「the woman.」

❛ In his eyes, she eclipses and predominates the whole of her sex. ❜ { irene adler rp blog est. february 2012. }

[thewxman]

THEWXMAN — selective indie RP account for irene adler from BBC's sherlock, est. 2012.

written by sophie (she/her, 25+)

16+ years RP experience.

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[thewxman]

i'm? lurking on the dash? blame @avengingplayboy i take no responsibility

this blog is 13 years old lmao what a ride

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dont ever talk to me or my 47 destructive tendencies again

[thewxman]

this is my annual PSA that @crimeblogger is here and today i made her listen to flowers in a box

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[text; IA] I mean, he says he's not looking but I can practically feel his eyes burning into my skull trying to get a glimpse. [text; IA] Don't say anything too provocative, you might give him heart failure. [text; IA] Fancy dress? How do you mean? Will I have to dress up? [text; IA] Do you actually need to come with me to get me in? Or are you just saying that as an excuse to come with me? [text; IA] This weekend? It's an urgent case.

[thewxman]

[text; SH] The temptation is quite frankly alarming, but I'll spare you your blogger. I know you're rather fond of him. [text; SH] Oh, you know. All a bit... Ann Summers. Amateur. It's the Magaluf of kink clubs. You'd get away with your usual attire, though. Your shirts are practically sprayed on as it is. [text; SH] I'll spare you the games, it's a bit of both. You could go alone with my invitation, but you'd undoubtedly turn heads as a new face. [text; SH] Especially as it's THAT face. [text; SH] People know to leave me be. If I'm there with you, they'll leave you alone. And I get to see you blushing at leather. It's a win-win, really. [text; SH] I'll make myself free.

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@thewxman . 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋

"What are you doing in the corridors after curfew?" asked Tom, appearing suddenly behind his classmate; as if he had just materialized into thin air. His voice was calm, almost curious. He stood there, head tilted as he examined her like a scientist about to dissect a frog.

His prefect badge was pinned on his cloak, of course. The reminder that he could, if he so desired, get Irene into trouble. But he didn't sound like he was about to punish her. "I hope you're not up to no good?"

[thewxman]

Irene nigh-on jumped out of her skin, almost knocking over her lantern as her hand flew to her chest at the sudden unexpected presence behind her. The initial shock quickly faded, however, as she realised just who it was that had caught her, thanking her lucky stars that it wasn't a Professor. Though, not all too far off.

"I'm always up to no good. That's fairly common knowledge at this point, Riddle."

[thewxman]

~ @thewxman || Liked for a texting starter ~ [text; IA] You always seem to text me at the most inopportune times and always when Watson's watching me. [text; IA] Anyway, I'm glad you contacted - I require your assistance. [text; IA] There is a club that I need an invitation to get into and I thought you might be able to pull some strings. It's a BDSM club that's located somewhere near St James's Park that's regularly frequented by politicians and the like. [text; IA] And before you say anything - It's for business, not pleasure. It relates to my latest case. However they're not letting me in without an invite.

[text; SH] Inopportune for you, maybe. Perfect timing for me. [text; SH] Can he see your phone, then? I ought to watch what I'm saying. [text; SH] ...or not. [text; SH] Yes, I know the place. Always was a little too fancy dress for my liking, but everyone has to start somewhere I suppose. [text; SH] I can get you in as my guest. I know the owner. Or rather... Well, you by now. [text; SH] When?

[thewxman]

// slowly but surely making a return to writing my darling irene after a small (read: almost four year) hiatus in which i had my beautiful son. it has been so lovely catching up with wonderful old friends on here and getting back into the swing of writing, both on here and on dis.cord. a huge thank you to my angel lottie ( @trickstercaptain ) for bringing irene out of retirement, and to my dear friend harry ( @governmentofficial ) for teaching me the ropes again— a lot has changed since i was last here! i can't quite wrap my head around the fact that this blog is eleven whole years old. i've been scrolling back through old threads and it's truly like a time capsule. so!! if you fancy plotting, or writing, or just a chat, please do drop me an IM!

[thewxman]

*whispers* moulin rouge AU

[thewxman]

closed starter // @trickstercaptain <3

"That's her there, by the furthest statue. Blonde hair, red coat. Doesn't seem to have anyone with her."

They sat frozen in the car, watching, waiting as their mark finally appeared. She was the last piece in a months-long puzzle, one that seemed so insignificant in it's beginnings, one that brought them together, one that spiralled. What began as a drunken game in a bar after their fateful meeting had descended into something far more sinister, though, better yet, far more rewarding. And now here they were, months of meticulous planning culminating in the pair being so close to their goal they could taste it.

Glancing back to Jack once more, Irene let out a breath she hadn't realised she was holding.

"Reckon you're ready, Sebastian?"

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@governmentofficial

"While I do agree, I would like to point out that if you are attempting to catch me with some kind of 'checkmate', you are not about to achieve the effect that you would hope to." If evil was human, then all evil acts were purposeful decisions, not predestined instincts that could not be avoided. Of course, the definition of evil was debatable, but Mycroft was well aware that the two of them had both done things that, in the eyes of some, could fall under that banner. Needless to say, he disagreed that anything he had done was actually evil - morally dubious, perhaps, but always a necessity. Irene Adler, on the other hand? He did not believe that she could say the same thing. Whatever the case, Mycroft found himself with very little desire to debate philosophy. This was especially relevant when it came to the woman before him. Oh yes, there were people with whom he would like to discuss such things with even less (Sherlock was a prime example of that), but why would he ever want to discuss the details of evil with an individual that had a history of nefarious deeds? "Is this an attempt to admit to something?" Mycroft instead asked. "I must remind you, I am not your therapist."

"Believe me Mr Holmes, I gave up attempting any form of game with you a long time ago."

To spare her sanity, mainly, but the less she dredged up of their past encounters the better. The story of how the pair came to meet was not one she was proud of, but one that lorded over her life without reminders nonetheless. A spectacular display of failure on her part, which brought with it it's own potent brand of shame.

"Less admitting, more... Acknowledging. I've been incredibly guilty of demonising my past mistakes, no matter the amends I've made. The sooner I realised that my past lapses in judgement were simply human error, rather than another entity entirely, the more at peace I felt with my present." True for the most part, at least.

"So, luckily for you, there's no therapy needed here today."

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With such a hell in your heart and your head, how can you live? How can you love?

Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov (via stay-close)

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[thewxman]

— In his eyes, she eclipses and predominates the whole of her sex.

Independent BBC canon Irene Adler  //  est. Feb 2012  //  written by Sophie  //  11+ years exp.

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Helen Oyeyemi, from “White Is for Witching”  

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