Jul 13, 2021
Inksolation - Quiet
Original inspiration was the @sherlockchallenge prompt Midnight (2/2018)
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Inksolation - Quiet
Original inspiration was the @sherlockchallenge prompt Midnight (2/2018)
Loki, content ( Inksolation)
Inksolation 10 - No. 26 - Annoying
Watercolour and Ink Pens, A4
Many thanks to @bluebellofbakerstreet for their wonderful promptlists :)
I feel flattered if you reblog, but don’t post my art on other sites/social media without my written permission.
Day 02: Bored
Don’t be like Sherlock. Don’t hoard… Unless you make a cool fort, then do it and return it.
June Inksolation #29: Sentimental
“You. It’s always you. John Watson. You keep me right.”
Who did you see first, Sherlock or John?
Colored pencils and white gel pen in Moleskin sketchbook.
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Inksolation day 3 - Trusting
The complete collection of my #Inksolation drawings for April. Check the tag for ficlets accompanying some of the art. They were based on this prompt list by @bluebellofbakerstreet and @ceruleanmindpalace. There’s a new prompt list for May. I’ll take a break now from Inksolation and finish some other fanart projects, but I may do some of the May prompts, too, albeit probably not the entire list again.
Inksolation Prompt 5: Noisy
John groaned, eyes squinting in the sudden sunlight. He tugged the covers back over his head and snuggled deeper into the mattress. The shifting of a body next to him confirmed that Sherlock was still in bed as well. John wondered if his head pounded as hard and painfully as his own.
“Ow,” Sherlock moaned. “I obviously drank way too much at our stag party last night. What is that noise?”
“Shh,” John whispered. “I think it’s Mrs Hudson hoovering… one floor down.”
“I hear birds. Loud birds. Are there birds in the flat, John?”
“No,” John mumbled. “It’s coming from outside. Never knew birds to be so noisy, sounds like there’s hundreds out there.”
Sherlock sighed. “It’s just our hangovers amplifying every little thing. This is the last time I get drunk with you.”
John giggled despite himself. “Until our wedding night, probably. Then our honeymoon. Maybe our first anniversary.”
“No need to shout, John.”
John kicked Sherlock’s leg. “M’not shouting. ‘M whispering.”
“Time is it?”
“No idea.”
“I wonder if Graham and Sholto feel this poorly as well.”
John snorted. “Not fair. Even hungover you speak… good.”
“Very eloquent, John. Coffee. Get us some coffee, John.”
“Nope. Not moving for at least an hour. And please don’t mention food, my stomach’s queasy.”
Someone banged on their bedroom door much louder than necessary, shouting “YOO HOO BOYS! Ready for some breakfast?”