WOW. A DRAWING. IT’S BEEN A WHILE. I’ve wanted to do this since SHAM 2012, but never got round to it. There were some very, ah, intriguing proposals (looking at you, Lilsi) regarding the Fall.

He wears me down to bones in bed
Must be the sign on my head
That says, oh, love me dead!

Err. Happy Valentine’s?

For behindtintedglass, whose hobby is destroying Sherlockian hearts. :(

He dreams of you every night.  Every single fucking night.  And it rips your heart out each time he moans your name — a helpless sound of unspeakable grief and longing — for it reminds you all too clearly, like an unforgiving slap to the face, that you are the one who has done this to him.

HAPPY ANNIVERSARY

Mini art trade with prufrocking that I’ve been sitting on for ages. She asked for Vanity Fair, but then completely forgot about it, so I used the opportunity to slip her some GQ instead. Hah!

ETA: Bet you all know which shoot inspired this.

behindtintedglass:

I’m sorry. But I can’t let him burn your heart.

Your friend,

(Always)

John

(Source: mydearisabel)

izableu:

behindtintedglass:

“You look different,” John whispers.

“Do I?” Sherlock asks softly. ”Does it matter?”

With trembling fingers, John reaches out to touch Sherlock’s hair, which are slightly lighter-colored at the tips, where Sherlock has dyed them ginger.

“What have these three years done to you?” John quietly says.

Sherlock curls his fingers around John’s wrist and gently lowers his hand until John’s palm is pressing against the side of his cheek.

“It made me yearn for you more,” Sherlock answers sincerely.

REIIIICHEEEENBAAAAAACCCCHHHHHHHHH and Kath, who exists to break my soul with her writing.

In other news, I’ve decided to make a dedicated art tumblr to intimidate me into some form of artistic consistency. Feel free to not follow.

(Source: mydearisabel)

So apparently Sherlock will be present throughout Hounds, which means there is little chance of me seeing him in a hut struggling without mobile service. Boo.