Well, this is the moment you've all (okay, maybe not all, but some...XD) have been waiting for...drumroll pleeease~~ OuO
THE ANNOUNCEMENT OF MY CONTEST~ //flails around//
okay, the votes were literally 12 to 12, so I had to cast in my own vote and I've chosen to hold aaaa.....
So, this is how it's all goin' down yo:
For this contest, you have to make an art/cosplay piece of any Sherlock character you desire! Sherlock, John, Moriarty, Molly, whatever! you may do your piece as:
Now, if you don't want to draw, or you want to enter another time with another medium there is also a fanfiction/story option if you'd like! the only rule I have for that is NO SMUTTYNESS~~~ OnO other than that, have fun!
.::Alone protects me...::.---
"Mummy, why do people like being alone? wouldn't they rather have friends?" the boys bright blue eyes were filled with curiosity at the "stupidity" of some people. "Sherlock, dear, you know some people don't choose to be alone, right?" "Why did you say you were alone then? did you choose to be alone, or did daddy do something?" she sighed, putting Sherlock's loose hair behind his ear. "Daddy is--" she opened her mouth to say something, but dreaded the words. She answered the first question, saving the boy from sadness..."Alone is what I have, dear...alone protects me-- but I have you, and-- and I'm happy for that...I'm happy that I don't have to be alone..."
this is your chance, Watson. his finger, placed on the trigger. if he could do it, so could you the lights were off in an attempt for dramatic affect, and the bed sheets were cold like his trembling body had frozen them. He didn't know what was stopping himself from pulling the trigger. But
in your description, you can write a tiny little back-story on your picture! For example, let's say, if I were to enter this picture off mine:
I could write something along the lines of:
"he tossed the apple up into the air carelessly, his free hand tucked away in his pocket. The wind nipped at his bare skin as he passed unseen throughout the small crowds. it was then he felt a small tug on his pant bottom, making him come to a stop. "hmm?" he turned his head around slowly to see a small black and white cat poking at the back of his leg....."
it doesn't have to be long, it doesn't have to be perfect...I just want to see what you come up with!
this is optional, but I encourage it, because I looove to hear what you guys have!!
you can enter up to 3 pictures max
you must fave this journal!!
respect other peoples entries
send me a link to your entries so I can put it up!
contest ends on June 10th (I will extend if needed OuO )
have any questions? feel free to ask!! OuO
1st place= an art request by yours truly + an art request from TwiliCuckoo
+ an art request from Robinstar99
+ 25 points
2nd place= 10 points + an art request from the lovely: Jelly0Bean
+ an art request from TwiliCuckoo
3rd place = an art request from the lovely: Elskerr
+ 5 points
4th place= 15 faves + llama + watch (5 extra faves if I've already watched you)
5th place= 3 faves + llama + 3 points (2 extra faves if I've already llama'd you!!)
Have fun everyone!!!
I owe you so much."You know, John?" Sherlock breathed into the night, buttoning up his coat with his shaking hands as he stood at the top of the high building. His breaths came out in small whisps of cloud. "What?" John asked, through the telephone, his voice becoming a bit fuzzy. "Sherlock? What's wrong? Why won't you let me come to you?" Sherlock heard it in John's voice. Confusion, obvious - but also... concern. Why concern...?
"John..." Sherlock started, turning up his coat collar, "I... I fear death, did you know that?"
It stayed quiet on the other end of the line for a few seconds. Then, he responded. "Sherlock. Don't." It was almost a plea. "Please..." his voice cracked, then trailed away. "Why-" Sherlock stopped for a second, breathing in and out. Ugh, those emotions. Very fascinating, but they wouldn't... suit him.
"Why would you care, John?" Sherlock muttered, his voice bitter. He wasn't even supposed to be this way, to feel this way...
"Because-" John hesitated. "Because you're my best friend