dunstable:

Wing!lock with Raven Sherlock and Barn Owl John. 

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erinpaint:

Back to white —————————————— Finally completed…

erinpaint:

Back to white
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Finally completed…

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lostconner:

Dark angel

lostconner:

Dark angel

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I will never be over wing!lock

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cocokat:

theatrics

cocokat:

theatrics

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shounen-ai:

Moriarty Sherlock John - Meya

shounen-ai:

Moriarty Sherlock John - Meya

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redbicyclewhenyouweretwelve:

Winglock has just taken over my mind, and I’m not entirely sure why because I’ve always thought “meh” about characters with wings in other fandoms, but it just seems so gorgeous and well thought out in AU form in Sherlock.

redbicyclewhenyouweretwelve:

Winglock has just taken over my mind, and I’m not entirely sure why because I’ve always thought “meh” about characters with wings in other fandoms, but it just seems so gorgeous and well thought out in AU form in Sherlock.

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sigtryggr:

John, you’re an angel. It’s going to take you a while to adjust to losing the power of flight.

Sherlock Holmes is an angel, and I think, one day, if we’re very, very lucky, he might even be human.

Oh, I may be on the side of the angels, but don’t think for one second that I am one of them.

So about fifty billion (more like six actually but it felt like a horde) different people requested people with wings and at first I was like ‘okay I can do that’ and then I was like ‘wait angels’ and then I was like ‘Sherlock’s not an angel he’s got to be human’ and then I was like ‘but wings he needs wings????’ and then I was like ‘no wait what did Moffat say that Sherlock was a man who aspired to be a god so maybe Sherlock built himself a pair of wings because being human simply wasn’t enough’ and then I was like ‘but wait WAIT John wait what John and Moriarty how does this even work WAIT JOHN and the and John’s lost a wing in Afghanistan and and and and wings aren’t actually all that uncommon there’re enough of them around and generally angels tend to be outwardly good people so there’s lots of angels who are doctors and policemen and such but few of them can fly and John was an exception in that he could fly EXCEPT HE CAN’T ANYMORE but walking with Sherlock Holmes, who’s at once human and something worse and something better, makes up for the loss of flight and oh my god and wait is Moriarty Lucifer or something I don’t even know and wait wait wait AND SHERLOCK WITH THE WINGS HIS FALL FROM GRACE IS LIKE AN ICARUS THING OH MY GOD’

and then the next thing I knew it was the middle of the night and there was an orphaned AU that needed an author 

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godtiss:

alicexz:

You’re on the side of the angels…
I seriously pictured this when he got up on the ledge though. Through my tears, of course.

I may be on the side of the angels but don’t think for one second that I am one of them. John doesn’t hear those words, spoken through clenched teeth on the roof of St. Barts. He’s in a cab, three minutes away – cursing the London traffic, cursing his own gullibility, cursing Sherlock because he knows that something is very, very wrong. John doesn’t hear those words, but if he had, he would have strongly disagreed. He’s always been able to see Sherlock’s wings – wide and vibrant, with feathers of pure gold faded into silver at the tips. They tower over him when Sherlock stands, angry or agitated or excited. They swoop low and drape over the both of them when they stand together in the rain at crime scenes. Sherlock’s wings envelop him when John can see his thoughts turned inwards, droop when he’s complaining about boredom. John can’t imagine Sherlock without them, even while the rest of the world continues to turn uninterrupted, seems oblivious to the angel that walks among them.  He’s out of the cab as soon as it stops outside of the hospital. His phone rings. “John.” And Sherlock’s there, on the roof with his wings spread wide behind him, nearly swallowing his figure as the sun catches in the feathers and John has to wonder how anyone can’t see them for how bright they are.  He’s learned to read the set of Sherlock’s wings, knows what emotions plague that brilliant mind perhaps better than Sherlock himself knows. John can see the fear etched in the feathers and muscles and bones, can see the doubt, the grief, the quiet apology. “Goodbye, John.”  John had always been able to see Sherlock’s wings. He never saw Sherlock use them to fly.

godtiss:

alicexz:

You’re on the side of the angels…

I seriously pictured this when he got up on the ledge though. Through my tears, of course.

I may be on the side of the angels but don’t think for one second that I am one of them.

John doesn’t hear those words, spoken through clenched teeth on the roof of St. Barts. He’s in a cab, three minutes away – cursing the London traffic, cursing his own gullibility, cursing Sherlock because he knows that something is very, very wrong.

John doesn’t hear those words, but if he had, he would have strongly disagreed.

He’s always been able to see Sherlock’s wings – wide and vibrant, with feathers of pure gold faded into silver at the tips. They tower over him when Sherlock stands, angry or agitated or excited. They swoop low and drape over the both of them when they stand together in the rain at crime scenes. Sherlock’s wings envelop him when John can see his thoughts turned inwards, droop when he’s complaining about boredom.

John can’t imagine Sherlock without them, even while the rest of the world continues to turn uninterrupted, seems oblivious to the angel that walks among them.

He’s out of the cab as soon as it stops outside of the hospital. His phone rings.

John.”

And Sherlock’s there, on the roof with his wings spread wide behind him, nearly swallowing his figure as the sun catches in the feathers and John has to wonder how anyone can’t see them for how bright they are.

He’s learned to read the set of Sherlock’s wings, knows what emotions plague that brilliant mind perhaps better than Sherlock himself knows. John can see the fear etched in the feathers and muscles and bones, can see the doubt, the grief, the quiet apology.

Goodbye, John.” 

John had always been able to see Sherlock’s wings. He never saw Sherlock use them to fly.

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alicexz:

andells:

OKKK SO i told alice i would draw her some winglock like ten years ago IM SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG SHERLOCK IS HARD TO DRAW Sobs
kjdfhsdjflksd i prob could have made this a lot cooler/better cries BUT I HOPE…. YOU LIKE IT BABY………………………. cries

I LOVE IT WHEN PEOPLE GIVE ME WINGLOCK I will never get tired of it… sob cries thank you so much Anna. I think everyone knows how I feel about this… ……

Yes rebagel all the winglock here for great justice

alicexz:

andells:

OKKK SO i told alice i would draw her some winglock like ten years ago IM SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG SHERLOCK IS HARD TO DRAW Sobs

kjdfhsdjflksd i prob could have made this a lot cooler/better cries BUT I HOPE…. YOU LIKE IT BABY………………………. cries

I LOVE IT WHEN PEOPLE GIVE ME WINGLOCK I will never get tired of it… sob cries thank you so much Anna. I think everyone knows how I feel about this… ……

Yes rebagel all the winglock here for great justice

alicexz:

hoursago:

quick winglock for alice because she is silly

AHHHHHHHHHH THANK YOU BLUE DSKFJHDKSF I LOVE IT

REBAGEL HERE FOR GOOD MEASURE

alicexz:

hoursago:

quick winglock for alice because she is silly

AHHHHHHHHHH THANK YOU BLUE DSKFJHDKSF I LOVE IT

REBAGEL HERE FOR GOOD MEASURE

xxxxxx6x:

I just want to make John happy.
And I want to draw Sherlock with wings too.

YES ALL THE WINGLOCK

xxxxxx6x:

I just want to make John happy.

And I want to draw Sherlock with wings too.

YES ALL THE WINGLOCK