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Friends Loves of Sherlock Holmes; JOHN WATSON, MARY MORSTAN & SHERLOCK HOLMES; — the doctor, the assassin, and the detective.

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sherlock noir

            ╚ the detective, the doctor, the assassin

together they bend the system to fit their own idea of justice. none of them innocent, all of them guilty, and so far… without anyone looking for them.

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You didn’t kill Mary. Mary died saving your life. It was her choice, no-one made her do it. No-one could ever make her do anything.

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( semi hiatus notice: may 5th-may 24th ): finals season has descended upon me & i’m really feeling the stress from it. i’ve started a second job at the casino to get more hours & pay the bills but it’s also less time that I have to be away from my work. Also I’ve misinterpreted how much work I have left to do & didn’t realize just how little time is left until the end of the semester. so i will be taking a semi-hiatus. my semester ends may 15th. but on may 16th i am leaving for canada to visit my wife ( aka @rebelgeneralleia / @toldabetterstory ) & #carly. i will be bringing my laptop but we have a lot planned for when i’m there so i’m not sure how much i’m going to be on !! as always you can sk//ype me ( drop in the tags ) or im me as they are both linked to my phone. love you guys xoxo

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                 You choose your next words carefully, Mary is normally much more jovial than this — but you cannot help but feeling sympathy over the frustrations of being coddled & fussed over. While, when it had been him it had been for different reasons than PREGNANCY, but all the same it was irritating. “ now, now. do not be ridiculous. you are exaggerating your size greatly. ” 

              There is only slight hesitation before you lower to her level, intentionally keeping too soft a look on your face to avoid her thinking she has your pity ( she doesn’t need it ). “ we both know that this far you SHOULD be off your feet as much as possible. i am here to help, let me. please. ”

your eyebrows raise up at him, lips pressed together as you shake your head. ‘ you’re exaggerating your size greatly.’ if you knew anything about sherlock it was that he was unfailingly honest ( even more so when it hurt ). but also blunt. sure she didn’t look exactly like a whale. “ i just wanted a refill. “ a defeated tone of voice clear in your words as the cup is thrust in front of you. “ you know how i like it. “ 

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unclench your fists, my lover, the war is over now.       (i’ve forgotten how to uncurl my fingers from the trigger.) be gentle, my lover, the war is over now.      (i don’t remember what it’s like not to have gunsteel in my bones.) come home, my lover, the war is over now.     (i’m back at the place i left but home is gone where i cannot find it.) sleep, my lover, the war is over now.     (the war follows me into sleep. i’m afraid i’ll never leave it behind.) kiss me, my lover, the war is over now.     (my fingers still drip red and i do not want to stain you with them.)

teach me how to be at peace again ( j.p. )

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Reblog if your muse can speak more than one language.

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FASHION/APPEARANCE STATS        BOLD what applies to your muse.

TAGGED:  @julietthotelwhiskey & @toldabetterstory TAGGING:  @notelementary @scciopath @mctwiisty (yeah both your blog!!!) @speculae

BODY.

Long legs.    Short legs.   Average legs.   Slender thighs.   Thick thighs.   Muscular thighs.   Skinny arms.    Soft arms.   Muscular arms.    Toned stomach.  Flat stomach.  Flabby Stomach.   Soft stomach. Six-pack.    Beer belly.   Lean frame.  Beefy/muscular frame. Voluptuous frame.    Petite frame ( 5 ft 4 or shorter ).    Lanky frame.   Short nails.    Long nails.   Manicured nails. Clean nails. Dirty nails.   Flat ass.    Toned ass.   Bubble butt.  Small waist.   Thick waist.   Narrow hips.   Average hips.    Wide hips.  Big feet. Average feet.    Small feet.   Soft feet.    Slender feet.   Calloused hands.   Soft hands.   Big hands.   Average hands.   Small hands.   Long fingers.   Short fingers.   Average fingers.   Broad shoulder.  Underweight.   Average weight.  Overweight.

HEIGHT.

Shorter than 140 cm.   141 cm-150 cm.    151 cm to 160 cm.    161 cm to 170 cm.    171 cm to 180cm.   181 cm to 190 cm.  191 cm to 2m.  Taller than 2 m.

SKIN.

Pale.    Rosy.  Olive.    Dark.    Tanned.   Blotchy.   Smooth.    Acne.   Dry.    Greasy.   Freckled.

EYES.

Small.    Large.    Average.    Grey.   Brown.   Blue.   Green.   Gold.   Hazel.   Doe-eyed. Almond.   Close-set.    Wide-set.  Deep-set.  Squinty.    Monolid.    Heavy eyelids.   Upturned.  Downturned.

HAIR.

Thin.  Thick.  Fine.    Normal.  Greasy.    Dry.    Soft.   Shiny.    Curly.    Frizzy.    Wild.  Unruly.   Straight.  Smooth.  Wavy.  Floppy.  Cropped.  Pixie-cut.  Shoulder length.  Back length.   Waist length. Past hip-length.   Buzz cut.    Bald.    Jaw length.    Mohawk.   White.    Platinum blonde.    Golden blonde.    Dirty blonde.   Blonde.    Ombre.   Light brown.  Mouse brown.    Chestnut brown.   Golden brown.    Chocolate brown.    Dark brown.   Jet black.   Ginger.   Red.   Auburn. Grey.   Dyed red.   Dyed any “unnatural color”.    Thin eyebrows.   Average eyebrows.  Thick eyebrows.

TATTOOS / PIERCINGS.    ( modern. )

Full sleeve.    Thigh tattoo.    Neck tattoo.    Chest tattoo.   One tattoo. Face tattoo.  A few here and there.   Multiple.    No tattoo.    Monroe piercing.   Nose piercing.    Septum.    Nipple piercing(s).    Genital piercing(s).    Industrial piercings.   Earlobe piercing.  Prince Albert piercing.    Eyebrow piercing(s).    Tongue piercing(s).    Lip piercing(s).    Top of the ear.   Tragus piercing.    Angel bites.   Labret.    Stretches out ears.    Navel piercing.    Inverse navel piercing.    Cheek piercing(s).    Smiley.    Nape piercing(s).

COSMETICS.

Eyeliner.    Light eyeliner.   Heavy eyeliner.    Cat eyes.    Mascara.    Fake eyelashes.    Matte lipstick.   Regular lipstick.    Lipgloss.   Red lips.    Pink lips.    Dark lips.   Bronzer.    Highlighter. Eyeshadow.    Neutral eyeshadow.   Smoky eyes.   Colorful eyeshadow.   Blush.   Lipliner.    Light contouring.   Heavy contouring.   Powder.    Matte foundation.   Shiny foundation.   Concealer.   Wears make up regularly.    Wears it from time to time. Rarely wears make-up. Doesn’t wear make.up.  

SCENT.

Floral.  Earthy.   Fruity.   Perfumes.   Aftershave (modern)   Cocoa.    Moisturizer.   Soap.  Cigarettes.   Leather.   Sweat.    Food.   Incense.   Marijuana.    Cologne.   Whiskey.    Wine.    Fried food.   Spices.   Mint.   Blood.    Fire.   Metal.   Rain.

CLOTHES.     ( modern.  )

Jeans.   Tight pants. Overknee socks.    Tights.    Leggings.    Yoga pants.    Pencil skirt.   Tight skirt.    Loose skirt.   Tight/formfitting dress.   Cardigans.    Blouse.  Button up shirt.  Band-T-shirt.   Sports-T-shirt.   Sweatpants.    Tanktop.    Cut off t-shirt.    Designer.   High street.  Leather Jacket.   Online stores.    Thrift.   Lingerie.   Long skirt.    Miniskirt.   Maxidress.    Sun dress.  Tie.   Tuxedo.   Cocktail dress.   Highslit dress/skirt.   T-shirt.   Loose clothing.    Tight clothing.   Jean shorts.   Sweater.   Sweater vest.    Khaki pants.   Suit.   Hoodie.   Harem pants.   Basketball shorts.   Boxers.    Briefs.  Boxer briefs. Thong.    Hotpants.   Hipster panties.  Bra.    Sportsbra.   Crop top.   Corset.    Ballerina skirt.   Leotard.    Polka dot.    Stripes.   Glitter.    Silk.     Lace.    Leather (agra verse).     Velvet.    Chemise.   Patterns.    Florals.     Neon colors.    Pastels.  Black.   Dark colors.   Fur.  Faux fur.  

SHOES.

Sneakers.   Slip-ons.   Flats.    Slippers.    Sandals.    High heels.    Kitten heels.   Ankle boots.  Combat boots.   Knee-high.  Platforms.   Stripper heels.   Bare feet.  Loafers.   Oxfords.   Work boots.  Gladiator shoes.

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They adore each other

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Okay but whenever they want to talk about John when he is around Sherlock & Mary will just speak in other languages right in front of him. It’s helpful when they are plotting something perhaps a bit not good, or if they think he is being stubborn or silly — yet sometimes they have fun & do it just to see him get all huffy.

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Reblog if you want obscenely sexual and kinky messages in your askbox for shits and giggles.

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✉⁇✿ツ$♀ (terrifyingskillet FUCK ME UP)

meme. send my muse a text ( selectively accepting )

SEND “✉” FOR A TEXT THAT WASN’T SENT :

[ text ; m.w. ; unsent ] you’re in norway now. least that’s what the tracker says. bloody norway, mary. you should have come to me. you should have talked to me. we would have figured it out somehow, together. lies, god, so many lies. not just you. me, as well. i miss you. i’m cheating on you. come back. just come back, will you?

SEND “⁇” FOR A DRUNK TEXT :

[ text ; m.w. ] mry. mry i lobe you so mucg. i am uttrely fucked. whenn i cme homee you re gonna get it mrs waston. i lobe you. lobe. LOVE. greg says hi.

SEND “✿” FOR A SUGGESTIVE TEXT :

[ text ; m.m. ] mary morstan, you’re a tease, you are. i’ll be sure to remember that for tonight, even the score a little. you’d like that, wouldn’t you?

SEND “ツ” FOR AN EXCITED TEXT :

[ text ; m.w. ] we got it, mary! life imprisonment with no chance of the bastard ever coming out. all because of a bloody ink stain, can you believe it? he’s brilliant, isn’t he? impossible. barking mad. but brilliant. i’m taking you out tonight. both of you.

SEND “$” FOR AN ACCIDENTAL TEXT :

[ text ; m.w. ] asdh dfsgh gdfghfggdf[ text ; m.w. ] sorry, love. still getting used to this bloody thing. ignore that. love you.

SEND “♀” FOR A HEARTBREAKING TEXT :

[ text ; m.w. ] this won’t work. i know it won’t. i can see your mobile on the kitchen table. don’t really know why i still have it. don’t remember anyone giving it to me. shouldn’t it be at the yard? evidence, all that. don’t know why i’m texting you when you’re standing right there. you look so sad, mary. don’t be sad. stop telling me you’re dead. i know, alright? don’t need you telling me all the time. i’ve got to go, molly’s at the door. love you. talk to you later.

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                   David was a name he was quite tired of hearing of; Sherlock had no doubt in his mind that Mary Morstan could handle herself but his inability to accept ‘no’ for an answer was infuriating. He had no doubt in his mind that it was a sentiment that John also shared. Scowling slightly at the far too casual of harassment his oldest companion, “ idiot. he always has been completely obtuse. told you so first year, didn’t i john? ” he commented a tad irritably, iciness only thawing as he felt a slender arm took his & saw a tuft of blonde curl make itself at home on his shoulder. Claire de Lune, a scent he had grown very accustomed to filling his head.

                         It’s the mention of the upcoming game that brings a small roll of his eye & exhale of breath from him. Quidditch — a needlessly dangerous sport that the two people he loved most got their adrenaline fix from. Hours spent in the hospital wing & nights kept awake after reading about broomstick accidents & Quidditch injuries did nothing to cure him of his aerial-based anxieties. At least most games gave him the benefit of having the other one at his side; assuring him as they watched from the stands & giving his hand reassuring squeezes when near misses occurred. SLYTHERIN VS. GRYFFINDOR games were the worst — not because he disliked them playing but because he had two reasons to worry ( plus the added factor of the one potentially being the cause of harm to the other ). “ oh no, & i was having such a relaxing morning until now…   ”

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Casting anamused glance at his fellow companions, John couldn’t quite help the smile thattugged at the corner of his mouth, contentment settling over him as they walked. Itwas rather remarkable, in a way, how some people continued to insist on showingtheir disapproval of the three of them. The two pure-blooded vipers and theMuggle-born lion. John couldn’t care less, hadn’t cared since that very firstday, when he’d barely even known what a pure-blood wizard was. And it hadn’t mattered, in the end. 

John wasn’t completely naïve; he knew it would eventually matter, couldfeel the outside world and its expectations already starting to infringe uponwhat the three of them had. Just yesterday his fist had connected with JamesBryce’s jaw for calling the three of them weirdos. That was innocent enough,but it was still driven by ignorance and social standing, and wouldn’t that beexactly what awaited them outside the walls of the castle?

Thoughtsand concerns for another time. Simpler things awaited them now. Such as theupcoming Quidditch match. Trips to Hogsmeade. Homework. Exams. And many, manyhours spent in the company of the two people John loved most in this world.

“  Yes,Sherlock, you did, ” and his voice was calm, patient, smile firmly in place now.He shifted then, hand moving to tangle his fingers together with Mary’s infavour of having their arms looped together, and his smile morphed into a cheekygrin as he looked at her.

“ Been readyfor days. Hope you mastered that Bludger Backbeat, Morstan, or it’ll be a rightshort match. ”

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there would come a time, soon perhaps, that anxieties about the coming year would force themselves upon her. a year left for mary after they graduated. alone again. the fear of losing them crept upon her as she lay awake at night. she knew they thought about it too. but they would have each other, just as they did their first year. she would be completely & utterly alone. how had six years gone by so fast? had they simply lost track of the time? she extends her neck to leave a feather light kiss against sherlock’s cheek. “ he’s hoping to comfort me when the pair of you are traveling the world next year. “ lips curl upwards as she quoted the boy, eyes rolling.

now is not the time for sad thoughts, not when there’s so much more going on for the three of them to enjoy. she squeezes their interlocked hands, moving her head just to smile at john. it’s all in good fun. their rivalry had started out more true on her side. she didn’t want to vie for sherlock’s affections. she was his best friend. there was nothing else. but now he wormed his way into her heart just as the black haired boy had. there was no sherlock & mary without john now. she wouldn’t have it any other way.

“ you’ll be eating my dust, watson. “ she knew how their shop talk bothered sherlock, who hated even the thought of having to ride a broom. she had begged & pleated for years for him to allow her to take him out with no success. she loved the wind twirling through her hair at night, moon beating down on her as she flew. it was a miracle that john felt the same. gave her someone to fly with ( or start with the pretense of flying only to end up under the stands or by a tree ). “ john might not be whole once i’m through with him. “ but it’s said with a wicked grin & her eyebrows raised, taking a moment to bite down on her lip in good fun. she loved to tease them. “ i’m thinking after we beat you, ravenclaw won’t stand a chance. “ she turned to look back at sherlock, eyes softening. he had always been her number one priority, the only thing that mattered in life. best friends since birth, engaged at five years old.

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