HOW IS NO ONE POSTED ABOUT THIS YET?!
Moffat, either that’s the TARDIS or you have some serious explaining to do
LOOK AT THIS. I CAN’T EVEN-
MOFFAT, GATISS, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
OH MY GOD
WHAT THE SWEET SHIT
sherlockians are crazier than usually this week….must be a full moon
I checked, it’s really there.
I HAVE TO CHECK
YES ITS THERE
WHAT ARE YOU DOING
My part of an art trade with bendydicks who asked for Wholock. She ACTUALLY asked for the Doctor to come and ask Sherlock for help with finding his missing TARDIS, but I don’t know Eleven well enough to put him in a proper conversation
Instead have some gay sex behind the TARDIS
and excuse how half the comic is in text post GIFS HAVE A PERSONAL GRUDGE AGAINST PNGS OR SOMETHING
Wholock - The Doctor’s boy
Jim grew up with an abusive father and an alcoholic mother. One day he met the Doctor, who promised to take him on adventures and show him wonders beyond the world Jim knew. But something went wrong, and the Doctor returned years later to a Jim who had nothing but hatred for the world…And nothing but hatred for the Doctor.
head cannon approved
“He promised he’d take me somewhere new, John.” Sherlock said with a frown. “You… you could come… too…”
He looked confused, but remarkably sedate in the arms of the intrusive faun… and ‘sedate Sherlock’, of course, was not the Sherlock that John had come to know.
“You believe him, Sherlock?” The Doctor asked tentatively as he stood beside John. His mind was still racing through the best possible way to defuse this scenario. Step one would be getting Sherlock away from, and out of the influence of, the Faun.
The young genius furrowed his brow, “I-I… I don’t…” He struggled to find the right words. “I just had to complete three tasks. Like a case, a mystery! I worked my way through it, I’m… almost finished…”
“No Sherlock!” John yelled desperately. He made a move toward his friend, but the Doctor immediately held him back. “He’s lying to you! Once you complete the tasks, he’ll kill you!”
The Doctor stared at the Faun calmly; judging by Sherlock’s reluctance to leave the creature’s arms, he assumed that the cunning Faun had the child under some sort of ‘lure’ or charm.
They were an intelligent, manipulative race when they wanted to be… those fauns.
“You can’t trust him, Sherlock.” The Doctor nodded, making sure to keep John at bay. “I bet he didn’t even tell you his name.”
That revelation seemed to cause a bit of a hiccup in Sherlock’s docile haze. “What… what is your name?” He asked, finally pulling away to look at the creature.
“Me?” The faun purred and clicked, “I’ve had so many names. Old names that only the wind and the trees can pronounce. I am the mountain, the forest and the earth. I am… I am a faun. Your most humble servant, Your Highness.”
John’s lower lip trembled, “Sherlock don’t listen!”
“I’m here to take you to the Underworld, Sherlock, where your genius will be praised, and your mind will be challenged. Endless adventures are almost within your grasp.” The faun continued, tilting Sherlock’s chin up with a lift of his finger. “The portal to this world will open only with the blood of the innocent. So, I give you your final task…” The creature blinked and cocked it’s head to the side, before looking toward The Doctor and John.
“You must kill John Watson…”
|| I’ve been getting messages from followers requesting more ‘pan’s labyrinth/doctor who/kidlock crossovers. So here ya go!
“I’m starting to rethink this.” The Doctor frowned.
He and John were standing before a door. It looked just like all the others in this labyrinth-like place the Doctor had brought him to… but it had a square crudely drawn on the bottom of the door.
It looked as if it had been drawn by a child; a pretend-door, even.
“Why?” John asked. “If I can help Sherlock, I’ll do anything.”
The Doctor shifted his eyes toward the door, then back at John. “There is a key, John. It lays at the end of a hall, at the head of a long table that’s brimming with food, treats and temptations…” He began to describe. “That key can help us get to Sherlock.”
“So I’ll just get the key.” John said confidently, turning toward the door.
The Doctor stopped him with a firm hand on his shoulder.
“A table of food is not the only danger in that room, John.” He continued. His young companion quirked a brow, unsure of how a table of food could be dangerous - but listened carefully to the Doctor anyway, “There is a creature as well. Harmless. Well, mostly. I think so. If you stay on his good side.”
John’s face seemed to fall a bit; the Doctor could see slight hesitation in his eyes now. “A… creature?”
“Yes, but we need the KEY, John. I would get it myself, but this door is too small. Only children can fit through.” He explained. Crouching down, the Doctor placed is palm in the middle of the chalk-door that was drawn - and pushed. Oddly enough, it opened. The entire place seemed eerily silent.
Standing back upright, the Doctor looked back to John. “You must not touch ANYTHING on that table but the key, John. Do not eat any of the food, do not drink any of the refreshments, and do NOT touch the eyeballs.”
“Eyeballs?” John looked as if he were growing more terrified by the second.
“You can do this, John. Think of Sherlock.” The Doctor encouraged, nudging him forward. “Touch nothing but the key and come right back out. The key. No matter what, John. Do you understand?”
Hesitantly, John nodded.
The Doctor patted John on the shoulder, and watched anxiously as his young friend crawled through the chalk-drawn, child sized door.
He could only pray John would resist temptation…
Noticing the dried blood spatter on the floor beneath them, The Doctor concluded that other children had not been so lucky.
|| I dunno what I’m doing anymore. I remembered this scene from Pan’s Labyrinth, and thought it would be fun to cross it with Sherlock/Doctor Who :) If you want to know more, look up ‘pale man’ or ‘pan’s labyrinth’ on youtube.