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That fucking episode tho?!?!?!?!?!?1
I’m alive! Just. I’m really sorry for disappearing on people I had threads with, I’ve been sort of all over the place recently with OOC stuff that I don’t want to go into, but I should be around more now!
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~open~
“… Right.” Blaine didn’t know what to think of being called pet - it made him feel someway. He eyed the older man with caution, keeping a safe distance away. Jim Moriarty was a mystery, but Blaine knew better than to underestimate him. He could very easily be killed before he took one step out of this building. “Don’t act so surprised. You’re the one who led me here.”
Jim’s smile was emotionless, his eyes their usual dead selves as he roes to his feet, still playing with the knife he held in his hands. Some people had stress balls, stuffed toys... Jim had knives and guns. The harsh metal grounded him, kept his head ‘straight’. “And why do you think that was?” He asked, curious to see what the other was expecting.
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"You're telling me that you bit me, and now I'm going to be a vampire?"
“I-” This is Elizabeth Holmes stood here, trying to pull a fast one on James Moriarty, and she’s wondering if this is either brilliant acting, or if it really worked. “Well how else do you explain the neck biting my dear? Bit more than some rough loving don’t you think~”
Jim’s eyes narrowed slightly. Of all the things Elizabeth could’ve tried to trick him with... this would probably be the most effective if executed properly. Mostly because of all the things in the world, Jim’s closest feeling to “fear” came about when thinking about the supernatural - or more specifically, things he couldn’t control. Things bigger than hi, more powerful than him or his sniper. “So... what does this entail?”
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exmarinesniper
closed starter~
To say that it had been a rough few months for the sniper was a gross understatement, first he had to accept the fact that he had failed at his main job to keep Jim alive, seeing him blow his brains out like that, it changed him for the worse. Then came the realization that Jim knew exactly what he was doing and what the plan was, he always did, and didn’t bother to fucking tell him, so what’s the point of anything then?
He tried for about a month to keep the web running but Sherlock, that son of a bitch was too much for him and he eventually gave up, dropped his usual tailored suit, packed his guns, except for his old faithful, and decided to drown his sorrows with alcohol. He felt like a failure, and treated himself like so. So there he was yet again at the bar when an all too familiar face came on the screen, the tiger froze as he looked at the screen wide eyed and dropped his drink in the shock, he shook his head in disbelief when he got up to leave it was then that he heard him, that unforgettable funny voice that made a chill run through his body. Before he knew it his gun was out and his face turned red when he grabbed the criminal by the neck “Are you fucking kidding me Jim?” he said as he had a slight tremor to his hands pure rage running through his body
Jim hadn’t expected any different from his sniper. Well, his reaction at least. He supposed he should be proud that he somehow still had good reflexes and at least some bout of strength to be enviable of.The horrific stench of alcohol? That he could’ve done without. Surely Sebastian was stronger than this. The hand around his neck was uncomfortable, but Jim knew better than to react or kick and scream to be let go. So his hands stayed in his pockets - mostly to hide the tremor that was the most visible result of the minor brain damage he’d suffered - his eyes boring into his snipers.
“Fucking? No. Not yet though squeeze a little tighter and we might get somewhere.” Moriarty grinned widely, his snake like grin that he’d barely used since being shot. Partly because it hurt to move his head to much for a while, but mostly because he just didn’t have cause to smile like that. “Kidding? Also a no, I’m afraid. I thought you’d be happier to see me, my dear.”
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“Shit- What are you doing in my flat?” Blaine didn’t bother asking how Jim had gotten in there. This was just the worst possible time. He clutched the towel around his waist, water still dripping from his hair. “You scared the shit out of me.”
Moriarty smirked, not being in the slightest bit subtle as his eyes trailed over the form in front of him. His arms were folded across his chest loosely but confidently, and he was leaning against the doorframe slightly. “I wanted to pop by and see my favourite curly haired pet, of course.” He answered tone almost patronising as he pushed his weight off of the frame and took another couple of steps into the room.
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even on tumblr i’m the quiet kid that sits in the corner and doesn’t really know anyone
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Send "Are you in love with _____" for my muses reaction
closed starter~
Every detail had to be executed oh so carefully. There had to be no one who knew, not a single soul who had any inkling that Moriarty still breathed the same air as them. That he breathed any air at all. He’d known he was losing at his own game, and so of course he’d always had a back up plan. A series of events all triggered by that one gun shot. First came months of private, secret hospitalization and rehabilitation covered up by a single person. Of course, he trusted no one so bribery and threats had played a huge part in this initial stage. The rest was mostly keeping his head down, building up a few of the vital threads of his network that Sherlock was taking his time to break so nicely, and then came his little announcement... His grand re-entrance, as it were.
He’d never meant to keep Moran in the dark for this long. But the longer he left it after waking up from the gunshot, the less of a point there seemed to be so mentioning it to Sebastian at all. Or at least, that’s what Jim told himself. He refused to acknowledge that he might’ve actually been scared about his ex-snipers reaction. But today marked the day he would finally reunite with him. He needed his right hand man back, and he needed him back fast... Simple enough, right? He was looking forward to playing with his favourite toy again. So it was just seconds after the video aired that he found himself standing behind Sebastian, watching his reaction, before chiming in with an overly cocky “Miss me?”
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Send “Oops” for your muse to catch mine in just a towel.
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Jealous messages
[MSG]: Did you have fun with you-know-who last night?
[MSG]: I guess my company doesn't interest you any more.
[MSG]: What do you see in that guy/girl?
[MSG]: (S)he's kind of hot... you think?
[MSG]: Is he bigger than me?
[MSG]: When's the wedding?
[MSG]: I heard you and ___ are an item.
[MSG]: Is there... someone else?
[MSG]: I never agreed to an open relationship!
[MSG]: Does she do that thing that I do for you?
[MSG]: I see you'll flirt with just about anyone.
[MSG]: I'm a fool for thinking I was special to you.
[MSG]: How serious is it between you two?
[MSG]: You've been spending a lot of time with ___ recently.
[MSG]: So you tell all girls/guys that, I see.
[MSG]: So that's your type, huh?
[MSG]: Who's better in bed, me or him/her?
[MSG]: I can't bear to see you with someone else.
[MSG]: You're just a slut.
[MSG]: Just curious... not like I'm jealous or anything...
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Starters Just In Time For Halloween!
"Did you hear that noise upstairs? I thought we were alone..."
"Stop calling! This isn't funny anymore!"
"You said a person bit you? Out of the blue??"
"The killer's behind you!"
"Shit. Are those fangs?"
"Hold on a minute... you can see me? But... nobody can see me."
"You're telling me that you bit me, and now I'm going to be a vampire?"
"Hey... I don't feel so good. One of them scratched me... You don't think..."
"I should've told you sooner... I'm infected."
"Please don't kill me! I'll do anything!"
"Why are your clothes torn up? And why are you covered in blood?"
"Is that blood on your hands?"
"If you're standing over there... then whose hand is on my shoulder?"
"We're surrounded by zombies... any way out?"
"If you're gonna get us out of it, you better do it fast!"
"You mean I'll never get to see the sun rise again?"
"Let me see the sun rise just one last time... It'll be my last."
"Run! Go without me! I'll be fine!"
"Hey. Stay with me. You'll be okay. Just keep your eyes open."
"He/She/They went that way! Don't follow! Stay with me!"
"But werewolves/zombies/vampires/ghosts don't exist!"
"You're telling me you're a witch/warlock?!"
"What's in this stuff?"
"I heard a noise. Should we check it out?"
you have been visited by the seven magic dragon balls your biggest wish will be granted but only if you reblog
Couldn’t risk it.
didn’t realize they change colors. now I know o gotta wish.
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THIS SHIT IS REAL I GOT THE JOB I WAS NUTS ABOUT BC I REBLOGGED THIS YESTERDAY maybe it’s a coinkidink but it okay just take the necessary steps to achieve what you’re wishing for and YOU CAN DO IT
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"So sorry I to have to kill you."
Secret Service Starters
“You are not going to kill me, Mr Moriarty. Just like you are useful to me alive, I am more use to you remaining in my current role than I am to you buried in a casket. You may not like that, but it is the truth and you would be a fool to not accept it.”
“You’re far more entertaining in your current role, but don’t be mistaken, Mr Holmes, I have no need of anyone. Whatever you may be able to get for me, I can easily get from elsewhere. Someone will fill your role after your death and I’ll enjoy playing with them just as much.”
~open~
Though footsteps signaled the arrival of his guest, Jim had been more than prepared for this. He’d already been informed of practically every five steps that they’d made, so he was more than prepared when he finally turned his head, dead eyes focusing on the arrival. “I was wondering when you might finally show your face, pet. I have to say, you do not disappoint.”
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