Irene Adler

Irene Adler - The Woman professional dominatrix Independent Irene Adler RP blog - tracking: goonimpressagirl

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Her habits were easy to anticipate. Her return text, with the same message, had been expected, so he put his phone on silent. Sherlock watched it vibrate and light up, her name briefly flashing on the screen before it went right back to sleep mode. 

As before, he decided not to reply, if only to have the last word. However, his self-control was tested a few weeks later when news of one of Moriarty’s allies had escaped. Somehow, he managed to keep a straight face around his brother, only to grab the phone and fire off a quick text.

                  Dinner. 7. Anna’s place. – SH

Anna was the name of the woman who’d brought John to the dilapidated factory, and he knew that Irene would understand the reference immediately. 

Irene looked down at her phone with a smile, it wasn’t often that she managed to get a reply out of him, never mind a face to face meeting. Maybe he decided to turn over a new leaf in the new year.             

                A girl can dream.

She took one last look at her phone, she has a while before she had to meet the consulting detective. But she did have to get ready, something that can take her ages, depending on the choice. The battle dress probably wasn’t the right choice this time, even though she knew she’d get his attention with that. 

She slipped into her robe and moved over to her closet, this one was going to be a tough decision. 

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Hi all! 

I’ve made a new RP account.  I’ve decided to venture out with a new new muses from different fandoms, and I’m looking for some people to start some threads with. 

Hit me up :D 

Made a new RP account if anyone wants to plot :D 

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Irene couldn’t figure out why she’d suddenly become so nostalgic, it wasn’t her style, but she remembered a before Moriarty when she was playing her game with her favourite consulting detective. 

With that thought, she picked up her phone. 

‘Let’s have dinner. - IA’

The ‘obscene’ ringtone hadn’t been removed. 

He couldn’t.

So when Mrs. Hudson snapped her head up and commented on its continued existence, he took his phone and excused himself. The message was short…and always the same. But as the fireworks began to set off, he chose to be a little different this new year.

For a few seconds, at least.

                    Happy new year. –SH 

The vibration in her pocket brought a small smile to her face and there was no one else it could have been, her contacts and her other games were on hold, they had been since the case with the royals.

One more game… Irene thought to herself, one more game can’t hurt.   

             ‘Let’s have dinner –IA’ 

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Irene couldn’t figure out why she’d suddenly become so nostalgic, it wasn’t her style, but she remembered a before Moriarty when she was playing her game with her favourite consulting detective. 

With that thought, she picked up her phone. 

‘Let’s have dinner. - IA’

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Back To Adler

[It’s been so long since I’ve even logged into this account and I want to get going again.

I’ll still be tracking #goonimpressagirl if anyone wants to start fresh or continue on old threads.]

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"I lost the baby…"

Baby Meme

It hadn’t been easy faking his death. Looking back, however, Sherlock Holmes felt like the preparations he’d made with Mycroft were child’s play.             { Unfortunate choice of words, given the circumstances. } Even though Irene Adler was staring at him blankly, he could tell the turmoil boiling beneath that glacial exterior of hers. It was one of the things they had in common, and one of the reasons why they got along so well - or clashed, depending on the situation. He knew she didn’t expect him to say something, but he felt he had to. After everything they’d been through, he owed her that, at least. Maybe he even owed it to himself, because hadn’t he felt flashes of fondness and excitement at the idea of being a father? He knew that, unlike John, who was born to be a father, he had a long way to go. Throw in the fact that he was expecting a baby with The Woman, and he was in for a long, hard slog. Yet despite that daunting task, he’d come to acknowledge and accept that what he deemed as “distractions” were going to be a part of his future. Now he wasn’t sure if that future was even going to happen. "Sherlock." He pried his eyes from the fireplace, his gaze trailing up her entire form. It was only when he saw her eyes did he realize that she was close to tears. Irene leaned forward, her gaze chipping away at the icy wall he’d erected to keep everyone out. Everyone, except her."Is this the part where you tell me to run?" Sherlock knew that if she did, she wouldn’t last six months on her own. Not with Moriarty knowing she was still alive. The baby was the only reason why Mycroft had agreed to protect her, but without the child, it wasn’t hard to imagine that he’d withdraw his protection in a heartbeat. There was only one other person who could protect her, and they both knew it.             { Sentiment is a chemical defect found in the losing side. } "No." There was a pause as he reached out and rested his hand on her wrist. Their eyes met, and as a tear finally fell down Irene’s cheek, he wiped it away with his finger. "This is the part where I tell you to stay."{ lpulverized }                  Events based from Unfinished Business (x)

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Hi! Please what are these chronicles of sherlock you talked about?

Its a book. That came out the other day. Search it on amazon. :)

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Ishad absenthe andntquila.I feel great.firewoks andnmeatloaf goodtimes

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I accidently read all of 'The Sherlock Chronicles' in one night and it was glorious.

"She dupes Sherlock, and he does fall for her, to some degree, in the game of love that they play."

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Unfinished Business || Sherlock + Irene

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His phone rang just as he made his way out of the elevator. Mycroft had taken Holmwood from his home, while the son had been detained indefinitely at some location. Being as vague as ever, his older brother refused to say where, in case the tables turned and Sherlock somehow ended up in the hands of Holmwood’s men. That way, he couldn’t divulge the location of the boy, even under torture, and they still had a hold on the man.

Mycroft was delightfully thorough that way.

"And if he refuses to cooperate, we need to make it clear that his son will die,” he said, knowing that Mycroft understood that no matter what, the boy wouldn’t be harmed. As radical as the Holmes brothers were, they weren’t murderers, nor did they approve of collateral damage. 

His brother asked him if he was sure about this, and he nodded, even though Mycroft couldn’t see him. “He’s the last link to Moriarty’s network. I refuse to have my child in the same world where the consulting criminal’s influence exists.”

"My, aren’t we paternal, Sherlock. Don’t tell me she’s changed you,” Mycroft stated, and he could imagine the smug smile on the man’s face. 

"Just make sure our terms are clear. If anything else fails, I will do what needs to be done." Ending the call, he lowered the phone to his side, before slipping it back into his coat pocket. 

Although there were lingering doubts, he refused to let it get to him now. They were so close; months of running and being threatened all came down to this. 

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She knew that she was in no fit state to be following anyone, never mind a vengeful Sherlock... but Irene knew that it would all be over soon and Moriarty's network, gone. It's what they'd been working towards, its why everyone back in London thinks that they are both dead. It's what Sherlock had gone to end.

The black cars were pulling away when she got to the entrance of the hotel, 'at least they're not far' she thought, before stepping out to call for a cab. Less than 10 seconds passed and she was on her way... The cab driver tailed behind the black car carefully, "Your husband?"  Irene looked to the driver, "Sorry?" "In the black car." Of course he thought she was following her husband... 

Before she could answer, the cab came to a stop. When she looked out of the window she noticed 50 ft down the road the black cars had parked and the men, including Sherlock, stepped out.

Without thinking Irene handed the driver money and stepped out of the car. Pacing forward slowly, but just as her foot touched the ground a sharp cramp rose over her and crippled her to the spot. Her hands wrapped around her bump and she looked up to see Sherlock had already gone.

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@JensenAckles: @mishacollins @jarpad I think we can still get some candy if we hurry-everybody good to go? #Halloween #SupernaturaI

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Roleplay Tag Game ; tagged by  damagedand-delusional + replacementforhisskull

Name of your muse. Irene Adler

One picture you like best of your muse’s fc. 

Two headcanons you have for your muse that you never told anyone.  i. Although a dominatrix, Irene sometimes likes to be dominated. ii. Irene had a happy childhood, her mother was a lot like her. It has always given Irene hope that she could have a family one day.

Three things that your muse loves doing in their free time.  Having dinner, misbehaving, having dinner

Four people that your muse loves. Sherlock Holmes, Khan, Herself...

Three fond childhood memories.   Her first pair of stilettos, practising make-up with her mother and listening to her dad tell her stories.

Two things your muse regrets.   Letting her heart rule her head (which almost had her beheaded, 

One thing they’d go through heaven or hell to save/change.   Her camera phone.

Tag ten people to do the same thing. theaugment, thedominatrix, johnhamishadlerholmes, hannah-violet-watsonholmes, (and anyone else. I suck at thinking of URLs from the top of my head)

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Power Play || Irene + Sherlock

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In a way, she was right. Less photographs of him in various states of undress - and who knew how many photos she’d taken of him since she’d decided that 221B was ‘home’ - was better. While he doubted the CIA would pay for photographs of him, the tabloids certainly would. They’d given Janine more than enough to buy her a cozy cottage away from the city.

Unlike Magnussen’s personal assistant, however, he knew that Irene wouldn’t stoop that low.

Sherlock shook his head, reassuring his landlady that he and Irene weren’t - hadn’t been - doing anything. The dominatrix’s fingers were soft against his skin, and he narrowed his eyes at her as she made her way back to the bedroom. 

"Client?" he asked Mrs. Hudson, as if nothing had happened. 

Mycroft’s footsteps thumped on the stairs and Sherlock groaned loudly, glad that Irene was at least out of the way. 

           [For how long?] 

The temptation to stick a chair under the doorknob of the bedroom was strong, but even his brother would know something was up if he did that. Just as the government official stepped inside, thanking Mrs. Hudson, he crossed his arms and raised his eyebrows slowly.

"What is it this time, Mycroft? Another runaway delegate? A missing socialite?"

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She left the living room with a strong smile on her face, she always jumped at the chance to leave Sherlock Holmes in some kind of compromising position, although she did find it hard, he was the one who went to Buckingham Palace in nothing but a bed sheet.

...but Mycroft...

She knew, perhaps more than anyone that the Detective despised having to explain himself to his older brother.

                         - {all part of the fun}  

As clear as days she heard the distinct voice of Mycroft Holmes, she pulled out her phone, 

[text] It's boring in here, lets have dinner. - IA

Upon hitting send, Irene slipped out of the shirt and into one of her dresses. It was then that she took one of her usual routes out, through the window. She left the shirt sitting on the bed, smelling of nothing but her own perfume. 

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Deductions + Seduction || Adlock

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{ ℋ } ;; ——-

                    ░░ ▀▀ ░░ Sentiment. What sentiment?                                    Pulse racing…no, no, that’s telling.                                    Remove both sources and all she has is speculation. Sherlock slipped his hand from hers and stood, clasping both hands behind his back. “Yes, continue to feel for that racing pulse, Miss Adler. I can tell you’ve formed a strange ᴀғғɪɴɪᴛʏ for it.”

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When he stood a wave of accomplishment washed over. Sherlock Holmes never back down from anything, but on the extremely rare occasion that he did, she took enormous pleasure from it. "it's not that Mr Holmes, I just like proving you wrong."

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Behind Closed Doors | Asylum AU [Irene + Khan]

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The expression on his face could only be considered as disgust. He knew John had several female friends, but on the whole had remained fiercely loyal to Irene. It was one feature of the man that he liked, and was probably one of the few saving graces that he had in the first place. 

"No it wouldn’t. I suspect that her idea of ‘coming over’ involves something more…physical." He disliked the idea of any woman touching him besides The Woman. Her name alone spoke volumes. She wasn’t ‘a woman’ or ‘the woman’; she was the woman. The sensation another female’s touch had on his skin was similar to ants crawling under his skin. Despicable and a pestilence. 

That was why he raised no objections when she kissed him lightly on the cheek, humming a soft ‘hm’ before discarding his jacket on the armchair close to the door. Katherine’s text arrived shortly after, where she said that she was only a few minutes away. He smiled, answering the door within seconds of the first ring of the bell.

While The Woman was nowhere to be found, he knew that whatever she was planning was going to be…artistically brutal. 

"Katherine. How nice of you to drop by."

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She couldn't help but let the smile spread over her face, the night was about to get very interesting. But for now it was time to get ready... into battle. 

The Dominatrix walked the length of her closet and she approached a second set of doors, doors that no one but her and Khan knew about. She'd worked hard to make sure Irene and John were never exposed to what she kept hidden beyond. Irene, she knew, would throw an attempt to destroy everything. Her idea of a normal life.  "But where is the fun in that?"

The lights flickered on, and The Woman's lips pursed as she stepping inside. There were multiple monitors displaying the many hidden CCTV cameras around the house, there were brackets precisely mounted along two of the four walls, displaying many different tools, from riding crops to the sharpest of blades to pierce the skin in every which way. Then, there was her pride and joy stretched across the entirety of the back wall. A glass cabinet. 

She walked towards it, her heels clicking on the tiled floor. It was a trophy cabinet... her version of one. Filled with every single souvenir she and Khan had collected.

Just as she was about to add their latest she heard Khan speak... Moving over to the camera she was now fully aware of who had just shown up at the front door. 

"It's time." 

                     {"Please don't do this..."}

"Be quiet sweet girl, there's nothing you can do now."

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250+ (100x100 static) rp icons of Lara Pulver in her roles as Erin Watts from Spooks.  I got Photoshop happy and Erin obsessed, so I felt I should share.  Specifically made with myself, xwhiphand, misireneadler, goonimpressagirl, and scandalous-irene in mind.  But anyone may use. Like or reblog if you do use.

Notes:  The numbering of the icons mixed up during editing, so the icons are numbered but scrambled.  I apologize for the chaos.  I made these in a domestic mindset, since my AU Irene falls into that category of roleplay.  If any of you that I tagged have absolutely no use for these, I understand, and I will be glad to make you icons from another source.  Just ask!  Hope you enjoy! <3

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