#not a soft sherlock

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The Game is Afoot

(Snoopy Soft Toys inspired by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's famous detective Sherlock Holmes and his companion Dr Watson)

~ Happy Birthday Sherlock Holmes ~

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SHERLOCK | Martin Freeman as John Watson

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[somethingintheforest]

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[birdifulhuman]

Vampire!Sherlock and Werewolf!Jonk, I am unwell about them, i need them to hold them dear and near.

[beekeeperspicnic]

You might have seen the absolutely GORGEOUS cover artwork by @gooolabatooo for my in development game the Beekeeper's Picnic! I'm in love with it but Steam/Kickstarter/Itch tend to want teeny tiny images, so here are some close ups of happily retired Holmes and Watson and their faithful hound.

[aesthetic-crows]

Enola Holmes -

”Enola backwards spells alone”

[yourlocalrandombisexual]

i do miss john but mariana is killing it as a podcast host

[mrnightingale]

WIP David Tennant as Sherlock Holmes and Michael Sheen as John Watson.

This is probably the best idea I ever had and I'm not even the first one lol.

[asexualenjolras]

We all know that it's canon that Edwin Payne reads (and loves) a lot of Arthur Conan Doyle's books, and we know it's likely that he's a fan of the Sherlock Holmes stories.

But imagine him being introduced to BBC Sherlock by Niko or Crystal and seeing an autistic detective that struggles with communication and empathy, wears formal clothing and doesn't like many people beside his best friend ... who he's in love with.

I think he'd combust. Let that Edwardian ghost find out what Johnlock is.

(Niko would absolutely introduce him to Johnlock fanfics)

[gendrsoup]

the gang camping together outside the temple in pondicherry (canon i was the blanket)

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Poohlock (Soft Toy Winnie the Pooh dressed in the style of Sherlock Holmes)

~ Happy National Winnie the Pooh Day and Happy Birthday to author A A Mile ~

[thalialunacy]

[for the @calaisreno May Prompts Faire. g-rated today, lol.]

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'Daddy! Tiger!' 

John, who had been focused on his eReader, finds his daughter standing in front of him with a manic light in her eye. 'Tiger!' 

He looks around the sitting room until his eyes land on the plush tiger Sherlock had gifted her those weeks ago, then he holds it out to her. 'Say please, Rosie.' 

She grabs onto it and waddles off, definitely not saying anything resembling please. John rolls his eyes, lips twitching.

Two days later, she refuses to leave the flat, which is new and different. 'No, Daddy! Tiger will be lonely!'

John drops his head in defeat. 'Sherlock, will you--' Sherlock reappears, holding the toy, before John has a chance to finish the sentence. 'Thank you,' he says tiredly.

And so forth.

'D'you think she's got an imaginary friend tiger?' he ponders aloud as he and Sherlock wait behind a delicious-smelling Burmese restaurant for some counterfeiters. 'She seems awfully keen.'

'Hmm,' is Sherlock's non-answer, and John huffs, watching as the detective's mind churns through the facts of the case and completely ignores everything else. Some things never change, John thinks. Thank god.

Luckily (?), the mystery is solved the very next day.

Everyone in the household is very sleepy and warm, recharging from the excitement of the past week, so the sitting room is quiet and peaceful in a way it rarely is.

Which means, of course, that it must be shattered.

'Tiger!' Rosie suddenly shrieks from Sherlock's lap, and slides off so quickly she loses her balance but scrambles back up, unfazed, to shamble towards their visitor.

Which is a cat.

A rotund, wide-eyed, orange-striped cat.

'Tiger!' his daughter yells again, and the cat is off like a shot.

'Whoa there,' John says, scooping Rosie up and turning to follow the path of the creamsicle tornado. It's swift, the cat disappearing (back?) into Sherlock's room with alacrity, but surprisingly destructive.

John quickly assesses the aftermath while Rosie squirms to go after her new best friend. The skull is on the ground, books and papers are absolutely everywhere, a couple frames have jumped off the walls somehow, Sherlock's spindly music stand has wilted in terror, and Rosie's toys are, if it's even possible, even more of a chaotic mess than they'd been minutes before.

John closes his eyes and prays for patience. Both his and Sherlock's. But then he hears--

He opens his eyes to find Sherlock laughing. Doubled over laughing, in fact.

'Are you…' John asks dubiously, eyeing him. '... all right? Did it destroy something you hated?'

Sherlock snorts. 'No, no, it's just--' He puts his hands on his hips and clears his throat, the grin echoing on his face. 'Twenty years ago, if you'd told me I'd one day not only be sober, but with a partner and child and now a housepet--' He barks out another laugh, seemingly unable to stop himself.

John grins at the word "partner," then clocks the rest of the sentence. 'Wait-- We're keeping it?'

'Yes!' Rosie contributes with gusto. 'Keeping the tiger!'

Sherlock strides over and plucks Rosie out of John's arms. 'Yes, we are. Inasmuch as one can keep a cat used to the out of doors,' he amends. 'What shall we name him, Rosamund?'

'His name is Reginald,' Rosie says. Or at least, John thinks that's what she says. She's barely two and a half, after all, and John still sometimes feels like she's speaking a foreign language.

Sherlock, though, nods as if he heartily agrees. 'Reginald is a fine name. Your father will have to go and procure some food, a box, and probably some flea-preventative, and then our new friend Reginald will be all set.'

John starts to protest, but both his daughter and Sherlock turn big eyes on him, and he has absolutely no chance. 'Yeah, sure,' he says dryly. 'You can hold down the fort while I do so?'

Sherlock waves a hand, already moving on to walk Rosie around the room, presumably assessing damage. 'Of course.'

'Right.' John shrugs on his coat and heads out.

The last thing he hears is, 'Now, did you know, Rosamund, that a group of tigers is known as an "ambush" or a "streak"?'

Child, partner, cat, John contemplates as he steps out into the grey brightness. It's exactly what he'd thought for himself twenty years ago. Except... nothing like that at all.

Thank god.

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[murd3rouscrow]

Shoscombe Old Place part 2, electric boogaloo

Kinda late on this one, been working on some other stuff. Now, let's get the obvious out of the way... HOLY SHIT MORIARTY. HOLY SHIT WATERFALL. I'll talk about how Moriarty might impact things later, but for now, it's not really a priority.

Anyways holy shit this entire adventure is just so damn soft. Especially from John's side. John continuously talking about how Baker street feels more like home than his childhood home. And just the two of them meeting everyone.

The little moment Sherlock and John had while in the crypt. Sherlock telling John he's invaluable. Then comparing him to a river. It's just all so soft and so domestic. I think the dancing men might've had a tiny lasting impact on them.

I love that their taking on more high stakes cases, but I also love these soft moments in episodes. I really hope they keep doing feelings stuff, cause it just makes my heart melt everytime.

I could go on forever about how John found his safe place at Baker street with Sherlock and Mariana. But I'll leave that for later

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johnlock (study of 'in bed the kiss'), krita, 2024

[lokijiro]

While Sherlock had a preference for the so-called hard subjects as a student, I think there’s a possibility that Mycroft’s preference was actually generally for the so-called soft subjects (English, languages, geography, history etc). I see him as really loving maths, though.