haedraulics:

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i can’t believe arthur conan doyle wrote this scene

gooolabatooo:

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Breaking into Milverton’s house

granada-brett-crumbs:

Covers of some of Sherlock Holmes’s works. ✍️

ghostbees:

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At the beginning of this year, I felt that I was due for a Holmes refresh, as I had become a bit rusty about some canonical points. So I picked up my Annotated and decided that I would go though it again, and perhaps take some notes, or even do a comic if the mood strikes me. Well, the mood did very much strike me, and I thought I should do one comic per story to make a neat series of sixty-ish. A bit out of nostalgia, mostly to brush up my knowledge, retrain my hand, re-engage with scholarship, and have a project to work on that is methodical and self-contained. 

They’ll be posted, as usual, here, vaguely weekly. I’ve also set up a substack newsletter for people outside of Tumblr, so I’ll be crossposting between the two.

The new comics will exist separately from the ‘original series’ (2012-18), as I’ll be changing some character designs, sticking to a template, and editing them in a cohesive way. I am also planning to collect them in printed form when I am done.

I want to thank everyone for your continued interest and support. I’m always so happy that my little sketches have such an appreciative audience and to have made so many friends through them. I do hope you enjoy this fresh take on some old adventures!

granada-brett-crumbs:

But you will come with me tonight?

granada-brett-crumbs:

Before whom you may speak as freely as before myself.

granada-brett-crumbs:

“You will not apply my precept,” he said, shaking his head. “How often have I said to you that when you have eliminated the impossible whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth?” —The Sign of Four

l0ud3r-ch33ps:

“An epiphany, Watson!”

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i seem to cant help but draw watson’s loved ones all over him

contact-guy:

contact-guy:

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their asses are NOT making their valentine’s day dinner reservation

When left to himself, however, he would seldom produce any music or attempt any recognized air. Leaning back in his arm-chair of an evening, he would close his eyes and scrape carelessly at the fiddle which was thrown across his knee. … I might have rebelled against these exasperating solos had it not been that he usually terminated them by playing in quick succession a whole series of my favourite airs as a slight compensation for the trial upon my patience.