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Thank you for the follow! (@huntingfoxtrot)

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//This is the main for deduction-of-science the blog I moved from real-scienceofdeduction 

@huntingfoxtrot

[huntingfoxtrot]

Ah! I see! 😊

[cariicature-of-intimacy]

Starter for @huntingfoxtrot

Karl Frost was left strapped to a chair in the middle of an abandoned warehouse that sat almost in the centre of London late at night. In lieu of recent evidence, Jackson had come to the conclusion that Karl was planning on betraying him and his operation, not a very smart move as Jackson’s employees could tell you. His throat was cut all the way open, the head hanging on by the back skin of his throat, a method of killing in which the sadist has relished in when watching him attempt to gasp and scream despite no way for air to actually enter his body.

The brutal cause of death wasn’t the only injury about him either, there also happened to be a number of incisions over his body in what seemed to be strategic points made by a scalpel. Jackson had tortured this man both physically and psychologically before leaving him to be found - he would be the fifth of his kind in the past month, well, the fifth that had been left. The rest had been cleared up by his people and dumped in places they would never be found.

[cariicature-of-intimacy]

“Great.” Jackson nodded, pushing up off the counter to head through to his office where he would likely spend most of the night working only to hear Scarlett continuing to talk. “Is that so? And here I thought you absolutely abhorred any sort of action that wasn’t morally based.” He flashed her a grin, enjoying teasing her.

Raising an eyebrow as he watched her leave, he then grabbed a bottle of whiskey from the drinks cabinet and made his way through to the office where he spent most of the night, only sleeping for two torturous hours. By the time Scarlett awoke, the entire penthouse had been scrubbed clean and Jackson was up making breakfast, the smell of freshly cooked eggs wafting through the halls. 

[huntingfoxtrot]

She steps out with a soft yawn, dressed in the attire he had left in the drawers for her and ready for the first day of training. It still was unusual, to be feeding into this side of her mind. The side that begged for attention, that begged for the paniced breaths and hammering hearts of those beneath her gaze. The side tht wanted blood, that wanted to feed that curiousity about 'what will happen when I do this'?

She stops when she smells the food, recalling a time when the Barracks had a home cooked meal of eggs and bacon. It was odd, feeling almost at home with it, but it snapoed her out seeing him. He wasn't part of that past. "Smells good." She comments briefly.

[huntingfoxtrot]

hospital :   my  muse  awakens  in  a  hospital,  finding  your  muse  by  their  side,  asking  what  happened.

It had been days since the shooting on Bevis Street, most of The Yard having been in transit near the area when it began. It seemed Ms. Vincent had been the closest since she was the first to responded, and when Sherlocks best mate being unable to make it to the hospital due to a trip, she was stuck with the chap.

“Someone’s finally alive.” She mumbled from behind her book, slowly lowering it to meet the consulting detectives gaze, her own that of a somewhat softness. “Mr. Watson will be here in a couple of hours, but until then I’m staying with you. You had been shot by the man you were chasing after. I’m assuming your suspect. Now you need to rest, my men have already apprehended your suspect so there is little to worry about.”

[deduction-of-science]

“Interesting you think I can’t still find a way out, a doctor or an officer haven’t been able to stop be before, nor has the British government been able to. So tell me, who is my assigned doctor?” He asks, already wondering how to convince them to let him out before they are prepared to or how to make his escape if needed. 

“Perhaps you are correct but I think there is something you are missing. People are safe because of those wounds, there are times when it is necessary to be injured to prove I’m right, and times when it’s necessary to save lives. I don’t mind it.” He informs her, “I know they won’t be, I haven’t had issue before meeting John. I have other ways of protecting myself, many of them. Though I am curious to what you are suggesting.” 

[huntingfoxtrot]

She sighed at his words, knowing he had a justification for the injuries he's gathered over his life. It reminded her of her own sacrifices she's made, the scars that have gathered. She could let that be a valid reason to leave, most would, and most would let the man go after ten minutes of talking with him, but she wasn't most.

"Your a man who most likely owns a gun, who most likely has a sense for self defence but are you a man who is simply a civilian defending himself?" She paused. "Have you ever had official training? I know your brother, and has he ever offered? Even your Doctor?"

[cariicature-of-intimacy]

“Chocolate brownie, less sweet, more rich and dense in its chocolate flavour but if you really don’t want to.” He shrugged lightly, taking a few more bites of his chicken and rice before pushing it to the side, finished with it even though he had only eaten half of the small portion. At that he grinned, as though he was recalling a fond memory, nodding. “My sister was in the military. Five years, she rather enjoyed it but eventually, they asked her to do something she found far too sickening and left.” he picked up a dessert fork, taking a small piece of the brownie. “She’s now one of the lead homicide detectives at New Scotland Yard. You might have run into her.” He smirked almost knowingly.

“I don’t even have myself dear, with all those nasty little thoughts running amok in my head, I never have a moment to myself. And I truly can’t rely on myself. I could break at any time. Who knows, by this time tomorrow, I could have killed you and be living in Paris for a change of scenery.” He shrugged lightly, still grinning though it was less for a reason now, more as though it was a permanent part of his expression.

[cariicature-of-intimacy]

“That I enjoyed making” he reminded, putting the last of the dishes away before using the towel to dry his hands, turning back to Scarlett. “No, I don’t let people make meals for me. I can’t trust them” he explained as he hung up the towel, his hands then slipping into his pockets.

Seeing the blush, he grinned, making a note to message his sister later on. “You can have tonight to acclimatise to the situation, tomorrow we will go to the compound and you can meet Isaac and we’ll see how you are in combat and with your preferred weapon. Sound good?”

[huntingfoxtrot]

"That sounds rather great, actually." She gives a nod to him, leaning back against the counter with a pause. "I know this may mean nothing to you... But thank you for everything you're doin'. I...I can't believe I'm finally seeing this side go through." She shakes her head, walking past him.

"You may be a crazy, homicidal bloke, but you're an interestin' one too." With that note, she leaves, making her way into the room he had designated for her, unable to sleep right away. It actually takes a couple of hours before she's out, but by morning she's at the ready to meet up with Issac.

[huntingfoxtrot]

//Message from the telecom. OOC~//

Hello everyone. My my, how it has been a while! I apologize for the (VERY) extended leave. Many things have come up over time, but now with a slack in such things, I have finally returned to reply and collaborate with you lovely darlings! ❤ So, who's ready to get back into it?

With love, - Belle

[huntingfoxtrot]

hospital :   my  muse  awakens  in  a  hospital,  finding  your  muse  by  their  side,  asking  what  happened.

It had been days since the shooting on Bevis Street, most of The Yard having been in transit near the area when it began. It seemed Ms. Vincent had been the closest since she was the first to responded, and when Sherlocks best mate being unable to make it to the hospital due to a trip, she was stuck with the chap.

“Someone’s finally alive.” She mumbled from behind her book, slowly lowering it to meet the consulting detectives gaze, her own that of a somewhat softness. “Mr. Watson will be here in a couple of hours, but until then I’m staying with you. You had been shot by the man you were chasing after. I’m assuming your suspect. Now you need to rest, my men have already apprehended your suspect so there is little to worry about.”

[real-scienceofdeduction]

“It’s alright. Habit.” Sherlock responds, a small smirk forming as she rolls her eyes. “Ahh, so it was Graham.” He says, understanding that. “It’s a little surprising that he would do such a thing, then again he doesn’t trust me to follow what other doctors tell me, maybe trying to spare his time later by having you here now. 

“Metaphors, an interesting one.” He says, nodding a little, not understanding it but guessing with the context of what she was talking about. “There’s a lot of people out there who want to shoot me it would see. This isn’t the first time.” He informs her. “It’s fine, I don’t understand social rules, I’m not going to call you rude for that.” He assures her. “I haven’t heard of you unless I work closely with people I don’t know their names. I know Lestrade, Anderson, and Donovan. Oh and…Dimmock is it?” He asks, that one doesn’t come up often so he wasn’t too set on remembering it. “Easy, Lestrade is the easiest.” He says with a shrug, already knowing that “Just know who he’s sleeping with and who his partner is sleeping with.” He smirks, “Oh, everything you’ve heard most likely is correct, I’m a high functioning sociopath. They’re not wrong.” he smirks, “The last time I was shot I was out in a day and the bullet barely missed my heart. I don’t exactly follow orders.

[huntingfoxtrot]

"Well Mr. Holmes, I am instructed to keep a careful eye on you during your recovery, or simply put into lamens terms, you won't be moving from that bed until your assigned doctor tells you that you can leave and I am told to make sure of such." She sends him a almost stern gaze, leaning back in her chair with a leg crossed over the other and arms resting across her chest.

"You're a man of high intelligence who just so happens to be a high functioning sociopath. But for an intelligent man, you have many enemies and wounds that could have been avoided with further precautions. Your doctor won't always have a gun to save you, nor will The Yard. I believe, Mr. Holmes, it's time to start finding a way to protect yourself besides your mind being your 'greatest weapon'."

[huntingfoxtrot]

//Message from the telecom. OOC~//

Hello everyone! To those of you that I have owed a reply to, I am terribly sorry for the latw replies. I've taken a break from Tumblr here and there due to some need for calm moments. University before Covid-19 and after has been hell, and the work is only getting a bit more dense. I promise you all that soon, once I get used to the online courses and workload again, I should be able to reply. Thank you to those who have checked up on me and to those who understand my situation.

With love, - Belle

[huntingfoxtrot]

hospital :   my  muse  awakens  in  a  hospital,  finding  your  muse  by  their  side,  asking  what  happened.

It had been days since the shooting on Bevis Street, most of The Yard having been in transit near the area when it began. It seemed Ms. Vincent had been the closest since she was the first to responded, and when Sherlocks best mate being unable to make it to the hospital due to a trip, she was stuck with the chap.

“Someone’s finally alive.” She mumbled from behind her book, slowly lowering it to meet the consulting detectives gaze, her own that of a somewhat softness. “Mr. Watson will be here in a couple of hours, but until then I’m staying with you. You had been shot by the man you were chasing after. I’m assuming your suspect. Now you need to rest, my men have already apprehended your suspect so there is little to worry about.”

[real-scienceofdeduction]

Sherlock looks to her, shocked, she wasn’t anyone that was normally there when he wakes up. Then again, she couldn’t be worse than his brother, so he would take this without too much complaint. 

“Doctor.” He mumbles, on instinct. “Who are you anyway?” He asks, “And your people got them? That would mean police then, correct? But then you don’t know if he was the suspect, you’re assuming.” He was a little slow, thanks to just waking up but he was getting there as quickly as he could, though still a little confused about the situation. “I guess you were the one stuck with me then. Did you lose the bet or something? Or is this initiation?” 

[huntingfoxtrot]

"Ah, yes, Doctor Watson. Pardon my mistake of his title." Her voice kept mumbled, eyes rolling faintly at his words before refocusing back on the man laying before her. "More like I was the closest responding officer, and your good friend D.I. Lestrade called in a favor." The book was set aside, leaning forward on the bed edge with elbows resting and head joining on the palm of her hand.

"Now there's the clever music box man stiring back to life, notes slow but with a bit of oil getting back into the actual tune...Yes we assumed this was our chap. After all, he did shoot you, Mr. Holmes." She paused, shaking her head. "Rude of me to not have stated just who I am... I'm Detective Scarlett Vincent. I joined a number of months ago, and I would have assumed by now you'd know every name of ever person within the Yard just so you can figure out who is the easiest to wrap around your little finger to solve your cases." Scarlett leaned back, easing against the back of the plastic hospital chair. "I've heard a lot about you, and not nearly the best things... But I suppose coming from the man himself may change that viewpoint if he is so interested. After all, you are confined to this bed for God only knows how long."

[sphinxmemesmusings]

Send “Wear this!” and an outfit and my muse will have to wear that outfit for yours!

[huntingfoxtrot]

hospital :   my  muse  awakens  in  a  hospital,  finding  your  muse  by  their  side,  asking  what  happened.

It had been days since the shooting on Bevis Street, most of The Yard having been in transit near the area when it began. It seemed Ms. Vincent had been the closest since she was the first to responded, and when Sherlocks best mate being unable to make it to the hospital due to a trip, she was stuck with the chap.

"Someone's finally alive." She mumbled from behind her book, slowly lowering it to meet the consulting detectives gaze, her own that of a somewhat softness. "Mr. Watson will be here in a couple of hours, but until then I'm staying with you. You had been shot by the man you were chasing after. I'm assuming your suspect. Now you need to rest, my men have already apprehended your suspect so there is little to worry about."

[vaememes]

  some  one  word  prompts .    (    send   one   of   the   words   for   our   muses   to   interact   based   off   that   word   )

goodbye :  my  muse  kissing  and/or  hugging  your  muse  goodbye.

secrets :   my  muse  sharing/confiding  their  deepest,  darkest  secret  with  your  muse.

nightmare :   my  muse  coming  to  your  muses  aid  when  they  awake  from  a  nightmare.

push :   my  muse  pushing  your  muse  out  of  the  way  of  danger.

embrace :   my  muse  abruptly  throwing  their  arms  around  your  muse,  hugging  them  tightly.

bloody :   my  muse  coming  to  your  muse  with  blood  stains  on  their  clothes  and  hands,  shaking.

drunk :   my  muse  takes  care  of  your  muse  while  they  are  in  a  drunken  state.

bed :   my  muse  wakes  up  in  the  same  bed  as  your  muse  with  little  recollection  of  the  night  before.

slap :   my  muse  slaps  your  muse  across  the  face  out  of  anger.

gone :   my  muse  stays  by  your  muses  side  while  they  take  their  last  breath.

scream :   my  muse  hears  your  muse  scream  and  quickly  runs  to  their  side.

sleep :   my  muse  falls  asleep  on  your  muse,  making  it  hard  for  my  muse  to  leave.

stalk :   my  muse  gets  caught  by  your  muse  trailing  behind  them,  watching  them.

sacrifice :   my  muse  jumps  in  front  of  your  muse,  sacrificing  their  life  for  your  muses  life.

trail :   my  muse  watches  as  your  muse  traces  one  of  my  muses  scares,  asking  them  about  it.

love :   my  muse  confronts  your  muse  about  why  they  never  say  ’ i  love  you ’  back.

piggyback :   my  muse  jumps  on  your  muses  back,  my  muse  gives  yours  a  piggyback  ride.

jump :   my  muse  runs  to  your  muse  and  jumps  up,  my  muse  holding  yours  up  by  their  thighs.

dance :   my  muse  holds  their  hand  out,  waiting  for  your  muse  to  come  out  and  slow  dance  with  them.

carry :   my  muse  carries  your  muse  to  their  house,  either  drunk,  or  a  weakened  state,  can  specify. 

lighter :   my  muse  pulls  out  a  lighter  and  lights  it  for  your  muse  to  use  to  light  their  cigarette.

shot :   my  muse  gets  shot  and  struggles  to  your  muses  house  for  aid.

wound :   my  muse  patches  and  bandages  a  wound  your  muse  has  gotten.

fight :   my  muse  stops  your  muse  from  getting  into  a  physical  fight  with  someone  else.

arrest :   your  muse  finds  my  muse  arrested  in  cuffs  with  swarming  police  everywhere.

hospital :   my  muse  awakens  in  a  hospital,  finding  your  muse  by  their  side,  asking  what  happened.

gun :  my  muse  pulls  out  a  gun  on  your  muse,  your  muse  tries  to  talk  them  into  putting  the  gun  down. 

betrayal :  my  muse  finds  out  that  your  muse  has  betrayed  them  in  same  way  and  confronts  them  about  it.

nude :  my  muse  walks  in  on  your  muse  accidentally  seeing  them  naked.

karaoke :  my  muse  pulls  your  muse  up  on  stage  with  them  to  sing  some  karaoke  songs. 

laughter :   my  muse  hears  your  muse  laughing  uncontrollably  and  approaches  to  see  if  they  are  okay.

murder :   my  muse  walks  in  on  your  muse  committing  a  gruesome  murder.

wet :   my  muse  strips  down  to  their  under  garments  and  runs  into  the  water,  motioning  for  your  muse  to  join  them.

[memeasaurus-promptus]

Late Night Wanderings Sentence Starters

“What are you doing out this late?”

“This part of town isn’t a good place to be at this time of night.”

“Now what’s a pretty thing like you doing in a place like this?” 

“You do realize what time it is, right?” 

“Where are you going at this hour?” 

“The sun isn’t rising anytime soon, you know.” 

“Do you know where I am?” 

“The city looks different at night.” 

“This street is very dark…” 

“Why don’t you come stand in the light?” 

“Are you lost?” 

“I got turned around in the dark…” 

“This isn’t the time to go wandering around.”

“Only fools and trouble come out to these parts at this hour.” 

“Looking for trouble, are we?” 

“A little late to be shopping.” 

“Just coming back from the bar?” 

“Think any of the pubs are still going to be open?” 

“Trouble lurks around every shadowed corner.” 

“Woah! I didn’t see you there!”

“Where did you come from?” 

“What are you doing here?” 

“A bold move to show your face here in the shadows of night.” 

“Go home.” 

“It isn’t safe here at this time of night.” 

“You’re being watched.” 

“What are you doing still up?” 

“Looking for something?” 

“I like walking when the streets are empty.”

“It’s dangerous to walk at night alone.” 

“I know where I’m going.” 

“The trees are kind of spooky…”

“Did you hear that howl?” 

“Was…was that an owl…?” 

“This path is scary at night…” 

“The woods is no place a __ after dusk.” 

“Oh you poor soul, wandering lost in the forest under the new moon…” 

“You can’t see the stars from here…” 

“This is the witching hour.” 

“Dark beasts lurk here. Be cautious.” 

“Stay on the road!” 

“Talking a midnight stroll along the beach?” 

“The ocean is so mysterious at night…” 

“What brings you to the pier at this hour?” 

“What dangers lurk in these dark waters, I wonder.” 

“You’re going to get yourself lost one of these days.” 

🌙+ your own

[villainsmemes-deactivated202503]

GENERAL

“Can you walk?”

“How did this happen?”

“What the hell happened?”

“I hit my head.”

“Did you hit your head?”

“Can you hear me?”

“Don’t close your eyes, stay awake!”

“Come on, stay with me!”

“No no no no no!”

“You shot me!”

“I didn’t mean to shoot you!”

“You stabbed me!”

“I didn’t mean to stab you!”

“Take the knife out!”

“Don’t take the knife out!”

“It was an accident!”

“That/this wasn’t an accident!”

“That looks broken.”

“I think my leg/arm is broken.”

“That doesn’t look good.”

“Am I going to die?”

“You’re not going to die!”

“Calm down!”

“Don’t panic!”

“I can’t help you if you don’t let me!”

BLOOD

“Are you bleeding?”

“Don’t move, you’re bleeding.”

“Is that blood?”

“Whose blood is that?”

“That’s a lot of blood.”

“Do you know how to get bloodstains out?”

“Why do you know how to get bloodstains out?”

“Damn, I got blood on my shirt.”

“Don’t move, you’re losing blood!”

“I won’t let you bleed out!”

“You have blood on your face.”

“I swear to god, if you get blood on me…”

“What’s your blood type?”

“Why in the hell would you need to know my blood type?”

WOUNDS

“That cut is nasty.”

“You have a massive gash in your arm/leg!’

“Don’t touch it!”

“Don’t move, you’ll only make it worse!”

“I’ll get some bandages.”

“You’re going to need stitches.”

“That looks infected…”

“Did you get bit by something?”

“There’s no exit wound, the bullet is still in you.”

“There’s an exit wound, the bullet went through you.”

AFTERCARE

“How are you feeling?”

“How does it feel?”

“It’s still not healed, but it’s getting there.”

“Let’s go home.”

“I just want to go home.”

“Let’s get you into the bathtub.”

“We need to change your bandages soon.”

“Get some sleep, okay?”

“You need to eat something, you’ve been through a lot today.”

“I’ll check up on you in a bit.”

“You’re going to be fine. I promise.”

[bewitchingmemes]

touch-starved starters!!

❝ no one’s ever done that to me before. ❞

❝ could you play with my hair? ❞

❝ i can’t remember the last time i did this with someone. ❞ 

❝ that feels nice. ❞

❝ i haven’t been hugged in years. ❞

❝ i never want to let go. ❞

❝ let’s just cuddle forever. ❞ 

❝ you put your arm around me and i literally felt my knees buckle, this is so pathetic. ❞

❝ i just want to be held for a little while. ❞

❝ you’re legally obligated to keep holding me. ❞

❝ i think i forgot what human contact felt like. ❞

❝ i need to remember what hugs feel like. ❞

❝ do you mind if we stay like this for a little longer? ❞

❝ my family was never the touchy-feely type. ❞

❝ i’ve never been in a relationship before, so i don’t really know how to do the whole…kissing thing. ❞

❝ you were my first kiss. ❞

❝ could we cuddle, like, platonically? ❞

❝ i’m in desperate need of a hug. ❞

❝ i didn’t even know i was ticklish there! ❞

[rpgarden]

Send me "Contact List" to see what my muse would set as your muse's contact name!

[sphinxmemesmusings]

Send me a Character and I'll tell you if my Muse would sleep with them

Not Enough Alcohol in the World || No || Maybe if I were wasted || Maybe || Eh…Sure || Yes || TAKE YOUR CLOTHES OFF NOW!

[fabledresources]

Sentence Starters: Oldies Edition!

Note: Some lyrics may have already been altered slightly, but feel free to tweak them however you like!

Puppy Love - Paul Anka

"They called it puppy love."

"I guess they'll never know how a young heart really feels."

"Tell them all!"

"Tell them it isn't fair to take away my only dream."

"I cry each night."

"My tears are all in vain."

"I hope and I pray that maybe someday you'll be back in my arms again."

"Someone, help me!"

"Help me, please..."

"Is the answer up above?"

"How can I tell them this is not a puppy love."

Billie Holiday - Easy Living

"Living for you is easy living."

"It's easy to live when you're in love."

"I'm so in love..."

"There's nothing in life but you."

"I'll never regret the years I'm giving."

"I'm happy to do whatever I do for you."

"Maybe I'm a fool."

"People say you rule me with one wave of your hand."

"[Name], it's grand."

"They just don't understand."

The End Of The World - Skeeter Davis

"Why does the sun go on shining?"

"Why does the sea rush to shore?"

"Don't they know it's the end of the world?"

"Why do the birds go on singing?"

"Why do the stars glow above?"

"I wake up in the morning and I wonder why everything's the same as it was..."

"I can't understand how life goes on the way it does."

"Why does my heart go on beating?"

"Why do these eyes of mine cry?"

"It all ended when you said goodbye."

Fly Me To The Moon - Frank Sinatra

"Let me play among the stars."

"Let me see what spring is like on Jupiter and Mars."

"In other words, hold my hand."

"In other words, kiss me."

"Fill my life with song and let me sing forevermore."

"You are all I long for, all I worship, and all I adore."

"In other words, please be true."

"I love you."

Sh-Boom - The Chords

"Oh, life could be a dream if I could take you up in paradise up above!"

"Live could be a dream, sweetheart."

"Now every time I look at you, something is on my mind."

"If you do what I want you to, we'd be so fine."

Anything Goes - Cole Porter

"Times have changed and we've often rewound the clock."

"In olden days, a glimpse of stockings was looked on as something shocking."

"Now, Heaven knows anything goes."

"Good authors who once knew better words now only use four-letter words."

"The world has gone mad today."

"Good's bad today, black's white today, and day's night today."

I Don't Want To Set The World On Fire - The Ink Spots

"I don't want to set the world on fire."

"I just want to start a flame in your heart."

"In my heart, I have but one desire."

"No other will do."

"I've lost all ambition for worldly acclaim."

"I just want to be the one you love."

A Teenager In Love - Dion & The Belmonts

"Each time we have a quarrel, it almost breaks my heart."

"I'm so afraid that we will have to part."

"One day I feel so happy, the next day I feel so sad."

"I guess I'll learn to take the good with the bad."

"If you want to make me cry, that won't be so hard to do."

"Even if you said goodbye, I'd still go on loving you."

The Wanderer - Dion

"I'm the type of person who will never settle down."

"Where pretty girls are, you know that I'm around."

"I kiss 'em and I love 'em because to me they're all the same."

"They don't even know my name."

"They call me the Wanderer."

"I go through life without a care and I'm as happy as a clown."

"I'm never in one place."

"I roam from town to town."

"When I find myself fallin' for some girl, I hop right into that car of mine and I drive around the world."