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ooc; || Hello everyone! I have to delete this account.. My stress if way to much to be able to handle anything anymore.. And while I love writing as him, keeping a blog for Sherlock is very stressful ;u; Thank you to all who made having this blog a wonderful experience! This post will be up for about two days before I delete the blog; so to all who want to continue talking to me, my Skype is lolhichigo. (I made it SO long ago haha) You are all amazing! Falcon ||
Send me “◇“ for my muse’s reaction to yours suddenly grabbing and hugging them
Did you just get engaged to break into an office?
Munday Meme Extraordinaire
Send me a symbol and I’ll answer ooc
☕ - Do you prefer coffee or tea? Perhaps neither, or both?
☠ - Do you think you’d survive a zombie apocalypse?
☺ - Post a picture of yourself or describe what you look like!
⚽ - Are you active?
⛄ - Do you have a favourite holiday?
♫ - Do you listen to music when you write? If yes, what kind of music, if no, why not?
☤ - Have you ever had to go to the emergency room? Why?
♪ - Do you play any instruments?
⚖ - Opinions on the fandom your muse blong to?
♿ - Is there anything about your body you’d like to change if given the chance?
✂ - Do you hate people easily?
✼ - Do you think the character/characters you role play as reflect who you are?
⚄ - Do you play videogames? Have a favourite?
✵ - Are there any other fandoms you’d like to approach?
⚜ - If you role play more then one muse, do you have a favourite?
⛔ - In real life, are you friendly?
⨁ - Do you hold grudges, or easily let things go?
♥ - Besides fictional characters, is there someone you love?
♾ - Which timezone are you in?
W - What do you do for a living?
♡ - OTP for your muse?
⚔ - NOTP with your muse?
☰ - Fun random fact about the mun!
☘ - Wildcard! Ask the mun anything you’re interested in finding out.
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|| Happy Munday! I wanted to take this opportunity to show you guys my kitties Cecil Bean and Molly Pocket ❤ (My face too but what about cats am I right?) I hope your week has a lovely start to it! ||
❝ – Irene Adler was not simply a woman for giving in- every aspect of her personality shouted against her subjection to the normality of the regular populace; in fact she was the only woman to have ever caught Holmes’s attention time and fantastic time again- Sherlock letting out another hoarse yell at the rocking water when the oil-slick ocean engulfed any hope of a presence for the other. “IRENE!” Suddenly brown curls haphazardly surfaced; Adler’s form sinking under just as soon as it had risen, and the detective shot out a hand out to grab an arm- a leg, shirt, anything- to hoist The Woman out of the frigid waters, Sherlock letting out a grunt of exhausted effort with a furrowed brow before the two fumbled to the ground of the raft with a soggy thud; Holmes hurriedly rising with quaking arms to scope if she was breathing. No breath- Do something, anything- CPR. Sherlock; soaked to bone, disheveled in appearance, and pale with injury- knelt himself by Adler’s side in desperation, beginning to harshly press clenched fists against her halted chest in increments before whipping his hands away when she sputtered for air, azure eyes widening a moment before a relieved laugh escaped his cracked lips; her harsh breaths creating an anxious relief to travel down the detective’s spine in waves. “Irene, can you hear me?” The detective questioned with a crack to his usually steady and calculating tone, rays of sunshine filtering through acrid clouds of flame-induced smoke to create an almost shimmer around Holmes’s crouched form, both trembling palms reaching out to cup the sides of The Woman’s face gently. “Irene, respond.” – ❞
I STARTED FOLLOWING YOU BECAUSE YOU FOLLOWED ME FIRST WHICH LED ME TO YOUR CHECK OUT YOUR BLOG WHICH THEN LED TO US CHATTING AND PLOTTING AND THEN PLAYING AND THEN I FOUND OUT YOUR THE BEST SHERLOCK HOLMES RPER I HAVE EVER MET LIKE - LET'S DO ALL THE THREADS TOGETHER - ALL THE ANGST AND NSFW SIGN ME TF UP
Why did you start following me?
(-Cue my gross happy sobbing in 3, 2, 1..- You are so kind, friend! You are an amazing John, and I am honored to be Sherlock for you- and that you think I am the best one! -infinite hugs being sent your way- While I am not that great at NSFW writing yet, and I am weak for angst, I look forward to our many, many threads that we will share ❤ You are a wonderful person, and I can never tell you how much this meant to me! )
“Moriarty’s dead.” “Not in your mind. I’ll never be dead there. You once called your brain a hard drive. Well, say hello to the virus. This is how we end, you and I. Always here, always together.”
Why did you start following me?
youcanfuckingbiteme:
Do it on anon or not. I’m really curious about why you started following my blog.
RULES: Post a song that reminds you of your muse and then tag 6 people whose songs you want to see.
Panic! at the Disco | This is Gospel
This is gospel for the fallen ones Locked away in permanent slumber Assembling their philosophies From pieces of broken memories Oh, this is the beat of my heart, this is the beat of my heart [2x] Their gnashing teeth and criminal tongues conspire against the odds But they haven’t seen the best of us yet If you love me let me go If you love me let me go ‘Cause these words are knives and often leave scars The fear of falling apart And truth be told, I never was yours The fear, the fear of falling apart Oh, this is the beat of my heart, this is the beat of my heart [2x] This is gospel for the vagabonds, Ne'er-do-wells and insufferable bastards Confessing their apostasies Led away by imperfect impostors Oh, this is the beat of my heart, this is the beat of my heart [2x] Don’t try to sleep through the end of the world And bury me alive 'Cause I won’t give up without a fight If you love me let me go If you love me let me go ‘Cause these words are knives and often leave scars The fear of falling apart And truth be told, I never was yours The fear, the fear of falling apart Oh, the fear of falling apart Oh, the fear, the fear of falling apart [4x] (Oh, this is the beat of my heart, this is the beat of my heart) The fear of falling apart
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❝ – “I can ensure at least one case a week, and those last from eight hours to whole days if you have the energy.” Sherlock replied factually, his calculated gaze lingering on Max while he took in all of her expressions, memorized her image- added her to his mind palace of information. “Perhaps I will add those.” Holmes retorted with the inkling to a smirk, hands staying folded as they were before but lingered just before his lips while he spoke, the rising sun beginning to illuminate the small diner with warm rays that shimmered back and forth on every surface. Taking a business card from his pocket fluidly, the detective held it out in silence before picking up one of his own fries and eating it with an expression close to smug; but not entirely visible to that emotion. “If you have any further questions than what I answer now; that is my number and email.” – ❞
❝ – “Yes, let us hope.” Holmes replied with a flicker of disdain at the thought, but nonetheless found a small chuckle escape him when Mary retorted with her usual sass- if not more- blue eyes looking out the window to observe the streets around them carelessly. “Something tells me; and call it a deduction- that fetching this bag isn’t the only thing we are doing.” Sherlock stated without returning his gaze to look upon Mary, but rather count the number of streetlamps as the cab continued to roll down London’s streets, dark brown curls a tad more loosely handled today than they usually were. Holmes had not anticipated leaving the house that day; but perhaps it was good for the both of them. – ❞
❝ – “I’ll be fine, Hooper..” Sherlock replied quietly before swallowing thickly, his skin pale and blue eyes glimmering with exhaustion that made his figure nearly haunting. “Do you.. Do you have the chip?” His usual skill of deduction was clouded by sedative, pain, and the inescapable tired aura that came from being injured; the detective shifting in his bed slightly before taking in a deep breath, slender digits brushing over the IV placed under his skin before returning his clouded attention to the scientist who stood in front of himself. “It is of the utmost importance.” – ❞
