Post reblogged from The Blood Red Angel with 43 notes
Please let Kaeyla know she is loved.
She texted me goodbye and has been saying things to make me think she’s suicidal.
Please let her know she is loved so very much and that people care about her.
Phone number under the cut
US only, sorry.
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Post reblogged from Immoral, with 4 notes
ashadowofadetective started following you.
-He looks at the books on the floor, picking them up first before even looking at the man. He looks thinner than one might, his face pallid. He gives a faint smile before nodding to the man.-
It seems that you have the wrong man. Sherlock Holmes, no. He died, a suicide, remember? Jacob Smith is my name.
-He offers a hand, eyes sweeping, deducing from the librarian.-
[OOC: I seem to follow you on all of my accounts, I swear.]
Not Sherlock? Well, that’s weird. I wasn’t aware he actually had a twin brother or, by some impossible chance, you two just look really similar. Are you trying to make a fool out of me? -Arthur looks curious, but he takes the man’s hand either way, giving it a firm shake before bending down to pick up the books and its spilled contents.- But, alright, Jacob Smith, let’s say it’s a pleasure meeting you. -The man rises, sliding the books to the table, the heavy load landing with a thump. He caught the man’s eyes wandering around him and immediately he came to the conclusion that the famed detective or this ‘Jacob Smith’ was deducing him. Feeling suddenly exposed, he leaned himself against the table, hands folded behind his back as to hide the untanned ring mark on his finger from where his wedding ring had used to be. Or, rather, wedding rings.- Something I can do you for or should I just allow you to keep studying me?
No, I seem to be hiding from a woman. -He chuckles and slips one of the books on the table, opening it.- Voltaire? But you’re more of a history professor, not English. -He eyes him before setting the book down, finally letting himself relax and set into a smile.- I may not be who I am but Sherlock Holmes is dead. Plain and simple.
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Post reblogged from Immoral, with 4 notes
ashadowofadetective started following you.
Need help with something? -Arthur gets up from his seat and cradles a few book in his arms to put away. In one motion, he turns from where he stood, only to find himself completely caught off guard, nearly dropping all his books to the floor.- Sherlock? Sherlock Holmes, isn’t it? -The man smiles warmly to him, surprise clear in his voice.- Well, why are you here? It’s a pleasure to meet you!
-He looks at the books on the floor, picking them up first before even looking at the man. He looks thinner than one might, his face pallid. He gives a faint smile before nodding to the man.-
It seems that you have the wrong man. Sherlock Holmes, no. He died, a suicide, remember? Jacob Smith is my name.
-He offers a hand, eyes sweeping, deducing from the librarian.-
[OOC: I seem to follow you on all of my accounts, I swear.]
Source: consceleratus
Post reblogged from The Woman with 11 notes
….. Afraid not.
*She sighs* I had a feeling you would say that.
-smiles sadly- I’m breathing.
Always a good thing, darling.
Is it?
Source: ashadowofadetective
Post reblogged from ~Tell me more~ with 4 notes
leftthebloodstainsonthecarpet:
leftthebloodstainsonthecarpet:
leftthebloodstainsonthecarpet replied to your post: Three weeks in my flat and I am just fine.
Daddy…Hello my darling. What’s wrong?
You’re making me worried. Worried equals stress, which is bad! -pats large baby bump-
You’re so big! -smiles more- You haven’t even been conceived and I’m watching my grand daughter grow inside you.
-faint smile- I got married too, so don’t worry about that. -kisses his cheek awkwardly- How are you doing, Daddy?
I’m doing very well, please don’t worry.
Source: ashadowofadetective
Post reblogged from The Woman with 11 notes
….. Afraid not.
*She sighs* I had a feeling you would say that.
-smiles sadly- I’m breathing.
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misireneadler replied to your post: ooc
((‘cause you’re lovely))
[lies and slander.]
Post reblogged from The Woman with 11 notes
You better be.Come now Irene, don’t get angry. -smirks-
I’d say concern is the more accurate term.
My body is more than fine, Irene.
I would much rather hear that from a doctor, Sherlock.
Then get a doctor.
Does that mean you’ll let me take you to see a doctor?
….. Afraid not.
Source: ashadowofadetective
Post reblogged from ~Tell me more~ with 4 notes
leftthebloodstainsonthecarpet:
Daddy…Hello my darling. What’s wrong?
You’re making me worried. Worried equals stress, which is bad! -pats large baby bump-
You’re so big! -smiles more- You haven’t even been conceived and I’m watching my grand daughter grow inside you.
Source: ashadowofadetective
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