Highly figured English walnut with elaborate vine motif inlays of engraved aluminum. Pickguard is replaced by vine pattern inlay in top. Only 50 made, each with a label numbered in sequence and signed by C. F. Martin IV.
Hello everybody! sorry its been forever since I posted anything new just been super busy. Here’s the finished product of that snake print I posted sketches of a while ago. Surprisingly I ended up liking gouache more than I thought I would. I definitely will try working with it again in the future. Much more new stuff to come!
“The minor details of the case are inconsequential, Molly,” Sherlock said dismissively as they stood at the jewelry counter. “Point is, if you can tell me which of these rings is most likely to appeal to a woman who is intelligent, practical, lovely, and also works with her hands in a sometimes gruesome job…it would definitely help me find the suspect.”
Molly looked suspiciously back and forth between the nervous looking detective and the rings laid out on the counter, but then finally pointed to a wide band with small diamonds embedded in an elegant vine like pattern.
“That one is gorgeous and it’s practical because it wouldn’t get caught on anything like, oh I dunno…gloves…or something.”
Sherlock grinned and exclaimed, “ah ha, yes I thought you’d prefer- I mean yes, thank you, I finally know who the killer is and the game is on!”
Molly smiled to herself as they left the jewelry store in supposed pursuit of a suspect, but she simply couldn’t help adding as they got in the cab, “you are gonna actually ask me out first though, right?”
“Happy Wandering” (2017) Hardenbergia violacea in Lerderderg State Park, Victoria, Australia.
I could only describe this plant as the royal pea of the bush. That purple is always a vibrant jolt of happiness and magic when wandering through the smokey colours of the xeric sclerophyllous bush that is central Victoria.
sort of revamped this one to actually make it a repeating pattern because before it was just a hot mess. **Sorry for the big stupid watermark but it was recently brought to my attention that someone was trying to sell my stuff as their own.
Clarke was honestly annoyed when her soulmate mark showed up
on her eighteenth birthday.
Most people got them by the time they turned sixteen, so
when Clarke’s didn’t, she thought she would be one of the lucky ones who never
got their soulmark.
Clarke didn’t mean to be ungrateful or whatever, she just
liked having options, okay? Having a soulmark means you get one person and that’s
it. While that’s nice in theory, there’s the potential that your soulmate is a
total asshole or, like, dead, so Clarke always thought it’d be better to have
her pick of the non-marked people. That way, it wouldn’t be the end of the
world if the relationship didn’t work out. Other fish in the sea and all that.
But if she had a soulmate, she was suddenly limited to one
freaking fish. It was too much pressure.
Happy Belated Valentine’s Day! I hope you all had a great day, and I am a little late on this prompt, but I hope you will like nevertheless!
This is a late Vday gift for you all, and I hope that you all know that you are loved no matter what your relationship status <3
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characters: natsu, lucy
Lucy stood with a hand placed on her hip, looking at the calendar in annoyance. It was February 20th, but yet she received no gift from her boyfriend. She supposed that maybe he forgot, or that he just didn’t care. Only one of those things was unlike Natsu, and it wasn’t the uncaring one. He cared so much for her, that she knew full and well.
But why the hell was he so late on her gift?
Sighing, she decided to go grab one of the many bath bombs she had underneath her sink and drop one into the bath to relax. She chose a lavender one to relax her body and mind, and she was just sinking into the tub when she heard the bathroom door open. Out of instinct, she screamed.
Natsu pushed away the shower curtain with his ears covered. “Hey Luce!”
She continued to scream while wrapping her naked body rapidly with the shower curtain, and Natsu’s ears rang with the noise even with his ears covered. “Stop screaming! I was just gonna ask if you wanted your Valentine’s day gift now or later.”
A painting in the tomb of Inherkha TT359, Anubis and Osiris, gods of the Underworld, in front of tables piled high with offerings.The ceiling is decorated with a vine leaf pattern. New Kingdom, 20th Dynasty. Deir el-Medina, Theban Necropolis.
Sherlock’s busy. Sitting in his leather chair near the fireplace, he’s texting furiously with Lestrade (Will the idiots on that forensic team ever learn? Nope. Apparently not today.).
Rosie sits to his left at a tiny toddler-size table on a little matching stool. It’s round and painted lavender, a delicate hand drawn vine pattern circling the edge and trailing down the table’s legs. She’s playing with a miniature tea set- a gift from Mrs. Hudson- pretending to pour out tea and stir in sugar and milk with a silver baby spoon.
“Tea, Papa?” Rosie’s chubby hand offers a small porcelain cup of imaginary Earl Grey to Sherlock.
He doesn’t stop texting, never looks away from the screen, simply shifts to using his right hand only and allows his left arm to fall to the side, low enough for her to place the petite teacup into his large hand. It moves automatically to his lips and he takes a sip before he fully realizes it’s only filled with make-believe tea. His eyes widen in surprise. (Sherlock’s body is, after all, hard-wired to accept tea from a Watson at this point.)
He looks down at Rosie, who meets his gaze expectantly, eyebrows raised. “Papa like tea?” she asks.
Sherlock only hesitates for a moment before saying, “Mmm. Yes, love. I think your tea may be the best I’ve had.” He lowers his voice to a whisper. “But don’t tell Daddy.”
Rosie nods solemnly, her daddy’s tea making prowess already well known. She goes back to filling and refilling cups with the play teapot, babbling “tea, tea, tea” happily.
Sherlock “drinks” cup after cup, eventually solving Lestrade’s case after a couple of shoddy screen-caps make it clear it wasn’t even a murder in the first place. Dull.
It was a normal afternoon for Rosie in 221B. A perfect day for tea time with her Papa.