Fine Art
Sorry about this.
Illustrations from Sherlock's Journal
A What to do When Your Flatmate is Homicidal flirtation with insanity.
Warnings: Nude pictures
Summary: Sherlock shares some illustrations from his journal. He only got to Chapter Six though because these are painstakingly drawn and it takes a long time.
I am bored and John has told me to draw some pictures. I will pick one important event from each part of my journal.
This is a picture of when John was yelling at me when he had no pants on. Notice how calm I remain even if everyone else is going crackers.
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This is a picture of John in his best friend's outfit. The trousers are not really black. They are the softest charcoal gray, but I could only find this black pen to draw with. John should really stock the flat with more art supplies if he expects me to express myself creatively.
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Here is the time I rescued John from an olive jar. Just ignore the list in the back. We are lacking in proper paper for artists, such as myself, to work with.
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Gosh, I'm feeling quite nostalgic. I am thinking of the heady days when John first decided to wear knickers, and we'd spend our evenings spying on Molly and Lestrade, and trying to stop Mrs Hudson from peeping at us. We were so young and carefree.
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Here is the time I rescued John from a broken glass. He needs a lot of rescuing.
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This is an illustration of the game we like to play with my cock and John's knickers.
That's all the creative expression I have time for today, John says. He says if I'm still bored I can clean the loo. I think I'll play my violin for awhile.
Illustrations from Sherlock's Journal
A What to do When Your Flatmate is Homicidal flirtation with insanity.
Warnings: Nude pictures
Summary: Sherlock shares some illustrations from his journal. He only got to Chapter Six though because these are painstakingly drawn and it takes a long time.
I am bored and John has told me to draw some pictures. I will pick one important event from each part of my journal.
This is a picture of when John was yelling at me when he had no pants on. Notice how calm I remain even if everyone else is going crackers.
~*~
This is a picture of John in his best friend's outfit. The trousers are not really black. They are the softest charcoal gray, but I could only find this black pen to draw with. John should really stock the flat with more art supplies if he expects me to express myself creatively.
~*~
Here is the time I rescued John from an olive jar. Just ignore the list in the back. We are lacking in proper paper for artists, such as myself, to work with.
~*~
Gosh, I'm feeling quite nostalgic. I am thinking of the heady days when John first decided to wear knickers, and we'd spend our evenings spying on Molly and Lestrade, and trying to stop Mrs Hudson from peeping at us. We were so young and carefree.
~*~
Here is the time I rescued John from a broken glass. He needs a lot of rescuing.
~*~
This is an illustration of the game we like to play with my cock and John's knickers.
That's all the creative expression I have time for today, John says. He says if I'm still bored I can clean the loo. I think I'll play my violin for awhile.