#amongdeadthings

[toldabetterstory-archived]

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✎: you miss me

Dear Molly,

Sentiment has never been a strong suit of mine, as you perfectly well know. When I began writing you these letters, I had framed it in my mind as a logical task. Attempted to separate the calculated move with the emotional response. In truth, this letter wasn’t part of the plan. I feared that if I allowed myself to think feel deeply at a time like this, that I would be vulnerable. Susceptible to failure due to a chemical defect known as love.

I do, Molly. I do love, even if it’s not in the romantisied way you wish for and deserve. I also know that I don’t deserve to do so. I know you must have a lot going mixed feelings about what I have done and what I might be up to. There is a good chance that you might never want to open to this one; perhaps you’ll never reach that state.

However, if you ever do — I hope perhaps this can make up a little for the anger you felt by my disappearance. I cannot tell you where I went or why; in truth I don’t know if I will ever come back. I just want you to know that, despite anything that might lead you to believe the contrary --- I did care about you Molly. I trusted you and you mattered. Our friendship, even if you might not have categorized it as such, was important and perhaps I should have tended to it more. 

The point I am trying to make, is that I want you to believe me in my next statement, because if you are reading this letter than it means that you miss me: I just want you to know that I miss you too. I miss the morgue, the ginger cat hairs that lightly coated everything. Even at my worst and blackest of moods; you were always eager to help me. Even as I took advantage of your kindness, something I do hold guilt over, I was grateful for it. Perhaps, these letters are more sentimental that I thought. Perhaps I wished to make it up to you someway. 

I should have been better, I just was never very good at knowing how. I wish you were here, sometimes you appear as the voice of reason in my mind. That’s not the kind of thing you can casually say to a person --- but it doesn’t feel so strange to enclose it in a letter. This is what I mean, you matter to me. When I’m stuck or in trouble, your voice is in my mind. It helps me think. Helps me focus. When I was shot, it was you who appeared to me and helped me save my own life. I owe my life to you because you’ve always held it at a higher value than I do. 

I hope one day you can forgive me, I don’t know anymore if this letter will bring comfort or cause you more distress. Maybe it’s unavoidable to have both.

SH.

[thedoctornumber11]

Starter for amongdeadthings

((OOC: @amongdeadthings))

The Doctor had decided to spend a day in London going out and exploring and after a few hours was making his way back to the TARDIS when he noticed it.  “That wasn’t there before,” he stated as he noticed the glass dome now surrounding the city.  He looked up and it did indeed go all the way up and around, keeping everybody in and everybody on the outside out.

“Well, this could be a problem,” he thought.  Even more concerning, when he tried to go to the outside to investigate, the TARDIS couldn’t get past it.  “That’s odd,” he stated after the attempt.  “So, whatever it is, it’s not just glass, and it’s particularly strong.  It has to be to keep my TARDIS inside,” he thought as he walked up to the glass to scan it with the sonic screwdriver and he noticed there were quite a few other people starting to walk up and investigate it.  One in particular caught his eye however, as she was wearing a lab coat.

“What do you think?” he asked the woman.

[sapxentpsyche]

✂ (going right for the angst)

MEME | ACCEPTING 

Sherlock Holmes was a man whom was more so content WITHIN HIS own company, than to delve INTO the COMPANIONSHIP OFFRIENDSHIPS. But even he had to ADMIT, Molly’s declareto sever her contact, stung HIM. Alone protected HIM for reasons that nonecould fathom. Much to H I S own I N N E R regret, he had grown rather fond OF her company, and to hear the weak words that were;‘remove my number from your phone’, why, that caused HIS lungs to search IN S I L E N T DESPERATION, for oxygen. “——Molly, whatever I’ve done to hurt you - know that I’m sorry.”

[ @amongdeadthings ]

[shrlxcked-a]

💔

IT TOOK A MOMENT TO PROCESS.   It was uncharacteristic of her, which made it all the more unbelievable. His gaze was glued to her, the ghost of a smile attempting to tug at his lips, but the shock was enough to keep it at bay. His head tilted away from her, as though evaluating her and the integrity of what she had said. Finally his head gently shook subtly back and forth.    “No you don’t.”  A final shake of his head in denial, but this time when he spoke, his voice trembled.   “You don’t, Molly.” 

Send 💔 to accidentally tell Sherlock you hate him

[notelementary-blog]

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for every 🎊 I get I’ll recommend a blog // ALWAYS ACCEPTING

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@amongdeadthings

I guess I screamed over how bad Mofftiss treated Molly and I’m so happy someone gives her justice. And Ally’s Molly is a badass too, the bullshit detector we all deserve. It’s always a pleasure to rp with someone who writes as good as Ally!

@jackxhooper

Oh, here comes the Jammie Dodgers lover. Jack is such a great OC, I feel like Mofftiss may actually read this blog and introduce him in s5 because that freaking show needs someone like Jack! He’s such a great brother too. I love rp with this dork. And of course the mun is so nice!

@pleaseentertainme

Addison is so good, and someone who Sherlock really needs to make him better. I love the dynamic between our muses and I’m always so happy to read a new reply. And of course her mun’s writing style is so good, I’m always too shy to write my shite reply.

@pullingrank

Kai’s John is such a adorable badass, I’m always so happy to rp with this smol dork. Of course – do I have to mention this, just check the blog and give a follow if you aren’t following already – the writing is superb and always on point. Also! It’s nice to share some Polish power with the mun, hehe.

[watsonofagun]

continued with @amongdeadthings​

       “She’s alright, just surprised, that’s all. Don’t worry.”

Rosie would be well taken care of by Mrs. Hudson. Right now, John busied himself with Molly’s sprain, pressing gently over her ankle. The fall had been loud, and he regretted having asked her to help take his daughter down the rickety steps. Not that he was any steadier, but still.

      “It’s bit bad, bruise might stay for two weeks. You hang on,       I’ll grab some bandages, and then drive you home.”

[abhordull-blog]

starter call. –– @amongdeadthings

     “I know that things have been...difficult. I am not going to fall back into old habits because of what happened. I won’t. You have my word, Molly.”

[consullting-blog]

"It's nothing."

Sherlock quickly reaches out to grab Molly’s arm, glancing down at the bruises littered across it. A look of concern crosses his face as he looks back up to Molly, brows furrowed and eyes wide. 

“Molly- what happened?” He keeps his voice soft, loosening his grasp on Molly’s arm as he speaks.

[keyandcrown-blog]

amongdeadthings

@amongdeadthings

“OK, I bent the rules a little. But the rules were wrong. They’re unfair.”

[afallenpalace-blog]

@amongdeadthings​ liked for a Starter with Sherlock Holmes.

❝– “Are you feeling well, Hooper?” While it was normally trivial to ponder on such questions or delve into the emotional, a flare of warning fired in the detective's mind with the way Molly had been acting, or at least to how he perceived it. Molly was normally reserved and quiet, awkward around Sherlock and a tad stressed- but something about her movements and tone today just seemed.. irregular. – ❞

[queensconquest]

@amongdeadthings entered the domain of The Woman [aka started following]

  “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you in the flesh, Ms. Hooper. I’ve heard quite a bit about you.”

Words were purred with silk and interest, forming a unique tone to them. Her lips curved upwards and she observed the woman before her. Of course Irene had seen picture of her, but she was rather fond of meeting people in the flesh and seeing what had been changes or not in the photos. Molly looked exactly like the pictures she had seen. Interesting.

  “Allow me to introduce myself. I’m Irene Adler. The real one, not the one I used to fake my death.” A smile spread over her features and she waited for her reaction.

[consultingdick]

@amongdeadthings from [x]

“Of course.”

Molly knows a great deal of unsavoury things about Sherlock already. If those, along with his sometimes unfortunate treatment of her, haven’t yet sent her running for the hills, she’s not sure anything will.

“ And you won’t go off telling anyone else? Not even my brother? ”

Sherlock trusted Molly deeply, but a part of him had to make sure. He wasn’t exactly used to having someone who wanted to help him. While he had a handful of people that could be described as friends, she was the only one he ever felt safe confiding in. 

[mvcrofts-blog]

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« Send 📱 for five texts my muse didn’t send yours, and one that they did -

                                ( accepting )

[TEXT: Molly Hooper] You have to forgive Sherlock[TEXT: Molly Hooper] There’s something you need to know, about the other day[TEXT: Molly Hooper] He won’t tell you but I will[TEXT: Molly Hooper] He’s not a bad person or friend[TEXT: Molly Hooper] Don’t blame him for what he could not control[TEXT: Molly Hooper] Have you spoken to Sherlock since the other day?

[shrlxcked-a]

closed starter for @amongdeadthings 

SHERLOCK DEFLATED WITH AN AUDIBLE EXHALE.  His life had effectively been in shambles for the past week, at a dead end with the only case he’d had any interest in, hands trembling with either cocaine or tobacco withdrawal ( he couldn’t be sure which, anymore ). He had developed a track record in recent months of preferring intelligent company to being alone, but at this very particular moment in time he found himself wishing for the latter. Yet here the mousy happy-go-lucky pathologist stood, in the doorway of his flat. As much as he valued her, he did not want to wind up taking his melancholy mood out on any undeserving friends. 

“Listen, Molly, I’m not really in the mood.” he muttered, trying to keep his tone as non-personal and soft as he was capable of.  “Do you need something?”

[notelementary-blog]

🔹 continued from here w/ @amongdeadthings 🔹

“But you don’t look alright... Your whole face is bruised... I should have protected you. I’m sorry.” Sherlock sighed and bowed his head. He felt guilty about letting Molly having a lock that somebody could easily break, he should have been firmer when he asked Molly to change it.

He failed again. He felt so bad about it that all he could think of was finding that person who hurt Molly and beating him.

“I’m sorry, Molly. I should have been there to protect you.”

[watsonofagun]

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