In another world, this is how we met.
“Is this yours?”
“Yes, it’s for an experiment.”
“An ex—”
“A social experiment.”
“…”
“The name’s Sherlock Holmes. Address: 221b Baker Street. Come tonight at 7, not a minute late. Ta!”
Oswin Oswald, the girl who can!
Man! Moffat just never ceases to amaze me. Never thought I’d get over the prospect of losing Amy and Rory on the show but ahhhhh, Oswin is such a great character!
Excited to see how Moffat “frees” Oswin :D
(I couldn’t decide which way to flip the pic so I decided to include both, one in color and one in line art)

Oh god! I just HAD to get hooked on Cabin Pressure this weekend. Dammit. Going to fail these midterms.
Anyways, I’m shipping Douglas and Martin like no one’s business! I fucking love Douglas and his endlessly hilarious sarcasm. They’re somewhat like the modern day Jeeves and Wooster.
Ahhhh seriously, you should all listen to CP if you haven’t already.
(edit: whoops! Martin’s ginger?? Thought he was being played by Brunettebatch -_- …kind of fixed it?)
Studying for midterms so no time to finish anything new.
Have some old sketches instead~
Here’s the final piece: [Gif set form] [Text post form] [Full image on dA]
[Warning: Large vertical image / set of images]

More under the cut… (cause I don’t want to page stretch your dash)

Now open and taking asks!
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(OOC: So I know that there is already an “Ask Molly” tumblr but I really wanted to make one so… voila! The replies will be drawn in the same style as the image above. And for anyone who’s curious, here’s my art blog.)
Started a new blog for anyone who’s interested~!
I’ve always loved Molly and seeing as how I’m much better at drawing females, I decided I might as well make her my first ask blog :>
Enjoy~

How Sherlock lost his hug virginity.
(Just doodling more kid Sherlock/John as I toil away at this animation…ugh. Patience wearing thin.)
![Finally done! PHEW.
Click here for progress pics.
Totally dodged and burned the shit out of the hair and I gave up on Benedict’s hand cause I got lazy but WHATEVER! I’m done.
—-
And here’s a ficlet to go with it:
“Stay exactly where you are. Don’t move.”
He stretched out his hand.
Another hand instinctively responded.
Between their fingers, there now lay several meters of air and buildings and people. Yet, only yesterday, Sherlock’s fingertips had been pressed gently against John’s neck and chin, had tilted John’s head up so that their lips were only a breath apart.
Hold still…
…what? Why?
Don’t move.
Sher—
John, close your eyes.
…what?
But they had already shut.
Sherlock leaned in slightly until their bodies touched, chest against chest, legs intertwined, and then, just hovered. His eyes passed over every detail of John’s face. His mind recorded everything he saw. This was important. This was not to be deleted.
For a moment, there was silence—
A subtle touch of fingertips against skin. A soft hum of breaths intermingling. A low, slow drum of heartbeats. Everything synchronizing into one great ebb and flow of rise-and-falls and ins and outs, and gravity gently beckoning, beckoning each towards the other.
For an eternal, intensified moment, there was silence.
…what is it?
Sherlock blinked.
No-Nothing.
“Goodbye, John.”
[Sorry sorry. Such a terrible ficlet this time cause I’m brain-dead from exhaustion today. Too many papers and exams lately.]](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m017s9I5LN1rpcitko1_500.jpg)
Finally done! PHEW.
Totally dodged and burned the shit out of the hair and I gave up on Benedict’s hand cause I got lazy but WHATEVER! I’m done.
—-
And here’s a ficlet to go with it:
“Stay exactly where you are. Don’t move.”
He stretched out his hand.
Another hand instinctively responded.
Between their fingers, there now lay several meters of air and buildings and people. Yet, only yesterday, Sherlock’s fingertips had been pressed gently against John’s neck and chin, had tilted John’s head up so that their lips were only a breath apart.
Hold still…
…what? Why?
Don’t move.
Sher—
John, close your eyes.
…what?
But they had already shut.
Sherlock leaned in slightly until their bodies touched, chest against chest, legs intertwined, and then, just hovered. His eyes passed over every detail of John’s face. His mind recorded everything he saw. This was important. This was not to be deleted.
For a moment, there was silence—
A subtle touch of fingertips against skin. A soft hum of breaths intermingling. A low, slow drum of heartbeats. Everything synchronizing into one great ebb and flow of rise-and-falls and ins and outs, and gravity gently beckoning, beckoning each towards the other.
For an eternal, intensified moment, there was silence.
…what is it?
Sherlock blinked.
No-Nothing.
“Goodbye, John.”
[Sorry sorry. Such a terrible ficlet this time cause I’m brain-dead from exhaustion today. Too many papers and exams lately.]
What I’m currently working on…
Not really an animation cause I don’t have the patience for animation. Even this is taking ages. (And yes, I know the transitions are not ironed out yet. Will fix that later when I finish all the frames.)
Hope kid Sherlock and John are recognizable.
In this AU, Sherlock moves into a new neighborhood and John becomes his first and only friend …will get more “interesting” later… and by interesting I mean heart-shatteringly so ;D

On a scale from 1-10 how endearing or not endearing is this version of kid Sherlock? (1 being not endearing at all)
I need to know cause I want my renditions of kid Sherlock and kid John to be heart-achingly endearing so I can make you all weep from the angst when I finish this animation.

The moment when my heart started shattering audibly.
More AOTW fanart to come.. because I can’t contain all these feels. I just can’t.
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Also, still trying to figure out how to draw these two w/o refs =n= ugh.