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"Wow, I never thought you would want to have a baby. I thought it would disrupt your.. er.. business?" //confused molly ins confused. pregnant meme

My muse announces that they’re pregnant, how does yours react?

{I don’t blame the poor thing.}

"It would, if I wasn’t already retired from the business." Irene shrugged, keeping her hand on her belly. She had gotten away from that lifestyle long before this happened. "I haven’t really told my husband, yet."

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2. Read the little blurb on the back of your shampoo bottle. (DO IT OH MY GOD I WANT TO HEAR YOUR VOICE)

okay here goes.

http://vocaroo.com/i/s15xTL3X6hbD

click on the linkie to hear it

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[text] You worry me so much sometimes.

[text] And um, why is that?

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✜ what’s their posture like in a normal situation?

Loki stands tall, attempting to give off the illusion that he is proud and well when he’s around those he doesn’t know or those who are not Sherlock or Clint. Around Sherlock or Clint he’s usually more relaxed, able to let his guard down around them.

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No Riding Crop

I got these questions a while back for a mun/muse video I wanted to do, but the couple of times I tried to make it, it failed, and I just neglected to make the video. So, I'm just going to answer the questions now.

IC

1. Why did you get into the profession you're in?

"You mean being a librarian? Oh, I just love to read, especially my detective stories." (Irene, I don't think they mean that one.) "Wait, they're talking about...? Oh... *clears throat, feeling a little awkward* I'd rather not talk about it." ((The backstory on how she became a dominatrix completely varies. In this case, for her Adlerson!Verse, it was just something she experimented with her senior year of high school/her freshman year of college, and it just enjoyed it.))

2. How did you get the title "The Woman"?

"Part of it was from Jim, part of it was from personal preference, and a part of it was from my clients."

OOC

1. Why do you rp Irene?

It was just a random idea I had one day. I was watching several clips of Irene/Lara Pulver in action in the episode ASiB, and I wanted to give her a try. She's technically the second canon character I attempted to play. (The first one was God from TDC (The Devil's Carnival), and the third being Philip Anderson.) I even asked my friend Amy (finifugaleleven) if I should do it. She told me that if I wanted to do it, I should just go for it, and that she thought I could pull her off rather nicely. So, one URL and blog change later (since this use to be a blog for one of my OCs, Catherine Dalimar), here I am, playing as the infamous, now former, professional dominatrix.

2. If you spend a day with Irene, what would you do?

(*Smirks* "I know what I would do.") Irene, shut up. This is my question, and a good one at that. I honestly don't know. Maybe go sight seeing? I always wanted to see London.

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Where It All Started // Irene and Anderson

((For my dearest friend, Monique (theforensicscientist). But others can certainly enjoy it as well.))

It was the beginning of their high school career. She had yet to become the dominatrix who would bring a nation to its knees. He has yet to be the forensic scientist who worked in The Yard. As of this moment, they were just two teenagers trying to make it through life. 

Irene was raised by her father, Henry Adler, a rather well known lawyer in London, as her mother, a former American broadway star named Eve, was long dead and buried. She was his constant reminded of her, as the young Adler looked so much like her. She had her hair and eyes. Being their only child, Henry Adler vowed not to lose her as well.  Philip Anderson wasn't as fortunate as Irene. His parents were abusive and rarely, if at all, supported him. He had ran away from home on multiple occasions. Little did he realize that he would grow to enjoy the scolding, since that was all he knew.

Sitting on the school bus, being the only one on the seat, Anderson was hiding a bruise on his arm that he had gotten from his father that morning, wearing rather dirty hand-me-downs that he was able to get. No one on the bus paid him any mind. Why should they? They had their own silly lives to deal with. The bus made another stop and, along with the other kids at the stop, Irene stepped on the bus. She was dressed casually, but with a formal look to it. Her black skirt went to her knees, her white shirt had been recently ironed, and her wedges looked new. Her makeup was simple, consisting of just blue and grey eyeshadow and blood red lips. This look would later become a norm for her.

Walking down the aisle, she noticed the empty seat. She was surprised no one had taken it. But when she noticed the state of Anderson, she quickly figured out why. Who in their right mind would want to sit next to him? Inheriting her mother's more compassionate nature, she took it upon herself to be the one to do so. "E.. excuse me." She spoke up in a rather timid voice. "May I sit here?" Anderson looked up at the other. She had to have been the prettiest girl he ever saw. Not too mention, the cleanest and the most organized. Why would she ever want to sit next to a guy like him? But, he didn't want to be rude. He nodded without saying a word. She gave a soft smile, and gently sat down, putting her backpack on her lap.

Both of them were too nervous to say anything to the other. What could they say? Giving another glance over to him, Irene began to notice some more of the scars and bruises that he had. She couldn't help but to pity him, but she didn't want to say anything about it. He noticed her glancing over. "What?" Anderson couldn't help but to ask. "It's nothing." She lied, shaking her head as she looked away, putting her head down a minute bit in guilt. He sighed, figuring she had noticed his scars. Irene heard a sniffle coming from him. She quickly looked to see small tears welling up in his light eyes. She went through her purse, taking out a napkin, and offered it to him. "Thank you." He replied softly, taking the handkerchief and quickly dried his eyes. She offered a small smile. "What's your name?" She gently asked, hoping this wasn't a bad time. He gave another siffle. "Philip.. Philip Anderson." He replied. "Irene Adler." She introduced herself as well, continuing with her smile and resting her head on his shoulder. He was certainly more than surprised. He wasn't use to so much kindness coming from anyone.

Little did either one of them know or realize that this little meeting would spark a close friendship, which would then grow into marriage and then her having his future children.

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(I’m doing this one during her pregnancy with Iris and Robert)

Dear lord.. the cravings have been getting more and more stranger. I recently had peanut butter, tuna, and bananas. Also nearly became so moody, I nearly went to tear down half of the bookshelves we had in the flat. But, so far, staying true to his word, Philip is still here to help me get through this. Having twins is not going to be easy. I don’t even know what kind of twins they’re going to be. I genuinely pray they’re not Siamese twins. 

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Pastime.

Pastime: Three hobbies I have that I would be embarrassed to know someone discovered. 

1. Knitting: Irene picked it up when she was little. Her mother had taught her before she died. Whenever she didn’t have any clients, she would do the occasional kits. She even made a few hats for children, Iris and Robert.

2. Singing: The Woman is rather cautious about who knows about her singing voice. Sure, she sings to her daughter, Iris, when she brushes her hair at night before bed and whatnot, but it’s still a minor fear she has.

3. (formerly) Piano Playing: She was quite good at the piano when she was little. When her mother died, she grew terribly afraid of them. To the point that even hearing the name makes her panic a little. She genuinely hopes that, one day, she can be able to get over her fear and play again.