If I’m to come back from a hiatus (which I really want to do), I’m going to have to cancel some threads. Right now I’ve got a lot on my plate, but message me if you want to keep our plot going. I’ll place our threads on a priority list, and the rest will be terminated or put on hiatus until the owners get back to me.

thatelusivewoman:

I’ll reblog this a few times during the course of the week to make sure that everyone sees it.

My hiatus will officially be over on May 15th, giving you ten days to message me.

Thank you all for hanging in here. I am going to make a comeback. Below the cut I will be keeping a list of threads that are to be kept.

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Sherlock AU - A Special Message

Sherlock is unready to face his friend, so he asks Irene for a favour with a little help from ear pieces and cameras.

notquiteasociopath asked: ☏, ☎, ✉ Feel free to make them texts if that's easier for you.

☏ An IC letter that gets sent

Mr Holmes,

I assume you still have my phone? I would like it back.

Sooner rather than later, if you can manage it.

Yours,

The Woman

☎ An IC letter that doesn’t get sent

Mr Holmes Sherlock,

When you wake, I’ll be gone.

It’s better this way.

Yours,

Irene Adler The Woman

✉ OOC letter Mun-to-Mun

Hey you, you fantastic person!

First of all, I’m really glad I met you. Ridiculously glad. You a a phenomenal, hilarious, attractive, wonderful, beautiful person and you have an equally beautiful soul. 

If something ever happened to you, I would be devastated. Also, we still have to go to prom and then ditch prom to solve crimes!

You’re radtastic! And don’t you dare ever change.

nina-fortner:

Send me a ☏ for an IC letter that gets sent.

Send me a ☎ for an IC letter that doesn’t get sent.

Send me a ✆ for an OOC letter to your character.

Send me a ✉ for an OOC letter to you! Mun to Mun.

I’ll begin with something easy.

If I’m to come back from a hiatus (which I really want to do), I’m going to have to cancel some threads. Right now I’ve got a lot on my plate, but message me if you want to keep our plot going. I’ll place our threads on a priority list, and the rest will be terminated or put on hiatus until the owners get back to me.

I’ll reblog this a few times during the course of the week to make sure that everyone sees it.

My hiatus will officially be over on May 15th, giving you ten days to message me.

Thank you all for hanging in here. I am going to make a comeback. Below the cut I will be keeping a list of threads that are to be kept.

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With A Bang || Irene & Sherlock

notquiteasociopath:

It took a strong woman to make any sort of success at this sort of life, and he knew he shouldn’t have doubted her; Irene was, undoubtedly, a strong woman. She was an executive woman, quick of tongue and something of an enigma to the men who came into contact with her. It was part of the charm that Sherlock had fallen for in the first place, if he were truly honest with himself (which he wasn’t - he never was). 

Sherlock felt himself smile, though didn’t look at her, continuing to gaze out the window. It would have been quite impossible for one man, within the limited sphere of human action, to follow all of Irene’s mad schemes, but in the end, he knew that he would act upon at least some of her suggestions. She was a woman that demanded respect, and Sherlock, despite all his previous feelings toward the intellectual capacity of women, respected her.

He was a hard man toward those who didn’t know him, and even perhaps toward his own friends; grasping, determined, ambitious. But he wasn’t cruel, and he wasn’t stupid.

“John was usually the one creating the distractions.” Past tense - it had only been less than a month, and already John had become so distant to him. But he recalled Irene, nude but for a pair of heels and his own coat, the smoke detector going off overhead. “But I believe I can muster up something. Though why you’re relocating the body rather than merely destroying it is beyond me. I you do change your mind about that, I recommend using a base rather than an acid.”

He leaned his head against the window, feeling the car rumble over the pebbles of the asphalt. 

 Strength was less important than determination as far as Irene Adler was concerned. It had taken all of the resolve she could muster to become the woman that currently shared a car with the consulting detective; no small amount of sacrifice and courage was required to claw her way from being a rising opera star to something even less practical. Not every woman could boast surviving three political scandals and coming out on top each time.

Her schemes were dangerous at best and they required the kind of person who thought little of their own safety and more of the goal ahead. Whatever Irene did was to secure her future, to make sure that she wouldn’t ever have to endure the shame and uncertainty of poverty – that was, to Irene, a fate worse than death. Every move she made was calculated to ensure her protection and it had shaped her into the cold, cunning woman who had initially intrigued Sherlock Holmes.

There were drawbacks to her demeanor, of course, and one of those happened to be the fact that she couldn’t easily empathize with people. The loss of John was something she understood, but it wasn’t something that she focused on – she didn’t need to know that he made distractions, but she could offer a small smile toward Sherlock. She needed his help and it wouldn’t benefit to admit that she though it best that he forget John just as she had tried to forget Kate… really it was impossible.

“Somebody needs the body,” she explained calmly, “and they’ll pick it up after we’ve disposed of it.” As she turned onto the exit ramp and leaned back comfortably in her seat, Irene gave something of a sigh. “There’s an amount of uncertainty that I’m not comfortable with, but… we need the file that I’m going to be taking, so we aren’t in the position to refuse.”

She allowed a few beats of silence before she merged into another lane and clicked her tongue. “Eventually you and I will have to leave New Jersey. Where would you like to go?” It seemed strange that she was considering Sherlock’s wants, but what seemed even more foreign was the fact that she was prepared to follow him blindly to whatever location he chose. Even the idea that she was willing to follow him was strange, though she tried to push that thought from her mind in favor of something more objective. “It may be best to follow Jim’s syndicate, though … I’m supposing you don’t have many leads.”

it-is-just-the-solar-system caught your eye.

it-is-just-the-solar-system:

He looked at the woman, squinting his eyes unnoticed. Ah, indeed, Miss Adler wasn’t here too long. Even fresher complexion. North or west. Imperceptible smile appeared on the lips of detective.

“Scandals, indeed. How could I forget about them. Undressing for idiots, for their money. Uh, useful occupation. Ordinary life can be so boring.” He said sarcastically, returning to the previous steps. “Oh, surely you’ve been looking for me. Another superfluous fun? Laptop this time, or maybe you have another code for me. This time it will be a train schedule? Oh, Miss Irene, please try to get something more complicated.” He replied coldly, raising an eyebrow significantly.

 

It didn’t particularly surprise Irene that Sherlock was looking for a game, but she did go an extra step to assume that he was bored. Not only had he refused to wait for her to offer a chase, but he had gone as far as to assume that she did bring him some for of amusement — wishful thinking, perhaps.

“Are you really so one-sided as to think that I do something like my work for the money?” She quirked a brow, fought a grin and took a single step forward, “Perhaps I enjoy it, Mr. Holmes. Did you ever pause to think of that?”

There was a grain of truth behind her words, but he had been right for the most part. Her clients would never be considered more than slaves to the mortal coil — Irene couldn’t make friends with people who had an affinity for something so boring.

“I don’t have a game for you, Sherlock,” she answered, “but I was rather hoping to catch up. Is that too much to ask?”