#soft!sherlock

[thinwhitedoc]

SHERLOCK | Martin Freeman as John Watson

[somethingintheforest]

❤️

[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

[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)

[thalialunacy]

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

(1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) (8) (9) (10) (11) (12) (13) (14) (15) (16) 17: chaos (18) (19) (20) (21) (22) (23) (24) (25) (26) (27) (28) (29) (30) (31)

'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.

[❤️]

[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

[saintlike-png]

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

[e--q]

The Game is Afoot - Sherlock Holmes & Dr Watson

~ Happy Birthday Sherlock Holmes ~

(Handmade Soft Toys inspired by Miffy the rabbit in the form of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s famous detective Sherlock Holmes and his companion Dr Watson)

[thefisherqueen]

But before doing so I took a stroll in the curious old-world garden which flanked the house. Rows of very ancient yew trees cut into strange designs girded it round. Inside was a beautiful stretch of lawn with an old sundial in the middle, the whole effect so soothing and restful that it was welcome to my somewhat jangled nerves. In that deeply peaceful atmosphere one could forget, or remember only as some fantastic nightmare, that darkened study with the sprawling, bloodstained figure on the floor.

What I love so much about dr Watson: despite being a veteran, a surgeon, Holmes' companion on many murder cases, he never stops being a sensitive boi

[helloliriels]

The next winner has always counted ...

Torn between awarding for brilliant writing or for heartwarming art ... I choose BOTH!

And the Award goes to the one and only ...

@kitten-kin 🐈

The Science of Affection

See the comic critics are raving over: "So much humour, mood, and emotion with such a minimalist style!", "Kitten-Kin just keeps adding more goodies!", "This brings me so much JOY!", "I am LIVING for this!", "Laughed so hard I cried!", "OMG ... *giggle snorts*", "The science of AMAZING!"

Not only skilled at making me want to read a list of literally anything numbered (see Thirty-Nine Rules) and (Doctor in the House rules 1-83, 84-120, and recipe box) and (Drabble Prompt Fills) but also a genius at comics and humour! Amaze!!!

Been drafting this one for a week! much love!! 💋 @johnlocky @marta-bee @missdeliadili @a-different-equation @amyreadsandstresses @kettykika78 @topsyturvy-turtely @anyawen @chriscalledmesweetie @221b-alovestory @totallysilvergirl @dissolvinggirl @mrb488 @ithinkthereforeiamaswell @meetinginsamarra @musingsofmyown @scrub456 @sarahthecoat @bluebellofbakerstreet @calaisreno @khorazir @raina-at @jobooksncoffee @fluffbyday-smutbynight @peanitbear @peageetibbs @hasenkind687 @whatnext2020 @keirgreeneyes @ohlooktheresabee @dangeles @im-erin @estrella-creek @bisexualmindcabin @gregorovitchworld @impalaparkedat221b @shouldertallabyss @aquilea-of-the-lonely-mountain @ninasnakie @johnlockismyreligion @iwlyanmw @nottoolateforthegame @john-smiths-jawline @yorkiepug @arwamachine @discordantwords @dragonnan @sgam76 @janetm74

[strawberrywinter4]

John’s Jumpers

I feel like Sherlock secretly loves John’s jumpers.

Even if he outwardly speaks against the “hideous” material, he loves the days where he gets to bury his face in them.

Cuddling on the sofa, arms and legs tangled around each other on a winter afternoon, snow falling outside and plastering on the window as the sound of the fireplace crackling is heard through 221B.

Sherlock breaths in the scent of John as his head rests on the blogger’s chest, his nose pressed into the soft material of the jumper. A hand runs through his curls as his eyes begin to flutter shut, the tiring day of thinking and using all his brain power can offer taking a toll on him. But Sherlock will never admit that, of course.

The cotton of the jumper feels nice against his cheek, a nice feeling that a proper pillow could never outperform.

Sherlock’s fingers play with the material, picking at every thread and design, allowing himself to get lost in this rare moment of relaxation.

Sherlock supposes John’s jumpers aren’t so bad on days like these.

[awkwardchaosposts]

Icarus and his fool

Sherlock Holmes x Golden retriever!male reader (part 2)

TW: none

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Stroh, Baroque,Electric. Sherlock didn't like change but he had found an interest in the new selection of violins.

He was busy admiring a certain classic edition when something startled him.

What on earth was that noise?

"You" his gaze narrowed. It's like you were some curse haunting him. A very cheerful curse he had to admit.

But that only made it worse. It was obnoxious. No one had a reason to be that happy.

"Hi" you greeted with excitement. Meeting a busy man like Sherlock once was a happy coincidence. Meeting him twice was a miracle.

"What's this?" he raised an eyebrow at the card you not so sneakily tried to get in his pocket.

"My business card. You never called me about that interview"

"I never intended to"

He moved around the shop only to be followed by you like some persistent pest. "Why not? You said you'd think about it"

"Perhaps I lied"

"Why?"

Unlike Sherlock you found this little chase game rather amusing,following him around the shop without complaint. Blissfully unaware that you were the sole reason for the man's grumpiness.

"I have an Iq of 230. Why would I punish my intelligent brain with an interview" he said as if it was the most dreadfully boring thing.

Sherlock's hands trailed over the spines of the record players that were proudly displayed in the middle of the shop on well kept shelves. Distracting himself as he waited for an insult,a comeback,just something that would prove you're not as idiotically pleasant as you seemed.

Instead he got an amused "Ok" and the most dreadful sound as you tried out an instrument you managed to get your hands on.

"What on earth are you doing?"

"I'm making music"

He scoffed. How dare you slander the name of music like that?

"I guess we should add the meaning of music to the list of things you seemingly don't understand"

Your grin made him confused in ways that made his blood boil. Sherlock liked being in control. He could predict everyone's moves and know everything about them with just one look. But you. You were another story.

"I'll be taking that" he took the harmonica from you just as you were about to resume playing it

Your excitement shone like the sun.

"You're going to buy it for me?"

"What? No. Absolutely not"

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"Will that be all?" the cashier asked after putting the harmonica and violin in one bag.

"Yes" he muttered,avoiding your giddy smile.

Weak. His mind degraded himself as he handed the young lady at the counter his debit card.

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