a fawnlock reference sheet! hi res here! (the hi-res picture doesn’t include the white bum fluff because that’s a new addition, but it is most definitely a part of his design!)

i can’t stress enough that that i *adore* all your ideas of him and how creative some of you are with his markings! please don’t think this is the only way to draw him, this is just a rough guide if you want to know how i see him personally! 

(also, i forgot to add - the chest fur on the full body fawnlock is spring fur!)

insert cute dialogue of fawnlock deducing that batjohn’s a fruit bat and how he hurt his wing and all kinds of things and then batjohn calling him brilliant in his tiny voice and fawnlock being stumped odgsdogd 

i usually prefer to draw fawnlock with feet, but deer feet tonight because i fuckin saidso


also so many thanks to everyone who came to the stream and everyone who attempted to, i didn’t realise had a new rule where only 10 people were allowed at one time, it made me so sad to see you all trying to get in T^T

and a close up


a fawnlock i doodled at work! really sorry about the awful quality, i’m far too tired to scan in it so bad webcam photos it is


my little fawnbatsy, egg :3 he was so fun to make ahhh! 

i decided he was the last to hatch and took a long time to hatch, and so they called him egg for the mean time, and then he cracked out one night with a grump look on his face like ‘what are you all staring at me for’ and the name stuck

he gets sore hands and feet (in his joints) and one of his wings didn’t grow properly but it’s okay he spends most of his time on fawnlock’s hip anyways watching everything he does but he doesn’t say a lot, just listens

his favourite things include petting mil’s hair and stealing things when people aren’t looking


so i opened up sai with an idea of drawing something, actually sketching something and colouring it etc but then i decided to play around with the marker brush and then this happened

i gues you could call it a happy doodle~

“where mam?" 

the small bundle of fur and flesh in moosecroft’s arms shaked violently, tiny hands clutching and twisting in his chest fur. moosecroft wasn’t sure if it was the cold or just the shock of being taken so far from home that was causing fawnlock to shake so much, but he held him closer to his chest even so.

(he’d grabbed him and ran. he’d seen the bodies, and ran. he’s never seen dead bodies before. but he knew.)

in all the months he’d had a baby brother, moosecroft had never held him, not even once. he was surprisingly light, despite being gutsy for the food in their mums chest. (how was he going to feed him?)

"she’s not here any more” saying it out loud was like lead in moosecroft’s chest. he could barely believe it himself, how was he going to convince his brother, who could hardly string a sentence together?

the fire had taken everything, but themselves.

fawnlock was smarter than he looked, though. moosecroft should have known any sibling of his would have been as bright as himself. fawnlock’s ears pricked up and he clutched harder to moosecroft’s fur, making his eyes water, combining with the tears already gathering there.


fawnlock’s tiny voice was filled with confusion and it hit moosecroft suddenly then, this was it now, just the two of them, he was now a guardian, they were the last, all his friends, their family, their homes. gone.

moosecroft gave in and let his tears fall, sniffing in an undignified way that he would surely be embarrassed about later, even if his brother wouldn’t remember a second of this in the future. fawnlock took this as his cue and started to cry too, rubbing his face into moosecroft’s fur, letting out small whines as he did so.

"because these things happen” moosecroft cleared his throat and pulled fawnlock away from his chest to look at his face. his nose was running and he sniffed it angrily, not breaking eye contact for a second. moosecroft winced and rubbed a hand at his brothers eyes and no, wiping away what was there. he’d better get used to this, he supposed.

“i’ll be your mother, now" 

do you remember when we forgot
how to smile at each other
to believe that the other
want only whats good for you [x]

Budden here! Paula is off taking a break from Tumblr but asked me to upload this here for you guys!! Our ears have recently been loving the tune of Ane Brun’s “Do you remember” and have been thinking so much of Moosecroft and child!fawnlock because of it! I hope you guys enjoy!!

fawnjohn would be much quieter and less of a baby than fawnlock is. he has simple pleasures and likes to keep himself to himself, but sometimes peeps through the window and watches sherlock do his experiments at night (because he isn’t allowed to sleep inside)

sherlock would start to enjoy the company and would change his ways and fawnjohn would get a belly rub. sometimes. only after sherlocks successfully solved a case.

but he’s no pushover, sherlock would definitely have a few bite scars. 

AND THEN, that turned into us day-dreaming about fawnlock and FAWNJOHN MEETING, and wow, the forest wouldn’t know what hit it :’) 

heather explained it the best when she said this: 

“fawnjohn would be taking care of injured animals and fawnlock would be like BUT ITS ALMOST DEAD CANT I DISECT IT YET”