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My first Sherlock art (well, the first finished one). I’m so proud of this, drew it for my best friend’s birthday. Made with pencils, pens and promarker
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Imagine telling Sherlock about your dark past with your abusive boyfriend.
[x] // requested by anonymous // request: here
Sometimes, there were difficult decisions that needed to be made. Sometimes those decisions were either to eat a gallon of ice cream and watch a movie despite being lactose intolerant because you just needed it, or just telling your best friend one of your bleakest secrets.
Well, that was exactly what you did, and to be honest it didn’t turned out as well as you thought it would. All Sherlock seemed to know to do was to stare at you in desbelief.
“What?” he blurted out.
“Geez, Sherlock!“ You exclaimed, throwing up your hands in dispair. “I’ve just told you my darkest secret and all you do is say ‘what’?”
“Hey, hey, look at me,“ he said cupping your face so your eyes could meet. “No one is going to harm you; you’re safe now. Take some evidence and give it to Molly. I’ll hail a cab.”
“W-What? What for?” you asked, already prepared to take the evidence Sherlock had spotted a couple minutes ago.
Smirking and lifting a hand, he answered, “Someone needs to learn a lesson.”
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“Keep your eyes fixed on me.”
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“Amazing, how fire exposes our priorities.”
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“Imagine being Mary’s best friend and hearing of her death.”
Y/N: “It’s not true. You’re lying. No, no, no, no, NO!”
John: “Please…Y/N…”
Y/N: “She was happy, John…She was finally happy…”
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Quick question guys
How many of y’all (if any) play Destiny 2 on the Ps4?
~Mrs. Moriarty
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Reblog from my personal blog
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Got a new tattoo. Fans might recognize IT 😜😂
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Nothing is worse than trying your absolute hardest only for it to be in vain.
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Imagine asking Sherlock to try the cookies you have just made.
“So…” you said as you took the cookies you have just made out of the oven. You put some of them on a plate, took it and walk towards Sherlock, who was sitting on his armchair. As soon as you offered him them, he looked at you.
“Do I have to try them?” he asked with an “Please, don’t.” look on his face.
“Well, John is not here. He usually tries them, so please could you do it for me?”
“Of course,” he said as he faked a smile. He didn’t want to do it because he was really bad at this kind of things. “Anything for my best friend.”
“Thank you,” you said as he took one and put it in his mouth. He nibbled it thinking that they were going to taste good but no. As soon as he tried the damn cookie he wanted to throw it but he knew that if he would do that, he was going to break your heart so he tried his best to show you they were good, though they were not. “So?” you asked excitedly.
“They…” he hesitated. What should he say? ‘They are awful’? Instead he faked a smile and lied to her. “They are good. Good…job.”
“Perfect!” you turned around with the plate in your hands and walked to the kitchen. As Sherlock saw you were washing the dishes and you were showing him your back, he opened his mouth, frowned and slowly stick his tongue out.
“Oh, god. Do not ever try her cookies again.” he said to himself. But as you turned around he shushed, and faked a smile.
“I’m glad you liked them because I’m going to give some to my boss as a birthday present,” you chuckled.
“No!“ he shouted and you looked at him confused “You know what? I loved them. I’ll eat all of them,” he calmed down and stopped you. “Just…let me help you next time,” he stood up, put a hand on your back and tried to walk with you to the kitchen. “Now, let’s see…oh, you can start with this,” he finger pointed at the chocolate. “I’ll start with the dough,” he grinned and when he turned around he rolled his eyes.
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Happy New Year!
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Life update: Mrs. Moriarty:
Nothing lately has been quite as painful as falling in love with a coworker who doesn’t see you as anything but a fellow coworker, AND who is already married. So you’re left quietly suffering, keeping your feelings (which you haven’t confessed) to yourself.
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7th Inktober 2017: The Work This hit me as a must-do so… Happy Inktober!
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Did you miss me?
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Imagine… Sherlock taking you to the London Eye for a romantic proposal at the very top.
Gifs: Not ours
Made By: Mrs. Moriarty
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Girl Run The World
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*Moriarty-centric
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Moriarty drummed his fingers on the table top. He glanced at his watch, knowing that there were still about thirty seconds before the meeting was scheduled to begin.
The small click of a heel sounded on the tile behind him, approaching.
The woman who sat across from him was well dressed, in a pressed suit. Her hair was pulled back into a bun; her eyes hidden by dark sunglasses. Her mouth was pressed into a thin line.
“I’m sorry,” Moriarty said. “I believe you have the wrong table.”
“I don’t.” A clipped tone, yet still feminine.
“I’m waiting for–”
“Me.”
Moriarty was king of keeping composure; he was confused but his face didn’t show it.
You, however, were used to this. Twas the way of society. You pulled off your sunglasses, laying them on the table. Your eyes were cold, calculating. You stared, unflinching, at Moriarty. “So, what business do you think my men can help you with?”
“A large shipment needs to be moved. Discreetly, of course.”
“Discreet is their business. What is the shipment in question?”
“That’s private.”
“My men need to know.”
Moriarty shook his head. “That’s out of the question.”
You inhaled sharply through your nose. You picked up your sunglasses and stood in a fluid motion. “Very well. Good luck to you.”
Moriarty listened as you clicked your way out of the café. He’d never been turned down before (the one or two people who had tried had been… persuaded to say yes). But instead of feeling hurt, he simply felt that this was another challenge.
He lifted his teacup, hiding the smirk on his face. You certainly lived up to the rumors he’d heard about you—harsh, commanding, self-assured. You had a cold beauty about you, one that drew the eye but warned about getting too close.
Moriarty knew he’d be seeing you again soon.
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A few nights later, you stood by the river, looking out over the water. The air was cool, the wind carrying a sense of foreboding. You heard the crunch of footsteps behind you but continued to face forward.
“You got my message.”
“Did you doubt that I would show up?”
Moriarty stepped beside you, looking out at the horizon. “Dangerous, isn’t it, standing out here by yourself, so late at night? A lovely lady like yourself is surely a target for the less desirables.”
“My eyes are open and always watching.”
The two of you stood in silence for a few moments, the air filled with the gentle lapping of the river and the feeling of eyes all over you, your henchmen hiding in the shadows.
“Do not waste my time, Mr. Moriarty,” you finally said. “And do not mistake this meeting for generosity. If you want to do business, let’s do business.”
Moriarty sniffed. “Does ‘business’ still mean you being incredibly nosy?”
You turned and began to walk back up the bank.
“Warehouse seventeen.”
You stopped.
Moriarty looked over his shoulder at you. “That’s where the shipment is. Gather your men and meet there at three a.m. Twelfth brick down, third over. A key will be hidden.” He paused. “The shipment needs to be gone by four.”
You were quiet for a moment. “You will receive confirmation when the job is complete.”
“That won’t be necessary. I’ll be watching the entire time.”
You nodded. Of course, he would have hacked into the security cameras. Was it in order to keep his shipment safe or to keep an eye on you, see if you lived up to the rumors? “Then I expect payment to be transferred the moment the shipment is out of the warehouse.”
“No need. The money has already been transferred.”
You turned, staring at the strange man. “Why?”
“Your work speaks for itself. I know you will get the job done.” Moriarty turned and started up towards you. “Do not disappoint,” he whispered as he passed you.
A slight shiver ran down your spine—if it was from the wind or the weight of this mastermind’s words, you weren’t sure.
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Mr and Mrs Moriarty Fanart I did long back😁 Sorry for not being so active on tumblr 😅
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