#unappreciatedwit

[martincrief-blog]

Hey! Which button do I push to download the episode?

where?

[captainjoanna-blog]

((MY MEET THE MUN VIDEO. COME LOOKIT.))

[thefreaksdaughter]

The secrecy of identity +unappreciatedwit

Everything had been going so smoothly with Amelia's life, she had her father's brains but she looked nothing like the great Sherlock Holmes. Amelia had long dark brunette curls, pale skin with just a flush of pink to her cheeks, and her eyes were a warm chocolate brown. She had been called various things over the years such as 'boffin' or the most famous 'the freaks daughter' Amelia tended to ignore them now, even though deep deep down they did hurt her.  She ran through the streets of London, the adrenaline rushing through her body, she turned various corners before kicking the door open and quickly locking 221b with her key. "What is going on?" Mrs Hudson called, clearly not amused by Amelia kicking open the door. "Is dad home?" She questioned completely ignoring the statement given to her. "Yes-" without a second thought Amelia rushed up toward the small flat, she opened the door closing it behind her, out of breath from the running. John seemed to be home too, he was reading a newspaper, seeming to be minding his own business. "You look dreadful." John commented. "Yes, great deduction thanks John." Amelia stated placing her keys down. John placed the newspaper down seeing that there was something wrong. "Amelia, what's wrong?" He asked, eyes towards his flatmate. "He's found me." John seemed confused, trying to calculate by who he means. "Who's-?"  "Moriarty. He knows who I am, and he knows directly that I am related to you." Amelia stated toward her father, chocolate brown eyes now set upon the detective's ice blue ones.

[brendan-block]

(I miss you! Did you ever get my letter from Cheri?

Yes I did (it’s saved in my askbox). Brendan’s still upset about that. :c

[extremesquirrel]

unappreciatedwit

'Victoria, look at me.' Joseph said, holding his wife's shoulders strongly. 'Look at me, baby. It's okay, I need you to calm down, please.'

Vick almost hit her husband's face, but he moved away. 'You can't tell me it's okay!' She yelled, tears streaming down her face. 'You can't!'

There was a box with tiny kittens outside the back door of the bakery, near the bins. How could a four year old girl resist such adorable thing? When she asked her mother if she could go and play with them, she said no. Vick loathed those furry creatures. But little Giselle went there anyway.

The kittens were still there, but Giselle had vanished. 

The first thing Joseph did was to break in the nest. But his daughter wasn't there and the bloodsuckers knew nothing about her disappearance. 

Joseph looked back at the tall man behind him, while he tried to comfort his wife. 'Mr Holmes.' He said. 'We need your help.'

[whitesnowmedicine-blog]

+ unappreciatedwit

"Oh, look who it is," Lucas sighed, knowing the detective's angular face like the back of his hand. "Sherrrrrlock Hooooolmes." Despite wild talk of Sherlock being quite bothersome to Lucas on a daily basis, he politely extended in hand. "Name's Lucas. I work next door to you flat."

[thestorytellerrichardbrook]

  unappreciatedwit is now following you.

"Y-you're Sherlock H-Holmes, a-aren't you? I-I thought you were supposed to be dead..."

[evanescent-wings-blog]

unappreciatedwit replied to your post: A woman? Hmm. Interesting.

“You can always observe. Or ask.”

Cora shrugged, tucking her bangs back.  "I'm not really the one-night stand girl.  I prefer to know people in advance, but I've had a few, awesome and unexpected nights."  She grinned, shoving her hands in her jacket pocket.  "It is what it is."