"I'm not a schizophrenic, I'm a high-functioning multiple; do your research." Proud member of the Holmesless Network.
My name is Wesley Mercer and I am a Multiple.
To keep things organized and as simple as possible I will tag posts according to who is creating them.
//This is a Sherlock OC RP blog for Wesley "Mercy" Mercer. Tag posts as #WesleyandCompany. Mun and Muse are of age. TW: suicide, self harm, depression, anxiety, multiple personalities.//
//This is it guys! This is as good as it’s going to get today. Deal with it. =I//
I made this meet the mun video for my general oc, but it applies here as well!
HAPPY MUNDAY GUYS~
Mitch Albom, The Five People You Meet in Heaven
“You are very lucky your mun doesn’t annoy you like mine.” Sherlock muttered at Wesley, a deep sigh leaving his body as his shoulders drop in defeat.
“Yeah, well, then that’s fine then…” Alex shrugged then his eyes light up as he pointed up in the air. “Is that it!?” He yelled, skipping a bit.
“He means well,” Wesley murmured, patting Sherlock’s arm. “I don’t think it is entirely fair for you to judge him.”
Sara squinted a bit, her gaze following Alex’s finger.
“I think so..”
“I hope it’s not far, I don’t like walking.” Alex groaned, shoulders dropping. “Are we gonna have to carry bags too… Cause I don’t know how I feel about that.”
Sherlock moved faster to be next to Wesley cause his headache was getting worst next to his mun.
“Don’t fret, Alex, it’s only a few blocks down around the corner!” Wesley assured him, lofting a brow at Sherlock as he matched his pace to hers.
“Between the four of us, carrying the bags won’t be an issue.”
Alex shrugged, rolling his lips in to contain his grin. “Okay, okay. Sorry, we need to go shopping. Where is Tesco? Sherlock doesn’t remember.” He groaned.
“I deleted it, it’s not important to know since I don’t eat much. Plus Wesley and John does the shopping.”
“My dick it ain’t important. What if zombies came? You need to know where the food is at, Sherlock.”
Sherlock looked at the young man, “Do you even listen to yourself?”
“Boys!” Wesley warned sternly. “I’ll lead the way,” she replied with a sigh, it wasn’t the first time her employer had deleted a location.
Sara smiled and high-fived Alex for having his priorities straight.
“HE STARTED IT! This is not my fault at all, okay. And this is Sherlock we are talking about, Wes, how does he function with normal people anyways? He doesn’t.”
“Oh, like you’re one to talk. Things I know about you, doesn’t make you any more normal than I.”
“Deduce me, motherfucker, I don’t hide shiiiiiit.”
“Oh… Sara, how do you enjoy spending time with him?”
The two females just shake their heads in unison, Wesley pinching the bridge of her nose while Sara just frowned in mild annoyance.
“Oh hush, Sherlock; Alex is lovely.”
“And Alex, don’t bully Sherlock! Honestly.”
Boys.
“Tell him to stop being dull, then.”
“Oh, ouch, that hurts. Tell him to stop, guys. I’m a sensitive boy.”
“Both you you need to…”
“Is it really so difficult for the two of you to be civil? I mean honestly! How do the two of you even function?!”
“Hey, that was totally not sexist…” The mun pouted at Wes.
“Just ignore him, I do that all the time.” Sherlock sighed, tiredly.
“Sherlock,” Wes chidded. “Don’t be rude! He is your mun after all!”
“Don’t worry Alex, she was just joking; Wes knows you’re not sexist.”
Daxter, Aronaxx’s brother.
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sociopathic--tendencies said: "/Hey, Sherlock and I are gonna go food shopping. And I bet you ladies know how to do it better than us... Mind helping?/" |
“That sounds vaguely sexist…”
“HELL YEAH! Grocery shopping is my thing!”