Sherlock Fanfic - Blog Posts
me: enters the fandom in 2022 and looks for fanfics of the characters watching the show for hours
also me: finds one and really enjoys it but then realises its from 2019 and probably not getting updates :(((
Getting off the more heavy stuff I have posted on my blog lately, here's some art.
It's not intended to be a clean or very detailed drawing. More concept art, I guess? but I figured I would post this doodle I drew on my phone of Sherlock's zookeeper outfit for my fic. I didn't feel like drawing a background this time. I've been very tired. Lol.
You can check out my fic here. It is unfinished, but I hope you lot enjoy it anyway! 💛
This is some art that I made for a future chapter in my fic. Yes, he is in a lion mascot outfit. I promise it will make sense. They are at the zoo for a case. I haven't gotten to this part in my fic yet, but you lot are welcome to read what I have so far!
This is the top part of a W.I.P. drawing for a future chapter in my fic that I am currently writing here ⬇️
If I posted the whole thing it would look so absurd out of context. Lmao. So, for now, enjoy a frightened Sherlock. Lol. 💛
(If you figure out what he is wearing, I promise it will make sense later on. Lmao)
Got done with a quick drawing of (BBC) John Watson for a fic I am working on! I thought these two little drawings came out well. ^^ 💛
(I didn't really put a background on either or pose John in the first one because it was supposed to be a basic character concept art piece. The image quality may be shit, so I apologise.)
(Yes, the leg pun is intentional. More leg pun bs to come. [:<)
Also, I will be posting the first few chapters of the fic here soon if anyone would like to read it! 💛
You can find the W.I.P Fic on A03 here ⬇️
I will try and upload as much as I can on it. I hope you enjoy it so far!! 💛
Sure…
Yeah, I know that happens to me, too, all the time.
Fanfiction just “appearing” without even searching for it. It’s like a sign from the universe.
I’ve been there, lived that, many times.
Some days you are fine, some other you find yourself accidentally reading bbc jonhlock for the first time.
“accidentally”
Some days you are fine, some other you find yourself accidentally reading bbc jonhlock for the first time.
Haiiii (this is from the show "FortySomething")
Ok so, I saw something on Pinterest showing Benedict with this jumper. And I was like woaaah such a cutie :0
So I went on YouTube and searched for the show "FortySomething" and took this cute pic
:3
If Irene Adler had been a men (Irwin Adler) !
Si Irène Adler avait ètè un homme (Irwin Adler) !
I imagine how looks like “Harry” Watson, and...
I’m thinking about writing fanfics
Im thinking about writing fanfics so here’s some fandoms I’m willing (and am) going to write for:
Movies:
The Outsiders
Scream (original)
The Lost Boys
The Goonies
Lethal Weapon
Silence of the Lambs
Rocky Horror Picture Show
Ghostbusters
Television shows:
House MD
Sherlock
Ghost Adventures
Legion
Musicians/bands:
Queen
Nirvana
The Cure
Green day
The Sex Pistols
David Bowie
Other:
Sally Face
Sam and Colby (platonic only)
Creepypastas
I’m probably going to update/change my answers at a later date but this is it for now. If y’all have and ideas or AUs y’all wanna see just comment or dm me
love y’all -TY
Quiet. (A Sherlock Drabble)
A/N: SPOILER ALERT. Not a ton is spoiled, but if you haven’t seen any of the new season yet, MOVE ALONG AND WATCH THAT FIRST. Come back to this tumblr tag when you’ve watched it, it’s better if you don’t have it spoiled for you.
"Sherlock?" John frowned up the stairs, shifting the shopping to his other hand and shaking out the one that'd been carrying it the entire way back. It was oddly silent, which was usually not a good sign. He was used to being greeted by Rosie's chatter and giggling, Mrs. Hudson's chattering in baby talk or ranting at Sherlock, or, on particularly bad days, to a note from Mrs. Hudson saying she and Rosie were out on a walk and the sound of gunshots and "BORED!" Today, he was greeted by nothing at all.
Deciding that perhaps shouting had been a bad idea, he took the stairs quietly, straining for every sound and trying to calculate how long it'd take to reach his gun and if he could do it before someone had time to get to him. Every creak made his heart pump faster and his grip on the banister tighter. He paused at the top of the stairs to listen at the door. All he could hear on the other side was what might be breathing. Slowly, he turned the knob, and opened the door just a crack...then a little more...and then it was all the way open.
The sight was not what he expected. Scattered all over the floor were Rosie's toys. Her little building blocks, a chunky book called Goodnight Moon, and, for some reason, a bib were in something of a trail leading up to Sherlock's chair, which was vacant except for his violin and bow, and a small stuffed bear. Glancing at the kitchen, John saw Rosie's high chair, covered in some unidentifiable baby food, set up by the table, with an arm's reach of clean space cleared off next to it. When his eyes swept back across the room, they landed on the couch. He was caught somewhere between surprise and the biggest smile he'd ever had on his face.
Sherlock was fast asleep, a rare enough occurrence on it's own. His blue bathrobe was tangled under him, sleeves pushed up unevenly, and his hair was properly a mess as opposed to its usual styled mess. He seemed to have a few splotches of the baby food on him as well, staining his t shirt. Curled up on his chest was Rosie, fast asleep, also covered in food, one hand wrapped around one of Sherlock's fingers. Both of them were smiling in their sleep.
John shook his head, trying not to laugh too loudly as he started to clean up. Today, he didn't mind.