Rosie Watson comes thundering into Mrs. Hudson’s flat, her thin blond plaits fluttering behind her, her little Doc Marten boots pounding on the floorboards. Her favourite stuffed toy, Penny the Penicillin Microbe, is clutched to her chest and her eyes are wide as saucers; previous experience has taught John that his daughter has either discovered something terrifying or wonderful, and the likelihood of either is entirely dependant on whether she was with Uncle Sherlock when the breakthrough occurred.
With an indulgent smile Mrs. Hudson pats her on her head as she dodges around the older woman’s legs to fling herself on her father, Penny the Penicillin smacking him soundly in the backside as she does so.
The “oomph!” noise he makes causes Martha to chuckle.
“Alright then, young lady,” John says, staring down at his daughter with what he hopes is a mixture of sternness and reassurance. “What’s brought all this on, eh?”
Rosie stares up at him, lip wobbling, and it’s only now she’s close that John sees her eyes are glassy with unshed tears. Immediately his face softens.
“What is it, sweetheart?” he asks more gently, settling himself on Mrs. Hudson’s couch and swinging the child up into his lap. He sets her on his knee. “What’s the matter?”
The little girl stares up at him and sighs, giving every impression of a Christian who’s about to be tossed to some particularly peckish lions.
“It’s- It’s about Uncle Sherlock,” she says, dropping her voice until John has to lean in to hear her. “I saw him upstairs with Aunty Molly and, and I think… I think something’s wrong with him!”
Because there’s so many Canadian Geese where we live, my dad and I have this running joke about this thing we made up called the Venomous Swamp Duck. Eventually we took it a step further and created a natural enemy for the Venomous Swamp Duck.
The Saber Toothed Mountain Goat
My dad made up the Venomous Swamp Duck a LONG time ago, and I made up the Saber Toothed Mountain Goat a year ago. A few months ago I created a new natural enemy for the two idiotic things we made…
Its name is Shamoose
So that pretty much explains the picture. My only critique is I ended up exaggerating the “venomous” in Venomous Swamp Duck, so I ended up making a Mountain Dew Bird by mistake.
One of the most beautiful, regal, dignified, and awe-inspiring creatures on earth, the Bearded Vulture hails from one of most maligned and shamed castes of avians that exists, Scavengers. This one happens to be my #1 favorite bird and has a 9-foot wingspan sooo….
My adorable little workaholic B-ship for RotG. Tooth gotta go somewhere, when I so rudely tear Jack from her dainty grasp. While I always loved her friendship with Jack, I frankly think these two would have a lot more chemistry and stability. If Black Ice is my pain-ridden powered-by-forsaken-children angst-machine, then Sweet Tooth is the cotton candy factory, spreading fluff and butterflies on the ashes. Just look at their 1 million babies aka eggs + fairies