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"It's an evolutionary imperative."

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loki-frostgiant replied to your post “loki-frostgiant replied to your post “ and Just did the theme and gifs…”

//I’m glad it made you a little happier :3 And great use of a Tallahassee gif.

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I’m a gif master diggidy-dog, yo.

Oh yeah? xD -cries from laughter-

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Lady gif mastery of shit people never see on here because fuck you I’m that awesome and conceded.

I love that gif. I loves it. And that’s alright, if I could do such things I’d probably be a bit of the same way xD

Can’t touch this gif master

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loki-frostgiant replied to your post “loki-frostgiant replied to your post “ and Just did the theme and gifs…”

//I’m glad it made you a little happier :3 And great use of a Tallahassee gif.

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I’m a gif master diggidy-dog, yo.

Oh yeah? xD -cries from laughter-

Lady gif mastery of shit people never see on here because fuck you I’m that awesome and conceded.

loki-frostgiant replied to your post “loki-frostgiant replied to your post “ and Just did the theme and gifs…”

//I’m glad it made you a little happier :3 And great use of a Tallahassee gif.

I’m a gif master diggidy-dog, yo.

loki-frostgiant replied to your post “ and Just did the theme and gifs and shit for my old Sherlock blog….”

//I hope your legs heal nicely soon, not for your mom but for you. I also wish the best for you darling.

 and Just did the theme and gifs and shit for my old Sherlock blog. Come and play. Sylar muse is still missing 

Also why I really need to rp before I get massivly triggered: I crashed mom’s car yesterday GOING TO PICK MY DAD UP FRO MA CARE CENTER HE’S BEEN IN FOR MONTHS. Fucking deer on road after coming up a hill to pick my dad up. Ford is a bit fucked up-I got a gash on my leg that won’t stop bleeding/is sore-and a dent and some bruises on my other leg and both hurt so fucking bad. AND YET my mom is still on ym fucking case about a job even though I can’t fucking go/walk anywhere now. like, wtf bitch. I understand she’s a bit pissed about her car-but I went into shock-ME! I never do that; After it happened and just-She’s pissed my dad gave me some of his pain pills for this massive pain cause I’m clean and we both just started at her like-are you seriously wanting to see your daghter do your fucking work in this much pain? Like, I can barely walk without wanting to crumble from it-and this is coming form someone who has five dogs, two horses, and can take pain and more hits and do more work than most men.

Like a wolf in the distance. His animal eyes ripped through the darkness right at me.

『ᴺᴱᵂ ᶠᴼᴸᴸᴼᵂᴱᴿˁ』

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"Oh joy, the British are coming." He said sarcastically with a roll of his eyes. "If he’s so concerned, than tell him to either come face me himself or fucking get over it. I don’t give two rats ass’ about the government-if he knows my file he shouldn’t worry."

"If he weren’t so busy with work," Joanna explained, digging into her military experience to remain calm, "He would’ve come himself. Though…despite my opinion, he believes you may be of some use to him. He wants me to offer you a job."

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"Of course he does. They always do. It takes a super villain to do the governments dirty work. Says a lot about you lot, actually." He snarked, shaking his head. "And what exactly would this job be?"

"Watch your tongue. My employer may be interested, I’d rather shoot you down here and now. Now then, as much as I hate to admit it…you could think of yourself as a hired gun. It’d be pay on commission, there’s certain people that my employer would like taken care of that he feels my sniping skills aren’t meant for," Jo explained with a true distaste in her mouth.
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That pissed him off. Standing up and staring down at her, his face set. “If you’ve read my file you should know bullets don’t do anything to me. I am not some hired thug. I have the ability to turn things into gold, so have money whenever I need it. But do not lump me with fools like you-I don’t care for cash or praise from wanna-be kings. Tell Mycroft; Yes, I know who he is-that if he wants me than he better have something more interesting than money.”

I’m off this blog for awhile and come back to like- 1,860 followers, replies, and on like six peoples ‘follow forevers’. 

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Sylar raised a brow some, amused at the fact Sherlock almost instantly figured out that he uses an alias. Took the FBI weeks after they finally got a lead from a dying victim. “Who I was is not who I am. A different name for a different man. Might as well be my real name.”

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At the second part, he couldn’t help but smile. Ever the scientist, wishing to know the unknown. Not really taking a side in the battles of good and evil. Adorable. “Considering nothing can technically harm me, I may be inclined to agree. But how do I know you won’t give the information away to your brother-or anyone else for that matter?”

"Makes sense, I suppose. If it doesn’t fit, it doesn’t fit. Out of curiosity what is your original name, anyway? I’d imagine it’s something horribly uninteresting."

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Sherlock scowled when questioned about his curiosity. As if he would ever give Mycroft information willingly, “I wouldn’t give my brother anything, he’s always had the upper hand. He was the smarter son, always knew something I didn’t, always followed all the orders, ‘oh, no problems with Mycroft!’ Besides, last time he gave me someone to find information about, I became the government’s biggest security leak so he would be inclined to ask me anything of that nature for some time.” His resentment was obvious, “as for giving information to other people, I would only do that if it was beneficial to me which it obviously isn’t considering you’d probably kill me. I’m not stupid.”

"I’m sensing some tension with your brother." He snickered, it being so obvious-even without intuitive aptitude. Running a finger over his lips for a few moments in thought, he finally gave a shrug. "Alright-I know you aren’t an idiot and I have an ability that can tell me if you’re lying; So, I guess if you want to do some experiments I don’t see why not. Watching you could be entertaining if anything."

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"Oh joy, the British are coming." He said sarcastically with a roll of his eyes. "If he’s so concerned, than tell him to either come face me himself or fucking get over it. I don’t give two rats ass’ about the government-if he knows my file he shouldn’t worry."

"If he weren’t so busy with work," Joanna explained, digging into her military experience to remain calm, "He would’ve come himself. Though…despite my opinion, he believes you may be of some use to him. He wants me to offer you a job."

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"Of course he does. They always do. It takes a super villain to do the governments dirty work. Says a lot about you lot, actually." He snarked, shaking his head. "And what exactly would this job be?"

you saw me as a hero?

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"Annnd the penny drops." He grinned as he read Sherlock’s thoughts on his face. It was interesting and amusing to see the moment he put everything together. It was a much needed distraction from the madness in his mind.

Raising his hand, he used telekinesis to lift an apple up and bring it to his opened hand. 

"At least that tells me they still have no idea what my name even is yet. Bunch of idiots the coppers-even here in England. Too easy, too easy."

He bit into the apple and smirked as he chewed. “Forbiddion fruit… My favorite.” 

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Settling his primarily possession on it’s rightful place, the detective slowly sat down by his armchair once more, still holding the wooden bow nevertheless. A pale hand reached for the inside of his blazer, withdrawing a small handkerchief to clean said bow that was covered with a small evidences of dust, a smirk playing on his lips at Sylar’s affirmations, even chuckling ever so softly. 

"Oh God’s sake, cut them some slag. It’s not the Yard’s fault they employ such inept minds. It is rather pitiful nonetheless." 

Cerulean hues observed the levitating piece of fruit with the mildest of intrigue           truly compelling to the logical faculty. A rush of thoughts began to formulate on Sherlock’s mind, ludicrous ideas regarding the serial killer when comparing him to the various individuals he, himself, confronted throughout the years. And in all honesty, the detective would say he was one of the most abstruse puzzles he came across with.

"Or perhaps your capability to hide is simply too grand for them to keep track of you. To which I wouldn’t be surprised. Mm…" He hummed as his gaze fell downwards ever so slowly to lay on the bow, the smirk gradually fading."Perhaps I should tell them. Give them a few data. But I suppose that wouldn’t assist them in any way." 

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"It might-but it would only serve to piss me off which usually ends in a few government buildings and operations blowing up and ending." He said with a shrug as he took another bite of the apple. It wasn’t showing off-it was the honest to God truth. 

"As long as government and cop fools leave me be-I leave them be. Taken a decade or so, but people are starting to get the hint." That was showing off a bit. 

And honestly, the way the other was talking-how couldn’t he? Someone who could FINALLY appreciate what he does without condescending him, degrading his morals, or trying to prove a point by being better or something. GOD, did that always get old; Those trying to say they weren’t scared or saying they could beat him. 

Like he ever gave a fuck. If he wanted to scare or kill someone-he would. Why people always try to make it seem like he’s ALWAYS trying to prove that point will never cease to irk him.

"Flattery will get you everywhere, sweetheart. Though my capabilities to stay off the radar of those hunting me is well known, it’s more for the fact I just don’t have time to deal with those I want nothing to do with. They either think I’m making a point or going to try and make a point by being the first to capture me. Fucking adorable."