“One of the Twelve demon Trolls, Lauren vs the Nightmare Hashira, Hope!”
Would you become a demon to protect your sister? This is the choice Lauren made in this Au of an Au, so Hope must stop her before any more trouble is caused in (insert location).
I also wanted to do more of an action shot with Lauren but I couldn’t think of a demon art for her….so if I ever get an idea for one I’ll probably do another Image (suggestions are beyond welcome!)
Roles
-Hope= Nightmare Breathing Hashira
-Lauren= Twelve DT/Former Hashira of [Undecided breathing art]
This whole this was mainly made due to the fact I realized I never made a cool big piece to Lauren even though I’ve drawn her a good bit of times, so I had to make something that was “Ruby giving it 100%!”.
Lastly, if you have any questions I’ll be happy to answer them.
OH MY GOSH PH MY GOSH I REALISED I NEVER REBLOGGES THIS HERE AAAAAAAAH RUBYYYYYY THIS IS SO AMAZING IK I ALREADY SCREAMED ABT THIS BUT STILL OH MY GOSH IT LOOKS LIKR A SCREENSHOT FROM AN ANIME AAAAAAAAA
[see also: day 1,day 2,day 3,day 4] - i will post day 6 at night! (or i’ll try - sorry i’m so late but i’ve been busy and writing these takes hOuRs)]
5. scar worship
sherlock laid in his bed only covered with his bedsheet. he laid there, looked up at the ceiling and sighed with a smile on his face. when was the last time he was this happy? when he solved the triple murder two months ago? when he had insulted mycroft the other day so badly his brother had stomped out of the room? maybe even on his eighth birthday where he had finally gotten the microscope that he has wished for since he was four? but then sherlock shook his head to himself… no, this was a completely different kind of happy. it was the kind of happy that only a person you love can give you. that kind of happy that makes you feel content, peaceful maybe even. where all the worries are far away, and there is no rush. just happiness. sherlock breathed in deeply…
and then john stepped out of the bathroom. the steam surrounding him. his scar for once was clearly visible. a towel wrapped around his lower body. showing off his hips and torso.
sherlock’s breath was caught at this sight. he gulped…
john was walking over to the closet and was about to grab clothes from his side - unaware of the state of awe that sherlock was in - when the detective said: “john, do you know that your physical experience is really quite… agreeable?”
john turned around, looking at sherlock and laughed. now this confused sherlock. why was john laughing? he just paid him an honest compliment - why was it funny?
“why are you laughing?”, sherlock said suddenly feeling uncomfortable.
“it’s just-”, john was walking over to sherlock on the bed now, “-that my partners would usually say something along the lines of "john, you’re so hot’ or something not that ‘my physical appearance is quite agreeable.’”
at that sherlock pouted. john laughed out again: “not that i don’t like it.”, and bent down to give sherlock a kiss.
sherlock hummed into it and only parted to say: “come back to bed, john.”
“sherlock… it’s alread-”, but sherlock didn’t let him finish the sentence, wrapped his arms around his man and pulled him down. “don’t care. kiss me.”
john - now on top of sherlock - obeyed. the kiss was slow and full of devotion. sherlock let his hands travel over john’s body. down his back, along his stomach, up his sides. his right hand was on john’s left shoulder now and he let his fingers travel over john’s scar, from when he got shot in afghanistan. he paid more attention to it than he usually did - and john stiffened up.
“sherlock.”, the doctor said warningly.
sherlock pulled away and looked into john’s eyes. but he let his hand carefully cover the scar, barely touching.
john always avoided sherlock focusing on his scar. when they made out (or more) he - successfully - distracted sherlock with kissing, holding sherlock’s hands over his head or letting his hand travel lower… sherlock was too much in awe of his doctor to object. but afterwards his mind always traveled back to that, often just then realizing what john had done - distracting him.
“why does it bother you so much, john?”
john rolled off his boyfriend - the heat between them had faded and was replaced by a serious cooler atmosphere.
john let out a deep sigh just to say, “it doesn’t matter, sherlock.”
“it does matter. it bothers you. why?”
“sherlock, i really don’t want to-”
“please, john. i don’t wanna know for me. i just want you to talk about it. maybe that helps.”
“it’s really not-”
“only if you want to, of course.” sherlock added. john looked at him and at that moment the detective saw, that’s just what his man needed. to let him know he was curious, but to also make sure he didn’t need to talk about it. sherlock wanted to show that he cared, but not enough if it would hurt john to talk about it. and that’s what made john give in.
Do you think I sit around doing nothing? I haven’t had the chance to sit around and do nothing since the day I joined a fandom. I’m too busy running around trying to drown myself in content. “Read this fic!” “Watch that show!” And when I’m not drowning myself in old content, I’m trying to make new content. And when I’m not doing that, I’m trying to regain emotional stability. Do you know how many times I’ve cried over this stuff? I’ve lost count. Do I get any breaks? No. I have faced character deaths, unresolved endings, and plot lines that don’t make sense. I have been queerbaited, heartbroken, left on cliffhangers. And all the while, I have to remind myself that it’s not real, because if I don’t, I might just explode. Sometimes I feel like I’m being pulled in so many directions I don’t know which way to turn!
