Tag: Babylock

squeakpigsrevenge:

socially-ineptnerd:

I drew a thing

The second one is a scene from sadieandmo’s story, and I can’t just not draw this. Papa Lestrade will always be my Achilles heel.

Also, sadieandmo and squeakpigsrevenge wrote a fantastic universe and I just needed to draw something for them haha I ended up experimenting with different art styles and brushes, but I decided to just post the two that I liked the most. 

@squeakpigsrevenge @sadieandmo

(Surprise! You got shitty art lmao I’m sorry, I really wish I was better at this)

Holy biscuits! BEST DAY EVER!!!!!! Look at these arrrrrts!!!!

Sadie: 

LOOK AT THAT SAD LITTLE FACE; I LOVE IT! 

Babylock Headcanons: Petname Edition

Sadie:

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~Greg has the market cornered on pet names. When he’s talking to the boys, every other word out of his mouth is a pet name…and not just the boys; Mycroft too. It always varies, but Sherlock is usually ‘Muffin’, Jawn is ‘Monkey’, and Mycroft is ‘Peach’ or ‘Peaches’.

~Mycroft knows exactly why he’s ‘Peach/es’…and it never fails to put a little colour in his cheeks (so to speak). Greg lives for moments like that and no matter how often he calls the eldest Holmes brother by that name (which is daily), it always catches Mycroft by surprise and tickles Greg shitless.

~It doesn’t take Mycroft by surprise all that much anymore, but he loves the cheeky look on Greg’s face whenever he thinks he’s gotten one over on either of the brothers, so he’ll always act surprised anyway.

~Each man has their own set of pet names they use. Greg is the gushy one, with a full catalogue of names such as ‘muffin’, ‘monkey’, ‘cuddle bug’, ‘cupcake’, ‘squishy’, ‘babycakes’, ‘piddle monster’, ‘gremlin’, ‘nummy-nummers’, etc. (It’s almost enough to make them all gag…almost, but not quite).

~Mycroft is slightly more reserved, with endearments such as ‘dear’, ‘darling’, ‘lovely’, ‘dearest’, ‘pet’, and ‘little one’.

~Sherlock is very similar to his brother with using pet names, but Greg’s gushy,mushy style has leaked over. ‘Honey’ is a favorite of his to use, although sometimes it turns into ‘Honey biscuit’ with a slight twang (John blames it on too many youtube videos, but it makes him laugh). But his favorite go-to name for Jawn is usually ‘Little Man’. Depending on the day, using that name either gets him a glare, a kick in the shins, or a lapfull of happy, blushy hobbit.

~ ‘Hobbit’ or ‘Hobbit-son’ is another set of names that might get him a kick in the shins. Or, earns himself a louder, much less affectionate pet name: “You fucking cock.”

~John had a harder time with pet names, in the beginning. He never really heard them growing up, so they were foreign to his ears, as well as his tongue. Being around Greg did help quite a bit, but it was a rocky start. He would use the  names he’d heard often enough, but slowly began to come up with his own.

~One of John’s nicknames for Sherlock is ‘Bumble’. But, seeing as Bumble is also the name for Sherlock’s favorite stuffed friend, this has caused some mild confusion:

“Does Bumble need a nappy change?”
“…Bum’bah doesn’d wear na’bbies.”

~While John will absolutely tear someone in half (not literally, mind you…but close enough) for calling him any variation of the word ‘short’, he’s taken to using those names to make Sherlock feel tinier (and to see his sweet little face blush, but that’s an entirely separate story):

“Munchkin.”
“Nooooooooooooo.”
“Short stuff.”
“Nooooooooooooooooooo.”
“Daddy’s Precious Little Pixie-Faerie.”
*blushes and covers eyes even thought John can still see him smiling* “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

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More headcanons: Naptime Edition

squeakpigsrevenge:

“Put it back.”
“Bee,” Sherlock shook the toy at Daddy.
“I can see that. Put it back.”
Sherlock gasped and clutched the bee to his chest, “i nee’ id.”
“You don’t.”
“Bu’d I do. I p’womise.”
John sighed and turned to look at Sherlock. “Lemme see.”
Hopping close Sherlock showed Da’yee his bee.
“This is a dog toy.”
“Pu’bby?”
“You are a baby not a puppy.”
“I’m nah a bay’bee.”
“Down on two counts then. Put it back.”
Sherlock deflated as daddy handed the toy back and turned back down the aisle of the shop.
“Woof?”
“No!”
“Bark?”
“Put it back.”
Sherlock whimpered, sad mewling whimpers.
“Christ. Come on then.”

Please consider: Sherlock spending some quiet time with his baby, maybe feeding him or cradling him as he falls asleep and whispering sweet nothings to the Little one (and maybe… Uses baby talk to talk to Jawn? ’tis my weakness.) Thank u for your consideration.

inchedSadie: This one really spoke to me; I hope you enjoy it, anon. 🙂

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“Where’s Daddy’ little Monkey?”

Jawn looked around his blanketed space on the floor…he looked to his left, then to his right, then tilted his head back to look behind him, nearly toppling over before looking back at Sherlock with wide, attentive eyes, and shrugging.

“Wheeeerrrrreeeee’s Daddy’s Monkey?” Sherlock, who had been sitting opposite of him on the other side of the blanket, got up onto all fours. “Wheeeeerrrrreeee’s Daddy’s Monkey?!” he asked again and started to sloooooooooowly crawl across the floor to Jawn, pausing every so often like a lion stalking it’s prey.

Jawn, wearing nothing but a nappy and a smile, caught onto the game quickly and grinned, his eyes crinkling at the corners, and grabbed the corner of the blanket up in his fist. The closer Sherlock came, the closer he pulled it to his face, hiding behind it.

“Wheeerrrrrreeeee’s Daddy’s Mon–” Sherlock was suddenly cut short when a soft, jangly infant’s block sailed across the room and bonked him on the nose. “Jawn. No-no.”

Jawn only giggled and pulled the blanket completely over his head.

Sherlock smirked and inched closer, and closer, and closer…until he was nose-to-blanket-covered-nose. “Wheeeeerrrrreeee’s Daddy’s teeny, tiny Monkey,” he sang again, barely above a whisper.

The lump underneath the blanket giggled and shrank down.

Sherlock slowly, slowly reached up, and…

….grabbed! the blanket, yanking it off of Jawn’s head. “THERE’S Daddy Monkey!!!”

Jawn squealed and wrapped his arms around Sherlock’s neck; “Me, me, me!”

Sherlock laughed and sat back on his  heels, bringing Jawn with him. “You, you, you!” he said in between noisy kisses all over each of Jawn’s cheeks and forehead before leaning back, so he could see his cheery little face. “Wait a moment…who’s Monkey are you again?”

Jawn wrinkled his nose, as if to say ‘who do you think you’re kidding?’ “Da’,” he said, tilting his head up for another kiss.

Sherlock chuckled, low and warm and deep, as a slow smile spread upon his lips. “You’re brilliant,” he said, and kissed the tip of Jawn’s nose.

Jawn grinned, the tip of his tongue poking between his teeth. “Da’,” he repeated, and giggled when Sherlock kissed him again. “Da’.”

Another kiss, this time on his chin.

Ah…there was a pattern! “Da’…Da’-Da’-Da’-Da’-Da’!”

Sherlock laughed out loud and kissed Jawn over and over, until Jawn was giggling and squealing too hard to babble his name anymore.

“Daddy’s loves his silly Monkey.”

“Da’.”

RP’s with Embie

@squeakpigsrevenge

sadieandmo:

He is a softe

Like a mallow

squeakpigsrevenge:

So squish

sadieandmo:

John likes to sit on the couch with Sherlock’s head in his lap, just to pet him for hours.

squeakpigsrevenge:

That face staring up at him all moon-eyed. Dummy slowly working.

sadieandmo:

Sometimes John will get lucky, and Sherlock will fall asleep right there. But he’s just as content to sit and have a quiet moment with his little boy, even if he doesn’t nap.
Every so often John’ll bundle him close and kiss his forehead. making Sherlock blink.

squeakpigsrevenge:

He’d slow grin behind his dummy and coo. John would give him literally anything he asked for in that moment. Luckily Sherlock was too little to want anything beyond more petting.

sadieandmo:

As much as John loves and appreciates the help and care that Greg and Mycroft provide for them, he really relishes the private moments when he has the baby all to himself.

squeakpigsrevenge:

Awww

Do you think he regrets sharing the baby? Like, he knows it’s selfish but….

sadieandmo:

I think so. They’re at Mycroft and Greg’s so often, it’s almost like they live there. Sometimes he’d rather just be home at Baker Street, being Daddy.

squeakpigsrevenge:

There’s no real way to reel it back either. Not after everything that’s happened. Jawn adores all the attention tho

sadieandmo:

Jawn loves it. It’s almost like having three Daddy’s at once, at least when Sherlock’s also big. But he does miss the way it used to be.
So, he ended up booking a little cottage along the coast for a couple of weeks one summer, for just the two of them.

squeakpigsrevenge:

Aww

squeakpigsrevenge:

At first Sherlock keeps looking for Greg and Mycroft even though he knows they aren’t there. But eventually he gets into the swing of things. It’s been a looong time since he had Daddy’s undivided attention. Sherlock has his charm set at 12

sadieandmo:

It’s a secluded little place about 10 minutes from the beach, so John puts Sherlock in a cloth nappy under a swimsuit, slathers him in sunscreen, and takes him to the tidal pools.

squeakpigsrevenge:

They spend hours down there, breaking only to eat a quick sandwich and change Sherlock’s wet, sandy nappy. John has to convince Sherlock that they can not ‘adop’ a crab. Or seven very ‘i’resting p’ish’. Or a very angry looking cat missing one eye and most of its tail.

sadieandmo:

“I don’t think the kitty wants to be friends, Sherlock,” he said, keeping a watchful eye as  the baby held out his sandwich to share with it.

Sherlock pouted when it refused to come any closer, but just sat, watching. “Why no’d?”

“Animals are just like people, sweetheart…not all of them are nice.”

“Bu’d I y’ike him.”

“I know y’do. But he doesn’t know that, pet. He looks like he’s had a tough time.”

Sherlock sat back on the blanket that Daddy had laid out and worried his bottom lip while he watched the cat…finally, he took off the top part of his sandwich and, before John could say ‘no’, tossed it in the cat’s direction.

squeakpigsrevenge:

Omg!

sadieandmo:

lol

While most of Sherlock’s pet-searching is a failure, he does talk John into letting him keep a little snail with a bright pink, swirly shell, and a tiny mollusk.

squeakpigsrevenge:

“Sherlock.”

“Ki’ddy hun’rey.”

The cat flicked the remainder of its tail dismissively before wolfing down most of the tuna coated bread.

squeakpigsrevenge:

“Mo’yyusks is ce’fa’pods.”

“Yes,” John agreed, carrying the bright yellow pail with their new pets, “Mollusks are a type of cephalopod.”

sadieandmo:

John helps find a big jar with a wide lid and lets Sherlock put some sand and pebbles in before they add the seawater and their new friends. “Have you named them yet?”

Sherlock leaned over the jar and stared down into the mouth of it. “Ummm…i’th boy’s or girl’th?”

“I don’t know, love. I don’t think they care.”

Sherlock held the jar up, and John put his hand underneath to keep it from tipping. “Mmm…My’coff,” he said, nodding to the snail, “An’ G’eg,” he added, nodding to the mollusk.

squeakpigsrevenge:

Omfg

*clutches chest*

sadieandmo:

lmao

John facetimes Greg and Mycroft that night, to let Sherlock introduce their namesakes. :p

squeakpigsrevenge:

Lololol

sadieandmo:

And the next morning, the cat’s chilling in the window, waiting for break’past.

squeakpigsrevenge:

“How come I’m the big ugly one?”

“Nah ug’y! Is a ce’fa’pod!”

“Oh, well in that case…”

sadieandmo:

lol…Mycroft is already on his phone, making the arrangements for a small aquarium to be delivered to Baker Street.