Hella thirsty for the OTP
levianee:

A little RusBela for Anja, one of the best people I’ve ever known <3(sometimes I feel like you’re more Russian than myself, really xD)
Sorry if it seems a bit depressing, but ugh, I love drawing angst xD

levianee:

A little RusBela for Anja, one of the best people I’ve ever known <3
(sometimes I feel like you’re more Russian than myself, really xD)

Sorry if it seems a bit depressing, but ugh, I love drawing angst xD

makebelievedestroyer:

Painting up his star.
Carpenter made Alice into a proper theater star. :3 painting her lipstick on

makebelievedestroyer:

Painting up his star.

Carpenter made Alice into a proper theater star. :3 painting her lipstick on

SOMEONE IS DRAWING MY OTP AND IT&#8217;S NOT ME
LIFE IS SO GREAT

SOMEONE IS DRAWING MY OTP AND IT’S NOT ME

LIFE IS SO GREAT

This is the best thing.

I am done with the Internet

Nothing can top this

good bye

artbylexie:

30 Day OTP Challenge
OTP: Sherlock x Molly
Day Twenty Nine: Doing something sweet

“Black, two sugars.”
“Thank you, Doctor Holmes.”

artbylexie:

30 Day OTP Challenge

OTP: Sherlock x Molly

Day Twenty Nine: Doing something sweet

“Black, two sugars.”

“Thank you, Doctor Holmes.”

artbylexie:

30 Day OTP Challenge
OTP: Sherlock x Molly
Companion piece: Day23: Arguing
Day Twenty Four: Making Up Afterwards

Sherlock stood at the door outside the bathroom for a long while, his fingers curling around the doorknob.
There wasn’t a sound from the room inside, and he knew he needed to fix this. Five years ago, he would have scoffed at the whole thing, used this scenario as yet another reason why sentiment made people irrational and it was an unworthy pursuit.
But that was before he realized what it meant to sacrifice oneself for one’s friends, before he understood that love and sentiment was not a weakness at all, but rather a source of strength. No one had embodied that more than the woman on the other side of the door.
Carefully, he turned the knob, unsure if he was going to find resistance from her having thrown the lock against him. It gave way quickly and with no effort, and he quietly breathed a sigh of relief: there was hope for him yet.
His eyes took in the small room quickly, seeing that little to nothing was out of the ordinary…it also appeared to be empty.
Sherlock closed the door behind him with a soft click and took the two steps towards the tub, pulling back the shower curtain.
It was probably Molly’s oddest habit, something that he discovered when briefly living with her while he was “dead”: she liked to curl up in the tub when she was upset, even without water, claiming that it allowed her to think more clearly.
She looked up at him from her curled up position, evidence of the crying she’d done drying on her face, but there were no fresh tears now. She was giving him a sort of blank expression and Sherlock felt his heart tighten.
Carefully, he lifted her up just enough to be able to position himself beside her, folding himself around her and adjusting them both into a relatively comfortable position. With her head tucked up under his chin, he felt her breathing against the skin exposed by his open collar.
“Molly, please forgive me,” he said finally, his thumb rubbing small circles against the fabric of her jumper. “I never meant to imply that your work isn’t important. I truly hold it as essential, not just in relation to myself but to society in general. It was wrong of me to suggest anything different.”
She let out a deep sigh, but said nothing in reply. He pressed on.
“And I want you to know that I am a man of my word. I made you a promise, and I will do everything I can to live up to it.”
Molly let out another sigh but this time Sherlock felt her press her lips to his collarbone lightly. “I’m sorry too. I know that you’re trying, that we’re both still trying to figure this out. I also know by now what you really mean when you say certain things, so I really shouldn’t have reacted like that, no matter how much I wanted to just wring your neck, impossible man.”
“If it helps, you probably could have gotten away with it,” he replied.
Molly lightly smacked his chest. “And let you get out of the joy of the next nine months of dealing with my probably horrifying mood swings and having you wait on me hand and foot? Not a chance.”
“Mmm, sounds like I’ll have to come up with another master plan, then.”
“You can certainly try. Just make sure that it somehow includes getting someone here to do the washing up so we don’t argue about it.”

Sherlock chuckled. “I’m sure I can think of something.”

artbylexie:

30 Day OTP Challenge

OTP: Sherlock x Molly

Companion piece: Day23: Arguing

Day Twenty Four: Making Up Afterwards

Sherlock stood at the door outside the bathroom for a long while, his fingers curling around the doorknob.

There wasn’t a sound from the room inside, and he knew he needed to fix this. Five years ago, he would have scoffed at the whole thing, used this scenario as yet another reason why sentiment made people irrational and it was an unworthy pursuit.

But that was before he realized what it meant to sacrifice oneself for one’s friends, before he understood that love and sentiment was not a weakness at all, but rather a source of strength. No one had embodied that more than the woman on the other side of the door.

Carefully, he turned the knob, unsure if he was going to find resistance from her having thrown the lock against him. It gave way quickly and with no effort, and he quietly breathed a sigh of relief: there was hope for him yet.

His eyes took in the small room quickly, seeing that little to nothing was out of the ordinary…it also appeared to be empty.

Sherlock closed the door behind him with a soft click and took the two steps towards the tub, pulling back the shower curtain.

It was probably Molly’s oddest habit, something that he discovered when briefly living with her while he was “dead”: she liked to curl up in the tub when she was upset, even without water, claiming that it allowed her to think more clearly.

She looked up at him from her curled up position, evidence of the crying she’d done drying on her face, but there were no fresh tears now. She was giving him a sort of blank expression and Sherlock felt his heart tighten.

Carefully, he lifted her up just enough to be able to position himself beside her, folding himself around her and adjusting them both into a relatively comfortable position. With her head tucked up under his chin, he felt her breathing against the skin exposed by his open collar.

“Molly, please forgive me,” he said finally, his thumb rubbing small circles against the fabric of her jumper. “I never meant to imply that your work isn’t important. I truly hold it as essential, not just in relation to myself but to society in general. It was wrong of me to suggest anything different.”

She let out a deep sigh, but said nothing in reply. He pressed on.

“And I want you to know that I am a man of my word. I made you a promise, and I will do everything I can to live up to it.”

Molly let out another sigh but this time Sherlock felt her press her lips to his collarbone lightly. “I’m sorry too. I know that you’re trying, that we’re both still trying to figure this out. I also know by now what you really mean when you say certain things, so I really shouldn’t have reacted like that, no matter how much I wanted to just wring your neck, impossible man.”

“If it helps, you probably could have gotten away with it,” he replied.

Molly lightly smacked his chest. “And let you get out of the joy of the next nine months of dealing with my probably horrifying mood swings and having you wait on me hand and foot? Not a chance.”

“Mmm, sounds like I’ll have to come up with another master plan, then.”

“You can certainly try. Just make sure that it somehow includes getting someone here to do the washing up so we don’t argue about it.”
Sherlock chuckled. “I’m sure I can think of something.”

mazentah:

“I’ll repay that, I’ll repay that 10 times over… Mark my words!”

“Couldn’t you have phrased that more romantically?”

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Kamina x Yoko