The frailty of genius.

21+ RP blog for BBC Sherlock Holmes. Highly selective & sporadic activity.

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21+ RP blog for BBC's Sherlock Holmes, mutuals preferred. highly selective and sporadic activity. written by archer (he/they). you can also find me at stxrked and a few other marvel blogs.

QUICK 'N DIRTY RULES: basic RP etiquette applies. no godmoding w/o consent. be a good creative partner; be a better human being. i'm not british, so if i bastardize your culture, consider it payback for colonizing my home country. muse comes and goes as he pleases, so please don't rush or pressure for replies. i ship based on chemistry, but this holmes is gay (sorry not sorry). for more, read here.

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i'm back, but i've moved! now at @burnedtoacrisp, follows back from @strikhedoniamuses.

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HIATUS. be back later.

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love you back, mori! smooches to you ( and maybe even to jim.... ).

[domuslux]

Jim gasped, internally of course, keeping a pleasant demeanour but Sherlock's sting had hit the mark but he was much too proud and skilled in keeping his cool in the hardest circumstances.

However, all of that went away when Sherlock got up and started dripping blood all over the place. "Oh for heaven's sake," Jim frowned as he pointed at the blood left behind and rolling his head along with his eyes in a slow and lazy manner said blankly "Don't bewl all over my floors if you're not going to make it entertaining." and calmly opened up the buttons of his shirt sleeves and folded them up, bare feet following the blood drops. He smiled to himself thinking that while some people would use rose petals, how suitable the drops of blood were for their particular situation.

"If you're not going to stay still and let me help you, I'd be forced to drug you to stay still." Jim smiled and shrugged as he added in a singsong voice "Your choice.." and ended on a final note, his face serious and eyes dark with intent, "... my dear."

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SHERLOCK PEERS INTO A DOORWAY, muttering to himself more than anyone, ❝ If you know me so well, my preference should be obvious. ❞

Finding the room quite barren, he turns to return to hallway; however, Sherlock is thwarted by Jim's overwhelming presence and, naturally, his physical body.

While most would consider the minimal space between them to be TOO CLOSE FOR COMFORT, especially given the rather lethal peculiarities of a man self-crowned the consulting criminal, Sherlock leans against the doorframe in agitated surrender.

Avoiding the heat of Jim's gaze, his eyes flit to the ceiling.

❝ No need to be gentle, ❞ Sherlock chuckles in self-amusement. ❝ IT'S NOT MY FIRST. ❞

And it probabilistically would not be the last.

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Jim licked his parted lips as he inspected, hovering over the other man, and gulped down as he felt his pulse rush. His eyes were dark, pupils blown wide while the mastermind's eyes studied his state, his features, absently listening to what Sherlock was saying.

He breathed in to calm himself and retreated his hand as he was assured that the other man did not need immediate assistance, glad that he wouldn't have him bleed all over his floors, at least not without a little fun to merit the bother.

The spider's immediate thought was Moran, but Jim kept him busy enough so that he did not have time for any rogue activities.

Jim gasped in a mocking gesture and smiled "Why would I want to kill you? I am having way too much fun keeping you alive..." and a thought crossed his mind, followed by the rage of someone daring to touch his Sherlock and a part of him was strangely protective of his little genius.

"But you already knew that, didn't you?" Jim purred softly and with a finger traced the line of Sherlock's jaw, enjoying the electricity tingling through his senses at touching him "If you didn't know for sure that it wasn't me, you wouldn't have been here." his words mere whispers on his smiling lips, eyes telling of silent scenarios that probably Sherlock would never know.

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HIS UNINJURED SHOULDER starts growing sore from the strain of applying pressure to the wound. Scrutinizing eyes narrow to study Jim's features, and a pause falls between them, only filled with the occasional weight of Sherlock's labored breath.

Lips finally part.

❝ And you didn't know. ❞ There's a twitch of a pained smirk. ❝ Someone's taken a liking to your playthings. How does it feel to be LOSING YOUR TOUCH? ❞

It seems they now have a common curiosity, the first that doesn't entail each other. Sherlock finally rises to his feet, stumbling around to find the bathroom in hopes of attaining some antiseptic, and perhaps some pliers.

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@domuslux con't from x:

IT HAD BEEN AN ORDINARY DAY. Two beakers broken. One scorch mark on the kitchen table. Not a single row with Mrs Hudson.

...Hm, perhaps it wasn't so ordinary, after all.

Nevertheless, the day had presented as remarkably unexceptional until Sherlock was kindly relieved of its dullness by getting shot in the arm. The gunman remained unseen, the orchestrator unknown.

Bleeding across the pavement led him to doors he wished to remain unopen, but then again, there's that saying about DESPERATE MEASURES.

He's in the midst of applying pressure to the wound when Jim arrives. The inspection was expected, of course, and still, there's a barely repressed, compulsive desire to bite the hand that touches him.

Sherlock's upper lip curls with a glare. ❝ If I wanted a doctor, I would have GONE HOME. No, I want answers. ❞

Though, one does tend to get more questions.... riddles... when dealing with the devil. Sherlock's going to need a doctor soon if he doesn't spit the damn words out already.

❝ Someone appears interested in killing me, Jim, and I thought I'd stop in to check that it's NOT YOU. ❞

It's entirely rhetorical in nature, as they both know the consulting criminal firstly, likes to play with his food and secondly, doesn't miss.

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❝ She does fit the pattern of the best company I keep. Could be useful to keep around, although she may come to REGRET THAT FACT. ❞

[itsalcngstory]

His head tilts curiously at the infamous detective, gaze daring to slowly flicker over his figure as though trying to read him deeper beyond mere surface.

“-depends on the shade of grey.”

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HIS LIP TWITCHES. The taste of dissatisfaction pricks at the tip of his tongue with the response. He'd prefer to consider the conversation complete, but intuition insists there's something UNFINISHED: something yet to be revealed.

❝ And where are you resting now? What moral quandary could afflict someone such as you? ❞

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❝ Feeling COMPLETE with the story yet? ❞

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sorry in advance if i'm a little rusty. i gotta redownload this guy in my brain.

[himbovillains]

the response causes him to grimace, just slightly, as the thought of getting himself involved in community theatre. he chooses to ignore that particular text.

📲 Sherlock ❤️‍🔥 — one can live in hope that you've done away with him x 📲 Sherlock ❤️‍🔥 — sure you don't want a nice case instead? i'll make it personalised. you'll have to do it on your own though. it's not a proper birthday present if you have to share it with someone else x

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The proposition isn't as enticing as what it gives away. Needless to say, James certainly has his attention now.

[ 📲 : J. Moriarty ] Even personalised, we already know it's all leading me back to you. What leaves you uncharacteristically quick on the draw? [ 📲 : J. Moriarty ] Having an off day, are we?

[wtsns]

sitting  on  the  closed  toilet  lid,      john  waits  for  the  tub  to  fill,  scrolling  on  his  mobile.  he  hasn’t  even  undressed  yet,  although  he’s  at  least  taken  his  shoes  off.  the  bathroom  is  already  starting  to  fill  with  the  aroma  of  peaches,  bath  bomb  fizzing  away  within  the  water.  the  invitation  to  join  him  in  the  bath  had  been  extended  to  sherlock  in  the  cab,  of  course,  but  john  isn’t  sure  that  he’ll  take  it.  it’s  a  fifty-fifty  chance,  really.  sherlock  may  have  already  found  something  else  that  caught  his  attention,  and  john’ll  come  out  of  the  bathroom  about  an  hour  from  now  to  find  the  detective  hunched  over  the  kitchen  island  ⸻  or  perhaps  curled  in  his  armchair  with  his  laptop.

it’s  alright,  really.  baby  steps,  and  all  that.  you  never  know  what  to  expect  from  him,  and  being  in  a  relationship  with  him  hasn’t  changed  that.  for  all  your  hunger,  you’re  a  patient  man.  you’ll  wait  a  thousand  lifetimes  for  him.

a  knock  at  the  door,      before  it  swings  open  :  and  there  sherlock  stands  in  all  his  glory.  john  sets  his  mobile  aside  on  the  sink  so  that  he  can  give  sherlock  all  his  attention,  hands  folding  in  his  lap.  his  brow  furrows  at  first  before  he  understands,  and  he’s  smiling  by  the  end  of  sherlock’s  spiel.  slowly,  he  stands,  making  his  way  over  to  the  detective  ⸻  hands  lifting  to  undo  his  scarf  from  around  his  neck,  popping  the  buttons  of  his  coat  free.    “  what,  kiss  you?  the  day  i  say  no  to  that  offer,  you’ll  have  to  check  me  into  an  institution.  god,  yes.  ”    he  replies,  before  leaning  up  to  press  his  lips  to  sherlock’s,  continuing  to  fuss  with  the  buttons  of  sherlock’s  coat  all  the  while.  at  least  here,  in  their  home,  there  were  no  prying  eyes.  and  if  he  wanted  to  snog  the  ever  living  daylights  out  of  sherlock  holmes,  he  could. 

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THERE'S A HUM of approval when John's lips meet his, which is accompanied by an arching eyebrow as it becomes more and more evident there's ample clothing YET TO BE REMOVED...for the bath. Yes. Indeed.

The steam filling the bathroom isn't particularly enjoyable, but it's the gentle sound of fizzing, accompanied by the light scent of peaches, that soothes disgruntled senses.

Still entranced in the kiss, one hand cradles the side of John's face whilst the other lowers to his waist. It takes an additional moment for Sherlock to realize he's now free of his coat, and he releases John from his grasp to remove his coat and scarf, hanging both on one of the large hooks on the back of the door.

Physical contact with John has grown QUITE ADDICTING in a way even Sherlock had yet to experience, and he'll be damned to Hell and back if it's a hit he's ever willing to give up.

His lips return to the doctor's in an instant.

❝ That was a SUCCESSFUL OUTING, yes? ❞ Words somehow murmured in the space between. His fingertips trace lightly over the side of John's face. ❝ For starters, no one died. ❞

Well, 'successful' by conventional standards...it would have LIVENED matters up in his opinion.

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GIF MAKING SPREE FOR THE MOOTS. ( still accepting. just slow and selective based on inspo, etc. to req, comment on this post. )

special 🎁 for @kingofthewebxxx. the title for this one should be something like "jim, bending over both the holmes boys". lmfao. but ANYWAY—

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V2. ( i wish i had more room for the text, so this version is a bit cleaner. )

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It was his scent- just behind his ear, and the way he made toast with jam. The little things that made Sherlock's heart swell.

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