#intransigentholmes

[poxsonmenace]

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“—You can call me whatever you LIKE,” a MELODIC purr all but SLITHERED out from beyond a BUSIED tongue that toyed WITH the MINTY  ELASTICITY. Gum was such an effortless ATTRIBUTE for a man so suave and yet so mad. Yes he was back - AGAIN, and Sherlock was at the  very cusp OF HIS every WHIM - AGAIN. It was almost so funny that he wanted to cackle aloud, but he suppressed, for now, only GRANTING  HIS mouth the SLIGHTEST crooked curve. Don’t want to GIVE the game away so soon. “Though-” a thoughtful gaze LIFTED to the C E I L I N G. “Daddy has always been a FAVOURITE amongst my boys.” [ @intransigentholmes ]

[wtsns-a]

                    it’s   always   this   way    .          always         ,         always        ,         because sherlock holmes can never really seem to keep his nose out of trouble .         a sigh         ,         exasperated         ,         as the medical kit is pulled from its familiar place in the bathroom cupboard         ,         taking out the things needed in order to patch his flatmate up .                  ❝         christ         ,         sherlock         ,         you need to be more careful   .         this is exactly what always happens when         ————         ❞                  when i’m not there with you  .         john shuts his mouth         ,         shaking his head as he prepares to dab a little hydrogen peroxide onto the cloth he holds  .                                ❝         hold as still as you can         ,         alright   ?         can’t promise anything         ,         but this might sting a little   .         ❞

(     @intransigentholmes     ♡’d     )                

[finalxproblem]

          “I spy, with my little eye, something beginning with S.”  

Professor Moriarty sits across the disturbingly bleached, sanitized, oppressive setting of the dentist’s office, legs crossed, some inanely ordinary tabloid magazine or another perched on his Gucci-clad lap.  He is sharp and dark and bizarrely cloying as ever.  His voice dances erratically, and he’s as still as a reanimated corpse that’s forgotten how to move naturally.  Most disturbingly, all of this is calculated; if Jim Moriarty wanted to blend in, Jim Moriarty could.  

         “What’re you doing here, darlin?  Thought someone as          snoozily righteous as you would have miraculously healthy bicuspids.          Getting a gold tooth? Now, that’d be a look.”  

@intransigentholmes

[itsjustkind]

“Have you seen the size of human brains? They’re hilarious.”

｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ @intransigentholmes | canon one-liner sc

[were-up-against-them-all]

❛ Impossibility is a thing that begs to be disproven. Perhaps it hasn’t been possible for years, perhaps it’s not even possible right now, but that doesn’t mean it can’t be. It doesn’t mean it won’t be. ❜

"What are you on about?" Danny asked, a bit annoyed at the way the man seemed to speak in riddles. "Impossible means exactly that. I can't do. And I doubt anyone else could either."

[kintsxgi]

‘ everything about you screams danger. ’

❝  DOES  IT?  ❞    HER  SURPRISE  at  his  observation  shined  in  her  eyes,  clearly  taken  aback.    How  could  she  appear  dangerous  to  anyone?    Slightly  shorter  than  average,  no  element  of  power  hanging  about  her,  or  strength.    But  to  him,  she  must  have  something  about  her  which  shouted  it  at  him  the  opposite  of  what  she  believed.    Let  alone  the  fact  that  she  couldn’t  think  of  how  she  could  be  so  dangerous.    She’s  simply  average...

grave suggestions  ||  accepting

[vuulpecula]

@intransigentholmes​ cont. x. 

      Lids opened and closed at the snap, remaining calm despite the aftershocks of mild fear that shook the marrow in her bones. Fox knew he wasn’t speaking so to be cruel, not everyone did this, she had to remind herself. “A nice story,” she began, avoiding those narrowed eyes. “Is sometimes all that people are willing to hear. It's easier for them to wrap their minds around, like a fairytale. No one wants to read one now with a realistic ending. If you gave them the truth, they may rebel against it, claim its some kind of conspiracy or fear what really happened." Her mouth tilted into a frown, no words felt right enough. 

      "Does it really matter what they think? You know the truth." 

[itsusxallysubtext]

“I can’t have these people all over you.”

jealous lovers sentence starters

           “And WHY would that be, Sherlock? Please, enlighten me.”

[feminaadler]

Irene gave a smirk turning on her heels to face him. "Oh that's a shame.. I was going to give myself a VIP tour" she hummed now walking a bit closer to Sherlock. Gathering by his face she could see that her face was not the one he was expecting "You weren't expecting to see me were you Holmes?" Irene questioned now standing face to face with her acquaintance.

She gave a small tilt of her head hands crossing over her chest "So are you here to arrest me or can I just be on my way? Because we both know you won't bring me into Scotland Yard" she mused. Irene wasn't a big threat not like Jim Moriarty but she was the only person to out smart the consulting detective and for that she knew that he held a respect for her. "Because those earrings are just calling my name" They sparkled vibrant green as the emeralds shone in the artificial light.

feminaadler

Irene had been in London for only a few days, it was night but as usual the streets were busy and people never stopped. However if there was one thing that did stop in the city it was museums; the perfect chance for her to steal one of the rare artefacts, of course it was a piece of jewellery.  She wondered through the halls, having already turned off the CCTV camera and knocked a few of the night guards out. She hummed a little as she stepped, heels hitting the marbled floor. There she saw it, presented so beautifully in the glass casing. Her head turned, a small smirk appearing upon her rose coloured lips. “Holmes, I am not surprised to see you here.. been following me have you? Thought I had a stalker” She teased lightly, arms folding across her chest. 

The truth was, it didn’t occur to him at first who it was he would face, the fact that the robbery was about to take place being the only thing he was able to deduce quite literally out of the corner of his eye, while working on a different and as it turned out rather boring case at the time.

Neither willing to waste his time explaining why he knew what he knew nor particularly interested in the management’s opinion on the subject, he decided to find his own way in.

He kept quiet, crossing one room after another. Early appearance could easily ruin the show. The last thing he expected was to be the surprised party. But only when he was too close, he recognised who was the enemy of the day. Far too late not to remain unrecognised himself.

Stepping down the stairs, he offered Irene a rather wry smile. “ The tour is over I’m afraid. ”

[were-up-against-them-all]

relationship meme: 📖What is their favorite outside of the bedroom activity to do with their partner?

Taking walks.  Sounds cliche, I know, but he genuinely does love doing that.   Danny has never been one to keep still for long.  He doesn’t have the patience.  He’s usually doing something.  And while he’s lived in London all his life, he still loves exploring.  He loves the Thames and loves to go for walks there, but he also likes just picking random places to explore.  He might get on the subway and just get off at a random stop and start walking.  Doing that with somebody is even better.  It’s a great way to get to know them more.  Usually, it’s quiet enough to talk, and exploring the city usually does get people talking.  If not because of the city itself, then because of the quiet.

[wakecp-blog]

@intransigentholmes 

Of COURSE she’d heard of them. It was impossible not to have, and she wasn’t THAT out of the loop. She had to rely on friends playing the latest music to keep up to date, but it was a task to live in England and NOT to hear about Sherlock Holmes and John Watson. 

And Hattie thought she was a  GENIUS  for bringing coffee from downstairs (that she had made herself - her trial shift had worked out well).  Who doesn’t like  COFFEE ?? 

She knocked with her elbow, hands full with styrofoam cups, The Music Scene by Blockhead audible through her headphones which dangled from her pocket (she wasn’t  RUDE  or anything), volume maxed. 

And she couldn’t help but hope that it would be John Watson who’d answer the door. 

               “ –––– HELLO !!!   I just moved in upstairs !!  ”

[theirlandlady]

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“Sherlock!” there’s a tut on her lips as she makes her way across the open space, to the curtains. “It’s the afternoon, these should be open. Let some sunlight in here.” He’s a grown man, but it didn’t stop the landlady from fussing over him. She takes a long moment to give the flat a once over, no new bullet holes that she can see. Thank goodness. 

“I’m sure a new case will come along soon.” 

[vuulpecula]

Just, just hang on...

my muse is dying!! send “just, just hang on…” to hear their last words to your muse as they die in their arms!! | accepting bc i am trash | @intransigentholmes

       The letters had arrived a week ago; she’d watched, perched on the couch in 221B, as Sherlock poured over every detail -- the envelope, the paper, the writing. Excited. A game was afoot. One that promised a murder at the end. To Fox, it stank of a trap, but what was she to do? It would eat away at him until he found himself at the designated location, with or without her. They were all sent letters, even Lestrade and Molly Hooper. Whoever the soon-to-be killer was, they weren’t playing around. It’s a joke, she had tried to convince him, unable to convince her own stomach from twisting into knots. Something about all of it was wrong, incredibly wrong. Fox kept telling herself it would be fine, they would all be together ( ducks in a row ), her anxiety only worsened when they arrived. 

      So many masks, all different shapes and colors. Some beautiful others horrifying. Their group were the only ones without. The consulting detective was practically salivating at all the details, determined to thwart the murderers’ plan. While he deduced, Fox stood apart, watching everyone as they surrounded him. Dancers moving as if none of them were there, actors on a stage. A new take on a flash mob. There were five, however, that were forever out of place. Circling instead of moving to the classical moan of the violins. Sharks in the water, circling prey that would soon be bleeding. It was a trap. The murderer meant to overwhelm him with details and sensations, she panicked, multiple killers all aiming for him. They circled closer. The crowd refused to part as she tried to get to him, to warn him over the swell of music. Walking right into the knife in her path. 

      Instinctively she gripped the wrist of the assailant. Don’t pull it out, don’t pull it out. They twisted the blade. Blood was already dripping. No one ceased their dancing. Around and around and around they spun. It was already too late when she caught his eye. The attacker pulled the knife from her stomach only to plunge it in another time between her ribs. Laughing. He was laughing. By the time Sherlock must’ve realized, he was gone. The knife hidden away within his waistcoat. She was on her knees then, both hands holding to the newly made holes in her body. Was it normal to bleed so quickly? 

      He was there and he was yelling, telling her something. Just, just hang on. All that spinning. Ballerinas in a music box. Why were they still dancing? Why were the musicians still playing? How was the entirety of the room now tilting on its axis? Looking down there was a red sea, flowing from her, soaking into his trousers. Stained hands reached, holding to either side of his beautiful face. To keep him steady as skirts and shoes continued around them. 

      “When did it get so cold,” she questioned before coughing. Her mouth became wet, filled with iron that overflowed down her lips. But Sherlock, he was safe, they hadn’t harmed him. That was all that mattered. “I -- I’m not going to make it, am I? Sherlock?” Breathing was becoming difficult. The others were there now, above her, blocking out the light like heavenly beings. Shouting for people to stop moving. “Don’t make the music stop, please, just dance with me one last time. Please, Sherlock.” It was easier than saying don’t let me die. “Just like when I fell i--” Her body was sliding into shock or shutting down or simply not allowing her to say what she wanted to say. In his arms, nothing more came out of her mouth save the wet, gurgling noise of a body filling with blood. Eyes remaining open, once looking at his face now looked through it. Glazed and empty. 

      The letter’s promise was kept. 

[itsusxallysubtext]

‘ what happened to your eye? ’

* family prompts

               “What the BLOODY hell do you think happened to my eye?” John asked and if he could have raised an eyebrow he surely would have.

                “Someone punched me in the FACE.”

[poxsonmenace]

The second’s ADMIRATION came to an abrupt end, when sharp KISSES feathered off to INTO SOMETHING a SMIDGE more forceful, and dare he say more INTRIGUING. Those DEFINED HIPS OF HIS groped and tugged, he stepped to the man’s WHIM, and soon found HIS back HITTING the wall WITH PRACTISED ease. That was what roused a HISS, and a BLACKENING OF hues, though there was no MALICE or threat.  To get HIS own back, IN some sense, he yanked the SHIRT down and off shoulders IN one S W I F T MOTION. EXPOSING that DEFINED  PHYSIQUE OF HIS to the AIR. To HIS eyes, WHICH made  sure to wander, even IF IT was only for a FLEETING second for HIS V I S I O N soon became COMPROMISED. He had lowered, and WITH that, had gotten HIS FINGERS round HIS belt and HIS mouth upon HIS chest.  Engrossed, CHIN angled down as a growled moan left PARTED LIPS, the unspoken language OF; you have my ATTENTION, now what are you GOING to do WITH me?

[quietresistance]

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