Feb 22, 2017
So I was listening to “The A Team” by Ed Sheeran and my brain decided to imagine that it’s about college aged Sherlock struggling with drug use and I’m just sitting here crying.
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So I was listening to “The A Team” by Ed Sheeran and my brain decided to imagine that it’s about college aged Sherlock struggling with drug use and I’m just sitting here crying.
“You never heard me talk of Victor Trevor?” he asked. “He was the only friend I made during the two years I was at college. Trevor was the only man I knew … and it was a bond of union when I found that he was as friendless as I.”
— The Adventure of the Gloria Scott
Colours for the line art I posted a little while ago. It was a prompt fill for eeeelieh, who I was paired with for the exchangelock challenge. She requested a teen!lock AU with Sherlock Holmes and Victor Trevor.
There were a few things that really, really bothered me in the previous version of this (mostly in terms of colours), and so I'm reposting this more for my own sake and sanity than anything else.
More collegeverse here: [1] [2] [2.5] [3] [3.5] [4] [4.5] [write-up] [fic on ao3]
I've been slowly working on this over the past couple of weeks. It takes place in the same college AU I drew a previous piece for.
( I'm still considering writing a proper fanfic to accompany all of this. Hmm. )
A couple of notes about the details in the scene:
The Gray's Anatomy on the bedside table uses the same cover as my raggedy old copy. It came from my great-grandfather, a surgeon who served in the world war.
Speaking of which, I drew the skull study on the wall by referencing Gray's. You can see it in full here.
The shirt and shorts on the floor are the actual King's College Rugby Club kit colours. However, I went with striped socks because ... reasons.
As per usual, a .gif of the entire process (including the sketch and the lines) follows below.
More collegeverse here: [1] [2] [2.5] [3] [3.5] [4] [4.5] [write-up] [fic on ao3]
I had an overwhelming response to the quick little sketch I did last week, and so I decided to flesh it out a little more. Next Monday, I hope to have this scene fully coloured.
This is part of the little collegeverse that I've been posting illustrations for lately. John's captain of the rugby club, a medical student at King's, but for all he's worth that little prat won't move over and let him sleep in his own bloody bed.
More collegeverse here: [1] [2] [2.5] [3] [3.5] [4] [4.5] [write-up] [fic on ao3]
I realize that I'm fairly conservative with what I post on this blog. The truth of the matter is that I sketch constantly, but most of it isn't very presentable.
But because I want to give a little insight into my process, I figure I should start sharing more. This is more collegeverse, wherein Sherlock is being a selfish little numpty. It's just a very loose sketch, quick and frantic, done in less than ten minutes.
I'm considering fleshing it out into a full scene, but I wouldn't have the time for a little while to complete it. Hmm.
More collegeverse here: [1] [2] [2.5] [3] [3.5] [4] [4.5] [write-up] [fic on ao3]
Edit: I've started work on a full illustration based on this sketch.
Pinboard
John makes the first move.
“I did it for you, Sherlock!” The words rip themselves out of a tight little box in John’s heart labeled, “Do Not Touch.”
So, remember this gifset that we posted a while back? Well, now there's a ficlet for it! As short as this was, it packed a lot of punch. It has the right interplay of description and dialogue, and I really enjoyed all of Sherlock's impatient ticks. It portrayed them both well, and honestly I was nervous right along with John when he was about to confess. This is a quick read that is guaranteed to give you happy, budding-relationship feels.
Pairings: John/Sherlock, past John/Mary Morstan
Rating: General Audiences
My Rating: B
Warnings: first kiss, love confession
Word Count: 754
My Favourite Quote:
John took a deep breath and choked out, “I broke up with Mary...” He stopped, swallowed back a resentful memory of Mary’s parting words. If he just drops you one day because he’s bored, I told you so.
Read it here, by overthemoon.
It can also be found on tumblr here if you'd like to reblog.
Thanks to spring-leaves-fall for the submission!
From the Moment We Met [Part 5]
Stranger: They showered together. Spent the day together. And it never seemed forced, it never seemed awkward. In the end they went to bed together again, where Sherlock proved that what he lacked in experience he certainly didn't lack in enthusiasm or stamina. For a skinny boy, he was quite sturdy and never seemed to tire until he fell asleep from sheer exhaustion. But morning came as mornings do, and Sherlock spent as much of it as possible denying that he needed to go to the train station. He insisted on taking a walk. On having a local restaurant for lunch. On John coming with him to the station, and now he was nervous that he was being too clingy. Especially given that he was never more than a foot away from John at any given time. When they finally made it to the train station, Sherlock stood staring at the platform looking a bit lost. He snuck his hand into John's and gave it a quick squeeze. "When?" he asked, a little afraid to look back down at him.
You: It had been a bittersweet morning. Good, in the sense that he'd had another brilliant evening and morning with the genius. But bitter because he knew the teen had to go back to Cambridge today. He caught on quickly to Sherlock's attempts to stall, but he wasn't annoyed; it made him even fonder of the other young man, and he was more than happy to delay the inevitable as well. So they had lunch, took a walk, and eventually, made their way to the station. Sherlock seemed a bit anxious. Stiff, even. And for the first time that day, John wondered if perhaps... he regretted it? Was he realizing that he'd given his virginity and trust to a boy he'd only know for three days? But when Sherlock slipped his hand into John's and quietly asked, 'when'... John's fears were allayed. He smiled, and tugged Sherlock in front of him, closer to him, "Come here, daftie..." he soothed affectionately, giving the younger man a few kisses on the lips. "I think it's only fair that... since you came to visit me. I should visit you." John smiled, nuzzling his nose against Sherlock's briefly, before remembering they were in a crowded train station. He pulled back a bit, but stayed physically close. "If, ah... if you want, that is. You might be busy. If you are, that's fine, but... we could try and work out another time?" he began to ramble again...
Stranger: Relief poured through Sherlock when John tugged him close. He dropped his bag and caught John's other hand, returning the little kisses and accompanying them with a smile that betrayed just a hint of shyness. He was nothing like shy in the bedroom, nor yet when sprinting down a London street, but here in the train station faced with a man who was becoming rapidly and increasingly important to him, he was almost speechless. He held both hands, keeping that proximity as long as he could before he had to break it. John stepped back. Sherlock picked up his bag. "I shan't be too busy for you," he replied. "Cambridge is rather less exciting than London, but I can show you the work I do. My room. I have it to myself, thank goodness; I'd never cope with some idiot roommate in my things." But a witty and charming one? That he could accept. When John began to ramble, though, Sherlock leaned in for another swift kiss. Swift, it should have been, but he let it linger for a moment. "I can buy you the ticket. I'd be pleased to buy you the ticket. Please come. The next weekend you can. Next weekend, if you can. I'm going to have to spend a full week without you."
You: John smiled, "Right... next weekend is perfect. You can expect me, and... until then... we can text." he clarified, trailing his eyes over Sherlock - drinking him in. Yeah. This was definitely going to be the longest week of John's life. He had a feeling that time in general, from this moment on, would seem slower. Sherlock made him feel alive, made his heart and mind race. Giving a heavy sigh, John chose to ignore other passing patrons and strangers - and pulled Sherlock in for a last, deep lingering kiss. When he was finally able to part their lips again, John huffed out an irritated breath, and rested his forehead against Sherlock's briefly. "Now go on..." he muttered sulkily, "Before I become desperate enough to kidnap you... and keep you here." he grinned, though wondered how true the threat was as he took a few steps back - to get used to the distance from the man he'd been attached at the hip to all weekend. "Take care... Sherlock." he smiled.