1. hellooo-trickster asked you:
    If you’re still taking requests: Sherlock and John take a trip to the swimming pool… and let’s just say, Sherlock’s not a big fan of water :3
    I did the second one first but I didn’t like it so I did the poolside one

  2. wellingtongoose asked me to draw something for her totally adorable fic Ginger with a Chance of Freckles! Which is yes, Cabinlock! Martin as the youngest Holmes, in London for a few days between flights. Madness and Mycroft and Martin and Mayhem abound!

    wellingtongoose asked me to draw something for her totally adorable fic Ginger with a Chance of Freckles!

    Which is yes, Cabinlock! Martin as the youngest Holmes, in London for a few days between flights. Madness and Mycroft and Martin and Mayhem abound!

  3.  BadgerLALA Wrote… I would like to see something inspired by my fic ‘Through Time‘ It’s an AU story where Sherlock is over 200 years old, he got cursed to an immoral life and the curse won’t get broken until he find the love of his life(yes it’s John). 

     BadgerLALA Wrote…

    I would like to see something inspired by my fic ‘Through Time‘ It’s an AU story where Sherlock is over 200 years old, he got cursed to an immoral life and the curse won’t get broken until he find the love of his life(yes it’s John). 

  4. Wellingtongoose  requested … I’d love to see a three way argument between Sherlock, Mycroft and Martin: violin bows, umbrellas and flight manuals at the ready.  I made them younger, for dignity’s sake, though I may follow up with adults. Martin follows Sherlock’s lead in everything, and that includes tormenting Mycroft

    Wellingtongoose  requested … I’d love to see a three way argument between Sherlock, Mycroft and Martin: violin bows, umbrellas and flight manuals at the ready. 

    I made them younger, for dignity’s sake, though I may follow up with adults. Martin follows Sherlock’s lead in everything, and that includes tormenting Mycroft

  5. Drawn by request for floppybelly’s story… because I always love Bros. Oneword: Rattle John had snuck back into Mycroft’s sitting room after dinner, and had pulled out yet another book of old photos. Not nearly SO old this time, however, as they were printed in color with only a little bit of a grainy texture. The dates in the corners confirmed, 1970s. He flipped through pictures of a happy nuclear family dressed in only the finest of garb; their ten-year-old son was holding a newborn. The parents regarded each other with a cold fondness. The young boy, John presumed Mycroft, was the only one in the picture who still had the nerve to smile. He was beaming down at his new baby brother, like he was the most cherished possession in the world. A few pages later, and the date showed 06 01 1974. An infant with matted dark curls sat in a high seat, his face smothered in cake. In one hand he held more out to his brother, in the other hand he tightly gripped at a giant, old-fashioned magnifying glass. “Happy 1st Birthday,” the banner on his chair read. John smiled and tried not to get emotional at the sight, a young budding detective with this glass as his plaything instead of any ordinary baby’s rattle. He wondered what had happened to these two brothers and their family, which forced them into the strained relationship they had now.

    Drawn by request for floppybelly’s story…

    because I always love Bros.

    Oneword: Rattle

    John had snuck back into Mycroft’s sitting room after dinner, and had pulled out yet another book of old photos. Not nearly SO old this time, however, as they were printed in color with only a little bit of a grainy texture. The dates in the corners confirmed, 1970s. He flipped through pictures of a happy nuclear family dressed in only the finest of garb; their ten-year-old son was holding a newborn. The parents regarded each other with a cold fondness. The young boy, John presumed Mycroft, was the only one in the picture who still had the nerve to smile. He was beaming down at his new baby brother, like he was the most cherished possession in the world.

    A few pages later, and the date showed 06 01 1974. An infant with matted dark curls sat in a high seat, his face smothered in cake. In one hand he held more out to his brother, in the other hand he tightly gripped at a giant, old-fashioned magnifying glass. “Happy 1st Birthday,” the banner on his chair read.

    John smiled and tried not to get emotional at the sight, a young budding detective with this glass as his plaything instead of any ordinary baby’s rattle. He wondered what had happened to these two brothers and their family, which forced them into the strained relationship they had now.

  6. Drawn by request for floppybelly ’s story… Oneword: beehive John longed to scratch his side. He squirmed uncomfortably as the itch nagged at him, almost as though it knew he couldn’t get to it through the thick-hided beekeeping suit. “Aren’t you almost done, Sherlock? I can’t believe you’re doing this.” Sherlock withdrew his head from the giant beehive, the last in a line of five. “Yes, that should do it. Now I just need to run these samples against the one found on the victim. Let’s go.” Sherlock immediately started making towards the rental car, leaving John struggling with his suit and trying to apologize to the beekeeper. “Hold up,” he called to the impatient detective, “Some people actually use the equipment designed for this job. We’re not all miraculous bee-whisperers, you know.” Sherlock only laughed as he leaned against the car, suckling the raw honey from his fingers. All of the one-shots are fantastic, please go read them!

    Drawn by request for floppybelly ’s story…


    Oneword: beehive

    John longed to scratch his side. He squirmed uncomfortably as the itch nagged at him, almost as though it knew he couldn’t get to it through the thick-hided beekeeping suit. “Aren’t you almost done, Sherlock? I can’t believe you’re doing this.”

    Sherlock withdrew his head from the giant beehive, the last in a line of five. “Yes, that should do it. Now I just need to run these samples against the one found on the victim. Let’s go.” Sherlock immediately started making towards the rental car, leaving John struggling with his suit and trying to apologize to the beekeeper.

    “Hold up,” he called to the impatient detective, “Some people actually use the equipment designed for this job. We’re not all miraculous bee-whisperers, you know.”

    Sherlock only laughed as he leaned against the car, suckling the raw honey from his fingers.

    All of the one-shots are fantastic, please go read them!

  7. OliveTheBreloom requested Potterlock! Sorry it’s not…fancier! I’ll try to do something proper soon, but I didn’t want you to think I forgot! Oh, I know I can’t afford to get into another crossover but….oh…I do like Potterlock…So probably not the last you’ll see of this.I made John Gryffindor and Sherlock Ravenclaw, though I can understand the debate over it. I didn’t color it though, so you can pretend if you like. If you want to hear my reasons for Houses…well i won’t clutter this caption with it, but I assure you I have them.

    OliveTheBreloom requested Potterlock! Sorry it’s not…fancier! I’ll try to do something proper soon, but I didn’t want you to think I forgot!

    Oh, I know I can’t afford to get into another crossover but….oh…I do like Potterlock…So probably not the last you’ll see of this.

    I made John Gryffindor and Sherlock Ravenclaw, though I can understand the debate over it. I didn’t color it though, so you can pretend if you like. 

    If you want to hear my reasons for Houses…well i won’t clutter this caption with it, but I assure you I have them.