#wolfjohn

[journeythroughimpossiblethings]

[journeythroughimpossiblethings]

“Please hold Wife. She doesn’t feel good.”

He wrapped his arms around her. "I'm sorry you don't feel well."

[journeythroughimpossiblethings]

[[ If Bruce has any questions he wants to ask Jon+Hosts about symbionts and their hosts they’d be happy to answer them ]]

[himbo-bagginses]

[Kidlock/Werelock RP]

((Sherlock=8-10 John can be adult or child, human or not. New to this, so bear with me)) ~No Johnlock if John is older, for obvious reasons.~

I don’t know how to RP on the Tumblr format, so message me if you’re interested and we can RP over email or something.

Sherlock ran through the forest on his newly formed paws, scared out of his wits. After the big scary dog bit him, he’d suddenly transformed into a wolf himself, and was quickly thrown into a cage made of a silvery metal that burned his skin every time he touched it. When the bad men weren’t looking, he had managed to slip through the bars and out into the forest. He had no idea where he was or where he was going. All that mattered was getting away. He’d worry about the rest later. Suddenly, he was halted in his tracks by a sharp pulling sensation on his back leg. He pulled again, but the feeling only got tighter around his leg. He pulled and pulled and pulled, but only managed to make the lure cut deeper into his leg. He was stuck.

[kriskenshin]

PART 6 "I'm sorry, what?" Sherlock asked, he had never met this man before in his life /but you met that hou-/ he quickly cut off his thoughts and kisses to John speak "I saw you today on the base. You were claiming to be your brother, I heard" Sherlock nodded and John continued, changing the subject only slightly "don't go looking for it. You won't like what you find." "Don't go looking for what?" "The hound." John stated "it was an experiment gone wrong. And it doesn't want to be found."

alexavier-taiga said:

PART 7 (end?) “How would you know it doesn’t want to be found?” Sherlock asked “Because last time he asked for help, someone shot him.” John snapped then turned his head away. Sherlock paused “he seemed plenty friendly to me.” He watched John closely, sipping his drink as he heard John mumble something he could only just make out “some people smell like.. Home” John chanced a glance at Sherlock and regretted it as soon as he saw the look in the detective’s eyes. “I think I found my hound”

[houndJohn]~♥

OMG!!!!!!THIS IS AWESOME!!! AH!!!!!!~♥

[justangelgrey]

1) Balletlock as the tiny figurine that spins in a musican jewelry/stuff box.

2) I'm waiting to find out that someone is a figment of someone's imagination or something similar... like... we're going to wrap around and find out that the whole time Sherlock has been in a bonkers place and the whole story-arch was in his head...

3) I totally forgot what I was just going to say because the news briefly showed a puppy and it's buddy, a young cheetah, and it was cute... so... brains.

oh.

3) for realsies... Sheeplock and Johnwolf in sheep's clothing, pictured john as a woof, dressed up as a sheep, sleeping and imagining little Sheeplocks jumping over a fence, like counting sheeps.

yes, I'm weird.

[eviko]

Just some doodles while I think about nothing in particular.