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Something stupid I’ve been working on in bits for ‘bout a year. Characters (canon and original) from my and husbando’s Sherlock RP.

Pretty much divided into “the good guys” and “the bad guys”.
Parker and Will, two of S/J’s clients who became rather regular characters. BlueBell- they kept her in our RP lololol. Irene and her wife, Eliza, because we completely re-wrote all the stuff with Irene and made it not stupid.
Jim and his most-trusted operatives (Seb/sniper, Rabbit/handyman, Archer/assassin, Noble/intelligence expert).

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shycustis:

Bad photo of signing/counting/assembling our Sherlock Print Bags.
Signing 400+ prints, uhhhh…..

Let me answer by your GIF:

LOL <3

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ALT VERSION IS MY FAV BUT MY BODY IS READ EITHER WAY. TAKE ME SHY ART. YOU DONT EVEN HAVE TO GO EASY ON ME CUZ I AM SO FUCKING READY FOR THIS UMPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH god damn. Shy you rock.

WHOA, okay. Calm your tits, Husbando.

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Sebastian’s laugh masked any unease. “But you’re right- if you had anything on him, and if you could make him disappear that easily, I guess you’d have already done it. Spiders don’t go away that easily.”
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Moran’s most hospitable scotch was getting to him, or perhaps Mycroft was just letting himself grow too involved. There was something seeming to drag him down just enough to bear some teeth. ”You do know, Sebastian, I very well saved your life today. I might be able to eradicate your name from all our files, our intelligence, and clear you, but there’s one place I’m unable to erase it from. Next time, I don’t have to be so kind.” Mycroft’s words a growl by the end. He had let himself slip. “You should be more careful who you let your loyalties onto. Picking who to share a coffin with is something which takes great thought.”
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Seb moved to Holmes’ side, seemingly headed for his tumbler, again. “Careful, Mycroft- temper’s showing. But, that’s a weakness of yours; always too kind.”
A light brush on Mycroft’s shoulder. Sebastian smirked. “Sorry. Spider.”

(Excerpt; Coey as Moran, Shy as Mycroft.)
(May or may not be finished. Part of a matching pair.) 

Previews of two matching pieces I’m closing in on finishing. I think.
I don’t know, really, uhg, I think I’m just going to go sleep for a few days solid k bai. 

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FINA-FUCKILY DONE. GEEZUS.
So I wasn’t going to do stickers of the main cast, but, uh, this happened. Fuck.
Took me like two months but Y’KNOW WHATEVER. 

Stickers available on our shop and Etsy.

Original illustration:

Sooo, guess I’ll post these. Partly for filler, partly since showing practice crap might be good for me.

Because I’m still doing some Sherlock fanart junk, figured i’d do some likeness studies, especially since Martin Freeman’s really difficult for me to get down properly. I can practically draw Cumberbatch from memory sadlgkjhlkvjh ag;vozhfbz I just can’t draw round features for shit DAMMIT JOHN.

PS- I’m using a couple of these as prelims for actual illustrations DOUBLE USEAGE.

MORE CUTESY FILLER.

Guys, I don’t “ship” often.
Jim and Molly are my only real ship from Sherlock.
But I ship them SO HARD. : |

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I uploaded the cutesy Jim (he’s a sticker) about a week ago, but then modified it for this lil dumb thing. : | Couldn’t help myself.

Just a dumb little sign Coey and I made for our Sherlock Print Bags at conventions.
Coey insisted I post it LOL 

I’ve been having a rough year.
When my Pop died, it sort of broke my brain and the anxiety that lingered afterward has been popping up again this year.
When my head’s a mess, I’m practically crippled. I can’t think, I don’t understand things. Nothing makes sense when I’m like that, so I don’t make sense, either. I feel blind.

Coey’s my safe place. I’m able to be exposed and raw in front of him unlike anyone I’ve ever had before. As much as I care for all the important people in my life, I don’t have it in me to be so open with more than one. I’m just not that sort of person.
Co’s dealt with so much bullshit from me. But no matter how much of a handful I am- no matter how irritating my habits, how abrasive I get, or how much he compensates for my social dysfunctions -at the end of the day, Coey’s still here.
When I get my worst, I always think, “I’ve surely driven him away, this time.” But then he’ll still waiting for me when I come to bed, still wakes me up every morning with a kiss and smile. Shows me things are alright.

No one else could sort through the mess in my head, help me put things back in their place. No one else knows that part of me, or how I work.
He untangles my brain.

There’s no way to show him how grateful I am. It’s all so weighty in my mind and I just can’t get it out. I may have thanked him a thousand times but it hasn’t given me a shred of relief. How can you tell your fit how much it all means to you, especially from a difficult person like me?

So, I poured myself into this. It’s not much, it’s not even anything polished or final. But I made it in hopes the effort might help show you how grateful I am. And show everyone who sees this the same. You mean so much to me that I want everyone to know it. And know how good you are to me. But especially you- I want you to know how amazing you are, and how no one else would do.

Crappy phone-cam photos of my and Co’s Colossus collaboration.
One distant day, this might be finished. 

Sherlock watched the doctor faze out after his final string of words. John was a dweller, worrier. Sherlock was clearly alive before him, but he still seemed burdened by the idea that he had been dead. “Well, you’ve made your decision now- you can be yourself, again.” It wouldn’t be that easy, though Sherlock wouldn’t understand. “And it is a foolish decision, but you’ve tied my hands and I’ve nothing left but to accept it, even if bitterly. Your stubbornness might kill you alongside me, but-” he sighed, though it sounded more of relief than anger, “-we’ll just have to share a coffin, I suppose.”
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“Oh, God, share a coffin? With you?” John muttered, humour lacing his words. “I thought 221B was enough.” 

(Excerpt; Kenzie as John, Shy as Sherlock.)
(May or may not be finished. Part of a matching pair.) 

I drew and inked some badges of our Sherlock AU (rocker Sherlock, sailor John, and mod Jim) a couple weeks ago, and Coey coloured them. : D

Just a little drawing between working on other thingggsssssss.

I think I hate my wrist. It certainly hates me.