try my hardest because that, Molly Hooper, is what you deserve.” She felt tears come to her eyes at that, tears of joy and happiness, and Sherlock frowned. “Molly?”

Molly leaned forward and carefully cradled his face in her hands again, leaning in just a bit more after that to close the distance and pressed her lips to his, kissing him softly. He kissed her back, reaching for her to pull against him but then suddenly pulling away from the kiss, hissing in pain. “You’re injured, Sherlock,” she admonished, stroking the uninjured side of his face. “Let me check your ribs to see if taping them would help, and then we’ll get you to bed to rest.”

“And you’ll stay with me for a while?” he asked, sounding hopeful.

She nodded, a soft smile on her face. “I’ll stay as long as I can, and then I’ll wait for you to get back to London,” she said before giving him a quick kiss. “However long it takes.” The serene smile on Sherlock’s face was honestly the most dazzling sight she’d ever seen, and to know this man, this man, wanted her and that her returning his feelings had put that smile on his face…she would never doubt she counted again, she was sure of it.

anonymous asked:

i saw that vid of why sherlock sucks and holy shit i hate steven moffat.

MY DUDE I adore that video so much! Especially as someone who was hardcore obsessed with Sherlock in the earlier seasons (before the queerbaiting and horrible treatment of female characters made me abandon it after season 3).

I particularly love that it tears apart his writing in other shows as well, because while I don’t watch Doctor Who, I DID watch Jekyll and I had completely forgotten about it! It was so cathartic to see someone so eloquently (and hilariously) point out what makes Moffat such a weak showrunner, in a way that’s actually about narrative structure and issues with the writing and not just ‘I think Moffat sucks’.

Honestly, I’ve watched that whole damn video half a dozen times now, all two hours of it. I adore every single minute. Bless that dude. 💜🙌💜

anonymous asked:

okay, so. Kind of awkward since I don't even know if you even read fanfiction. But. I've read all of your meta and your view on johnlock is very close to mine. So if you know any good fics could you please recommend me some?

Hey! First of all, thanks for reading the metas and I’m very glad we agree :)

The truth is I don’t read a lot of fanfiction. There are many popular fanfics that I have yet to read. In fact I have read too few and I’m genuinely surprised at how many fics other fans manage to read. But here are my faves to date and I hope this helps a little.

Alone on the Water by Mad_Lori, 8K, General Audiences. Any description is pointless, it’s my all time favourite fic and probably the saddest one. Perhaps you belong to those who are afraid to read it? Whatever is the case, I can’t help but recommend it with all my heart

The Great Sex Olympics of 221B by XistentialAngst, 59K, Explicit. Pretty much what the title suggests but it is the best smut fic I’ve read so far IMO and the characters are exceptionally spot on. Smut with unbearable tension and tears.

At first he is a boy by NomdePlume, 78K, Mature. This is Kidlock, Teenlock and Ancient Greece AU. I always said I disliked AUs. Until I read that fic. It’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever read. True, eternal love blossoming in youth <3 A thing of beauty.

A Terrific Soporific by antietamfalls, 11K, Teen and Up. Sherlock suffers from insomnia until he finds the best medicine: John! It’s very sweet and innocent and I love the awkwardness between Sherlock and John.

Midnight Blue Serenity by BeautifulFiction, 152K, Explicit. This is a casefic in which Johnlock happens almost incidentally, I mean, compared to most Johnlock fics. The case easily rivals the ones in the show. I’m still astonished by the complexity of it. Be warned for graphic depictions of violence, drug use, sexual threats. It’s a very dark crime case.

Slave Me by skadi_zlata, 16K, Explicit. This is a Slave AU, I’m warning for non-con, but it’s not between Sherlock and John. What I really like in this fic is that it is an interesting twist of the actual show in this dark, dark AU world.

Training Sherlock by breadnotangels, 89K, Mature. (Actually I’d say hella explicit but it is rated mature.) 43 chapters of BDSM AU, only if you are into this sort of thing. Sherlock is a disobedient submissive whom only John Watson can discipline. Honestly, the ideas dom!John comes up with in every chapter…! Thumbs up.