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A stimboard with maned wolves, hyenas, and painted dogs!

Holmes knew from the get go that Watson looked at both men and women with admiration. He's got the greatest observation skills and deductive prowess of an era. It doesn't take much to notice Watson NOTICING EVERYONE with gusto, he's hardly subtle about his thirsty descriptions of men and women alike, even in his writing. He's a former army man. A significant number of his former associates from the army have decidedly "languid" (late 19th century queer coded) qualities. This dude, even if he has yet to partake of any homosexual activities himself, is no stranger and holds no medical objections. (Particularly if you think of him as being based on Doyle, who wrote some very sympathetic, very progressive medical things on homosexuality in his day.)

And then you have Sherlock. Of strange habits. Uncouth. Very direct and to the point Sherlock Holmes. He's not rude, not by any sense of the word, he's too kind by nature, but he doesn't brook any bullshit and has a low tolerance for artifice for artifice's sake. And he's DEFINITELY queer. (I did a whole academic presentation basically low key proving by the end Doyle KNEW what he was doing. That was a QUEER man Doyle was writing.)

This queer disaster, on a cocaine bender after not sleeping or eating for three days, emotionally disregulated in the wake of a case, will turn to the doctor Watson who is desperately and unsuccessfully trying to herd him into bed and feed him a sandwich simultaneously and say something along the lines of "My friend, your doting, as symptomatic of a larger altruistic nature, is one of your more attractive qualities. And I do find you devastatingly attractive, my dear Watson."

And, Poor beleaguered Watson, so distracted as he is by trying to get Holmes to eat and sleep before he actively collapses on the floor of their rooms (which he has done. Many a time.), doesn't pause to think about that before replying "And I'm absolutely besotted with you as well, good chap, but please can we discuss this OVER A GOOD MEAL after you've had a good restorative SLEEP, because damnit man are you TRYING to die???"

Had more little gems sent my way, and it's a Raphica face reveal! This is what he looks like under the helm. He's Teba and Tulin's ancestor alright. It's pretty evident where Teba inherited his looks from.

Everything except for that front hair! I was not expecting that! Looks like we have another Rito with a unique set of hair alongside Harth.

Wanna know what's funny? This means Teba and Tulin have recessive genes. Meaning any one of their children or grandchildren, could potentially end up having hair like this.

Happy belated summer solstice! Which means another glorious round of @holmestice! I got to draw something for the inimitable Coat who requested a @beekeeperspicnic fanwork, which I had very conveniently just finished playing. The text is a quote from an E. M. Forster letter.

A cishet man getting pegged by his cishet girlfriend is not gay, he's not less of a man or submissive by default. A cishet man getting pegged by his cishet girlfriend can be sexually dominant and simply likes to be fucked in his ass - these two can co-exist. Yet, in the eyes of cishet society, a man that likes to have his ass played with, must enjoy it because it's "degrading" , not because it simply feels good.

Can you imagine, if we had the traditional staging for the 25th we would never have experienced this absolutely delicious moment from Hadley’s Raoul. How sad it would have been to miss out on his little nod and the way he gives her hand a reassuring squeeze. That is how we usually see Raoul at the end of the show, the strong and reliable romantic lead guiding Christine out of the Phantom’s lair, away from danger… but here we see just a bit more. He looks away for a moment, and in that second the look on his face has changed, his focus still on Christine but there is undeniable vulnerability in his eyes.

He looks back at her as if he is not sure that she is really going with him. And let’s be honest - she isn’t, not entirely. A piece of her will forever belong to the Phantom. He’s known it for a little while now, but he’s hurt and tired and scared. Her hand in his tells him that she is with him, both physically and emotionally, and he has to believe that, at least for now.