So here’s a preview of my piece for the Baker Street Babes’ SherlockeDCC party at SDCC. The finished art will only be available through their funding campaign, which you can check out here. :)

So here’s a preview of my piece for the Baker Street Babes’ SherlockeDCC party at SDCC. The finished art will only be available through their funding campaign, which you can check out here. :)

Mackintosh-style men’s coat, thrifted: $8 (“I’ll just chop the bottom off it and use that fabric for the pockets,” I said. Printedsoot laughed like I had proposed flying to England and stripping the coat off Martin Freeman’s back while he was on coffee break. “It can’t be that much work,” I said, “I mean it’s only pockets." "You are crazy," said printedsoot. "Just for the record.")

Vinyl and corduroy from a craft store remnants bin: $10 (“This black is too green!” I said. “You are crazy,” said printedsoot, dutifully inspecting the fabric glue.)

Time plotting out patterns, ripping out seams, cutting, sewing, and gluing: AHAHAHAohgod. (“You are CRAZY,” printedsoot said, watching me finish the last seam of the shoulder patches. “If this goddamn seam doesn’t fit right, I’m going to set this fucking coat on fire,” I said, “and then I’m going to put it on.”)

Getting to go to CONvergence dressed as my favorite character: priceless.

"Only pockets" roughly translated to:

  • making three pleated pockets and one other pocket from scratch, all of them with flaps, with no pattern to work from
  • removing four straps with buttons from the shoulders and wrists
  • sewing all of those pockets to the coat so they are actual functioning pockets
  • figuring out the vinyl patches on the shoulder and gluing them in place
  • hemming the coat and its sleeves so it actually fits my short proportions
  • stitching half the shoulder patches on by hand and half by machine
  • making a new collar in corduroy and sewing that on
  • cleaning off a tragic super glue spill with sand paper
  • attaching rivets/snaps on pockets between now and con, craft store hours willing

My pages for the Sherlock Sketchbook Project.

Finished ink study! 3x5” or so, India ink (and a touch of white acrylic ink for highlights) on watercolor paper. 
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to go talk this bottle of ink into eloping with me and my brush pen. 

Finished ink study! 3x5” or so, India ink (and a touch of white acrylic ink for highlights) on watercolor paper. 

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to go talk this bottle of ink into eloping with me and my brush pen. 

Couple of sketches done while playing wallflower at the Minnesotan Sherlock meet-up yesterday. No references because I was too lazy to look them up on my phone. Kiwi bird on John’s head just because

Head-canon: John can tolerate tripping over the crap Sherlock’s left lying around about four times, but the fifth time he casually picks it up and deposits it in his flatmate’s bed. In the case of the harpoon, he tucks it in with its stained blade on Sherlock’s favorite pillow.
Sherlock gives him an animated lecture on thread counts and respecting personal property but keeps the harpoon in the broom closet after that.

Head-canon: John can tolerate tripping over the crap Sherlock’s left lying around about four times, but the fifth time he casually picks it up and deposits it in his flatmate’s bed. In the case of the harpoon, he tucks it in with its stained blade on Sherlock’s favorite pillow.

Sherlock gives him an animated lecture on thread counts and respecting personal property but keeps the harpoon in the broom closet after that.

Read the rest of the comic here,because Tumblr doesn’t have a good format for posting comics longer than a page.
You were always with me.
For Claudia, who requested Sherlock watching John post-Fall. Got a bit carried away. (Understatement.)

Read the rest of the comic here,because Tumblr doesn’t have a good format for posting comics longer than a page.

You were always with me.

For Claudia, who requested Sherlock watching John post-Fall. Got a bit carried away. (Understatement.)

A matched set.

I keep trying to draw fluff, but Reichenbach happens instead.

I keep trying to draw fluff, but Reichenbach happens instead.

John never used to be afraid of heights. He didn’t used to be afraid of much of anything, to be honest. Now, God help him, walking under tall buildings makes his breath get tighter. He dreams about falling all the time - sometimes as himself, sometimes as Sherlock, sometimes watching either from the street. He—or Sherlock—never hits the pavement, but he doesn’t need to hit the pavement to feel it.
Every once in a while, he dreams he’s up on the roof with Sherlock, watching another, more naive version of himself on the street pleading into his mobile. The version of him that knows what comes next walks up behind his friend, locks his arms around him, and holds tight, breathing in the smell of London in that wool coat and letting his weight pull them both down from the ledge. He doesn’t let go. 
His bed feels particularly cold after those dreams.

John never used to be afraid of heights. He didn’t used to be afraid of much of anything, to be honest. Now, God help him, walking under tall buildings makes his breath get tighter. He dreams about falling all the time - sometimes as himself, sometimes as Sherlock, sometimes watching either from the street. He—or Sherlock—never hits the pavement, but he doesn’t need to hit the pavement to feel it.

Every once in a while, he dreams he’s up on the roof with Sherlock, watching another, more naive version of himself on the street pleading into his mobile. The version of him that knows what comes next walks up behind his friend, locks his arms around him, and holds tight, breathing in the smell of London in that wool coat and letting his weight pull them both down from the ledge. He doesn’t let go. 

His bed feels particularly cold after those dreams.