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this blog is going on hiatus for a little while

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SHIPPING CALL!

this is a call for anyone that would like to ship ,    i would love to develop some relationships for my jim so if you’re happy to ship with my moriarty i will either tailor a starter to this or will approach you about how we can go about it .    i don’t ship everything in the world ,    but if you’re interested please just give this a like ,   it will be good fun to look into and i would love to know who wants to give it a go with the criminal ass .

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The sound of another gunshot makes him FLINCH - as if he thinks someone is coming back to FINISH THE JOB. Instead, it hits Moriarty in his leg. A shot that could have EASILY hit him in the head or some other vital point. They want Moriarty ALIVE. He’s not the target, Moriarty is.

Even in so much pain, Sherlock’s mind STILL WORKS QUICKLY. Even through the pain, he can still deduce the things around him. The bullet is still lodged into his body and it HURTS. The pain is AGONIZING.

He can’t fight Moriarty as he drags him out into the open so that Mycroft can find them. A few seconds later and the car HALTS beside them. The blood loss is affecting him, he’s feeling weaker, he’ll pass out soon if he doesn’t FIGHT.

The words Moriarty spoke is only met with a grunt of pain. He can’t do anything but let himself be taken from Jim’s arms and into the car. “Moriarty…..he’s the ….” He doesn’t get the words out before he hears the commotion, the way Moriarty cries out. They’re taking him.

“No, no, no!” He’s quick to sit up, go for the door so that he can get out and help his lover but arms pull him back. He tries to FIGHT but he’s weak and sluggish like this - he’s HELPLESS.

          it was  h o u r s  before he finally woke up , body feeling weak ,    feeling tired ,     head heavy as he opened his eyes  &&  looked up .    but the face he found was not one of sherlock ,    but of the older brother whom he greatly despised in that moment .    it was his fault that all of this had happened ,    his fault that sherlock had gotten  h u r t  ,    rage nearly blinded him as he tried to leap at the taller man only to realise that bindings kept him well  &&  truly in place .              ‘ my brother is  d e a d -------   ‘ mycroft stated those words with pain in his voice ,     something that made jim’s eyes look up to him in disbelief at first ,    but mycroft’s face didn’t seem to be lying to him in that moment .      ‘ if you had stopped this foolish game long ago this wouldn’t have come .     but it seems we are long past this now .    i’ll leave you a while to your thoughts .    ‘      mycroft left the room  &&  sighed , fingers running through his hair as he wandered to another room ,    his brother residing in the hospital bed ,   very much alive considering what he had told moriarty ,    but that was very much the point now .    he had to keep his brother safe  &&  out of danger ,    that meant lying to him ,    lying to the both of them in that moment so that sherlock would be safe .      he was to lead his brother to also believe that moriarty was dead ,    that is was for the best ,    &&  over following years he would work on moriarty ,    work on his mind until there was no care left ,    ready for him to create cases for sherlock again .                  ‘ i truly am sorry brother , truly . ‘

#scciopath #{{ so this was more myc that moriarty }} #{{ but i needed you to see where this is going }} #{{ cause im dying for when they meet again after thinking the other dead }}

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scciopath‌:

This entire thing was odd from start to finish. He knew something was odd, Jim was up to something, especially with him taking his hand and getting all lovey-dovey on him. They’ve never been one to show affection in SO MANY WORDS.

Jim drops down to one knee and Sherlock’s eyes widen in surprise because of it. It’s so UNEXPECTED. So very unlike Jim. Was this some sort of Joke? No, Moriarty looks SERIOUS - this isn’t he’s joking about it.

“If you know how I feel about it then why put me in this position?” He doesn’t know what to do, a part of him wants to say yes, the other part of him doesn’t think it makes sense. But nothing about their relationship makes sense, does it? “…..Is this something that’s really important to you?”

               it wasn’t a no , something jim had to remind himself of in that moment ,     but it was also far from a yes that he had perhaps hoped for .    the idea of marriage had never really been something jim had considered to being integral to what they had ,  but a part of his mind wanted it so dearly ,    to have a band on sherlock’s finger ,    to know that it meant sherlock was well  &&  truly his .     {    but the reluctance in sherlock’s voice made him realise he had probably made an error in doing this     }       a slight pang in his chest ,    feeling quite like an  i d i o t  in that single moment .        ‘ it was something i wanted to do , though it seems i miscalculated how it would go . ‘    jim stated with a slight sigh .    the idiocy he currently felt made him want to go flying from the room at that moment ,   he didn’t quite want to face the air that currently lingered there between them now .      ‘ but i wanted to ask you ,     despite knowing it would go this way at the slight chance you would perhaps say yes ,    even just to wear the band upon your hand ----------    i suppose it means something to my mind . ‘

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rwtsn‌:

a   meeting  ,  she  was  going  to  a  meeting. she  still  wasn’t  sure  what  this  meeting  was  about  ,  but  it  seemed  urgent  in  the  message  she  got.  well  ,  at  least   it  wasn’t  raining  for  once.  hands  shoved  in  her  jacket  pocket  as  she  made  her  way  to  where  she  was  going  for  this  meeting.  just  play  it  COOL  ,  rosie  ,  everything  willbe  fine.  the  thought  running  through  her  mind.  if  you’re  calm  you’llbe  fine.

making  her  way  into  theroom  where  the  meeting  was,  her  eyes  watched  the  other.”james  MORIARTY??”rosie  repeated  ,  the  name  seemed  familar  but  she  couldn’t  work  out  why. “i  don’t  think  everyone  has  a  little  DARKNESS  in  them.  that  is   a  strong  opinion. anyway  ,  i’m  waffling.”nervous  maybe??   she  wasn’t  sure. “i’m  rosie  watson  ,  but  you  already  know  that.“ hand  held  out  in  front  of  her.  isn’t  that  what  you  do  at  meetings.”what’s  this  meeting  about??  if  it’s  about  the  application  i  sent  of  to  help  out  in  the  vervet  monkey  foundation  ,  i’ve  changed  my  mind.  probably  will reapply next  year.”

               jim had to resist rolling his eyes , did she really believe this was about some application that she’d sent in ,    that he would waste him time on something like that .    though perhaps his name didn’t hold much meaning to her ,     now that was highly disappointing to him ,     had he not been the greatest chase that john  &&  sherlock had ,    had he really become that forgettable now .       {     that disgruntled him highly     }       how dare he be forgotten .           ‘ you seem nervous , though i don’t see why ?     have i given you any reason to be nervous ? ‘      his voice sang out ,    amusement clear in his voice at the reaction he had garnered without the girl knowing who he even was .     ‘ as i said ,     i believe everyone has a bit of darkness in them ,     even someone like you ,     push the right buttons   &&   it all comes flooding out . ‘

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strangerinourmidst‌:

He let out a huff of laughter. Pushed fingers through his hair. Dropped Jim’s gaze to look past him, at the window, at the door, then back. It was a strange thing, to know one’s been manipulated, to know one’s being manipulated, and going along with it anyway.  At least he’d made Jim happy. His hand feel to Jim’s. He traced his brother’s knuckles, for a moment, then sighed and fiddled with the cuff of the neat suit. He knew the fidgeting annoyed Jim. It was on Rich’s list, to stop. Eventually. “I don’t want to kill people,” Rich warned. As if Jim didn’t already know.

             jim relaxed as fingers brushed over his knuckles ,    lips ever remaining in a small smile even with the words that rich gave ,    no of course his brother wouldn’t kill ,    but that was why they had snipers ,    why they had the people that would openly get their hands dirty to keep both his ,    &&  his brother’s clean .      {     but that didn’t mean that a death wouldn’t be his fault mind    }      but jim himself didn’t kill with his own hands ,     or at least he hadn’t in quite some time now .           ‘ i don’t expect you to , we have people to do the dirty work for us .                i’m glad you want a role in all of this ,      i’ve been waiting . ‘

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The boldness paid off. He knew it would- at the very least, the option to use him as some representative was an interesting one. Still, Rich couldn’t help the way he tensed at his brother’s look. He studied the man, open, nervous, just to double-check that he wasn’t angry. Rich was already working for Jim. Had been with him, like this, for a long while already. Had stopped drinking for him, was learning languages for him, was turning a blind eye to all the increasingly horrible things he did and ordered doing. He still sometimes felt like his brother was a stranger.

Rich did what he was told, obedient. He pushed himself from where he was leaning and made his way to Jim’s desk, fingers immediately falling to drum against the surface, pen forgotten.

                   a single hand had come to rest stop his brother’s lap ,     a twinkle in his eye .    he had quite honestly been waiting for that moment when richard would speak up finally ,    it was why he refused to just give his brother what he knew that he wanted ,    he had to wait until he grew a pair to finally say something .    &&   now he wasn’t disappointed that he had ,    a slight hum on his lips as he looked to the near identical face that looked back at him.         ‘ you have no idea how long i was waiting for that ----------- all you had to was ask ,    &&  now you shall receive .     i need you to be a face ,    one of my many faces ,    to meet with people ,    to gather information for me ,    you always were a good actor ,    now’s your time to prove just how good . ‘

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caring isn’t an advantage

#OOC #{{this is where ive been a little more }}

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Send 👀 to walk in on my muse in their underwear

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                jim was almost surprised as the words left his brother’s lips ,     dark eyes moving to look at him ,    analysing his every movement that he made ,    he always seemed so jittery like that ,     &&  all it made jim see was the weakness in his brother .    but at the same time ,    richard never spoke out like that ,    he’d never done this in all the years they had been stuck to one another’s sides ,    so he brought hands to lace together ,    to rest under his chin .        ‘   i didn’t think this day would ever come ,    come here .    ‘     with words he patted the edge of his desk ,     indicating where he wanted richard to be as a smile came over his lips .

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“I want to start…d-doing, more.” It wasn’t in his nature to talk back to his brother- not like this, not make demands and be so direct. His immediate impulse after the words was to apologize. Or run away. Instead, he fiddled with the pen in his hands, jittery. Thirsty. He wet his lips. Looked around the room, then back to his brother. Dropped the pen on the counter and picked it up. “I think- I could meet. With your clients. F-for you.”

#strangerinourmidst #{{ 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑎 𝑤𝑒𝑏 - 𝑝𝑟𝑒-𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛 }}

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[[ @rwtsn​ STARTER CALL ]]

                jim had his eyes on her ,     he had from the moment she had become a prominent part of sherlock’s life ,  but jim didn’t keep his eyes on someone unless he believed they could be a part of his games ,    &&   she may just be the piece he had been looking for .    so he arranged their meeting ,     anonymously of course ,    eyes on her when she arrived with a small smirk at his lips .       ‘ you know i’m a strong believer that everyone has a little bit of darkness in them ,    james moriarty ,     i’m sure you’ve heard of me . ‘

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[[ @esotericsoldier​ - SHIP STARTER CALL ]]

                    ' d a d d i e s   h o m e --------- ‘         jim stepped into the place he had recently started to call home ,     lips curling upwards as his eyes found val ,  yes he had lovely little  s o f t  spot for the man ,   he had from the moment lucien had introduced the two to one another ,    feet bringing him to the man ,    fingers running through val’s hair ,    adoration poured into the action . he let the soft hairs run through his fingers for a while ,    leaning down to be close to him .     ‘  &&  how was your day hm ? ‘

#esotericsoldier #{{ 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑒 - 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑓𝑡 𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑡 }}

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SHIPPING CALL!

this is a call for anyone that would like to ship ,    i would love to develop some relationships for my jim so if you’re happy to ship with my moriarty i will either tailor a starter to this or will approach you about how we can go about it .    i don’t ship everything in the world ,    but if you’re interested please just give this a like ,   it will be good fun to look into and i would love to know who wants to give it a go with the criminal ass .

#ooc #{{ winks @ all sherlocks and mycrofts }}

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                          SELECTIVE STARTER CALL!

#ooc #{{ last call }} #{{ starting these }}

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THE EAST WIND BLOWS

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S H E R L O C K ;

Meeting him on top of Bart’s made him ANXIOUS. He’s not forgotten what happened the last time he stood on this rooftop. HE’LL NEVER FORGET WHAT HE WAS MADE TO DO (he’s not entirely sure he’s ever forgiven Jim for that either).

It doesn’t take him too long to get there. Ten minutes give or take. He’s almost hesitant as he climbs the stairs up to the roof and when he gets there, he instantly sees Jim there waiting for him. He’d been pacing nervously which begged the question - WHY WAS HE SO NERVOUS?

“You couldn’t have picked a better place to meet up?” Sherlock asks as he crosses the long distance between them, hands shoved into his pocket. The air is sort of cold but it’s nice, the sun is shining, and despite being on a rooftop, it’s pretty nice out.

              ' i thought it held a little memory to ,     not the best memory ,     but i intend to make it the place for better ones if i can .   ‘     he was still evidently nervous ,    but he reached out  &&  took sherlock’s hands in his own .   he knew how sherlock felt about marriage ,    knew it had never been part of the plan ,     but jim wanted this one moment to just try ,    to see if he could make sherlock his in a way that showed he meant forever .            ‘   s h e r l o c k ---------- we’ve been together for some time ,     been through a lot together ,     you saved my life before ,    you went on the run with me ,    &&    i gave up everything ,     everything i had ever done to have this with you .     the one thing i had never expected in my life ,     the one thing i hadn’t ever calculated was to fall in love so deeply with you .    but it happened ,     my heart became yours long before i realised it ,    &&  i wouldn’t have it any other way . ‘ releasing his hands jim dropped down onto his knee ,     he fished the box from his pocket  &&  took in a deep breath to calm his nerves ,     to give him the strength to do this .     ‘   i know how you feel about this ,    i know it was never something you wanted .   ‘     carefully he opened the box ,    the gold band lying there atop the velvet cushion inside .                  ‘    sherlock holmes , will you marry me ? ‘

#scciopath #{{ 𝑤𝑒 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑤𝑒 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑡𝑜𝑔𝑒𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑟 - 𝑠𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑦 - 𝑠𝑐𝑐𝑖𝑜𝑝𝑎𝑡𝘩 }}

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heathers starters;; musical pt. 1

NSFW WARNING FOR SOME.

featuring “lifeboat”, “dead girl walking”, “seventeen” and “fight for me”

“still … the weakest must go.”

“the tiniest lifeboat with people i know.”

“i’m your dead girl/boy/person walking.”

“thirthy hours to live, how shall i spend them?”

“i could change my name and ride up to seattle.”

“before they punch my clock i’m snapping off your … window-lock.”

“sorry but i really had to wake you.”

“see i decided i must ride you ‘til i break you.”

“you’re my last meal on death row.”

“you know, it’s ‘cuz you’re beautiful.”

“you say you’re numb inside but i can’t agree.”

“so the world’s unfair? keep it locked out there!”

“no sleep for you tonight.”

“fine, we’re damaged”

“we’re not special, we’re not different.”

“we don’t choose who lives or dies.”

“don’t you want a life with me?”

“if you could let me in i could be good with you.”

“people hurt us or they vanish.”

“don’t stop looking in my eyes.”

“so what’s it gonna be?”

“i wanna be with you.”

“yeah, we’re damaged. but your love’s too good to lose.”

“i’ll stay if i’m what you choose.”

“holy shit!”

“hey mr. no-name kid, so who might you be?”

“and could you fight for me?”

“could you be seen with me and still act proud?”

“hey, could you hold my hand?”

“i would fight for you.”

“if you would fight for me.”

“well, whoa, you can punch real good.”

“you’ve lasted longer than i thought you would.”