#elementary roleplay

[deductry]

IND. selective Sherlock Holmes (Elementary canon-divergent) & multimuse roleplay | 18+ | rules | muses

                                                       moved from @criminalescapism

[violaceaeholm-blog]

“People only die when we forget them.”

                       My mother explained shortly before she left me.

“If you can remember me, I will be with you always.”

[irregularis-blog]

“It is the unofficial force — the Baker Street irregulars.”

[eclipsesandpredominates-blog]

*stares at elementary roleplayers* I have cookies, kittens and a plot idea, please let me love you.

[eclipsesandpredominates-blog]

*makes grabby hands at elementary roleplayers*

I have kittens and bake, let me love you!

[hismascot-blog]

aiming to be hella more active, after speaking with triggerbond the other night on kik. going to bed now, but i have plenty muse for just about all my blogs, so if any mutuals want one, like this, or send a message.

hiatus is officially over.

[nomonopolyonmurder]

How Freedom Tastes || Open

Jamie Moriarty was a free woman. All charges against her had been dropped after evidence was found either inadmissible, destroyed, or non-existent. Her empire had taken a few hits, though it was nothing it wouldn't recover from in a few months time.

She was flaunting her freedom, striding through the streets of New York as if she owned them. Which, to be fair to her, she almost did. 

She caught someone staring as she walked by, though she barely gave them a passing glance. 

"Like what you see?" she called, smirking all the while.

[takeabiteoutofyou]

recoveringheroinaddict

"We're closing now."

The stranger must be too into his texting to realize he came in just as she was ready to lock up her photo studio. After this, Izzie planned to camp out in a coffee shop or bar to pass the time. Though, it was more like she needed a place away from her apartment where Victor wasn't experimenting or needing skin grafts. He promised her the last one wouldn't hurt, but Izzie swore she felt the phantom pain on her hip. Eh, if whatever Victor concocted up was worth its weight in gold, Izzie could take off more skin for him. However, she wouldn't take up being too friendly to a man who came in at the last possible minute. 

"Excuse me, I said we're closing now. You have to come back and see the photos tomorrow. Could you look up while I am trying to speak to you?"