five weeks HOLIDAYS! FREE DRAWING REQUESTS!
you know what that means. :D I am here at home, and bored. And I need drawing prompts for Sherlock.
Please, if you can spare a minute, and you have an idea, let me know. I really want to draw a lot! So, don’t be shy! And it doesn’t cost anything!
I am also inclined to experiment with nsfw stuff… ;) if you know what I mean.
Just drop by in my askbox and tell me what you’d like me to draw. ^^
No time to waste! :D
Sherlock: Oh no, Mycroft is coming. Quick! hide me!
John: Yeah, sorry Mycroft, Sherlock isn’t here at the moment.
I don’t know what got into me, but I thought it would be really cute, Sherlock “hiding” from Mycroft… ^^
I just wanted to say that I drew this two months ago. And I think I’ve made a lot of progress style-wise, but I still love it. :)
AND GOSH! LOOK AT THE NOTES? I am so proud! *blushes* Thank you!!!
Sherlock: Happy anniversary.
John: It’s been two weeks, Sherlock.
Sherlock: Nonetheless an anniversary.
A short doodle. :) Just felt all fluffy and decided to draw something.
Here. Have Moriarty for this month’s Let’s Draw Sherlock. :)
The colours were icky, but I am pretty happy with how it looks now.
Then Sherlock lifted his head off the pillow and loosely cupped the back of John’s neck. John shut his eyes as Sherlock’s mouth touched his, and he slid one hand behind Sherlock’s head to support its warm weight. Sherlock’s arm tightened around his back.
On an inexplicable impulse, John broke the kiss and pushed Sherlock’s hair away from his forehead. Sherlock blinked rapidly up at him, swallowing.
He looked like a different person.
Go and read this beautiful fic by a-causidicus called Manifest.
Such an angsty and brilliant fanfic. WHY CAN’T THEY JUST SEE THAT THEY LOVE EACH OTHER?
I am just trying to convey as subtly as possible that this art blog will from now on contain nsfw artworks… (occasionally)
Could there be a cuter way?
For Let’s draw Sherlock - Meals
Fem!John taking her morning coffee.
(I know, it’s my second one, but two are allowed right? :D)
John: I am so… so sorry.
Sherlock: It’s not your fault. Shhh.
In which they find out that Sherlock has a brain tumor.
I am so sorry! For real. It just happened.
Sherlock made an agonised sound and gripped John’s face between his hands, his phone clattering loudly onto the bench. The other man jumped at the noise but Sherlock held tight, yanking on the lapels of his jacket to pull him closer as he slanted his lips against John’s.
A request from a-causidicus, who wrote this beautiful fanfic called Apprehension.
A wonderfully angsty fic, which will teach you to appreciate Johnlock.