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Erik @lecadavrevivant.bsky.social · 26/04/2026

Scribbles, why do all of your interactions with @sigynsetfree.bsky.social revolve around tea?

Erik @lecadavrevivant.bsky.social · 17/04/2026

@tookmypulse.bsky.social It had been an age since he’d last stood at this doorstep. He’d taken a trip on the damned floating tea chest across the channel, and here he was. Loitering on her doorstep in Belgravia, with a simple request. ‘Be gentle with me?’

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Erik @lecadavrevivant.bsky.social · 17/04/2026

@samsonegypt.bsky.social He had known him before he allowed himself to admit it. It was not the face—time had had its way with that—but the shape of him. The way the man stood as though the ground must negotiate with him. As though strength was not effort, but fact.

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Erik @lecadavrevivant.bsky.social · 13/03/2026

The pain began as a whisper. Erik recognised it before it fully arrived. His body had always been a treacherous instrument—too sensitive, too sharp, every nerve like a violin string drawn a little too tight.

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Erik @lecadavrevivant.bsky.social · 09/03/2026

It had been several days since the fayre had arrived; its sights, garish colours and sounds spilling from the square. Children laughed and played as mothers haggled with stall holders trying for the best price for their wares.

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Erik @lecadavrevivant.bsky.social · 24/09/2025

Is this what you wanted to see?

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Erik @lecadavrevivant.bsky.social · 27/08/2025

Quite possibly. I have found it happens occasionally.

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Erik @lecadavrevivant.bsky.social · 26/08/2025

‪Silence rang out through the Opéra Populaire. The corps de ballet still slept soundly in their beds, and the front of house staff had not yet arrived to start their day.‬

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Erik @lecadavrevivant.bsky.social · 17/06/2025

A sharp crack reverberated through the crisp January air, shortly followed by a burning, stinging pain across his shoulders. Erik awoke with a start. His pained breath was clearly visible, rapidly condensing into clouds as he groped around the floor for his mask.

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Erik @lecadavrevivant.bsky.social · 28/05/2025

@beautifulbutevil.bsky.social The man stood beside him in the searing heat, in his hands a shade and a tray of afternoon tea. He had been stripped of his favoured mask, the little hair he had had been shaved and his wrist bore a new brand, still raw.

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Erik @lecadavrevivant.bsky.social · 16/04/2025

Breathe… breathe, Erik. You’re okay…

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Irene Adler @tookmypulse.bsky.social · 10/11/2024

Irene Adler aka The Woman (Restarting Account) ⛓️Irene Adler, Professional Dominatrix ⛓️#BBCSherlock, #SherlockRP ⛓️MultiVerse and Multiple Ship ⛓️Writer not new to writing Irene Adler ⛓️Writer over 30, minors do not interact ⛓️Do not respond to pinned More info ⬇️⬇️⬇️

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Erik @lecadavrevivant.bsky.social · 11/04/2025

After all these years.. still, she torments me.

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Erik @lecadavrevivant.bsky.social · 31/03/2025

It’s been too long. My apologies.

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Adam || Parody @onlytheadagio.bsky.social · 25/12/2024

// Permanent starter call. Give a ♥️ for a short starter. Detailed replies to follow. 21+ writers only.

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Erik @lecadavrevivant.bsky.social · 15/12/2024

@samsonegypt.bsky.social “Samson?” A hiss in the darkness. “SAMSON!”

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Erik @lecadavrevivant.bsky.social · 24/11/2024

‪Silence rang out through the Opéra Populaire. The corps de ballet still slept soundly in their beds, and the front of house staff had not yet arrived to start their day.‬

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Erik @lecadavrevivant.bsky.social · 23/11/2024

@cursedbymarch.bsky.social “Ah! I must say, it is nice to see a somewhat familiar face.”

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Erik @lecadavrevivant.bsky.social · 23/11/2024

“She wanted an Angel of Music . . . I couldn't hope to be a man to her, I couldn't ever be a real, breathing, living man waking at her side and reaching out for her . . . But I could be her angel.” •RP •Detailed •10+ years experience •21+ •OCs/Crossovers welcome •#Phantom •#MVRP

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