Self-explanatory.
Markers/inks. Enjoy!!!
Sheriarty! Also a bit Mormor, thanks to the sniper dots! This is definitely dedicated to anothermindpalace because she is my inspiration for getting into this pairing. :x Enjoy!
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For the “Let’s Draw Sherlock” challenge.
BBC meets Granada. Awesome.
Available as a print here.
DAAYYYUUUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM.
“I’m not dead.”
Totally just wasted 30 minutes of my life that ill never get back oh well.
Creepy and gorgeous and gorgeous.
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“I won’t settle for a life where I don’t get to do it”
WHYAMIDRAWINGALLTHESEFEELS
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“The Fall” (2012), measures 11x14.” One year ago today, Sherlock fell (and John seemed to fall with him). It seemed like an appropriate day to repost this painting.
The skull from the mantlepiece, Hamlet’s Yorick, or his own cracked skull if he had really fallen? My representation of mortality, infallibility, and Sherlock’s future struggle. Read more about this piece here.
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Gorgeous! Especially for the thought process behind the painting. An extract of the artist’s thoughts on the piece-
….Who knows what he’s up to after the Fall. Who knows whether he’s sustained bodily injury from the Fall. Who knows if he’s really hunting down Moriarty’s network (which is what my money’s on) or if he’s just kicking it back in France or Austria. But I’m sure, that to some extent, Sherlock Holmes is grieving and mourning the loss of something, his identity, his freedom, his freedom of having choices, his friends, John Watson, just as much as John and others are grieving him.
This painting is my metaphorical portrait of Sherlock after the Fall. He holds the skull in a moment reminiscent of Yorick from Hamlet: a stark reminder of mortality. At once, the skull, cracked and old, is also his own. His own decoy skull (perhaps he learned some tips from Irene Adler?), or a metaphorical one? If he had died at the Fall, that would be what his skull would have looked like. His body may be transport, but his mind is what makes him who he is, and if he did engineer his fall off that building, I’m sure it was a gamble to some extent, although I’m sure he has calculated the odds and found them to be survivable. But he wasn’t just banking on surviving the fall, he was gambling the integrity of his mind and his brain. As a metaphor for a Fall, yes, I think a broken, shattered skull is just the thing to remind him of how close he came to losing everything, and that he still might.](http://25.media.tumblr.com/a92e7388423b7ecfa9c86493b98c3842/tumblr_mgqaheTLer1s3o6aeo1_500.jpg)
“The Fall” (2012), measures 11x14.” One year ago today, Sherlock fell (and John seemed to fall with him). It seemed like an appropriate day to repost this painting.
The skull from the mantlepiece, Hamlet’s Yorick, or his own cracked skull if he had really fallen? My representation of mortality, infallibility, and Sherlock’s future struggle. Read more about this piece here.
Follow me on: [Twitter] [DeviantArt] [Facebook] [Livejournal]
Gorgeous! Especially for the thought process behind the painting. An extract of the artist’s thoughts on the piece-
….Who knows what he’s up to after the Fall. Who knows whether he’s sustained bodily injury from the Fall. Who knows if he’s really hunting down Moriarty’s network (which is what my money’s on) or if he’s just kicking it back in France or Austria. But I’m sure, that to some extent, Sherlock Holmes is grieving and mourning the loss of something, his identity, his freedom, his freedom of having choices, his friends, John Watson, just as much as John and others are grieving him.
This painting is my metaphorical portrait of Sherlock after the Fall. He holds the skull in a moment reminiscent of Yorick from Hamlet: a stark reminder of mortality. At once, the skull, cracked and old, is also his own. His own decoy skull (perhaps he learned some tips from Irene Adler?), or a metaphorical one? If he had died at the Fall, that would be what his skull would have looked like. His body may be transport, but his mind is what makes him who he is, and if he did engineer his fall off that building, I’m sure it was a gamble to some extent, although I’m sure he has calculated the odds and found them to be survivable. But he wasn’t just banking on surviving the fall, he was gambling the integrity of his mind and his brain. As a metaphor for a Fall, yes, I think a broken, shattered skull is just the thing to remind him of how close he came to losing everything, and that he still might.
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Grace’s Big Damn Reclist 25.1 - “Type III Error” by Alecto
Where to read: AO3
Author’s Summary:
Sherlock didn’t believe in the afterlife. But if he did, this (being stuck haunting a limping ex-Army doctor with supposed PTSD) wouldn’t have been what he’d imagined.
Rating: Mature
Genre: Alternate Universe. Medium-length fic (13k so far)
Relationships: Sherlock/John
Warnings: Major Character death(?), Masturbation, Violence.
Grace’s Warning: Work in Progress (but so worth the wait!)
What makes it special?
“Serial killers were Sherlock’s favorite. It was a shame there weren’t more of them at any given time. Lestrade would disagree, but he had a stunning lack of imagination.”
First paragraph, first chuckle. It didn’t take long until I was thoroughly hooked. As endlessly frustrating as his predicamentmight seem to Sherlock (and here I thought a living bored Sherlock was a terror), it’s very amusing to read. John’s particular way of dealing with things is delightfully true to canon as well.
I loved the early interplay between them - especially one noted difference to ASiP: incorporeal!Sherlock seems even more fascinated and affected by John Watson in action. Not surprisingly, considering what the mind-numbingly dullness does to both of them, but satisfying and interesting nonetheless. Sherlock is very much his pre-John self, obnoxoius, mischievous and not above some viciousness to get what he wants. Yet it’s so heartwarming to see how good those two are for each other - if one doesn’t drive the other mad first.
The pace and setting kept me excited, eager to find out what would happen next and what exactly was going on in the first place. There’s some hot scenes (“desperate need for data” indeed), as well as some beautiful and confusing ones - like that blink-and-miss-it at the end of Chapter 6, echoing canon, haunting in more than one sense. If I’m not much mistaken there’ll be some casefic or action later as well. After all, there’s a (serial) murderer on the loose…
Grace’s Big Damn Reclist 24.3 - “And the Cat Came Back” by Ishmael
Where to read: AO3
Author’s Summary:
He names the cat “Stupid.” He’s briefly tempted to name it after the last insufferable, arrogant dick he lived with but—
There are enough people thinking he’s daft as it is.
John Watson is not a cat person. That doesn’t seem to matter to this particular cat.
Rating: Teen and Up
Genre: Angst, Fluff, Grief/Mourning, Humor
Relationships: Gen
Warnings: Nothing beyond what’s in the BBC series
What makes it special?
The excerpt in the summary looked promising enough, and it didn’t take long until I knew I had found an absolute keeper.
Mrs Hudson gives him bags of cat food and litter. “Just this once, mind. You’ll need to get it yourself next time.”
“There won’t be a next time. The cat is leaving,” John insists.
It’s a war of attrition and the cat is winning.
Poor John… the joys of being a cat-owner owned without ever wanting to. ^^ But I totally lost it at the cheese scene (totally cat-unrelated btw).
Honestly, what’s not to like? This fic is full of humor, from the wry and bleak kind to the hilarous, but it can wipe the smile off your face just as fast. Here there be heartbreak, loneliness and a fair amount of anger, all wonderfully in-character, yet also a lot of warmth.
If you want a good laugh along wth your Reichenbach feels, don’t miss out on this.
Grace’s Big Damn Reclist 24.2 - The “Reichenbach to Return” series by missilemuse
Where to read: AO3
Author’s Summary:
(1) For someone who was a genius, he was realizing too many things for the first time…
(2) Sherlock has always been his voice of reason.
(3) From the man, who had only given orders…
(4) Irene had no intention of being indebted to him forever…
(5) Only with acceptance, can there be recovery…
Rating: Teen and Up
Genre: Angst, Friendship, Grief/Mourning, a dash of Humor. 5 One-shots, ~11k words total.
Relationships: Gen
Warnings: Major Character Death
What makes it special?
This series is my personal “Carl Powers Case”, the moment where I decided to become involved. Where I couldn’t just smile and nod and bookmark but had to go and comment, because I’d be damned if lack of feedback would discourage the author from writing more.
Originally I read those in entirely the wrong order, starting with “Restitution” (“Raison d’être” hadn’t been written yet), on the kinkmeme and LJ. Luckily they work just as great as standalones.
By the end of “Restitution”, I was impressed with the clear style that had - for my taste - just the right balance between flow and love for details, the clever and amusing nod to ACD canon, and the Diogenes Club exchange that was as outrageous as it was believable. While the sentiment and behind-the-scenes knowledge of Irene and Mycroft doesn’t mesh with my own headcanon on all counts, I felt that missilemuse got something right about the heart and soul of BBC Sherlock I hadn’t found in another writer’s words before.
By the end of “Voice of Reason” I was stunned and smiling and choking back tears.
It’s the seemingly effortless weaving of canon, “missing scenes” and new developments post-TRF that makes this series such a captivating read, but it’s the way it reawakens all the emotions as well that makes it unforgettable.
When I found this series eleven months ago, it soothed and doomed me at the same time, because S3 never felt as near as it did while reading “R2R”.
Grace’s Big Damn Reclist 23.1 - “All My Secrets Away” by travels_in_time
Where to read: AO3
Author’s Summary:
Written for a prompt on the kinkmeme: “Lestrade doesn’t have a first name. He gave it away in exchange for _____? Gen or Sherlock/Lestrade preferred.”
Rating: General Audiences
Genre: Magical Realism, not s2-compliant. Medium-length fic.
Relationships: Gen
Warnings: Nothing beyond what’s in the BBC series
What makes it special?
Got a moment? Bear with me please: Remember that surprise!Lestrade scene from “Hounds”? Read the prompt. Read the publish date of this story. Finally, read the author’s pseudonym. Yeah.
This is a tale in the truest sense, enchanting, bitter-sweet, and creepy. The mystical doesn’t overshadow but rather enhance the humanity of the characters. This is one of those fics that lives between the lines, plays with meaning and implications, intentions and consequences, and I adore that.
She’s found a price she’ll accept from him, even if he doesn’t realize what it is yet.”You would trade places with him.”
He doesn’t give himself time to think. “Yes.”
Kid!Greg is so adorable, brave, responsible and kind from such an early age. I just wanted to hug the poor boy. By the time he gave up his name I was awed, but what really made me blink back tears was the moment directly afterwards.
Oh, and this, which tells so much about all three of them:
“The doctors say he’s recuperating remarkably well,” Mycroft agrees, when Sherlock only glares sullenly at Lestrade. “He has you to thank for that, I believe. It was very kind of you.”
“Some people,” Sherlock growls, his voice hoarse, “are too kind for their own damn good.” He’s not looking at either of them, and Lestrade can’t tell whether that remark was aimed at him or Mycroft.
Mycroft sighs, and looks apologetically at Lestrade. “You helped my brother, Detective Inspector. I’m afraid he may never forgive you.”
Grace’s Big Damn Reclist 22.2 - “Ghosts” by holyfant
Where to read: AO3
Author’s Summary:
It’s not that Sherlock believes in in vino veritas. It’s that he believes in John.
Written for this kink meme prompt: “tl;dr: John becomes an alcoholic after the Fall. He spends every night in a bar, drinking and telling stories. One night Sherlock is there and he suffers through John’s reminiscences. But some time later he finishes with his hunt after Moriarty’s men and comes back to rescue John from drinking himself to death.”
Rating: Teen and Up
Genre: Grief/Mourning, H/C (in a way), Reunion, Romance. Medium-length fic.
Relationships: Sherlock/John
Warnings: Addiction, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Post-TRF
What makes it special?
This one drew me in from the beginning, not just because of the promising prompt but due to the way the author weaves words into moods, vivid and painful and gorgeous.
Hell, if someone equally talented would podfic this, I would gladly close my eyes and pretend Series 3 came early, because I’d see it all perfectly!
I’m firmly in the “John wouldn’t really think about suicide, but he would fall apart in a sense” camp, and addictions seem to run in the family plus are canon-compliant (although it was mostly a faible for betting/gambling if memory doesn’t fail me) so John taking a page out of Harry Watson’s book to get through life-after-Sherlock is a soul punch all by itself.
That telling “I’d rather not” made my heart clench the first time I read this. Those are the moments that make wonderful fics so damn hard to write about, because you’re so busy feeling conflicting emotions, your mind is stuck on “Thisthisthis!”, which makes for awesome memories but awful reccing. ^^ And considering the rest of the emotional turmoil that fic unleashes, I hadn’t seen nothing yet.
Heartbreaking, heartwarming, raw and beautiful. So in character. Don’t miss out on this one. Honestly, don’t.
