A junkie who solves crimes to get high.

Independent and Mutual Exclusive FemSherlock Holmes from BBC's Sherlock. Est. 8 Sept, 2016 and revamped 5 March, 2017

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Injured/Injury Starters

Injured

“Oh shit, are you alright?”

“Dude, I don’t think you’re alright.”

“Blood’s not supposed to be coming from there…”

“That looks broken.”

“Can you move your __?” 

“Are you okay?”

“That doesn’t look good.”

“Who did this?”

“Did you do this to yourself?”

“How did this happen?”

“We need to get you to a hospital.”

“Do you need to go to a hospital?”

“That’s not supposed to bend that way.”

“Do you want me to look at it?”

“Don’t move, you’ll make it worse!”

“Stop moving!”

“There’s so much blood.”

“I’ll see if I have a first aid kit.”

“Just… Stay here and I’ll get help.”

“How did you even do this?”

“This happened in a fight?”

“Walk it off.”

“It’s not that bad.” 

“I think you need stitches.”

“You dumbass.” 

Injury

“I think I hurt myself.”

“I can’t feel my __.”

“I think my __ is broken.”

“Shit, that hurts to move.”

“I don’t think I can get up.”

“I’m going to try to get up.”

“Can you go get help?” 

“I need help.”

“I think I’m going to pass out.”

“I don’t think there’s supposed to be that much blood.”

“It’s not that bad.”

“I got [shot, stabbed, etc].”

“I can’t walk.”

“I don’t think I need to go to a hospital.”

“I think I need to go to the hospital.”

“Stop laughing, this hurts.”

“My last words better not be stupid.”

“That was a dumb idea.”

“Shit, that burns.”

“I’m fine… really.”

“Damn, I can’t get the bleeding to stop.”

“I got into a fight…”

“I feel lightheaded.”

“It hurts to move.”

“Can you look at it for me?” 

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strongmoralprinciple:

if anyone else had gotten as close to him as this one did, she would have been on the tail end of a punch ( at the very least. ) but there was something interesting about her. the cigarette smoke clung to her like a second skin. he’s about to ask for a drag, but her words startle him. “ excuse me ?? “ eyes move to jim then. “ i’m assuming this is sherlock ?? “ jim’s pet. he’d heard about her for years. reckless, messy. partners didn’t always survived the missions. “ she read my file ?? “ their boss’ face is lit up, delight practically leaking from him in waves. “ didn’t say a thing, johnny boy !!  “ he can’t help rolling his eyes, crossing his arms. 

“ that’s a nice parlor trick. “ he’s not going to show her how impressed ( & upset ) he is by her. his eyebrows did raise at her though. “ do you have anything that’s going to help me out there ?? i’m not impressed easily. “ that part at least, is true. but nothing about this is run of the mill or a parlor trick. she’s either read his file or she was a bloody mind reader. “ is someone going to explain the assignment ?? “ 

Parlor trick?! Sherlock bristled, ignoring Jim’s all too smug face. She had to go about this precisely, no time for her pride to get in the way. She pulled another drag from the cigarette and exhaled before she began. “Your haircut and the way you hold yourself, says military. You’ve got a slight pull in your left shoulder and but a hint of a limp. You don’t seem to mind standing and you certainly had no real trouble marching down the hall. So that means it’s at least partially psychosomatic, meaning the origin of the wound was traumatizing. While faded, you’ve a tan on your face and hands but none above the wrists. Very possibly you could have been sunbathing on the job, but I highly doubt you’ve had too much time to spare recently. Your hand is twitching towards your gun, acclimated to violence. In fact you enjoy it. Even now you miss the war, and make do under Jim’s company. A traumatized war veteran with a steady hand and a traumatic injury? Obviously the only question I have need of an answer for is Afghanistan or Iraq.”

Sherlock wasn’t someone to be tested or toyed with. There was a reason she was one of Jim’s favourites, and she had no problem reminding others. She held John’s eye as she held out the fag in offering. “Files are tedious and a waste of time. I can read a person in so little time.” Sherlock stated plainly before glancing at her partner. The slight jut of the boss's chin had her humming and standing from the desk. "Our target is an old acquaintance of ours; Alexander Mackintosh. Been after his head for a long time. It's a personal matter, so we have been given a generous timeline to play." She was more than pleased by the idea, already planning all the new techniques she could try. "Jim has assured me that you won't be as dull as the normal hounds he sends with me."

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rpmememaker:

Send “✆” for a MORNING text. Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT. Send “☎” for a RUSHED text. Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text. Send “✿” for a SUGGESTIVE text. Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text. Send “✘” for a HATEFUL text. Send “#” for a RANDOM text. Send “@” for a SCARED text. Send “&” for a LOVING text. Send “%” for a CURIOUS text. Send “ツ” for an EXCITED text. Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text. Send “♀” for a HEARTBREAKING text. 

[crimeaddiict]

"London bridge is burning down, burning down, burning down. Fan the flames and burn it down, my dear sister."

The eerily minor key echoed from Scotti as she stepped over to their most recent victim, a new set of knives set to try out on the man who had really just been in the right place at the right time. Well, right for her and her sister, probably not for him. A vicious smile pulled at her lips at the pure fear in the man's eye at the sight of her  scalpel. She was going for precision today, no time or need to be messy just yet. "Was it his liver you needed, Shezza? I was thinking of taking his kidneys for my acid tests." Really, she didn't need anything of the sort, not in particular. They always split up the body parts at the end for their experiments and uses, but more than anything, Scotti loved playing with their prey, seeing them squirm and watching the realization dawn in their eyes.

She dragged the scalpel against the man's chin, easily shaving away the stubble he'd been sporting before she let the blade tilt and actually slip between the skin, watching it separate and well with blood with an all too intense game.

"You're lucky my sister is here. I'd already have my hands on that racing heart of yours." After all, she couldn't be rude and start with out the other woman being ready. They always did this together, with out fail. It just wouldn't be right if they didn't. After all, they'd promise hadn't they? How silly that they took a childhood promise so far and so seriously, but it was not one that would be broken.

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[strongmoralprinciple]

“ jim !! “ it wasn’t often that john found himself in the boss’ office. he wasn’t much of a homebody. when he wasn’t on an assignment, he liked to travel, or take on a temporary job in a clinic or hospital. jim paid them handsomely, but having many in many places was always a smart idea. but, today was no ordinary day. today was the day that jim moriarty was going to die. it wasn’t hard for even his dimwitted boss to process that john liked to work alone. no, he demanded to work alone. it was easier to go on, have his fun, & get out. he didn’t need to worry about someone else getting in the way & potentially getting him killed. 

the door is pushed open, back of it slamming against the wall as he entered the room. “ we need to talk. “ he’s not nearly as loud now, noticing the female presence in the room. the woman is gorgeous, dark hair that he could pull on & mile long legs hidden under dark pants. shame. “ you think texting me about a partner is such a good idea. “ the word partner is spit out as if it’s disgusting. “ i don’t work with a partner. you know that. i work alone. “ if it was anyone else, their body would have been dropped on the floor right now. he’s itching for his gun. he turns his attention back to the woman then, lips pressed downwards. 

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[crimeaddiict]

Sherlock had been working with Jim for nearly all of her life now. It had been with her help that all of this had been possible, leading the Yard away and preforming extremely delicate tasks. Jim always preferred that she had a handler, as more often than not,  she tended to get more than just a little carried away. But for godsake, all of her more recent partners had been boring, and ended up in the same ditch her targets. And Jim didn't take fondly to losing his assets. She was lucky enough he had a soft spot for her.

Sherlock had settled herself on a corner of Jim's desk, one long leg crossed over the other and a cigarette between her fingers. Jim had promised her that this new candidate wasn't going to drive her bloody mad, but she would be the judge of that.  

Jim said nothing as John came bursting in, focused more on Sherlock than anyone. Her eyes  had flashed immediately and Sherlock was standing, rounding the man. It was in an instance that she knew that this Watson - He just might work.

It was after she circled him that she stepped back to Jim’s desk, taking a draw from her cigarette. 

“Afghanistan or Iraq?”

[crimeaddiict]

❛ I’m not stupid, you know. ❜

Doctor Who Sentence Starters || Accepting@strongmoralprinciple

Sherlock had to pause in her vent about the case, her normal pacing brought to a halt. She hadn’t even suggested John was of a lower intelligence for a long time. He wasn’t part of the common rabble, not any more. He had his own way of seeing, his own special sort of genius that just made everything click into place. He forced the world to make sense.“Of course you aren’t.” Sherlock mumbled in a sort of gentling apology. “I hadn’t mean to insinuate that you were.” She ran a hand through her hair a bit roughly before striding over to look over John’s shoulder at the evidence. “But what are we missing here? Something hasn’t connected.”

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gankingmonsters:

     He’s this close to being a petulant child but – no, his hand really hurts. That wasn’t normal glass. “My listening skills are fine.” who the fuck booby traps their own house? In his experience, weirdos, paranoid dickbags and psychopaths. So far, Sherlock seemed to fall under all three.

“Fine, you say as you knock over my experiments and equipment. Very well, How about we talk about your issues with authority? Or even better, the ones you have with your father?” She suggested before dragging him over to the sink and searching the cupboards for the antiseptic wash. A pleased noise escaped her throat when she found it, dumping some haphazardly on Dean’s wound. “Daddy issues never fail. Now, why exactly are you here?”

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~ @deductionisms ~

     “I’m not going to nag you with questions and I’m not expecting you to open up to me, but as your mother, I have to ask.”

                   “Are you okay? And don’t bother lying to me.”

[crimeaddiict]

“Why does everyone keep asking me that? I am FINE, mother.                         And who on Earth gave you the impression I wasn’t? Was it Mycroft?” Unlikely, perhaps it was the state of the flat, or the fact that she’s been shut in for god knows how long. Sherlock couldn’t even confidently say that she’d eaten today.                         What day was it anyway?

[persephonememes]

sentence prompts ➝  doctor who

❛ Are you a genius or something?

❛ Demons run when a good man goes to war ❜

❛ Friendship dies and true love lies ❜

❛ There’s something that doesn’t make sense. ❜

❛ Let’s go and poke it with a stick. ❜

❛ We’re all stories, in the end. ❜

❛ When you run with the him/her/them, it feels like it’ll never end. ❜

❛ But however hard you try you can’t run forever.  ❜

❛ What’s the opposite of a massacre? ❜

❛ But if I look purposeful, they’ll think I’ve got a plan. ❜

❛ If they think I’ve got a plan, at least they won’t try to think of a plan themselves! ❜

❛ You don’t call the helpline because you are the helpline. ❜

❛ I’m not stupid, you know. ❜

❛ Do you think your bacon sandwich loves you back? ❜

❛ This is the gateway to everything that ever was and ever can be. ❜

❛ Time is a structure relative to ourselves. ❜

❛ Time is the space made by our lives, where we stand together forever. ❜

❛ Time doesn’t pass. Time is an illusion. ❜

❛ You remember being alive yesterday, you hope you’re going to be alive tomorrow, so it feels like you are traveling one to the other, but nobody’s moving anywhere! ❜

❛ Movies don’t really move. They’re just pictures, just lots and lots of pictures, all of them still. None of them moving, just frozen moments! ❜

❛ Poetry, physics, the same thing. ❜

❛ And they lived happily ever after. ❜

❛ Tell me, were you born boring, or did you have to work at it? ❜

❛ Why does everyone think I’m so scared? ❜

❛ Never be cruel, and never be cowardly, and if you are, always make amends. ❜

❛ Tomorrow’s promised to no one, but I insist upon my past! I am entitled to that! ❜

❛ Is this a story, or did this really happen? ❜

❛ Everything ever told really happened. Stories are where memories go when they’re forgotten. ❜

❛ Nothing’s sad ‘til it’s over. Then everything is. ❜

[vaememes]

—  ahs hotel sentence starters .

nsfw   and   triggering   themes   and   mentions   may   be   present,   such   as   blood,   gore,   murder,   death. 

❛ What can you tell me about the people that come in and out of this place? ❜

❛ And you? Who are you looking for? ❜

❛ I can see the pain in your eyes. It’s very familiar. ❜

❛ Do you really need to be so aggressive? Can’t you have some compassion? ❜

❛ You get the hell out of here. ❜

❛ I’ve seen what your caring looks like. We’ve all seen it. ❜

❛ Do you know what this room used to be? ❜

❛ I loved roaming the streets, devouring the pulse of the city. ❜

❛ How come a girl like me ends up with tracks in her arms living in this dump? ❜

❛ There’s a part of you that wants to get lost, am I right? ❜

❛ I’ve tried it all, man. There is nothing better. ❜

❛ In your black heart of hearts, you know. You’re just like me. ❜

❛ I’ll show you what you’ve been dreaming of. ❜

❛ You’re the greatest serial killer who’s ever lived. ❜

❛ By the way, I’m not unaware of the obvious cliche here. ❜

❛ You swear you don’t have any unfinished business here? ❜

❛ I want nothing more than the dark silence of death itself! ❜

❛ In other words, don’t haunt my hallways, bitch. ❜

❛ You must have a lot of questions. I have answers. ❜

❛ What’s the price I have to pay to be like you? ❜

❛ I’m offering you eternity with your great lost love. ❜

❛ If you want to feel the magic of cause and effect you have to have a purpose. ❜

❛ This is my problem with police officers. All you care about is evidence. ❜

❛ They got greedy, started taking things that didn’t belong to ‘em. ❜

❛ You start to give, give it away before they can take it from you. ❜

❛ I could see where they were headed. A tragic, wasted life. ❜

❛ What I wouldn’t trade for a chance at that. ❜

❛ I imagined you lost hope a long time ago. ❜

❛ Can you say the same about your husband? ❜

❛ And what are you asking me to trade for it? ❜

❛ We are going total bye-bye, right? ❜

❛ It was a special kind of love. Maybe a once in a lifetime thing. ❜

❛ All the cracks and missing pieces came together. I felt whole. ❜

❛ I’d found my soul mate. I couldn’t stop smelling his head. ❜

❛ You think there is hope now? ❜

❛ Getting high used to be like how you imagine heaven. ❜

❛ I wrote a song with her. And then she wrote me off. ❜

❛ This place is far enough away that it speaks to me. ❜

❛ Oh, you’ve lost something. ❜

❛ And now you’re frozen in time. ❜

❛ Oh, we got a bit of everything. ❜

❛ Can’t move forward. Can’t go back. ❜

❛ That sounds obscene. ❜

❛ I Googled you. ❜

❛ I wanted to save kids because I felt I needed saving. ❜

❛ It was like I finally fell in love for real. ❜

❛ I’d found my soul mate. ❜

❛ Because I am stuck in this place, thanks to you. ❜

❛ I could feel your longing.. ❜

❛ Your undying loyalty. You’ll be working for me. ❜

❛ Give it all away for free, and that way, you can pretend that it doesn’t hurt. ❜

❛ We had a deal. We had a deal. ❜

❛ I wasn’t more then four or five when the world started taking from me. ❜

❛ You know what you do when all you know is people taking? ❜

❛ That is my message to the world. ❜

[smartcst-deactivated20150919]

    VILLAIN MUSES FALLING FOR HERO MUSES 

                            (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

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[toldabetterstory-archived]

       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. 

           But I abhor the dull routine of existence. 

                                                        I crave for mental exaltation.

[toldabetterstory-archived]

       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. 

           But I abhor the dull routine of existence. 

                                                        I crave for mental exaltation.

[crimeaddiict]

Blog is a mess, icons didn’t get done, but I have a fucking eight hour shift today. Hit me up on dis.cord (  RavenLaBeouf#3536 ) for plotting/rping through out the day it’s gonna be fucking bORING.

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Deductionisms is now CrimeAddiict

Please be patient as I’ll be working on my theme and sorting out some icons.

[crimeaddiict]

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“What on earth is wrong with the cabbies in this bloody city?" Sherlock spluttered as she entered the flat, absolutely drenched from the rain. She didn't even have her harpoon or any visible body parts this time, but it seemed as if every cab was all too eager to pass her by. Reputation shouldn't have anything to do with it; she paid well and Mycroft paid for damages, it shouldn't be an issue. Slowly, she peeled away her drenched coat and scarf, leaving them in a pile in the kitchen before she went to wring her hair out over the sink. "Is there any tea on?" She called out into the very possibly empty flat. Briefly, she wondered how irritable John would be if she just shucked off her dripping wardrobe in the kitchen.