𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐦𝐞𝐬.

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀❝ I cannot 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 without 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 . . .
⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀What else is there to live for? ❞

[𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐦𝐞𝐬. @sinceregenius]

— 𝑽𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔, 𝑺𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌 𝑯𝒐𝒍𝒎𝒆𝒔. 🪶 ⠀

⠀˗ˏˋ⠀Novel-inspired portrayal of Mr. Sherlock Holmes.

⠀˗ˏˋ⠀Modern & Historical roleplay.

| Literature RP | 21+ | ComradeQueer |

[𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐦𝐞𝐬. @sinceregenius]

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[Mr Holmes & Doctor Watson wish you Happy Pride! @holmeswatsonbot]

My friend and partner.

[𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐦𝐞𝐬. @sinceregenius]

'It must feel good for a cat to bite into cardboard'.

It feels good for humans, too. Many things are fairly easy to bite. Perhaps everyone should bite more objects.

[𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐦𝐞𝐬. @sinceregenius]

// Watson: I like eating balanced meals and going to the gym :)

The love of his life: I'm going to eat poison and dominate the bare-knuckle boxing underground fight club :)

I know he curses himself every night for his questionable taste in men

[𝗗𝗿. 𝗝𝗼𝗵𝗻 𝗪𝗮𝘁𝘀𝗼𝗻 @FidusMedicus]

A recent flare-up of an old rugby injury hasn’t stopped the doctor from continuing his hobby on the weekend. But he knows that he will have to work on building muscle in the area to support his body. The odd visit to the gym will now have to turn into a regular endeavour.

[WIBBLE BIBBLE @toensures]

can you sit normal bro damn

[𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐦𝐞𝐬. @sinceregenius]

@FidusMedicus "When have you known me to mince my words? If I no longer desired your company, I would say so."

Holmes slips one of his hands free in order to give Watson's wrist a squeeze.

"I don't recall ever saying as much."

[𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐦𝐞𝐬. @sinceregenius]

Watson:

[Louis Wain Archive @LouisWainBot]

'Cat at Work'

[𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐦𝐞𝐬. @sinceregenius]

- of age and tiredness, replaced instead with Holmes' natural ghostly pallour and mischievous youth.

"I can assure you that I have been perfectly well-behaved and agreeable today."

The smirk he sends Watson via the dressing table mirror is rascally at best.

[𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐦𝐞𝐬. @sinceregenius]

"Of course he has a name - he answers to 'Father'."

As if to illustrate his point, Holmes hooks his finger beneath the white dog collar and tugs it free to be carelessly tossed onto the dressing table.

"You'll be pleased to know that I have been enjoying an exercise in -

[𝗗𝗿. 𝗝𝗼𝗵𝗻 𝗪𝗮𝘁𝘀𝗼𝗻 @FidusMedicus]

“Don’t tell me that’s an actual bruise on your forehead, Holmes, or I’ll be rather upset.”

Watson said with a small huff, an expression of effort at the exertion of lifting up their fluffy little (big) intruder.

The B.S.C. let out a small whine that could only be compared —

[𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐦𝐞𝐬. @sinceregenius]

- /disguise/ rather than combat, Watson. Observe."

It takes only a moment for Holmes to soak a cotton pad in the bowl of hot water, before all of his cuts and bruises are being smudged away as if they never existed in the first instance.

Off, too, come the subtle marks -

[𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐦𝐞𝐬. @sinceregenius]

Excellent.

[WikiVictorian @wikivictorian]

Ambrotype portrait of a raccoon on a chair. Photographed between 1855-60.

[𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐦𝐞𝐬. @sinceregenius]

Ate too many of Mrs Hudson's ( terrible ) biscuits in an attempt to make her feel better.

The stabbing sensation he is currently experiencing in his chest is worse than at least seven of the poisons he's previously willingly taken.

[𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐦𝐞𝐬. @sinceregenius]

@FidusMedicus If Holmes had a tail, it would wag - as it stood, he could only smile down at Watson as if watching one of his most favoured experiments. Quietly fascinated.

"No, actually, because you become terribly grouchy when I interrupt your writing process."

[𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐦𝐞𝐬. @sinceregenius]

- smelling faintly of lavender.

"Come and say goodbye to the vicar."

[𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐦𝐞𝐬. @sinceregenius]

Holmes, already sat at his dressing table, robe sleeves folded up to the elbow, casts a pleased, sidelong glance at Watson.

"Come in, doctor. And don't forget your accomplice."

Meaning the fat cat, obviously.

A large, steaming bowl of water already waits atop the table, -

[𝗗𝗿. 𝗝𝗼𝗵𝗻 𝗪𝗮𝘁𝘀𝗼𝗻 @FidusMedicus]

That will do. And by the sound of the laboured pitter-pattering echoing from down the hall, they will be having a special guest over also.

Said guest is now standing expectantly at the doctor’s feet, waiting to be hoisted up like a wrecking ball.

[𝗗𝗿. 𝗝𝗼𝗵𝗻 𝗪𝗮𝘁𝘀𝗼𝗻 @FidusMedicus]

|| average lestrade watson conversation

[𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐦𝐞𝐬. @sinceregenius]

Not tea, no, but at Holmes' dressing table, if that suits?

The sooner he is out of the makeup, the sooner he will become amicable again.

[𝗗𝗿. 𝗝𝗼𝗵𝗻 𝗪𝗮𝘁𝘀𝗼𝗻 @FidusMedicus]

Forgive him Father, for he has sinned.

Perhaps he could give his confession over tea?

[𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐦𝐞𝐬. @sinceregenius]

Can an innocent man not relinquish his heavenly duties in peace?

Does the good Doctor require his sins to be heard as a matter of urgency?

[𝗗𝗿. 𝗝𝗼𝗵𝗻 𝗪𝗮𝘁𝘀𝗼𝗻 @FidusMedicus]

Wasn’t sure he was home. Called his name, only to discover that he had slipped into his room unnoticed to take off the day’s disguise.

[𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐦𝐞𝐬. @sinceregenius]

It may be late, but Holmes is off out to feed the crows.

/Someone/ has to do it.

[𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐦𝐞𝐬. @sinceregenius]

@FidusMedicus Holmes' smile flattened into something more quietly pleased, like a contented cat as he flexed his long fingers.

"Perhaps later, if we're feeling up to it. I understand that you have an article to finish first, if I'm not mistaken."