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Published: 2010-09-13 01:02:34 +0000 UTC; Views: 150728; Favourites: 5438; Downloads: 1733
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More BBC's Sherlock art.I just...love those writers. They love sticking stuff in there that make our imaginations go crazy. <3 Seriously, if you haven't seen this show you need to. It's 3, 90 minute episodes! ONLY 3! Go watch them!
Anyways, I may come back and work on this more later. Just something fast I did. But John's shoulders seem too small? His head too big? IDK MAN. Let me know what you think?
Sherlock is backing John against a wall underneath an overpass. PLEASE feel free to write some dialogue here or picture your own scenario.
I suck at London skylines, I promise I'll do more research when I draw them again.
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Edit // November
Still VERY flattered by the response to this guys!
Thank you so much for the kind words! A few people even wrote tiny ficlets/drabbles into the comments. I wanted to share them here. [link] by ~bienaime
[link] by ~killeraardvark
[link] by ~blaizeskulduggery10
[link] by ~Gumby95
[link] by *MixedMayhemPro
[link] by ~Abbyleaf101
[link] by ~Bloody--Roses
[link] by ~sweet92590
[link] by ~carnemire
This is a fantastic longer fic hosted over at livejournal:
[link] Ahhh so good! *_*
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WARNING! Carry on reading! Or you will die, even if you only looked at the word warning!
Once there was a little girl called Clarissa, she was ten-years-old and she lived in a mental hospital, because she killed her mom and her dad. She got so bad she went to kill all the staff in the hospital so the More-government decided that best idea was to get rid of her so they set up a special room to kill her, as humane as possible but it went wrong the machine they were using went wrong. And she sat there in agony for hours until she died.
Now every week on the day of her death she returns to the person that reads this letter, on a monday night at 12:00a.m. She creeps into your room and kills you slowly, by cutting you and watching you bleed to death.
Now send this to ten other pictures on this one site, and she will haunt someone else who doesn't. This isn't fake. apparently, if u copy and paste this to ten comments in the next ten minutes u will have the best day of ur life tomorrow. u will either get kissed or asked out, if u break this chain u will see a little dead girl in your room tonight. in 53 mins someone will say i love you or im sorry
Im sorry Im just so scared
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I am going to kms oh no
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This one keeps me coming back. So beautifully done!
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I wrote a oneshot for you as well. It's called, 'It All Started With A Row'. If you read it, I hope you enjoy it. :3
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This is so perfect I love this picture I really love it it's like the Mona Lisa of all Johnlock art I've ever seen and I just want to bow down to the awesome person who made this I admire your skills
Well I guess if it wouldn't be illegal here to spray graffitis I would run out of my room right now and I'd paint this picture all over my hometown so I could look at it every day
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I'mma write a fic about this, kay? It will be mild Johnlock, but a twist on season 2 finale (I still cry upon watching the scene T^T) I'll link back when I'm done ^^
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"Sherlock...", john whispered in a frightened tone. Sherlock was coming closer, backing John up against a wall.
"Please John, you know what i feel about you", the detective said in his deep voice.
"Sherlock...I'm not gay, let me go", the doctor said and tried to get away, but sherlock was keeping him in place.
"Listen to me John, i know i'm maybe not the most loving person on earth...", Sherlock started and John snorted. "Okay i'm maybe the least loving person on earth, but i know i love you, you should be flattered".
"Flattered...FLATTERED, Sherlock you've been treating me like trash for the past 2 months, how flattering is that", John said and tried to push harder to get away. Sherlock took john around his wrists with his hands and pressed John back. He lowered his head down to the smaller mans ear and whispered:" I'm sorry John, this is still new to me and...and...first i didn't know what was wrong, but everytime you came i couldn't think clear and it annoyed me, that's why i was treating you bad", the detective started. He could feel John relax a little more and continued:" But after some time i figured out that it's because i love you John. Waking every morning to see you, humming while making tea, to hear all those kind words you say when i solve a case, words that no one ever uses, to sit in the chair opposite you in the evening, just watching you, i couldn't ask for more". He rised his head again to face the doctor again. John dropped a couple of tears, looking Sherlock into the eyes. The detective released John's wrists again, waiting for him to run away, but that never happened.
"John", whispered the taller man:" I know i've been acting like an idiot towards you and you have the full right to be angry with me, just...don't...leave me". John looked up into Sherlock's light blue eyes, before pressing a gentle kiss towards the detective's lips.
"Of course i won't leave you", the doctor said:" I'm yours". Sherlock looked a little confused at the smaller man, then he started to smile, before giving john a more passiontated kiss, causing them both to loose their breaths.
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I JUST MADE THE MOST INHUMAN SQUEAL... OH MY GAWD
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omg!!! This is so perfect 
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YESSSHHH!!!!!!!!! I could NEVER write that well. LOVE THIS!!!!
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omg. that is awesome. hahaha
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Aww, man... I don't even like the pairing but... the feels of this pic... I can't help loving it. So beautiful!!
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This is fantastic! I hope you do not mind that I wrote a bit of dialogue for this! Apologies if it is not that well written; it is my first Sherlock fanfiction.
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‘You’re not him,’ the man against the wall muttered, ‘you can’t be him. Sherlock Holmes fell to his death two years ago. You’re not him.’
Sherlock frowned. ‘John,’ he started.
‘No! You’re just an illusion, you can’t be really here.’ John choked on the last word, squeezing his eyes shut and wishing it would stop.
‘I’m sorry John.’ The consulting detective laid his hand on the brick wall, and pressed his forehead against the crown of John’s head. The former army doctor froze at the contact and minutely scowled.
‘I’m back John.’
‘No you’re not.’
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I believe the official fangirl explanation for what just happened in my bedroom would read as "death by nosebleed".
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((SMALL SPOILERS FOR ANYONE YOU HASN'T SEEN SEASON 3))
OMFG! I wanted them to hug in season 3 so badly... but instead john decided, "oh your alive... hmmm, let's just go ahead and put you back in your grave where you belong..." but he got a hug from lestrade... and anderson went insane trying to prove sherlock was alive... LIke litterally joker laugh insane >.>
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I totally agree with you! I love Sherlock!!!! I am going into withdrawal just waiting for the third season to come out on DVD! I just had to ask......I don't really understand why everybody thinks that they are in love? I hope that didn't offend you. I love the picture and you so don't suck at drawing London skylines. I probably couldn't even draw the Ferris Wheel and it would end up looking like a pie! I am not the best at drawing but I hope to get better. I think this is wonderful. I still hope I didn't offend you by asking that. I would love to know what your technique is so that I can hopefully draw something that might actually come out looking like a person one of these days!
Laura
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I just...don't know what to say...really...this took my brain and shut him down...really great job
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Moi j'essaie:
C'etait Une pleine lune Cette nuit-là, Un ciel sans l'ONU grain de nuage. LES ETOILES la DANS CE CIEL SI luisaient parfait, le vent souffle Lentement et d'Elle caresse délicatement Les feuilles des arbres. Les rayons de la lune éclairaient Les Pas de Sherlock et John, ILS avaient l'air déçu, John etait triste et IL y Avait Du DANS SES yeux de regret. Sherlock également Avait du regret. UNE JEUNE FEMME A ETAI Mar Devant Leurs yeux, impuissants, ILS n'ont rien pu faire.
Quand la personne QUI LA tuer etait Partie, le détective, c'etait agenouiller prés d'Elle et l'Avait légérement levé pendentif Que John Essaya désespéramment d'Arrêter l'hémorragie. La Seule Choisi qu'elle voulait avant de mourir etait de savoir Que ça mère voulait Lui pardonné. Sherlock PRIT fils portable, ruban Le Numéro et colla le téléphone à l'oreille de la femme. Ses dernieres paroles, l'Avait Rendu triste, pendentif CE tribunal instant il session de revues faire les adieux à Jean. Une larme Avait coulé sur sa joue.
Maintenant, ILS de de Sont à la recherche de L'Homme qui la tuer, il Avait couru jusqu'ici, non-loin se Trouve non viaduc surement Abandonner.
"Est tu Sûr Qu'il est ici ? "
Sherlock soupire à la question de fils ami, John regardait de droite à gauche et fils SUJET se pose Sur un buisson. Un homme en sortait.
'' Là! '' S'écria-t-il
le voulait Il Suivre, MAIS Sherlock l'attrape par le bras en Lui Disant qu'il connaissait l'ONU raccourci. ILS couraient ONU long moment avant d'Arrivant au Même instantanée Que le tueur sur la voie juin, l'homme traversa et sous les yeux des Deux Garçons, Une voiture le percutait de plus belle.
'' Merde ... Appele Lestrade, dit Lui Que Nous Avions Un Nouveau mort''
'' OK''
John PRIT fils téléphone et il appelait Greg. Sherlock se dirigeait vers le chemin, John raccrocha et il rejoint le détective en Quelque foulée. ILS revenaient de nouveau au viaduc, John voulait dire Quelque Chose pour briser le silence de plomb Qui Règne, MAIS Sherlock plaque Contre le mur de l'ONU et approche fils visage de celui de son fils fils ami, la respiration du détective etait lente, longue interest chaude, Les lèvres de Sherlock se pressaient Contre Celle de John, CE DERNIER surpris, fit les grands yeux et avala non gémissement. La respiration du docteur etait courte et rapide, Sherlock ferma la cour Un instant les yeux avant de les rouvrir.
Il approfondit le baiser, la langue de John glissait Doucement Dans la Bouche du détective. Les lèvres de Sherlock se détachaient pendentif ONU cour Un instant
'' Sherl ... ''
Les lèvres de Sherlock se pressaient de nouveau sur Celles de John. MAIS le délicat baiser etait en plus les tribunaux, la tête de Sherlock se Baissa au Niveau du cou de son fils fils ami et déposa un baiser au creux de fils cou. John se sentait mal à l'aise face à cette situation de juin à. Il repousse Doucement le garçon, plus grande Que Lui. Leurs fronts se touchaient.
'' Tu ne m'aimes pas? '' Demande Sherlock.
Le détective Avait Une voix douce et reposante Que d'habitude.
'' Si, MAIS Pas à Point de se la ... Sommes nous amis et rien de majoration. ''
ILS SE regardaient pendant ONU long moment avant Qué Sherlock fît Trois petit pas en arrière Pas à contre cœur, versez Pouvoir libéré John.
'' Je Crois Que Lestrade est là''
'' Tu en raison S'en Doute'' Dit John en s'éloignant du mur.
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Désoler petite problème technique le revoilà mais en mieux :
Moi j'essaie:
C'etait Une pleine lune Cette nuit-là, Un ciel sans l'ONU grain de nuage. LES ETOILES DANS CE luisaient ciel si parfait, le vent souffle Lentement et Elle caresse délicatement les feuilles des arbres. Les rayons de la lune éclairaient Les Pas de Sherlock et John, ILS avaient l'air déçu, John etait triste et IL y Avait Du DANS SES regret yeux. Sherlock also Avait du regret. UNE JEUNE FEMME A ETAI Mar Devant Leurs yeux, impuissants, ILS n'ont rien pu faire.
Quand la personne QUI LA tuer etait Partie, le détective, c'etait agenouiller prés d'Elle et l'Avait légérement levé pendentif Que John Essaya désespéramment d'Arrêter l'hémorragie. La Seule choisi qu'elle voulait avant de mourir etait de savoir Que ça mère voulait Lui pardonné. Sherlock PRIT fils portable, ruban Le Numéro et colla le téléphone à l'oreille de la femme. Ses dernieres paroles, l'Avait Rendu triste, pendentif CE tribunal instant il session revues faire les adieux à Jean. Une larme Avait coulé sur sa joue.
Maintenant, ILS de Sont à la recherche de L'Homme qui la tuer, il Avait couru jusqu'ici, non-loin se Trouve non viaduc surement Abandonner.
"Est tu sûr Qu'il est ici? "
Sherlock soupire à la question de fils ami, John regardait de droite à gauche et son sujet se pose Sur un buisson. Un homme en sortait.
'' Là! '' S'écria-t-il
le voulait Il Suivre, MAIS Sherlock l'attrape par le bras en Lui Disant qu'il connaissait l'ONU raccourci. ILS couraient ONU long moment avant d'arrivant au Même instant Que le tueur sur la route juin, l'homme traversa et sous les yeux des Deux Garçons, Une voiture le percutait de plus belle.
'' Merde ... Appele Lestrade, dit Lui Que Nous Avions Un Nouveau mort''
'' OK''
John PRIT fils téléphone et il appelait Greg. Sherlock se dirigeait vers le chemin, John raccrocha et il rejoint le détective en Quelque foulée. ILS revenaient de nouveau au viaduc, John voulait dire Quelque Chose pour briser le silence de plomb Qui Règne, MAIS Sherlock plaque Contre le mur de l'ONU et approach fils visage de celui de son fils ami, la respiration du détective etait lente, longue intérêt chaude, Les lèvres de Sherlock se pressaient Contre Celle de John, CE DERNIER surpris, fit les grands yeux et avala non gémissement. La respiration du docteur etait courte et rapide, Sherlock ferma la cour Un instant les yeux avant de les rouvrir.
Il approfondit le baiser, la langue de John glissait Doucement Dans la Bouche du détective. Les lèvres de Sherlock se détachaient pendentif ONU cour Un instant
'' Sherl ... ''
Les lèvres de Sherlock se pressaient de nouveau sur Celles de John. MAIS le délicat baiser etait en plus court, la tête de Sherlock se Baissa au Niveau du cou de son fils ami et déposa un baiser au creux de fils cou. John se sentait mal à l'aise face à une situation this. Il repousse Doucement le garçon, plus grande Que Lui. Leurs fronts se touchaient.
'' Tu ne m'aimes pas? '' Demande Sherlock.
Le détective Avait Une voix douce et reposante Que d'habitude.
'' Si, MAIS Pas à point de se la ... Sommes nous amis et rien de majoration. ''
ILS SE regardaient pendant ONU long moment avant Qué Sherlock fît Trois petit pas en arrière Pas à contre cœur, versez Pouvoir libéré John.
'' Je Crois Que Lestrade est là''
'' Tu en raison S'en Doute'' Dit John en s'éloignant du mur.
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You've given links you wonderful, wonderful person.
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I can't watch them! im in america! but i wish i could ive seen scraps and bits on youtube and i so badly want to watch it D: . good work BTW really love it.
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It's on DVD. I rented all three seasons from my library and love the show now. John is so tiny compared to everyone else and I love it- so cute
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i got all three seasons on DvD now
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If you have Netflix. It is on there. Both seasons.
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i do have netflix but i also have all three seasons on dvd as well
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But not Season three. D:<
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oh my~ I love those two together <333
also, I read a fic last week that might interest you~ because it starts with a situation like this xD
heres the link: [link]
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I completely understand where the "don't" part, but all I can see at this moment in time is John being ravaged against the wall and Sherlock being a particularly predatory man.
That would be the part that hit me right in the ovaries.
But yes, I see the don't side of it too and that's just so scary for jawn.....
And that...THAT...hit me right in the heart.
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