BORED.

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dudes....... i actually remembered my email and password for this blog..... finally................ i put sherlock on my multimuse but i might...... need to come back here...... i miss it

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my mind rebels at stagnation. give me problems, give me work, give me the most abstruse cryptogram or the most intricate analysis, and i am in my own proper atmosphere. i can dispense then with artificial stimulants. but i abhor the dull routine of existence. i crave for mental exaltation. that is why i have chosen my own particular profession, or rather created it –

                          for i am the only one in the world.

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if you think you’re having a bad day, just remember that i took stitches out of an octogenarian’s testicle this afternoon.

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I do /not/ have a weird face!

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development questions.

                                        1. what position does your character                                            sleep in?

he typically sleeps on his side or stomach, sometimes curled into the fetal position ( i’m getting this from canon ). as far as why he sleeps like that... well, it’s said that people who sleep in the fetal position are typically “tough on the outside, soft on the inside,” which kind of holds true for sherlock ( he’s not really what i’d call ‘soft on the inside’ but he has his soft spots ). but as far as the common saying about people who sleep on their sides with arms parallel -- they’re sociable, easygoing, and “want to run with the a-list” -- that is obviously not true. i think if he had a reason for sleeping on his side it would be more that he’s always turning away from people.

already answered #5.

                                         9. do they dream; what about?

if asked, he would probably say he doesn’t dream. but he does. i think most of his dreams are about the past: john walking into the pool room with the bombs strapped to him, the old woman who was blown to pieces, moriarty ( on the roof especially ), irene adler, redbeard ( though i subscribe to a particular theory about redbeard that is way too long to get into here ), but i think a lot of his dreams are probably focused in and around what he endured in his two years of running around trying to destroy moriarty’s ring. all the torture he had to undergo and how utterly alone he was. after that -- being shot is probably one that has him waking up in the middle of the night. wondering if john is safe with mary.

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5, 4, 30 :)))

development questions.

                                   5. what are their chief tension areas?

there isn’t a lot that makes him tense. physically, sure: when he’s chasing someone or in a high-pressure situation, his heart rate is going to rise and he’s going to have all the typical human reactions to those situations. but as far as mental/emotional tension goes? when someone he actually cares about is in danger ( i.e. john, molly, mrs. hudson, etc ); when he feels he isn’t grasping all of the evidence to its fullest extent, or when he has a feeling he might not solve a case in time / at all... i feel like those are the only things that bring him tension ( at least, as far as showing it outwardly goes, because he mostly internalises everything and prefers not to show weakness ). also mycroft. just, his existence.

                                    4. do they have any verbal tics, trouble                                        pronouncing words, etc?

i love this question!!! because i have a headcanon that as a child, sherlock had a lisp. the other kids in school made fun of him for it. his mind & the way he chose to carry himself was something he couldn’t change, but his speech was. so i think he went to speech therapy for a long time in order to get rid of it. the reason for this hc is that if you listen to ben talk, it sounds like he has a bit of a lisp at times, and during the stag night scene it came out a bit when sherlock was drunk. i think it adds interest to the character and shows that even though he ceases to care what people think about his intellect, when he was a child, it did affect him deeply. so yeah. sometimes he still has a few issues with his lisp but he has it mostly under control.

                                    30. if they had to eat one thing for the rest                                          of their life, what would it be?

chocolate. he’s a sucker for chocolate. what a baby.

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30 Uncommon Character Development Questions ( send me a number )

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edhelernil:

What position does your character sleep in? ( i.e; stomach, side, back, etc. ) Describe why they do this — optional.

Does your character have any noteworthy features? Freckles? Dimples? A scar somewhere unusual? etc.

Does your character have an accent? What does it sound like?

Do they have any verbal tics? Do they have trouble pronouncing certain words or getting their thoughts across clearly?

What are their chief tension areas? 

If you were to pick one song — and only one song — to describe your character, what would it be and why?

How does your character perceive themselves? Positive? Negative? Neutral?

Are they a quick thinker or do they need time to sort through their thoughts?

Does your character dream or are their nights filled with an empty blackness? Describe a dream they’ve had or a night they couldn’t sleep and what they did to preoccupy their time.

If they had a choice, would they prefer a subway or a bus for public transportation?

What do they think of creation? Do they believe in evolution or do they believe in God? What is their religion like?

Describe 5 unusual characteristics your muse has.

Have they ever been so overwhelmed they had to stop and take a break from something? 

Are they a team player or do they prefer to be solo?

Can they multi-task or must they focus on one subject at a time?

What are their best school subjects? What are their worst? List five of each.

Is your character an introvert or an extrovert? How do they handle big crowds of people?

Are they a leader, do they prefer to follow, or would they rather just stay on the sidelines altogether?

If your character was suddenly challenged, would they rather run away or stay and fight?

If your character was allowed to murder one person without any consequences, who would that person be and why?

Your character has been granted 3 wishes; what would they wish for and why?

Does your character trust people right off the bat or does it take them some time to warm up to someone?

Do they prefer romance or affection? What is the quickest way to your character’s heart?

Does your character have any enemies? If so, who and why?

Do they have any weird bedroom habits? Any unusual kinks?

How does your character prepare for bed? Do they sleep at all or can they stay awake for days on end without trouble?

If your character had one thing to say to their parents before they died, what would it be?

Are they afraid of death? Do they have any regrets?

Does your character get restless when things are too quiet or do they favour solitude and silence? Why?

Finally; if your character was forced to eat one thing for the rest of their life, what would they choose and why?

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     his newest case has proven to be an intriguing one. ingredients: one mutilated      body, mismatched blood spatters, unknown motive, and police idiocy; end result:      no sleep for seventy-three hours, the bare minimum of calories to make it through,      and a feverish gleam in eyes surrounded by purple shadows. that shrewd and       pointed gaze moves to take in the appearance of the girl whom has sat down before      him, fingers wrapped nervously around a leather-bound notebook. three seconds, and       he’s speaking, the rich baritone verging on the edge of cold annoyance.

                               ‘ i don’t have time for amateur detectives. ‘

     one long finger taps nimbly on the cool wood of the table; his tea is untouched, as      is the biscuit he’d ordered to procure his seat near the window. outside, the streets      are bustling, cabs weaving over the cobbled roads and people huddling under their      umbrellas in the near-constant mist that drizzles from the heather sky. and then, his      posture shifts. gaze lighting on its intended target, he jerks from his seat, throwing on       the coat and pulling the collar up to cut across his cheekbones. without another word,       sherlock holmes departs at a sharp clip, hands pushing into his pocket as he emerges       into the crowd.

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done with all the starters/stuff i owe so would any mutuals like anything?

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     oscillation on the sidewalk is nearly always an indication of a love affair. however,      though it took her three tries to make it all the way to the front door, the draw of her      eyebrows and set of her shoulders indicates a different request altogether. young,      intelligent, successful -- with a raise of a brow, he acknowledges the interest her      presence sparks. one leg crosses the other, and when the steady knock comes at      the door, his voice is flat, a cold chip of ice tossed in her direction.

                               ‘ come in. no need to waste time. ‘

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allison.

  Sometimes she feels as if she’s dealing with not one, but two children ( & she oftentimes has more luck with the younger one as far as being listened to. ) She has to tell not one but two Holmeses why a severed hand ( though simply beautiful in its detail despite the macabre image itself ) was not appropriate in a classroom setting – or in front of any five year old child, brilliant or otherwise. Sometimes she feels as if maybe she is making progress – be it in understanding both girl & Sherlock ( he doesn’t like the title father, she’s noticed how it seems to rub him the wrong way ) or in moving on from her past life ( from the DARKNESS ), & then she’s reminded just how little distance she’s covered. His observation ( painfully blunt – & accurate ) reminds her just how far from a child the man truly is ( his gaze anything but childlike in their intelligence, in their knowing ). ❛ I — no, no I didn’t. ❜  There is no point in denial ( it had not been a question ). ❛ How could I? Every time I’d close my eyes I’d see a severed hand. ❜ There is no point, so instead, she tries to make light of the truth.

     it’s fascinating, the human endeavor to distract others from the very things      they ( subconsciously ) wish to discuss. every move of her body -- the tilt of her      head, the stilted curve of her lips, the deflection in the way she raises her own brow      -- tells him that she desires simultaneously for them to change the subject and for      them to continue in the same line of inquiry. to delve further, however, would require      a certain amount of sentiment on his part, and that tap of his stores is currently dry.

                               ‘ i didn’t take you to be one with a weak stomach. ‘

     and where his mind seeks to dismiss, his mouth strays, venturing into that       uncertain realm of emotion. not on his part, but on hers: why do her eyes droop? why      does the lack of sleep seem to affect her into her very bones? he takes a long drink      of tea ( earl grey, two sugars and milk ), contemplating her shrewdly over the rim of      his cup.

                               ‘ nightmare. about -- your past. a mistake, or perhaps a firm                                         decision which you wish you could take back. something which                                         ended in great loss. ‘

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     his gaze is intent upon the magnified image, fingers deft and delicate as he adjusts      the focus. as the specimen comes into sharp clarity, his concentration is momentarily      broken as the rap of footsteps filters through the silence.

                               ‘ don’t come closer. ten out of the twelve substances on this table                                         will kill you. ‘

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Molly Hooper’s hair appreciation post

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     it's late. shadows stretch long and thin across the moon washed ground, and      his is amongst them, angular and sharp mingled with the hazy softness of the trees’      silhouettes. the fact that this could be a mistake has crossed his mind many times,      and yet his steps are sure, even, his expression schooled into neutrality as he nears      the door. the two cups in his hand are rearranged so that he can knock quickly three      times, and when the door clicks open, he speaks quickly.

                               ‘ don’t shoot. i have tea. ‘

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     when she sits down in front of him and slides the tea across the table, his eyes      narrow into calculating slits. there is confidence in her movements, surety in the      way she drops two sugars into the drink and then stirs in the milk. all the while, her      line of conversation does not falter or hesitate. conclusion: in her world, they’ve       done this before, even though he’s never once discussed with her how he takes his       tea. when she finally stops talking, the detective raises an eyebrow, ready to finally      seek answers to the interesting question of martha jones.

                               ‘ did i miss something? when did we start taking tea together? ‘