PERMANENT HIATUS

[eastwiind]

PSA

This certainly has been a long time coming. I love Eurus more than anything, but I just don’t have the time or energy to run three separate blogs. I’ve made the choice to put this blog on a permanent hiatus and move Eurus over to my multi on athrach. I’ll still be (hopefully) writing her over there, as my multi usually gets more of my attention since I have many muses in one concise place.

Thank you all for your patience and understanding, and I hope to write with you all again very soon. <3

[ohbrilliiant]

This otter is headed to Disney!

Just a brief PSA that I’ll be in Anaheim for the next four days in the happiest place on earth! My activity will be even more sporadic than usual, but I’ll still be available via dis.cord and such. Also: if anyone wants me to do any merch pickups at the park, just let me know, because I’m happy to do it!

See you on the flipside!

[eastwiind]

belstaff:

      Patience and Sherlock BARELY went in the same sentence together. Yet it seems that now he will have to learn. He’ll have to make himself stop rushing everything and demanding quick results. He wished he could just tell Eurus to be okay, to get over it and forget her issues, but even he knew that world, and most importantly people living in it didn’t work that way. Her full recovery, if that even IS possible will take years no doubt. The best he can do is be there for her, be patient, understanding and hope that his presence will help in the process of her healing her soul and mind. 

       He takes a couple of fries too, eats them slowly but doesn’t FOCUS on the taste. It’s a show that she can trust him and the food, that nothing was tampered with and that she can feel safe here, with him, munching on greasy chips. His tracking of her emotions is not hidden; she could see through any of his built up walls either way, so there wasNO POINT t in slapping on a poker face and hiding what he had in his hand.

       A smile flies through his face, followed by a soft chuckle. Sherlock takes another chip and chews on it slowly. “My personal favorite is a chip shop off the Marylebone Road.” He can tell she’s getting LOST in her mind again, even if momentarily. Worry returns to the pit of his stomach and the man clears his throat, shifting in his seat and giving her a smile. “Next time, I’ll bring you that tastes even better than any of these chips.”

     She can see the place in her mind: an entire map laid out in her head, with its clear location at her fingertips. Her limp curls rustle as she nods, nibbling on another chip slowly, and her gaze turns onto him. It’s only too easy to see that he’s watching her very carefully for any sign of another meltdown, of another moment where she’ll retract into her head and refuse to come back out. It had taken weeks of coaxing just to get to where she is now. Eurus wonders, for a horrific second, if it’s something she can actually prevent. Am I even in control anymore? 

     There’s a sudden urge to violently shake her head, to clear the horrible thought from her memory, but she knows it’s no use—it’ll continue to haunt her anyway. The potato in her mouth suddenly tastes like cardboard, and she sets the half-eaten chip down as she curls further within the confines of Sherlock’s jacket. “…Sherlock…” Please don’t leave me alone here, I may not be able to come back. “I want to go outside. I want to see the sun, I need to…” She trails off. Do you know how much I need this? Please, please see it, let me feel alive again… 

     Blue eyes dart to the other side of the glass, to the lift doors that serve as the only way in and out. Back to Sherlock. Back to the door. “I need to breathe,” she whispers. “I can’t breathe in here, there’s not—it’s not good, not…” She doesn’t have a decent excuse, a logical reason. She can’t explain that her skin crawls, itches without real sun and wind, that the more she sits here and tries to reason with herself, the worse it gets. “You can do it, can’t you? They won’t stop you—just for a moment. Just one moment. It’s all I need.”

[theterroramc]

“In gratitude to you both for my care, must I surrender my privacy?”

Sian Brooke as Sophia Cracroft in The Terror - Episodes 1 & 2

[eastwiind]

narrativecrime:

          If he’s honestly with himself, John is a bit nervous, driving out to the country side. Sherlock has no idea what he’s doing, but Mycroft does. So, if anything goes pear shape, he has an easy exit. But at the same time, John wants to do this. Needs (?) to do this. The man hasn’t quite put a label on it yet. But call him a bleeding heart. He’s throwing himself into the lion’s den.

          Oblivious is he, to the figure standing on the top of the roof. The cottage isn’t large, by any means. But it’s comfortable for a single occupant. Mycroft saw to it that Eurus had acceptable accommodations. Nothing compared to her cell.

          Fingers knock against the wood of the door. No answer. Hand curls around the knob and he pushes inside. “Hello? Eurus?” John knows that she’s there, he’s just not sure where. Undoubtedly she’d seen him pull into the drive. Is she hiding from him? Does she not wish to have visitors? All questions John doesn’t have the answer too.

          “Eurus. It’s John Watson. I’ve come for a visit. Should we have tea and biscuits?” It’s a lame statement. Why in the world would the younger Homes want tea and biscuits? 

     Against her better judgment, Eurus nimbly climbs down to the open front door, landing with a silent thump on the mat before pacing inside. The doctor seems to have recovered smoothly since their last meeting…perhaps he’s ready to confront her and give her a piece of his mind, like so many others are longing to do. Posture suggests he’s not angry, though he’s been experiencing a high volume of stress recently, likely due to the child he’s been taking care of—

     “Mycroft has been hinting that a medical professional may be coming by soon to analyze me. I wasn’t aware that he meant you.” Her arms hang limply at her sides, observing him carefully, watching every tense line in his face. With any luck, he’ll get it off his chest and she can escape the conversation unscathed, though she’d much rather avoid the entire situation in general. Doctor Watson is an emotional thinker, and Eurus is…not. Sherlock assures her it will come in time, but she’s not so certain it will.

     “I was under the impression that you didn’t want to see me again.”

[eastwiind]

shlms:

OF COURSE SHE’S BEEN LOOKING AT HIS CASE FILES .          can’t trust her to keep her thrumming mind to herself   ,   his dear sister   ,   though he very much behaves in the same way .     always                  SNITCHING THINGS                  from crime scenes   ,   poking his nose where it oughtn’t to be .                             (     you like to play in the graveyards   ,   dancing around corpses   ,   coattails swirling in the evening breeze .     )                             all evidence of eurus’ snooping long gone   ,   but no innocent visage lays behind the pages of her tome .                              ❝      they were in on it together   ,   eurus   ,   you’re missing the vital detail .     the contractor came up with the idea   ,   the plans are still in his bag   ,   but he chickened out the night of the heist .     painter wore his clothes   ,   made it look like the contractor was the guilty party on the cameras .     quite clever .     ❞

     “Not clever enough, apparently. But you’re still looking in the wrong direction.” The case is solved, of course, the painter had indeed framed the contractor…but the painter’s partner had a very interesting track record of incarceration that Sherlock was clearly not looking into. Such a pity. Eurus turns another page before finally glancing up at him. “I hope you brought biscuits with you. Your housekeeper is fresh out.”

[eastwiind]

multamusae:

          Much practiced at this game with Sherlock, Mycroft pulls out his first piece without taking his eyes off of his sister. “I must admit I partake in the joy of board games more often as an adult than I did as a child.”

     She does the same, taking the tweezers back and plucking out another piece without looking away from her brother’s face. “Because the satisfaction is infinitely bigger, now that you have an accompanying capacity for it. Sherlock is the same way.”

[eastwiind]

multamusae:

          “I love dark chocolate but it’s just not meant for some things –– like mousse. It’s supposed to be light and airy, and that’s hard to get when all you taste is a bitterness that shouldn’t be there.” Get her talking about baking, she’ll never stop.

     Eurus watches carefully as Mary moves around the small kitchen, gathering utensils and ingredients for her baking venture. She helps herself to some of the fruit on the counter, taking a small bite of a strawberry before consulting the cookbook again. “Does your oven heat evenly enough to bear the task?” From the tone of her voice, she sounds cautiously skeptical.

[eastwiind]

mollv:

Oh. Of course, deductions and observations is the way all of the Holmes’ carry about with their lives; you should have KNOWN BETTER. It’s your own fault that the little glimmer of hope dies within your heart at that moment, you shouldn’t have been so naïve in the first place. And why would Sherlock talk to his sister about you, let alone tell her such words? It’s all highly illogical, Molly, use your head. Oddly enough, those words carry the voice of the consulting detective within your mind. “I see.” It’s the only thing you can answer with when the cab comes to halt. 

      Out on the street you stand and linger, eyes cast up on the second story windows, wondering, fearing of what you’ll encounter once inside the probably most famous flat in London. “Me? Isn’t John a better voice of reason in this situation?” You still can’t wrap your mind around the fact that Eurus and Mycroft got into their heads that you are capable of making Sherlock listen to you. In your mind’s eye, you can already see him outright scoffing into your face. Might as well get on with it and get back to the comfort of your own flat as soon as possible. “Very well. But this is going to BLOW UP in our faces, mark my words.”

     Contrary to Molly’s belief, the confrontation goes relatively smoothly…or, at least, in Eurus’ eyes. In hindsight, it may have been a catastrophic mess involving a lot of shattered mugs and shouting, but in the end, they’d walked out unscathed and Sherlock had reluctantly promised to cease his insane choice of investigation. Mycroft had then (also reluctantly) thanked Molly for her assistance and ushered the two of them back into the car, taking them back to St. Bart’s.

     Eurus silently follows the pathologist as they return to her office, the discarded drawing redirecting her attention once again as she peers at it for a few moments. She doesn’t take her coat off. Instead, she turns back to the door before looking over at Molly again. “I am considering going to a gallery this evening. With any luck, it won’t be disappointing.” Her blue eyes roam to the tip of her shoe, head tilting slightly. “If that is appealing to you, I will see you there.”

[eastwiind]

oKAY I’ve done some drafts here at last. major apologies for my absence here, but trust me, I haven’t given up on my smol girl. I love her way too much for that. my goal is to be here a lot more often, so thank you for your patience!! if any mutuals want to plot or anything, please contact me on dis.cord: AJMartin#1045

lots of love to all of you <3 <3

[vorcotec]

synonyms: renaissance woman.

[ohbrilliiant]

I apologize for my absence on here, you guys. I’ve had a very difficult time juggling a busy schedule with trying to actually sleep properly and it’s starting to negatively affect a lot of areas in my life. I’m trying hard to go through my drafts on all my blogs and get them done and pushed out in the hopes that I’ll stay on top of them in the future. I don’t want to put any of them on a semi-hiatus yet because I’m hoping this is just a gross week for me…

That being said, I’ll likely be avoiding my dashes for the next few days while I try to get stuff accomplished outside of tumblr. Mutuals: I am always 500% okay with doing threads on dis.cord. That’s where I’m doing the majority of my writing and plotting these days anyway, so please don’t hesitate to throw ideas in my direction! If we’re mutuals and you don’t have my dis.cord info, here it is: AJMartin#1045. Just remember to reply to this post and let me know if you’ve added me.

I thank you all from the bottom of my heart for your patience and understanding. It’s my goal to have more energy and be back here fully very soon. Please take care of yourselves and remember that I love you. <3

[vayena]

my aesthetic is the kid on the playground who tells all the other kids that ring around the rosie is about the black plague

[eastwiind]

And speaking of Eurus’ behaviour!! After a brief discussion with @mctiiculous, I’ve come to the conclusion that Eurus is indeed somewhere on the autistic spectrum, probably what a lot of people would say is Asperger syndrome, which is part of the spectrum itself (brief disclaimer that I am in no way fully educated on this subject, it’s just something that’s come to me after doing a bit more research and linking a lot of similarities to Eurus and her personality/behaviour/mannerisms). She has a very limited understanding of the emotions of others (and her own) as well as what constitutes what she believes to be “normal” conversation—her way of communicating usually presents itself in the form of speaking monotonously and rapidly, throwing a lot of information at you at once because she’s processing it faster than she can speak. There’s also the habit of having rather one-sided conversations, and sometimes forgetting that she’s talking to someone else at all. She has the tendency to obsess over little things which distracts all of her focus until her curiosity is satisfied—i.e. you could be showing her something and explaining it to her, and she’s completely tuned you out in order to examine said thing and make deductions for herself. There are lots of little habits and tendencies that just stick out from the social norm and while she can sometimes recognize it in herself, most of the time she’s merely puzzled as to why you’re staring at her when she just wants to look at that old book you brought in and possibly leave the room to study/read it further.

[eastwiind]

‘ you are & always will be enough. ’

‘Warm suggestions’ startersStatus: selectively accepting

      These are the moments she wishes she were a bit more normal. Perhaps she’d be able to take those words and hold onto them, let them spread warmth in her chest, reciprocate in a kind way—but she doesn’t know how. Jane’s sitting across from her, elegant and ethereal, and Eurus can’t even form the words to respond back. They get stuck somewhere, perhaps in her mind or just behind her lips, but they don’t come out. She hates herself for it.

     Instead, hoping that it at least makes up for the fact that she hasn’t said anything in return, she reaches out a thin hand and sets it atop Jane’s own, squeezing very lightly. The corner of her mouth twitches upwards for just a moment, and her featherlight touch says thank you.

[eastwiind]

I can never remember if I’ve mentioned this here before (and it’s very possible I have already), but Eurus’ one Super Irrational Fear is heights. If you try and get her on a ladder or on top of a cliff, she’s going to lose her mind a little bit. This goes especially for airplanes, since her mind created the whole plane scenario and she thought of it as a prison in her own head that she couldn’t get out of. In fact, she has a lot of nightmares about plane crashes, so it’s probably best to avoid them in general with her. She is not a fan.

[eastwiind]

❛ i have to say, __, this is a real pleasure, it’s a pleasure to find someone i can actually chat to. ❜ | psychopoppins

Love Actually startersStatus: not accepting

@psychopoppins

     “According to most people, you would be considered to have a very abnormal sense of what is a ‘real pleasure.’ Most wouldn’t find speaking to a murderer and sociopath very entertaining. They’d be turning the other direction and running as fast as they can.”