The creature stared dangerously into the eyes of his creators… There was something going on and he was going to find out. Sure he went berserk that one time during one of the tests but that was because they loaded him with too much data for his own good. Ever since the sudden IQ increase and the demand for more tests, SherCAT refuses to do anymore and would rebel against the scientists when given the chance. The female scientist named Jenna knelt down before the creature with a syringe in her hand.“Okay Sherlock, this will make you sleep for a while. You need to get your blood tested again.”But even then, Sherlock knew what the contents of the liquid in the syringe and stared into the eyes of the female scientist.“Oh you think I haven’t learned. I know what that is, Jenna. It is pentobarbitone, veterinarians would put animals down with that. And I’ve seen you use it on others so don’t think for a second I don’t know what you’re planning to do. Now my question is why me?”The scientist stared at the cat. He really has developed over such a span of months, she thought as he lowered the syringe slightly with a puzzling look on her face, trying to find the right words to use.“Well… You see Sherlock, since you haven’t been cooperating or listening to us during the few weeks after the incident, we believe you have become… Unstable. We cannot continue the research with an unstable specimen.”“After all you stupid humans have put me through?… No. You took me for a purpose. What was it?… TELL ME!”The creature yelled at the scientist as he edged closer to her, his face contorted in fury. Jenna backed away slightly when this happened and stared back with a stiff upper lip.“… You were made for the use of the government…But those plans no longer matter.” “So I am no more than another experiment, locked up here until you might have use of me? You could have told me what I was made for from the beginning! Why didn’t you? What, because I… I… I am the monster parents tell their children about at night?”“No it’s not like that Sh-“”THEN TELL ME JENNA, WHY ELSE WOULD YOU KEEP A BLOODY MONSTER LIKE ME!? WHAT IS MY PURPOSE IF NOTHING MORE THAN EXPERIMENT FOR YOU STUPID HUMANS!?”The creature yelled louder in anger and frustration, tears started streaming down his eyes. He hasn’t felt this angry or this hurt in so long. Sherlock placed his small hands to his face and attempted to wipe away the tears.Jenna could only watch the creature break down in front of him. The scientist looked back to her fellow scientists and stood up.“I’ll try to think of another way, Sherlock.”“Please, call me SherCAT. It will be difficult to differentiate if the real Sherlock Holmes appears one day and we eventually meet.”“… Right, SherCAT.” Jenna muttered before leaving the specimen’s chamber. The doors locked behind her and the ‘monster’ was now just sitting on the ground. He thought emotions were useless, but even now tears continued to stream down his face. He could do /nothing/ in their hold. NOTHING! He slammed his fists into the ground covered in papers of things he had to learn. The tears didn’t want to stop… He curled into a ball on the floor with an expression that showed much pain and betrayal. How could he have been so blind… How?
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The creature stared dangerously into the eyes of his creators… There was something going on and he was going to find out. Sure he went berserk that one time during one of the tests but that was because they loaded him with too much data for his own good. 

Ever since the sudden IQ increase and the demand for more tests, SherCAT refuses to do anymore and would rebel against the scientists when given the chance. The female scientist named Jenna knelt down before the creature with a syringe in her hand.

“Okay Sherlock, this will make you sleep for a while. You need to get your blood tested again.”

But even then, Sherlock knew what the contents of the liquid in the syringe and stared into the eyes of the female scientist.

“Oh you think I haven’t learned. I know what that is, Jenna. It is pentobarbitone, veterinarians would put animals down with that. And I’ve seen you use it on others so don’t think for a second I don’t know what you’re planning to do. Now my question is why me?”

The scientist stared at the cat. He really has developed over such a span of months, she thought as he lowered the syringe slightly with a puzzling look on her face, trying to find the right words to use.

“Well… You see Sherlock, since you haven’t been cooperating or listening to us during the few weeks after the incident, we believe you have become… Unstable. We cannot continue the research with an unstable specimen.”

“After all you stupid humans have put me through?… No. You took me for a purpose. What was it?… TELL ME!”

The creature yelled at the scientist as he edged closer to her, his face contorted in fury. Jenna backed away slightly when this happened and stared back with a stiff upper lip.

“… You were made for the use of the government…But those plans no longer matter.” 

“So I am no more than another experiment, locked up here until you might have use of me? You could have told me what I was made for from the beginning! Why didn’t you? What, because I… I… I am the monster parents tell their children about at night?”

“No it’s not like that Sh-“

”THEN TELL ME JENNA, WHY ELSE WOULD YOU KEEP A BLOODY MONSTER LIKE ME!? WHAT IS MY PURPOSE IF NOTHING MORE THAN EXPERIMENT FOR YOU STUPID HUMANS!?”

The creature yelled louder in anger and frustration, tears started streaming down his eyes. He hasn’t felt this angry or this hurt in so long. Sherlock placed his small hands to his face and attempted to wipe away the tears.

Jenna could only watch the creature break down in front of him. The scientist looked back to her fellow scientists and stood up.


“I’ll try to think of another way, Sherlock.”

“Please, call me SherCAT. It will be difficult to differentiate if the real Sherlock Holmes appears one day and we eventually meet.”

“… Right, SherCAT.” Jenna muttered before leaving the specimen’s chamber. The doors locked behind her and the ‘monster’ was now just sitting on the ground. 

He thought emotions were useless, but even now tears continued to stream down his face. He could do /nothing/ in their hold. NOTHING! He slammed his fists into the ground covered in papers of things he had to learn. The tears didn’t want to stop… He curled into a ball on the floor with an expression that showed much pain and betrayal. How could he have been so blind… How?

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“Douglas… It hurts… The day… before our wedding… I found her in bed… With my best mate. I didn’t know what I was supposed to do anymore… I couldn’t take the stress. I jumped off my balcony… I crashed down into the pavement hard. For sure, I thought I was going to die… But I was saved by some stranger.” Because I can make sad pictures too. This happened in an RP where Douglas and Martin go to Paris Disneyland… They meet up with Cousin Sherlock… Martin knows how to play the violin… Makes sad music… Douglas ask what it means… Martin explains… Sobs. The end
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“Douglas… It hurts… The day… before our wedding… I found her in bed… With my best mate. I didn’t know what I was supposed to do anymore… I couldn’t take the stress. I jumped off my balcony… I crashed down into the pavement hard. For sure, I thought I was going to die… But I was saved by some stranger.”


Because I can make sad pictures too. This happened in an RP where Douglas and Martin go to Paris Disneyland… They meet up with Cousin Sherlock… Martin knows how to play the violin… Makes sad music… Douglas ask what it means… Martin explains… Sobs. The end

“Where’s Hawkeye?” “He’s in his nest. As usual.” This is what happens when I am bored and someone suggests me to make this.
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“Where’s Hawkeye?”

“He’s in his nest. As usual.”



This is what happens when I am bored and someone suggests me to make this.



A picture based on Florence + The Machine’s Rabbit Heart. I just really liked the song and this came into my head. Sadly I couldn’t exactly portray the way I wanted it to be portrayed sobbu.Enjoy and please don’t steal! 
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A picture based on Florence + The Machine’s Rabbit Heart.

I just really liked the song and this came into my head. Sadly I couldn’t exactly portray the way I wanted it to be portrayed sobbu.

Enjoy and please don’t steal! 

It isn’t much, it’s my rendition of the great Sherlock Holmes of the present day era. I tried my best to do the cheek bones but Godtiss knows that I usually focus drawing female anatomy. So ya, enjoy. It’s also going to be in my deviantart so derp.
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It isn’t much, it’s my rendition of the great Sherlock Holmes of the present day era. I tried my best to do the cheek bones but Godtiss knows that I usually focus drawing female anatomy. So ya, enjoy. It’s also going to be in my deviantart so derp.

My little brain wasn’t working right when I was drawing this. I almost submitted this with Jawn missing a hand. Well, this is my crossover pic of Sherlock and John in Merlin. If you haven’t watched Merlin, you should. It’s good. Art belongs to me but the characters belong to the BBC
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My little brain wasn’t working right when I was drawing this. I almost submitted this with Jawn missing a hand. Well, this is my crossover pic of Sherlock and John in Merlin. If you haven’t watched Merlin, you should. It’s good.

Art belongs to me but the characters belong to the BBC

“Thanks ‘Croft.”  A little picture dedicated to a person who I was able to rp about Mycroft coming back from Uni to comfort and take care of Sherlock back at home as it seemed like mummy wasn’t around to take care of him. Mycroft made him a sammich.
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“Thanks ‘Croft.” 

A little picture dedicated to a person who I was able to rp about Mycroft coming back from Uni to comfort and take care of Sherlock back at home as it seemed like mummy wasn’t around to take care of him. Mycroft made him a sammich.