|Misha needs to play the next Doctor.|
Well, That was Tedious 4“No!” Sherlock slammed his fists against the door and slid down to his knees. He would not go and bite John! He would not mark his flatmate! He would not mesmerize his friend! Sherlock opened his door and went back into the living room. He snatched his pill bottle off the table and took two capsules dry. The pounding headache that had erupted in his mind began to subside as he covered his face with his hands. Knowing John, the wolf would be waking up from a nightmare soon and it would be in John’s best interest if Sherlock was not downstairs in the sitting room. While daylight no longer affected him, he knew he should be getting some sleep so he’d be ready for tomorrow. No doubt Lestrade would enlist both himself and John in repairing the gym before they were allowed to train in it.Well, That was Tedious 4 by Civil-War-Casualty
“You are an evil werewolf John!” Sherlock panted as he dodged attack after attack. The blonde was strong, using both his speed and his military training to beat Sherlock
Well, That was Tedious 3Sherlock could feel something cold against his neck and snarled. The heartbeat rose a bit in response. Then a voice cut through everything.Well, That was Tedious 3 by Civil-War-Casualty
“Sherlock!” Sherlock looked up to see John standing there, holding a gun and looking properly scared but steady. The hunter smiled internally. John was the picture of a perfect soldier. Glancing down, Sherlock finally noticed that the pressure on his fingers and neck was Lestrade, digging his elbow into Sherlock’s hand and choking him to hold him back. He knocked the man’s hands away and moved. Standing gracefully, Sherlock sat on the edge of the tub, arms crossed, fangs extended, and still naked.
“Can I help you both?” He hissed. Water dripped from his hair but the hunter could not bring himself to care enough to grab a towel or clothes.
“How about you calm the hell down so I don’t put a stake through your heart?” Lestrade snapped. Sherlock snarled,
“You were the one who came into a vampi
Well, That was Tedious 2Sherlock choked on his tea and slammed the cup down onto the coffee table. He could faintly hear the miniscule cracks that now showed on the cup’s surface.Well, That was Tedious 2 by Civil-War-Casualty
“That’s quite an accusation there, John.” Sherlock stood and palmed several of his knives that slipped from his sleeves. His body language remained relaxed, however, waiting. John just rolled his eyes and finished his tea.
“I’m not about to out you, Sherlock.”
“And what makes you think that I am a dhampir?” Sherlock asked, still on his guard.
“The fact that you still use the word dhampir. For one, that’s an old term.”
“Not so much nowadays, if that’s all you have to go on-”
“I saw your pills Sherlock.” John said, cutting Sherlock off. John continued to speak, “It was quite clever really, the vitamins in your bathroom. They are the best I’ve ever seen. They look like nothing more than your average multivitamin...Until you
Well, That was TediousSherlock threw the door open, harpoon in one hand, a garbage bag in the other. A few of the other people glanced up and took in Sherlock’s blood covered form, where then they went back to whatever they were doing. The well-dressed blood-covered man walked through the building, leaving the harpoon next to the door, and walked into an office. Lestrade was on the phone so Sherlock set the bag down on his desk and threw himself down into a chair, kicking his feet up onto the corner of the desk. Lestrade just rolled his eyes and barked at the person on the other end of the line. Sherlock steepled his fingers under his chin and deduced the next case and who it should go to. Lestrade hung up and Sherlock smirked.Well, That was Tedious by Civil-War-Casualty
“What the bloody hell happened to you?”
“What do you think happened? She fought back.”
“You’re not even wet! You’re just covered in blood.”
“Well I wasn’t a big enough idiot, unlike Anderson, to leave her in the water.
Superwholock - The GameI stood at the edge of the roof of St. Bart's hospital, watching two men walk into the building. I smirked. They would do nicely. One was tall and gangly in a blue scarf, black trenchcoat and a mop of black messy hair. The other was his complete opposite, short and built in a leather jacket and crew cut blonde hair. They were talking about the latest case they were solving. The tall man was a genius with an analytical mind to rival even mine, while the other was a doctor. So there was the leader and the healer of their team. I smiled to myself again and vanished.Superwholock - The Game by kradamluv918
I reappeared in the corner of a control room. A central circular panel with a tall, lighted column was in the center of the room. Around the room there were doors, leading off into many directions. A man in a pinstriped suit and black framed glasses was running around, pressing buttons and pulling levers and turning dials, constantly looking at the lighted column. Two people were watching him work. One was a built man with dar
One Hell of a Morning - Jensen/MishaJensen rolled around uncomfortably, his bed moaning and groaning more than usual. The alarm blared in his ear signaling it was time for work. He slammed his fist on the snooze button. Then he noticed the presence of something small and warm pressing into his lower back. Knowing he hadn't gone home with anyone the night before, he shifted slightly, wondering what it was. Well whatever it was groaned in pain at that. Jensen shot up and leapt out of his bed, turning around quickly. There was... nothing. No one was there. Hesitantly he smacked his hand down where his back had been.One Hell of a Morning - Jensen/Misha by kradamluv918
"OWWWW!!!" whatever it was yelled. It almost sounded like...
"Misha?" Jensen saw his bedspread move slightly. A tiny version of his friend Misha Collins struggled out from under the covers, completely naked.
"Misha?!? What the hell happened to you?!?"
"I don't know!" he shrieked indignantly, standing up. He was only three inches tall. "One minute I was asleep in my bed and the next I'm in yours all bite-sized!"
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