clueing for looks

the name is sherlock holmes. you would do well to remember it, as i'm certain you'll be needing me in the future. this is what i do: 1. i observe everything. 2. from what i observe, i deduce everything. 3. when i've eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, no matter how mad it might seem, must be the truth. ---------------- this is an indie RP account for an adolescent adaption of the character Sherlock Holmes of BBC's "Sherlock". muse and mun are 18+. this blog will be NSFW. trigger warnings and read mores where necessary. i track the tag; smackhousewaltz

[smackhousewaltz]

wouldbreakmyheart

"Oh, hello, brother mine~!        Always a right riot to see you.                           To what do I owe this pleasure?"

[smackhousewaltz]

He’s not exactly going anywhere specific— that’s the beauty of wandering the streets of London, spun out of your head. At first, he thought he was going to the University… but the more he wandered, the more he forgot about his destination, and the more he took in his surroundings as something akin to an adventure. Often like in his stories as a child, he recalled Mycroft sometimes telling him that pirates liked to explore as well— and that’s what Sherlock was today.

A pirate in search of his next great adventure— if only he weren’t cut short by bumping shoulders with a stranger.

“‘Scuse me.” he mumbled sarcastically, dark curls obscuring the view to his blood-shot eyes and fresh wounds. Ah, yes. That’s right. He had been wandering because he had at first been in search of the arsehole who jumped him. He didn’t even remember he had the cuts and scrapes on his face now.

[espelhodeflores]

[smackhousewaltz]

brand new teenage sherlock holmes roleplaying blog (sherlock bbc)

blog is NSFW (mentions of drug abuse/use and violence)

seeking plots and all around... well anything in general.

prone to para rp's though open to one liners, gif/icon chats, etc.

i currently don't have a lot of gifs of sherlock's teen fc, so gifs will be sparse.

multiverse, multifandom, multiship friendly!

sherlock/chemistry = ship otp 

rp wishlist tba:

mycroft/sherlock brotherly thread (angst)

more to come when thought of

[the-translator]

"Thank you! Looks like you’re capable of human emotion after all - or at least, something that passes for it.” Cecilia replied cheerfully as she sat down and took a juice pack out of her bag, content to sit in silence and observe before the man next to her spoke up again.

"Now how could you—" Cecilia started before looking at him, barely remembering where she had seen him before. "Ohhh… you’re him aren’t you? The one that all the teachers talk about… what was your name? Sherly? Sherly Holmie?” She asked, a distinct smugness in her tone. She knew very well what his name was - who didn’t?

[smackhousewaltz]

Sherlock merely grunted at her words, blues flicking to stare at her as she pulled out a juice box. A juice box? Honestly, were they in Kindergarten? He simply drew a drag of his cigarette, brows knitting under the dark curls that hung dully in his face.

The smug way she offered a nickname had Sherlock's eyes rolling dramatically, lips twitching into a tight-lipped frown as he glared at her from the corner of his eye. "Sherlock Holmes." he growled, flicking his ash to the side. "Cecilia, I understand you're one for social interaction, but I... myself... am not a people person. Not in the slightest. Don't expect much of a conversation from this."

[pressurepointking-archive]

"What makes you think I haven’t already obtained it? After all, no one ‘sniffs’ around for such a long time unless they have an ulterior motive. Your cigarette smoke brought me here and know that I have caught full smell of it, I would say it’s a temporary crutch for your more… recreational activities." 

[smackhousewaltz]

"Obviously you've something in mind, Charles. It's far too easy to read you." Sherlock snorts, flicking his attention elsewhere a moment and only turning back to the other boy at the mention of recreational activities. He set his jaw, ruffling his free hand through the curly dark locks obscuring his vision. "Is that what you've come for? I hardly expected you were the type."

[the-translator]

"Well holy crap aren’t you a piece of sunshine and rainbows! What died and crawled up your butt and made you king? It’s a free space you know - other people can use it too~ and right now I need to sit down. Hope that’s cool with you King Smokes-a-lot~”

[smackhousewaltz]

Sherlock rolls his eyes, growling under his breath but shifting to the side regardless. He didn't need to take up the whole bench, he supposed... but he wouldn't make it very comfortable for the girl. Who looked... awfully familiar. "Fine," he grit out, pulling a long drag from his cigarette before leaning back lazily on the bench. Ah, that's where she was from. "You were in my Languages class last semester. Cecilia Auburn, if I'm not mistaken." Sherlock continued to stare ahead, not glancing at her once.

[xvenatrix]

                              I am my own worst 

                                                  {enemy}

[bowtiesandskulls-deactivated201]

ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀ sʜᴇʀʟᴏᴄᴋ ʀᴘᴇʀ

You will be added to this list. OCs and AUs are allowed.

[hisbloggerx]

               ❝—-sorry, hello. i’m John. what did you say your name was?❞

                                 [ the smile on his face is only semi genuine.                                                  not even he’s sure if he cares. ]

[smackhousewaltz]

[ he takes one quick look-- just one second of eyes flicking along his figure and features... and he smirks sarcastically. ]

        "you'd do well to straighten your attitude-- i'm in no mindset to deal with douchebaggery today. your smile is as false as mine. angry? ... frustrated. frustrated with what, though... that's what i'm after."

[ he finally leans off the wall, crossing his arms tightly over his chest ]

        "sherlock holmes. i assure you, i'm not one for making friends."

[calligifphy]

[smackhousewaltz]

He's not exactly going anywhere specific-- that's the beauty of wandering the streets of London, spun out of your head. At first, he thought he was going to the University... but the more he wandered, the more he forgot about his destination, and the more he took in his surroundings as something akin to an adventure. Often like in his stories as a child, he recalled Mycroft sometimes telling him that pirates liked to explore as well-- and that's what Sherlock was today.

A pirate in search of his next great adventure-- if only he weren't cut short by bumping shoulders with a stranger.

"'Scuse me." he mumbled sarcastically, dark curls obscuring the view to his blood-shot eyes and fresh wounds. Ah, yes. That's right. He had been wandering because he had at first been in search of the arsehole who jumped him. He didn't even remember he had the cuts and scrapes on his face now.

[thegreatzebra]

[theironman]

Mycroft’s pressure point is his junkie detective brother, Sherlock.

[smackhousewaltz]

"You've caught me in a decent mood. Though this doesn't disguise the fact you've been sniffing around here the past half hour. I have no intention of moving from this spot, so what is it you need?"

[crownofstorms]

Tom Hughes by Tom Craig.