Dr. John Watson, at your service. Independent Rp Blog. May be NSFW at times. NSFW content will not…
Moving, I’ve made him a sideblog to my Sherly so if you would like continue to interact with my Watson please follow the link. :3
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Dr. John Watson, at your service. Independent Rp Blog. May be NSFW at times. NSFW content will not…
Moving, I’ve made him a sideblog to my Sherly so if you would like continue to interact with my Watson please follow the link. :3
Dr. John Watson, at your service. Independent Rp Blog. May be NSFW at times. NSFW content will not...
Moving, I've made him a sideblog to my Sherly so if you would like continue to interact with my Watson please follow the link. :3
"How to train your Sherlock Holmes" by Drs. Watson & Watson
Do not let Sherlocks make eye contact with each other.
Do not let your Sherlock climb all over you, be assertive.
(A must!) Be John Watson.
(Prints for AX, will be available online afterwards! I couldn’t resist the text, which version do you like better? EDIT//changed text ‘u’
[ vigorously typing ]
John approached the second landing, having been let in by the land lady below, and peered into the flat through the opened door. He heard the furious typing on a keyboard and entered cautiously, "Hello?"
If anyone would like to plot or something just hit me up.
I'm kind of just lurking right now cause I've not got the head to actually do threads, but if you wish to bombard the doctor with questions he'd love to answer any you have. :)
Holmes would wake Watson up flipped mattress or the sounds of a screeching violin. He would roll Watson off the bed or shake him gently -- it depends on the urgency of the situation.
[All but one of these would result in a very angry naked Watson chasing Holmes about the apartment, and maybe a broken bow.]
How would your muse wake my muse up?
//OH MY GOD THIS COULD BE EITHER REALLY CUTE OR REALLY FUNNY PLEASE
Old Friends
Apparently there was no peace to be had, even in a book shop of the corner of no-one ever goes there. Unfortunate, but Eriq supposed he was living in a world with an ever increasing population of human beings and, as much as they frightened him, he’d have to clench his jaw and brave it.
Unfortunately, braving something was never his forte. He was the kind to retreat before the going even began to get tough.
So when someone collided into him, his instinctual reaction was just walk away and leave it at that. Then conversation could be avoided or worse, him having to apologise. Which he would have done anyway, it was habit.
Then that voice.
John.
"—S-Strange s-seeing y-you here, o-old friend."
John broke out into a smile, his whole face lighting up with it. It had been a long time since he had thought about his friend from France. The last he'd heard from him he'd received a letter saying that he was getting married, and not long after that he'd been deployed and correspondence between them ceased.
He knew Eriq wasn't really one for being touched, so he resisted throwing his arms around the man as he normally might have found himself doing with other friends, but he took Eriq's hand for a shake at least and patted him on the arm, "It's good to see you, it's been too long."
"So, what brings you back to London?"
What's your OTP with my muse?
There are no ways in which you aren’t mine Watson.
John blushes and looks down, his heart beats fast in his chest, something that happens whenever he happens to be around Sebastian, he moves closer to Sebastian, placing a hand on his hip and the other around his neck as he pulls him close to give him a sweet kiss on the lips.
Yes.
Why don't you tell me in all the ways which I am yours?
Mine.
Am I now?