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* character headcanons

clothing style.

before - bed routine. 

eating habits.

concept of home and family. 

hobbies. 

fighting style.

what calms your muse down after a bad day?

talk about one person your muse loves.

ways your muse says i love you.

describe your muse’s laugh. 

what items can be found in your muse’s pockets? 

talk about your muse’s most prized possession(s).

describe your muse’s walk. 

talk about your muse’s accent.

describe your muse’s smile. 

how often does your muse get sick?

does your muse know when to rest, or do they push themselves?

does your muse snore? sleeptalk? sleepwalk?

the thing(s) your muse thinks about before falling asleep.

is your muse a fitful or a quiet sleeper?

your muse’s thoughts on cops and other authority figures.

skills and special talents. 

disabilities or illnesses. 

habits and mannerisms.

introvert or extrovert.

religious or non - religious.

verbal or non - verbal communication.

something your muse could never forgive.

something that makes your muse smile.

something that scares your muse.

something that gives your muse hope.

how your muse responds to being helped / taken care of.

how your muse responds to unconditional love.

how your muse responds to danger.

how your muse responds to stress.  

how your muse responds to anger.

did your muse grow up too fast?

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(  ooc. ) i am on vacation this week, so i may not be that active, but feel free to send me a dm or maybe even a starter any time! I look forward to interacting with all of you.

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( ooc. ) give me someone walking in while Eurus is having one of her episodes and thinks she is on the plane again.

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“We are just alike, you and I…”

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Eurus: wow, its a beautiful day out

Mycroft, on the other side of Eurus's cell: how do you know that?????

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and said wild Eurus is ready to wreak some havoc . . .

a wild Eurus appears. ( @ithatamlost )

Mycroft vc: fuck.

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She Could Have Been a Pirate — a short solo

No one knew, no one saw, no one understood. Ever. That was the very reason why Eurus Holmes’ only companion was her violin. That, and the never-ending loneliness. Sherrinford was under her control and most of those brainless idiots didn’t even realize it. They all thought they were so smart, but while they drowned in their petty delusions, they were already being enslaved by one of their own prisoners. She could come and go as she pleased, but most of the time preferred her confinement, for she could be surrounded by thousands of people and she would still feel this crippling loneliness, eating away at her and messing with her mind like she messed with the minds of others. So why leave if it didn’t change anything? Why leave if she could get everyone to do exactly what she wanted so very easily? Why leave if the only person whose attention she longed for was so oblivious? Sherlock Holmes, the great detective, oblivious. It was disappointing, really, but not surprising. Nothing ever was. The world was so terribly boring, so predictable. Even the great Sherlock Holmes, her dear brother, was no exception, not to Eurus because she was the exception. Human, and yet the only one of her kind, the only human being who at the same time wasn’t exactly human. Well, by definition she certainly was. One look at her would be enough to tell the observer that she was in fact human, but they couldn’t look into her mind. Not that they hadn’t tried, but it wasn’t her who was the lab rat, it wasn’t her who was influenced so easily. The human mind was an intriguing little device, so easy to control, which was precisely why Eurus could enslave anyone she wanted. But there was one mind she couldn’t control and that was her own.

She sat on the floor of her cell, arms wrapped around her legs, pressing them to her chest. Her eyes were closed. It made her look fragile, helpless and not at all like the dangerous person she truly was. Physically she was there, on that floor, in that cell but in her mind, she was far, far away. In the sky, lost and all alone, everyone around her asleep, unreachable and she the little girl she once had been and yet so very different, so emotional… They were foreign to her, basic human emotions, but sometimes she felt them so clearly that it frightened her. Eurus was on that plane again, always on that plane. Always, always… And each time she was sure it was going to crash, killing her. And what a lonely death it would be, even though she was surrounded by all of those people. She looked at them, walked through the narrow row, holding onto the seats as the plane shook. Strangers, all asleep, all unreachable, all gone, and she was alone, always alone. Tick-tick-tick-tick, time was running out and deep down below, death awaited her. Adrenaline ran through every vein of her body, which trembled violently. Tick-tick-tick-tick, like a time bomb. The plane was tilting forward, it would crash any minute now. The speed increased, the noise grew louder, the city got closer, the river got bigger. Tick-tick-tick-tick, boom!

She snapped out of it.

 

Her arms released her legs, her palms connected with the concrete floor. She hadn’t noticed the tears that slowly ran down her pale features. She wasn’t on the plane anymore, but at the same time she was. She always had been, ever since she could remember, ever since she had been a child, when Sherlock wouldn’t play with her, when she’d had no one. She could have been a pirate, but pirates didn’t belong on a plane. Eurus did, for it was all she had ever known and all she would ever know. Until, one day it would crash.

Tick-tick-tick-tick, boom!

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                                ❝ 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐰 

                                   𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭  𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝  𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐬 

                                   𝐬𝐢𝐱𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐱, 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 

                                   𝐚𝐧𝐝    𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫    𝐰𝐞    𝐠𝐨 ❞ 

a mostly canon portrayal of eurus holmes from bbc’s sherlock. penned by blossom. information and psd credit in bio.