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@deductionisms
Reblog if I can go on your page and write stupid things in your ask box whenever I'd like to.
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.
* love ♥ starters
‘ want me to stay? ’
‘ we’re almost home. ’
‘ you should be in bed. ’
‘ we can share it.’
‘ stay there. i’m coming to get you. ’
‘ shh, shh. you were dreaming. ’
‘ grab my hand. ’
‘ i’m just going to pick you up. ’
‘ everything okay? ’
‘ i won’t leave you behind. ’
‘ don’t worry. better out than in. ’
‘ who did that to you? ’
‘ sit down and rest. ’
‘ sweetie, i would never think that. ’
‘ come lay down in my lap. ’
‘ i know you think you’re all alone out there, but you’re not. ’
‘ call me when you get home. ’
‘ we should change those bandages. ’
‘ you’re safe here. ’
‘ honey… ’
‘ of course we love you. ’
‘ wait here. i’ll go run a bath for you. ’
‘ take my bed for tonight. ’
‘ i promise. ’
‘ you’re always welcome here. ’
‘ don’t talk like that. ’
‘ bad dream? ’
‘ talk to me. ’
‘ it’s okay to cry. ’
‘ you need to be more careful.’
‘ we should hug this out. ’
‘ i worry about you. ’
‘ can i hold your hand? ’
‘ because i care about you. ’
‘ it made me think of you. ’
‘ take care of yourself. ’
‘ put your seatbelt on. ’
‘ where did you go? ’
‘ i didn’t mean to worry you. ’
‘ i made breakfast. ’
‘ sing something for me? ’
‘ open it and find out. ’
‘ how long have you been like this? ’
‘ you look nice. ’
‘ here, take my jacket. ’
‘ close your eyes and try to get some rest. ’
‘ focus on my voice. ’
‘ i meant every word. ’
‘ i was here all night. ’
‘ look both ways before you cross. ’
‘ you don’t have to talk. ’
‘ this is your favorite, right? ’
‘ you’ll feel better in the morning. ’
‘ you have a nice laugh. ’
‘ here, take my jacket. ’
‘ you could stay here. with me. ’
‘ we’ll figure it out together. ’
@herecomesnegan from xxx
Infuriating.
This woman was g o d d a m n e d infuriating and Negan swore that if he rolled his eyes any harder, he’d have an aneurysm. It was the motherfucking apocalypse and this was how he was going to die. Death by aneurysm and a pissy 5'7’’ woman.
He shifted Lucille so that she was resting on his shoulder, an irritable sigh on his lips as he turned to face her, putting the majority of his weight on his right leg, head tilted. “ God damn it, Wilhelmina! ” He ran a hand over his face, trying to keep his cool. This was becoming a fairly frequent conversation and Negan was beyond sick of it. “ I’ll fucking think about it. ” Suddenly, he put a finger on his lips, shushing Sherlock as he moved Lucille closer to his ear like he was listening to her whisper something. Negan nodded in understanding, before moving the bat back to his shoulder. “ The vote’s back and, well, it was a big fat hell fucking no, sweet cheeks. ”
“You did not...” Her nose crinkled in absolute disgust when the man dared to first name her. Had she been in ANY OTHER circumstance, Sherlock might have ripped someone down a peg or two for something like that, but as much as she detested every moment. She wasn’t in control any more. And she had to accept that. Negan had a painfully large army, armory, and was the only one with the proper equipment she needed to run half her tests.
And not that she would ever admit it, Negan was the only thing keeping her sane since the loss of... Well, everyone she’d ever cared for.
“Negan,” his name was hissed out as Sherlock strode closer to the man, her hand moving to take hold of his forearm. “I’m going absolutely, mad cooped up in this place, and the samples your men keep bringing back are far too decomposed to actually attempt anything with. If you were to just let me out, I might even be able to scavenge some better ingredients for medicines. Parts for the machines and vehicles. Things that normal people won’t see use in.”
"Your lackies have brought the wrong samples. Again." The woman stood before the leader, a deep frown set on her face, arms crossing over her chest. "It would be so much *easier* if you'd just let me go out and get what I need."
Infuriating.
This woman was g o d d a m n e d infuriating and Negan swore that if he rolled his eyes any harder, he'd have an aneurysm. It was the motherfucking apocalypse and this was how he was going to die. Death by aneurysm and a pissy 5'7'' woman.
He shifted Lucille so that she was resting on his shoulder, an irritable sigh on his lips as he turned to face her, putting the majority of his weight on his right leg, head tilted. “ God damn it, Wilhelmina! ” He ran a hand over his face, trying to keep his cool. This was becoming a fairly frequent conversation and Negan was beyond sick of it. “ I'll fucking think about it. ” Suddenly, he put a finger on his lips, shushing Sherlock as he moved Lucille closer to his ear like he was listening to her whisper something. Negan nodded in understanding, before moving the bat back to his shoulder. “ The vote's back and, well, it was a big fat hell fucking no, sweet cheeks. ”
kitandboodle:
John was not a huge fan of shouting through the flat, no matter how many times he’d done it, and as such waited until Sherlock padded out in naught but her bed sheet. He averted his eyes more out of politeness and a bred-in respect for a woman’s privacy than because the sight of her upset him. But she knew that, of course. Casual nudity wasn’t at the core of John Watson’s being.
“It wouldn’t be the first of my things you’ve destroyed, I wouldn’t think you’d even need a reason to do whatever it is that you do to them.” He was meant to respect Sherlock’s things when they were in the fridge, yes, but Sherlock certainly didn’t respect his. At least, not at first glance. But the eyes had been far enough away from the milk that it seemed as though there’d been an attempt to compromise.
“It’s Wednesday.” He sighed, some reference to the day prior on the tip of his tongue but knowing better - he hardn’t wanted the reminder that Sherlock listened to very little of anything he said.”And you think you’ve earned some tea, do you? Showing up in that, leaving eyeballs in the refrigerator?” A dry scoff, but it was in somewhat good humour.
“I have apologized. Usually when I destroy your things, it isn’t intentional.” The word usually was carefully placed, as she actually couldn’t recall if she had ever maliciously attacked one of John’s jumpers. There had been an incident with a pair of his slippers a month or two ago, but she’d gone out and bought him a new pair quickly afterwards. Had he noticed the difference? Huh. That was something she’d have to test later.
“Wednesday? Dull.” She expected he’d have to work, Sherlock only found herself hoping that he wouldn’t have a date afterwards. A quick glance at his shoes reassured her on that front at least. The woman fixed the two cuppas, throwing a look over her shoulder when John began practically tutting at her like a mother hen. There was a flash of a grin as she padded back to the table, setting John’s cup in front of him before she sat across him. “I think we both deserve a cuppa for managing to jump out of that window and get on that balcony last night. Haven’t had so much fun chasing down a suspect in ages.” Of course, the chipper attitude from the woman would only last so long. It was always inevitable that Sherlock would start itching for her next fix, which is exactly why she threw herself into experimenting the way she did on off days.
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Number Generator
1. Standing over a body
2. Covered in blood
3. Unconcious
4. Being attacked
5. Torturing someone
6. Struggling to breathe
7. Committing suicide
8. Having a mental breakdown
9. Wearing just a towel
10. Wearing sexy lingerie
11. Completely naked
12. Kissing someone
13. Having sex with someone
14. Watching porn
15. Masturbating
16. Taking suggestive pictures
17. Drunk
18. Practicing pick up lines
19. Asleep
20. Dancing with themselves
21. Packing their bags
22. Climbing out the window
23. Crying at a movie
24. Crying
25. Mun’s choice!
— 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. ❜
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kitandboodle: John
@deductionisms !
“Sherlock!” His cry was sharp, alarmed - had it been anyone else, any other flat, maybe it might’ve been an overreaction, that maybe his flatmate had just left an empty milk carton in the fridge, and been an all-around thoughtless prat.
Eyeballs was another matter entirely. “Sherlock, you can’t keep eyes in the refrigerator - some of us actually store our food in there!” It was not unlike most of his other complaints.Things people didn’t normally do, things that weren’t done…. suddenly were. Often without his approval, or even his knowledge.
“You know I’m just going to throw them out, don’t you?” It was an empty threat, since he’d already grabbed the milk and shut the door so they weren’t staring at him so accusingly anymore.
For a brief, petulant moment, Sherlock considered shouting back some sort of jab at the other’s intrusion on her experiments. But, being as this was the first time in at least a week she’d slept at all, her wit was slower than it might have been previously. Her systems were still rebooting from the increasingly needed shut down, and all she could really think about was the kettle that had no doubt been set on to start boiling.
“You touch my eyes and I’ll wreck that abhorrent jumper you keep wearing.” She finally responded, standing from her bed. She didn’t bother with getting anything to wear, knowing it would annoy John so much more if she just wrapped up in her white sheet. “Honestly, I’d be doing you a favour.”
She trekked her way out of her bedroom bare feet padding against the chilled tile as she instantly drifted to the cabinet to pull her preferred mug from it, fetching John’s after a moment’s thought. “I’ll be working with those eyes today. Very important cold case I need to attempt to replicate,” it was only partially a lie. “What day is it today?”
Femlock Sketch
After I made this art, I wanted to draw Sherlock again with her hair down.
I may try to draw Femjohn but I haven’t pinned down her features yet.
Will finish other requests for the meantime…
Morning Light
Art Request by jakathine (FemSherlock reading)
Sherlock has beautiful hair but she keeps sticking things into them :)
Ind. Sel. Heavily Canon Divergent. Written by Sev
The name’s Sherlock Holmes and the address is 221b Baker Street.
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