Sherlock

Consulting Detective currently residing at 221B Baker Street. 18+ Independent BBC Sherlock Holmes RP Blog

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James Moriarty | John Watson | Granada Holmes | Multi-Muse MCU | Alastor

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Sherlock | The Reichenbach Fall (S02E03)

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"Excellent." The familiar purred the single word, not making any further motion to move as their eyes flickered over the human almost like they were looking through the physical body to something inside.

"You would be very welcome back. My master would find you highly interesting, people like you always are." Ben's attention flickered to the wallet before his form shimmered and the young man sat on the counter as he held out his hand. "How about... Your favourite colour? Or the stories you were told as a child? Or the first case you solved?" He offered the choices, downplaying just what this would take from the human. Just a taste - this man would be back, there was no doubt of that.

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People like him? He arched an eyebrow, curious to know what sort of man his master was. Most people tended to find him intolerable--even John found him so at times--and some were rather unnerved by him and his ability to deduce much about a person from the mere observation of them.

"My payment is a memory?" It was a curious type of payment and he wondered what exactly the familiar got out of it. He stared at the hand for several moments before he finally moved to grasp his hand thinking of the moment he met his first friend, Victor Trevor, and his rather enthusiastic bulldog who had taken a liking to his ankle.

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Sherlock 2x3

[welcometohellwehavetea]

The squinty eyes are everything.

[crimeandadeerstalker]

Continued from x || @lcstxsculx

“Gone? Gone where? What are you talking about, John?” Sherlock’s eyes fly wide open, fingers digging into John’s jumper as panic seized him. Ridiculous emotion. He didn’t have all the data. Didn’t know what John was on about, but he couldn’t fathom the idea that he might lose him. His best friend and…more than that. Much more.

His eyes were slightly unfocused as he attempted to remember any recent conversations. Had John mentioned going away somewhere? But sometimes his moods took him, or he became obsessed with a case or experiment, and everything else became background noise. Or was that it? Had he driven him away with his callousness? "Whatever is going on, I'm sure we can work through it," he tried to say with a confidence he didn't feel at the moment. Relationships were not his forte, and he had only been in one once before, a beautifully bright and sharp piece of music that began and ended far too quickly.

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He arched his back as he stretched under the human's touch and then sat up to watch him, blinking slowly at the question he had no desire to answer. No, he was most definitely not a normal familiar - unless they had a form that allowed them to speak aloud. Many did, depending on their time as a nature spirit and the power gathered then.

"A disguise that changes the perception of those around you, I can do with ease. A disguise that physically changes your body, would require the assistance of my master. What would your preference be?" He asked, licking one paw delicately as he hoped for the first option so he could take his own form of payment.

[crimeandadeerstalker]

"The first should suit my purposes just fine." That would be perfect for sneaking around Lord Blackwell's manor and getting the evidence he needed. Sherlock mainly relied on practical disguises, but Blackwell knew him. Knew a bit about his methods and did have a rather perceptive eye. Should the man lay eyes on him he had no doubt that he would recognize him immediately. Either the spell would tell those who saw him that there was nothing there, or they'd simply see a servant who--in the eyes of the rich--were invisible.

"Maybe next time, if your master is around, I would be able to get a demonstration of what more you can achieve." It would be nice if he could find a purveyor of the mystic arts who could offer more than potions that changed hair or eye color. "So, what shall be my payment for your services?" He asked as he pulled out a wallet and waited for whatever price the cat named.

[buckingham-ashtray]

Sherlock Holmes, BBC Sherlock (x)

[sherriarty]

Both.

[sherriarty]

Jim sees Sherlock on the dance floor and is reminded just how much in love he is with his idiot husband.

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[green-ajah]

BBC Sherlock (2010 - 2017)

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

No, we're not soulmates. This is not divine intervention. And this is most certainly not chance. I willed this. I knit the threads of fate myself until they spelled your name.

I love you intentionally. I love you with every bit of conscience I was born with.

— marsadist (via twitter)

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@kingofthewebxxx

[yourexfwb]

nothing turns me on more than knowing how much im turning you on

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[crimeandadeerstalker]

❛ You have a morbid sense of fun. ❜ - Ella @curseoffrell

“Mm,” he hums in response, the corner of his lip curling up. He’s been looking over crime scene photos from one of the cold case files he dropped off to see if Sherlock could spot anything they may have missed, but then he blinked and looked up at Ella, “Ah, you didn’t mean that in a good sense, did you?”

[crimeandadeerstalker]

❛ You may not believe me now. You will. ❜ - Elliot @curseoffrell

Sighing, he glances up from his computer screen to the young man who was still standing before him. “And how, exactly, are you proposing that you are going to make me believe that you are, as you claim, cursed?” Magic wasn’t real. Curses weren’t real. He could order the young man, Edward or whatever, to do as he asked, but there would be no way to prove that he wasn’t just following them of his own free will. More than likely, he was mentally ill, not cursed. Though he supposed you could argue they were one and the same.

[crimeandadeerstalker]

“Come to daddy”

Sherlock kept Jim’s gaze as he walked over and then fell gracefully to his knees, placing his hands behind his back. “How would you like me, Daddy?” Asked with a playful smirk.

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Q had been chatting back and forth with Marcus when he had been told to go and check on Sherlock; it was odd, since Mycroft usually left him to his own devices these days now he was good enough friends with Sherlock to see him every few days even without the prompting. The appearance of the consulting detective seemed to confirm why the older Holmes seemed to have sent Q here but... Surely, if he was really worried, Mycroft would have come himself?

Only the Quartermaster's fondness for Sherlock kept Marcus from going on the offensive when they were suddenly grabbed. The strength in the taller man's hands was not normal and Q felt his panic mingle with Marcus' anger as both of them reacted to the instinctual fear. "H-hungry for what?" He asked quietly, heart hammering away in his chest. "Sherlock... Sherlock, please let me go a-and I'll get someone to help, okay?"

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Hearing his heart beat quicken causes Sherlock to lose what little self-control he has left. A hand snakes its way into Q's hair, gripping it tight, yanking his head to the side as he buries his teeth into his neck. Warm blood fills his mouth and he groans. The taste is nothing like the iron tang that he’s used to, it’s sweet and rich and glorious.

He loses all sense of self as he gulps down mouthful after mouthful. The thought that he might be hurting his friend doesn’t cross his mind. All he cares about is sating his hunger.

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Disengaging, his muscles contracting from the electricity that courses suddenly through them, he throws himself away from the smaller man. His eyes are bright red, lips stained with Q’s blood, but the jolt has knocked him back to his senses. Blinking a few times, his eyes return to their normal blue colour. There’s confusion written on his face, but as his lips brush against the fangs in his mouth and eyes falling to the wound on Q’s neck, realisation crosses his features.

“Q—Q, I’m sorry,” he said, scrambling up to his feet. He wants to go to his friend, but he doesn’t trust himself, the smell of blood is in the air, and there is still a hunger eating away at him. So his feet stay firmly planted where they are. “Is there anything I can get you? Anything I can do?” The question ‘Are you okay’ gets stuck in his throat, because that was a stupid question to ask. Clearly he wasn’t okay, though he was certain he hadn’t taken enough blood to hurt him. His chest is tight, afraid he may have lost one of the few friends he truly had. “I’m so sorry Q, I couldn’t control myself.”