My heart no longer aches.
My tears no longer sting.
My ears ring with a deafening silence,
and it echoes through my hollowed chest.
This is the only thing that is worse than feeling:
This is feeling nothing.
For anyone who has had a major heartbreak, you’d probably understand this kind of “numbness” after all the pain. It happens. The heart can only take so much before you just stop feeling all-together. I imagine John would lapse into such a numbness after so many years of mourning.
This is for Reapersun’s “Let’s Draw Sherlock” collab. Lol, wonder if this is an acceptable take on the prompt. Sorry, I can’t help drawing more Reichenbach stuff. What can I say? My creativity feeds off tragedy.
Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars?
I could really use a wish right now, a wish right now, a wish right now.
- “Airplanes” by B.o.B.
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Sorry, this is a really half-assed WIP. I got lazy and need to go out for a bit so I’ll finish this later.
So here’s the deal with this pic:
In this Wholock AU, John decides to build his own replica of the Tardis and sits in it every night, wishing the Doctor would come to help him find and save Sherlock from the Fall.
When it’s all done, this picture is going to go in the Tardis on my blog so it’ll make more sense later (see current theme).
Also, Sherlock will look more like a ghost in the finished picture.
They say that smell is the strongest sense,
When it comes to memories…
But it hurts too much to remember.
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Here, have some Sherlock angst :> Been too long.
EDIT: Whoops! Sorry for the repost. I wanted the picture to show in full size so I had to separate it into two images. Stupid tumblr.
“John,” said Sherlock earnestly, “if I — if I’m not quite —” he stopped and tried again — “John, whatever happens, you will understand, won’t you?”
At the time, John had not realized the full import of those words.
Sherlock did not live to be 100.
But John would be haunted by the memories even when he was 99.
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AU: Where Sherlock and John meet as kids and become the best of friends, and Sherlock does not fake his Reichenbach death but actually sacrifices his life for John’s. Also, in this version, Sherlock’s a year older than John vs. Doyle’s version where John is 2 years older than Sherlock if I remember correctly (And for those of you who couldn’t tell, the quotes are from Winnie-the-Pooh, A. A. Milne’s original book version)
A year ago, today, I felt your presence even in my sleep.
Now, I can only almost feel you.
And “almost” always hurts the most.
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Trololol. I’m just going to keep vomitting Reichenbach feels on you guys until I can finally get over it. I might just end up fanarting this stuff until the new season comes out. Who knows.
Also, trying out a new style. Don’t know what to think of it.
Got lazy with the background and didn’t feel like drawing the kitchen …hence the random heavenly light. Ignore that.
Anyways, enjoy the angst.
P.S. Just in case you missed it, the placement of the sleeves of Sherlock’s jacket is intentional in the second panel. Think about it.
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