S. Holmes

Sherlock Holmes. London, England. Dick. [[Independent Semi-Elementary/sometimes BBC Sherlock Holmes RP account. Sometimes we use Basil of Baker Street icons for expression. It's a mish-mash; you can request a specific FC/version of him.]]

[predomiinates]

nolongeradruguser replied to your post:I’m bored. Take your clothes off.

Here’s an arched eyebrow. “Not been good enough lately?”

          ‘Good or unattentive.’

[nolongeradruguser]

"I beg your pardon? I've left you to your clients, certainly."

[fuckswemissed-deactivated201904]

Great minds fuck each other

Ab-soul (via fuckswemissed)

[justrpmemesandmusings]

Send "I'm bored. Take your clothes off" for my muse's reaction

Send “What did you just say?”, for mine saying it to yours 

[daintydormer-blog]

(X)

[fakedpersona]

[ This time she doesn’t make   any indication of moving away   from him. ]

                     ’That’s what you what?’

[nolongeradruguser]

[He makes contact, fingertips just barely touching her hips.]

                          '....'

[But can he do it?]

                          '.....                                   loved.'

[Love?]

[racoonish]

[racoonish]

[fakedpersona]

      ‘Not a complete one.’

[ A quick pause before she retreats   to the couch her cell was provided   with. ]

        ‘Her talents are mine, some of her          thoughts were the same as mine.          However, her belief in peoples’          goodness was solely her own.’

[nolongeradruguser]

[He approaches her again moving closer, reaching for her hip, one hand. ]

                       Her talents.                        Her art.                        Her eye for detail;                                 That's what I --

[Loved the most.]

[mekaraugustine-deactivated20160]

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Shiiit Bastille did it again with his voice and beat. So sexy

[fakedpersona]

          ‘I don’t think I’ve ever           accused you of being           one.'

[ How could she when he is   the one like her.]

            ‘But can you separate how              you felt for her from who I              am?’

[nolongeradruguser]

Never.

                 [He swallows.]

Irene wasn't just an act -- I'm sure.

[ There's an arched eyebrow. ]

                               Was she?

[cravemanga]

I want to sleep with you.

And, I don’t necessarily mean sex or making love.

I want to wrap my arms around you, hold you as close to me as possible, pull the blanket over us and fall asleep.

I want to wake up beside you. Kiss your head. Cook you breakfast. See you everyday. Kiss you good night. Damn, I just want you.

[fakedpersona]

[ Missed you.                 The words ring through the empty                 space. She doesn’t trust it. ]

‘Miss me? Are you sure you’re  not confusing it with Irene.’

[nolongeradruguser]

[He sighs, hard.]

                            I'm not an idiot.

[ Okay, that's not entirely true. ]

                                            I know you're not Irene.

[ Irene was brilliant; beautiful; not evil. and yet... perhaps that's what attracted him to M. ]

[the-write-ideas]

Send me a △ and ask a really invasive question aimed at my character

They’ll have to:

Rate on a scale of 1-10 how much they don’t want to answer that question.

Answer that question.

[alienaristocrat]

[worldwakercos]

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[nolongeradruguser]

The Morning After Sentence Starters

"Get out, get out, get out, get out!"

"Do you remember anything from last night?"

"Why are you in my bed?"

"I'd offer you breakfast, but I think I'm too sore to move."

"So.. Was it good?"

"Who topped?"

"I thought you'd be gone by the time I woke up..."

"I should go."

"This didn't mean anything."

"We shouldn't have done this..."

"Of course I'm freaking out! You're my friend!"

"I'm guessing this was a one time thing?"

"Yeah, yeah, I know how this goes. I'll grab my clothes and get out of here."

"Good morning, hope you don't mind me borrowing your shirt.."

"I made you coffee, did you want some Aspirin?"

"This stays between us."

"Congratulations. You actually convinced me to sleep with you."

"Are you sneaking out on me?"

"So, how much for last night?"

"Holy shit! she's on her way over here right now, she/he CANNOT see you!"

"Don't answer it!"

"Do you have any idea how wrong this was?"

"We're cheaters. We're horrible people. Oh god my mother would be so ashamed of me right now."

"..Do you wanna do this again sometime, maybe?"