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Title: A Local Shop for Local People
Series: Sherlock, League of Gentlemen
Character(s): Sherlock, John, Tubbs
Medium: Photoshop CS3 + pen tablet
Warnings: None, SFW
Notes: All my obligations for art work are finished! So I decided to celebrate by drawing the ONE crossover I want to see but haven't found yet: Sherlock & League of Gentlemen. An explanation is needed for this one: League of Gentlemen takes place in this quaint English village called Royston Vasey, which is quirky, bizarre, and full of dark secrets. The Local Shop is located far outside of the town, and is run by married couple/siblings/IDEK Edward and Tubbs. The local shop only serves local people; so help any outsider who comes into the store, ESPECIALLY if they pick up any of "the precious things." (Sherlock and John are fucked)
“Our lives may depend on it.”
There is one case - ONE - that Sherlock and John have agreed to never mention - to Mrs. Hudson, to Lestrade, on John’s blog and Sherlock’s site, even to John’s therapist. Sherlock has never known terror, but sometimes - when no amount of nicotine patches or questionably legal substances can keep Sherlock’s mind from wandering, when John is fast asleep so he’ll never hear it - Sherlock whispers two words in the dark, two words that make his heart race, his palms sweat, and a cold dread form in his stomach: “Royston Vasey.”
Series: Sherlock, League of Gentlemen
Character(s): Sherlock, John, Tubbs
Medium: Photoshop CS3 + pen tablet
Warnings: None, SFW
Notes: All my obligations for art work are finished! So I decided to celebrate by drawing the ONE crossover I want to see but haven't found yet: Sherlock & League of Gentlemen. An explanation is needed for this one: League of Gentlemen takes place in this quaint English village called Royston Vasey, which is quirky, bizarre, and full of dark secrets. The Local Shop is located far outside of the town, and is run by married couple/siblings/IDEK Edward and Tubbs. The local shop only serves local people; so help any outsider who comes into the store, ESPECIALLY if they pick up any of "the precious things." (Sherlock and John are fucked)
“Our lives may depend on it.”
There is one case - ONE - that Sherlock and John have agreed to never mention - to Mrs. Hudson, to Lestrade, on John’s blog and Sherlock’s site, even to John’s therapist. Sherlock has never known terror, but sometimes - when no amount of nicotine patches or questionably legal substances can keep Sherlock’s mind from wandering, when John is fast asleep so he’ll never hear it - Sherlock whispers two words in the dark, two words that make his heart race, his palms sweat, and a cold dread form in his stomach: “Royston Vasey.”
