COMMISSIONS ARE OPEN
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REQUESTS ARE CLOSED
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Who: no-life animation student
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Where: In the middle of nowhere...somewhere in Poland
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What: things I like, don't like, don't care about and everything else. Probably lots of Sherlock. and my art.
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Why: ...meh
2 days ago | 238 notes | Reblog
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whomon
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gillyinthecity:

I got the most amazing commission from Aiwa!!!! With all of this Pokemon Sherlock stuff, I felt like the doctor needed some mon love too :) Ninetails is rose, Zoroark is Donna, Lucario is Martha, Luxray is Captain Jack Harkness, Milotic is Sarah Jane, and Herdier is Wilfred Mott. 
THANK YOU SO MUCH AIWA!!!! Her commissions are still open, so if you have a dream, make sure to hire her to bring it to life! Info here.

gillyinthecity:

I got the most amazing commission from Aiwa!!!! With all of this Pokemon Sherlock stuff, I felt like the doctor needed some mon love too :) Ninetails is rose, Zoroark is Donna, Lucario is Martha, Luxray is Captain Jack Harkness, Milotic is Sarah Jane, and Herdier is Wilfred Mott. 

THANK YOU SO MUCH AIWA!!!! Her commissions are still open, so if you have a dream, make sure to hire her to bring it to life! Info here.

4 days ago | 61 notes | Reblog
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so old
my animation
my art

aw, look what I’ve found. From my first year.

6 days ago | 56 notes | Reblog
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I want lestrade to have his dragon too…and I want it to be heavy type, with big paws. Yup, that’s what I want.

I want lestrade to have his dragon too…and I want it to be heavy type, with big paws. Yup, that’s what I want.

6 days ago | 50 notes | Reblog
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I think I’ve got face for lestrade’s drac

I think I’ve got face for lestrade’s drac

1 week ago | 259 notes | Reblog
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johnlock
took me forever
again
I'm fokin slow
I might color it later
idk
my art
1 week ago | 309 notes | Reblog
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in my headcannon John would help in the academy's nursery
gathering experience
coz he want to be a medic and stuff
idk
besides he would be a great dragon mommy
he doesn't care about few skratches and burns
yepp
anyway
a quick sketch I did after I woke up
my art
doodle
kinda

Mummy John dealing with two grumpy babies? You should have let them sleep, John.

Mummy John dealing with two grumpy babies? You should have let them sleep, John.

1 week ago | 1,064 notes | Reblog
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they don't give fuck about safety eh?
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minusculemouse said: knight versions of whoever u want??
Does a dragon rider count as a knight?? … Well that was the first thing I thought of so there.

minusculemouse said: knight versions of whoever u want??

Does a dragon rider count as a knight?? … Well that was the first thing I thought of so there.

1 week ago | 2,789 notes | Reblog
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I haven't made a comic for ages
took me forever
and maybe one day I'll be smart enough to check tumblr resolutions BEFORE I start drawing lineart
oh well
my art
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I hope what I wrote is english
weddinglock
asked you: Johnlock wedding jitters?
 
So I got this prompt and this silly thing happened. I don’t even know. >.<’
2 weeks ago | 44 notes | Reblog
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WIP page2

WIP page2

2 weeks ago | 756 notes | Reblog
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not my writing
obviously
I don't write
ever
too hard
ficklet
otp-consulting-idiots:

aiwa-sensei:


otp-consulting-idiots asked you:

If you’re still doing the Johnlock requests, how about some parentlock? John reading a story and both Sherlock and their kid falling asleep? Please?
Parentlock is my weakness.

"… The evening was closing in, and his cloaked figure quickly vanished into the twilight. Frodo did not see him again for a long time."
John closed the book and set it aside, looking down at their daughter sleeping in his lap. She was the loveliest child in the whole world, with a kindness and a healthy curiosity that Sherlock nourished with fervour.
"Look at that, love," he whispered in his husband’s ear, who was resting his head against John’s shoulder. "She fell asleep. God, she looks so peaceful and calm when she’s sleeping. Like an angel, don’t you think?"
He fully expected a lecture about angels not existing and that their daughter resembled more a cherub that an angel, but all he got as response was a light snoring. Sherlock fell asleep as well. John didn’t blame him, they had a rather exhausting case but their daughter asked them to read a story before bed, and Sherlock always had to do the dragon’s voice and roars. Sometimes he had his doubts if domestic life and chasing criminals were really that easy to combine, and he feared that someone would kidnap their little girl in an act of revenge.
But now both the detective and their daughter were fast asleep. John sometimes thought that they looked so alike in sleep, active minds finally at rest. He nuzzled his husband and pressed a soft kiss on his cheek before gently leaning him back against the sofa and scooping their daughter up into his arms.
She was almost too heavy to be carried around and John wasn’t the youngest anymore, but he still managed the few steps to what was originally Sherlock’s bedroom, now full with playthings and posters of baby animals. John gave her two goodnight kisses and switched the night lamp on, the nightly routine as much a part of his life now as the cases.
The former army doctor went back to the sitting room, gently waking Sherlock. “Let’s go to bed, love,” he said, helping his still half-asleep husband up the stairs. Not much later they were cuddling in bed together, limbs entangled as always.
"Love you," John mumbled softly, drifting to sleep.
"Love you, too," came the reply, a quiet mumble against near his hear, and John smiled, overcome with love.
Their little family was perfect, he thought, and he wouldn’t trade it for a thing in the world.
[Thank you so, so, so much for this! You are perfect and I love you]

otp-consulting-idiots:

aiwa-sensei:

If you’re still doing the Johnlock requests, how about some parentlock? John reading a story and both Sherlock and their kid falling asleep? Please?

Parentlock is my weakness.

"… The evening was closing in, and his cloaked figure quickly vanished into the twilight. Frodo did not see him again for a long time."

John closed the book and set it aside, looking down at their daughter sleeping in his lap. She was the loveliest child in the whole world, with a kindness and a healthy curiosity that Sherlock nourished with fervour.

"Look at that, love," he whispered in his husband’s ear, who was resting his head against John’s shoulder. "She fell asleep. God, she looks so peaceful and calm when she’s sleeping. Like an angel, don’t you think?"

He fully expected a lecture about angels not existing and that their daughter resembled more a cherub that an angel, but all he got as response was a light snoring. Sherlock fell asleep as well. John didn’t blame him, they had a rather exhausting case but their daughter asked them to read a story before bed, and Sherlock always had to do the dragon’s voice and roars. Sometimes he had his doubts if domestic life and chasing criminals were really that easy to combine, and he feared that someone would kidnap their little girl in an act of revenge.

But now both the detective and their daughter were fast asleep. John sometimes thought that they looked so alike in sleep, active minds finally at rest. He nuzzled his husband and pressed a soft kiss on his cheek before gently leaning him back against the sofa and scooping their daughter up into his arms.

She was almost too heavy to be carried around and John wasn’t the youngest anymore, but he still managed the few steps to what was originally Sherlock’s bedroom, now full with playthings and posters of baby animals. John gave her two goodnight kisses and switched the night lamp on, the nightly routine as much a part of his life now as the cases.

The former army doctor went back to the sitting room, gently waking Sherlock. “Let’s go to bed, love,” he said, helping his still half-asleep husband up the stairs. Not much later they were cuddling in bed together, limbs entangled as always.

"Love you," John mumbled softly, drifting to sleep.

"Love you, too," came the reply, a quiet mumble against near his hear, and John smiled, overcome with love.

Their little family was perfect, he thought, and he wouldn’t trade it for a thing in the world.

[Thank you so, so, so much for this! You are perfect and I love you]