A drawing i’ve made based on a fanfiction that I’m currently writing! Please show this some love!!
Reblogs are HIGHLY appreciated
some close ups✨
imagine birthing your clone….crazy times surely
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Sherlock: "We're Brazilian Government representatives."
John: "Olá 😄"
They are so precious
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I haven't been able to post for a bit. My cat got sick like directly in between my own bouts of sickness but I've been back to drawing these past few days lol
also actual self portraiture :0
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The death of John André.
John was an army intelligence officer and in 1780, he set out on his final mission. He was smart and a talented artist, musician and actor and quite awfully pretty. He was a flirt, both with women and men. He was kind and charismatic, he was sweet. And he had a downfall.
He joined the army just before the American Revolution began and was quickly sent to the colonies. His skills in art proved useful for espionage and he quickly became a valuable asset to the British forces.
He assisted in the treason of Benedict Arnold, but in their careless haste, John was caught. Plans for Westpoint (the fort at which the event occurred) were found in his shoes, which were stolen. With all this evidence, he was quickly found guilty for espionage and treason.
He was due to hang for his crimes and as a sort of trade: a spy for a spy. Four years prior, a man called Nathan Hale was also arrested and killed for spying: Howe’s treatment of Nathan continued Washington’s treatment of John. Many of John’s captors were opposed to him being killed. Ben Tallmadge, Nathan Hale’s own best friend (or lover- there is historical debate), didn’t agree to the revenge killing. Alexander Hamilton, Washington’s aide, said to the effect of ‘he was too pretty to be hanged’.
While John André was treated better than Nathan Hale, his stay on death row was longer- he became friends with the men who were ordered to kill him.
Finally on a fateful day in Tappan, New York, John was brought to the gallows and his crimes were read. He mounted the stair and gave a show of courage though he had sadness in his face. (You can see it yourself, he drew a self portrait on the eve of his death! The fact he was composed enough to do this is impressive but he’s still melancholy, he’s a human.) Before he was pushed from the scaffold he spoke; “I hope you will all bare me witness that I meet my fate like a brave man.”
He is interred at Westminster Abbey. He wasn’t married, he was childless but that’s because he was just 29. He kept a journal, a scrapbook of letters and drawings.
Sou rces
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i’ve been having so much work to do john is keeping me alive i swear
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clipped from Part 2, I am deceased thinking them having the 'defining the relationship' convo
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