12 y.o. Sherlock and John?
Not part of that animation I’m working on.
(Goddammit I get distracted so easily… back to midterms)
Also, I totally cheated and just crappily traced over some gif from an anime… can’t remember where I got it from but just a disclaimer: I totally didn’t come up with this animation sequence off the top of my head. Edit: Thanks to fujo for remembering the anime’s name! This is based on a scene from Summer Wars.
Studying for midterms so no time to finish anything new.
Have some old sketches instead~
[Warning: Large vertical image / set of images]
More under the cut… (cause I don’t want to page stretch your dash)
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.
John, close your eyes.
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?
[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
Hmm… So tumblr is terrible for posting huge image files, as many of you know. And needless to say, this is one huuuuge vertical image file. Tried a text post but it doesn’t reblog well.
So here’s a gif set that may reblog better.
And larger view of the note:
And a little ficlet to go with this:
Later, when John asked Mycroft about the note, the other man calmly told him that he should make another appointment with his therapist, that it was another hallucination, and that when he got back home, the note would surely have disappeared. Indeed, when John returned, the note was nowhere to be seen.
And yet, desperately scrutinizing the place where it had been this morning, John couldn’t help but notice four lines of faded newsprint where the adhesive end had been.
The note had been real.
It had to have been.
You cannot keep doing this, little brother.
I can’t keep covering for you.
Sherlock, what you’re doing isn’t making it any easier for him.
He can’t take much more of this.
Neither can I.
More AOTW fanart to come.. because I can’t contain all these feels. I just can’t.
Also, still trying to figure out how to draw these two w/o refs =n= ugh.