#imnotimplyinganything

[literarywasted]

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[themasterdeductions]

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((Okay everyone! Mun here! Back from the horrid realm of concussion!

(I fucking hate concussions this is literally my second one within two years fuckingfdoscio)

Ahem! Anyways, I've been gone for way too long and have way too many drafts to do, so imma start over! All drafts are being deleted. It is nothing against anyone I'm RPing with, because I love you all and want to continue to RP with you. Imma just have to start over. Okidoki then! 

If you wanna start a thing, please contact me!

I'm tagging all of the people I still have drafts for so that they know especially.))

[consultinginwestwood]

Demons ||Closed RP @imnotimplyinganything

"I'd like to make an appointment to see John Watson."

"Yes, that sounds perfect. See you soon darling."

Moriarty was scheming again, up to old tricks. It had been two years since his 'death', the criminal had left London and sent Sherlock on his merry way, letting him take down his web, spinning a new one as he did so. 

He felt he was overdue for a check up when he arrived back in London, catching ear that John had a job, and a new life for that matter, it was only right to drop in and say hello.

When he heard that John was a doctor, he knew it would be easy to see him with a simple phone call. Moriarty suited up, in the suit he first wore when they met, it felt only right. 

Moriarty made his way to John's work, he played nice, didn't hurt anyone, didn't even make faces. When he arrived he went to the front desk and checked. 

The nurse made her way to John's door and spoke. 

                                                       "Richard Brooke, routine check up."

[roleplayingmollyhooper-blog]

Accent :)

If I get 10 ‘Accents’ I’ll record myself saying…

[4/10]MY POOR SOUTH AMERICAN ACCENT IS GOING TO BE REVEALED.

[avillains-fairytale]

"I know what you’re scared of."

"Oh really?" He purred, a brow arched as he paced around the doctor. "Do tell me, darling. What am I scared of?"

[live-long-and-bite-me-blog]

I am truly sorry about this. *kisses lightly on the lips* (Pass it on by kissing the first ten people on your dash!)

Spock stepped away from the doctor. "I... thank you for your gesture," he said, since there really wasn't anything else to say about it. It was, indeed, unexpected.

[letsplaymurder-archive-blog]

Ledge ask: "Listen." John gritted out. "Listen to me. You don't want this, not really. You have so much more left to live for. There are so many problems just waiting for you to solve, that no one but you can solve. Everything, everything you really put your mind to, you do...you're the only person I've ever met with such a severe intolerance for taking the easy way out, for giving up. And don't give up on me either, Sherlock. Don't give up on us. We've got so much more left to see."

Talk my character down from the ledge.

Sherlock bit at his lip, his fingers clenching and unclenching by his side as he listened to John speak. "This isn't taking the easy way out," he whispered. "I'm just learning to fly." A manic grin spread over his face, before he turned to face John, his pupils blown from the acid, his arms flapping by his side. "Falling is just like flying, isn't it? I can do it, John. I can fly." 

[xxtheconsultingdetective-blog]

//haha, i can do a general starter if you like?

//Okay!

[sherlock-the-holmes]

I'm so sorry to everyone I owe a reply to!

I promise I will finish owed replies by either today or tomorrow, again I'm very sorry!

[veritasinculpa]

Fellow roleplayer appreciation time: it's time to tell some of your favorite blogs that you acknowledge, and appreciate their work; let them know that you love them. Spread the love to 10 of your favorite blogs, and if you don't have 10, then just spread it to the next 10 on your dash!

//YOU are a sweetheart and I love you

Sorry I took so long to post this XD I just liked seeing it in my inbox all the time *hides

[privetdrivefreak]

Evidence; imnotimplyinganything - Ink Stains AU

It was a strange case to be had on number four Privet Drive that day. A family of three, a couple and their son the Dursleys, were found dead in their living room without sign of how exactly they died. It was as if they just did. Any witnesses, nosy neighbours from two, five and seven claimed that there were three flashes of green light the night they died and that was it.

The crime scene had been cordoned off by police and maybe, just maybe, a certain private detective had taken a visit. But really, nothing was out of place, except perhaps a book. It was the only piece of evidence taken in although no one could explain why. The thing just felt ominous, they supposed, with its old and battered appearance. The pages were curiously blank and the only thing that could have been a clue to its previous owner was the initials of the cover of the black little book saying T. M. R. It would be surprising too if, maybe, just maybe a certain private detective had spirited the piece of evidence away and maybe left it in his flat.

[letsplaymurder-archive-blog]

Happy birthday to you! ;)

[Thank you :D -squishes-]

[thepersonalblogofmarymorst-blog1]

Island AU

The scalding tropical sun bleached Mary’s eyelids as she rested, body flushed against the shore. The bright sun pierced through her slitted eyelids while she made a feeble attempt to block the burning beams of light with her shaky hand. All of Mary’s senses got back up and running in one painful blow as she made a few attempts to sit up. She raised her burning chest slowly, spitting out a mouthful of bile, blood and sand. Mary coughed as she discovered a peculiar fact. Her clothes had been ripped to sheds, and her shirt almost completely incinerated off.

It all came back. The turbulence warnings, the yellow oxygen masks dropping, the fire, John. Her last memory of him was kissing his lips before she slipped her oxygen mask on, as he got up to help a child locked in the bathroom. The tailwinds had ripped the plane apart and thrown her into the water, where she’d floated to shore with the most minimal version of personal injury.

Where was John? Mary peeled herself off from the beach with a moan. She had fractured two ribs and broken four, but she needed John. As she walked along the beach, it became clearer and clearer that she was alone. The scorched bodies floating in the water and on the beach were enough to send her into a dizzy haze. Combined with pain and sunstroke, Mary was completely incapacitated as she ran up and down the beach in search of John’s body.

[letsplaymurder-archive-blog]

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[Drunk text] 

[text: John] Taaaht iss teh last tim eI attennd onne of MMycoft's functins. Woh si DaivD Camreon? I tink IInsulteed himm. SH

[text: John] Aaaaaand Im' lsot. LSOT wiithout myyyy bogger. HA. SH

[text: John] Beause yuoree' miinne! SH