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@falling-nothinglikeflying
When you really really want to answer an Rp but you can’t find the right words and you are answering other RPs faster than the speed of light and you are sure the other RPer thinks you are being a douchebag but in reality you are just like
This is me^^
Do me a favor. Reblog this if you welcome the use of ask memes as icebreakers between characters that have never, or rarely, interacted before.
*2 minutes later*
Send “ᴰᴼ ᴵᵀ ᴺᴼᵂ” for my character killing yours.
Irony in Bonds || Closed RP || falling-nothinglikeflying
Jim starts to walk towards him again, slowly, frowning. “Yes, it didn’t stop for him, and yet he has your affections and he needs to go,” he states unhappily. “You are mine, Sherlock Holmes. That’s what these numbers mean. When I met you, when you met me, they stopped and that means that we’re meant to be together. I will not have someone taking away from me what is mine.” He was fuming, the words mulling over in his head. I need him. I need him. I need him “Dr. Watson is nothing, the only person you need is me!”
It was like a fit, really, how Jim was reacting, but he couldn’t be asked to care. John Watson was taking away what was his and he wouldn’t have that. “If I let him go, you’ll leave with him and that’s not how this is going to end!” He frowns, jaw tensing as he does, moving ever closer until he was past John. “I am the only thing you need. We are bondmates. Not you and him. He’s just a pawn.” You need me. I need you. You need me.
He raises a hand and several red dots appear on John. “My snipers could shoot him dead in seconds and it wouldn’t be heard of again. I can show you that you don’t need him…”
Sherlock felt his gut clench as each red dot came into focus on John. Oh god, he is going to kill him. Think, Sherlock, think! James wanted reassurance that Sherlock was his. He obviously sees John as competition, and seeks to end him. Sherlock needs to convince him otherwise. Now.
"I know that. I am yours, James." Sherlock insists, wrist still exposed. "I am yours, yes, and just like that you are mine. But, John is also mine; my only friend. I need him." And he did. John fed him and made sure he slept and killed for him. It was not surprising people thought that they were soulmates. Other people could go on thinking that for all he cared, but right now he needed to reassure James that he did not think that.
Sherlock shakes his head a bit. "There is absolutely no point in killing him, James. Leave John Watson be. Let him go."
Irony in Bonds || Closed RP || falling-nothinglikeflying
"Has it?" Jim asks, head tilting ever so slightly as he moves closer, keeping an eye on Jonh as he did. Couldn’t let that one out of your sights. He liked to try and fight, wasn’t he so cute? "I don’t think it’s been long enough. You never figured out it was me… Did you like the whole little act I had? With Molly?" His smile is fond now as he stops just a bit before passing John.
He can hardly keep the other’s gaze though, because he’s ducking his head to hide his blush. “I mean, I always thought I was a good actor, but even you couldn’t tell it was all just a ruse…” He sighs dreamily, his brown eyes flickering back up as he bites his lip. “You’re impressed then, I take it?” He asks, sounding so hopeful. It was one of his dreams to impress Sherlock Holmes, his bondmate. His.
"John Watson, Dr. Watson here… He was in the way of what is rightfully mine," his eyes darken a bit in anger now as he looks over at the army doctor. "And it’ll be my pleasure to see his brains splatter against the wall."
Sherlock watches the other carefully, eyes flicking between Jim and John. His flatmate was doing his best to not look terrified, that much was certainly obvious. He prayed the slight panic was not visible on his own face ass he responds. "Yes, you did a magnificent job of fooling me, Jim." He takes a single step towards the other, nodding his head to John.
How best to phrase this? Jim is obviously fiercely territorial and jealous. One wrong word and John will be dead. "You can't kill him, Jim. You need to let John go. I need him." Oops. As soon as the words leave his mouth, Sherlock knows he did not phrase that right at all. Oh bugger.
"Just let him go, James. There is no need to kill him, not really." Sherlock holds his wrist up, pulling his sleeve down a bit to expose the 00:00:00 still visible there. "My timer did not stop for John Watson, you know that. Just let him go."
Irony in Bonds || Closed RP || falling-nothinglikeflying
Jim looks longingly at the 00:00:00 on his wrist that signified that he had already met his soulmate. Ugh, he hated that term. Soulmate, the person you’re destined to be with. There had been some study about how soulmates fell in love with each other immediately due to the hormonal composure. A chemical was released in the brain when you saw your soulmate that made it so no one else could compare. That certainly was true for Jim and his soulmate. He really needed another term for that. Bond mate. Bond mate was much better. Jim liked to think that he didn’t have a soul, he’d grown up hearing he didn’t have one as it was.
He thinks it was mostly because he didn’t feel any guilt for anything he did. He hadn’t felt guilt for any of the birds or squirrels he had killed and fed to the dogs at the home. He hadn’t felt any guilt as all of the kids ran away from him crying when he would cut them or shoot them with a BB gun. He hadn’t even felt guilt when one of the toddlers – a three year old male named Tommy or Todd or Timmy, he didn’t remember – lost their eye because of him. Poor sap. It wasn’t any different when he killed his father, or his aunt. It certainly wasn’t any different now, as he watches as Dr. Watson, a close friend to his bond mate step out into the pool area and speak every word that Jim was telling him to say. He was such a good boy. Jim could understand why his bond mate liked him.
The looks, the confusion, everything that was passing over his bond mate’s face was almost as sweet as candy. Soon, it was time for Jim to show himself and he does so, entering through a door. He smile shyly as he does, looking at his bond mate. “Sherlock Holmes, I’m sure you remember me… Jim Moriarty. Hi.” He ducks his head a bit as he says it, hiding his pleased smile. “Are you impressed yet?”
Sherlock thought his heart had very well stopped the moment John had stepped out and spoken. Betrayal was his initial reaction. How could John have hidden something so big from him? It took him pushing those pesky emotions aside for him to realize that, no, John had not orchestrated all of this. John was the hostage.
Who would want to kidnap John? Who had suitable enough motive to do such a thing?
It all made sense when Jim stepped out. Sherlock still had to piece everything else together, but kidnapping John made complete sense. He had used his friend to make Jim jealous, and Jim had responded by kidnapping John. Not even technically together and the territorial behavior was evident.
"Impressed?" Sherlock looks about the pool. This was where it started all those years ago. It had been Jim all along, his soulmate. His first case, and hopefully not his last. "You must have been planning this quite a long time, James. But, it is time for you to let John go. This has gone on long enough."
I’ve read that fanfiction.
I thought John was gonna pass out on Sherlock’s dick in that scene
there was so much sexual tension in this scene i swear i almost choked
Seriously, he grabs Sherlock’s leg than says “I don’t mind”
Don’t mind what?
//Happy munday. Here is a picture of some friends and I from saturday. We bought fake mustaches and walked about. Everyone thought we were weird and we received many an odd look.
My name is Jim Moriarty, and this is the story of how I died...
It’s raining, it’s pouring
Sherlock is boring.
I’m laughing, I’m crying
Sherlock is dying.
{Raise your hand if you've ever felt like a shitty rp partner.}
00:00:00
In a universe where everyone is born with numbers on their wrists counting down to when they’ll meet their soulmate, send me 00:00:00 for my muses reaction to their numbers hitting zero when they meet yours.
Going with their first meeting in the show because I have a mighty need and I’m watching series 1 again right now
Sherlock ignores his counter constantly. But, when he is in lab looking at samples under the microscope and his wrist catches his eye, he cannot help but perk up some. Was it really about to happen? He tugs the sleeve of his blazer down some to hide it and continues to work.
When the door opens and Molly comes in to introduce her new boyfriend, Sherlock does not look up at first. He keeps working, because really? Molly is his friend but he does not care. Finally, when the man comes over and introduces himself, Sherlock looks up. His eyes lock onto the other, and a thousand things cross his mind. The first involving the plainly visible now 00:00:00 counter on the other’s wrist. Molly’s is still going.
Sherlock knows his isn’t, though.
"Molly?" He asks before looking over at the pathologist and remembering that yeah, she was there. "Oh, right… Molly," he says, moving to wrap an arm around her waist now. It suddenly felt so terrible wrong, like it was almost burning him. "Right… Have you got anyone, Mr. Holmes?" He asks, deciding to try and make light conversation before he leaves.
There is a dangerous possessive streak through Jim though, as he asks the question. If there is, he would have them killed. Most likely skinned alive, he needed new curtains. He just smiles politely though.
Sherlock would have to admit to the flare of anger at the other touching Molly, being so close to her. Not that he could do much now. The other was his soulmate, but currently Molly's boyfriend. He could however tease the other with the same rage he felt, if only subtly.
His eyes flick over to Joh, lingering long enough to give anyone the idea of some emotional attachment. He gives Jim a small smile, his head after a moment. "Uh, no, not really. Married to my work." And many people considered that to also mean John Watson. Sherlock was more than willing to work that angle to get the other to feel that same frustration he had.
it… just happened.
00:00:00
In a universe where everyone is born with numbers on their wrists counting down to when they’ll meet their soulmate, send me 00:00:00 for my muses reaction to their numbers hitting zero when they meet yours.
Going with their first meeting in the show because I have a mighty need and I’m watching series 1 again right now
Sherlock ignores his counter constantly. But, when he is in lab looking at samples under the microscope and his wrist catches his eye, he cannot help but perk up some. Was it really about to happen? He tugs the sleeve of his blazer down some to hide it and continues to work.
When the door opens and Molly comes in to introduce her new boyfriend, Sherlock does not look up at first. He keeps working, because really? Molly is his friend but he does not care. Finally, when the man comes over and introduces himself, Sherlock looks up. His eyes lock onto the other, and a thousand things cross his mind. The first involving the plainly visible now 00:00:00 counter on the other’s wrist. Molly’s is still going.
Sherlock knows his isn’t, though.
Jim shifted under the other’s inspection, clearing his throat again. “You found something that you’ve seen before. You were trying to figure out the connections. I could see it, I could almost feel it.” Maybe it’s because we’re soulmates, or maybe because that’s what I wanted to happen. “Like… like looking into the past, that look of recognizition and wonder. Not awe, though, you’re not impressed. Not much.”
Why isn’t he impressed? It was a nice touch of sentiment. I’ve been following him for so long… He keeps up his interested facade though and tilts his head just a bit. “There’s something there that you’re not understanding. It’s interesting…”
Sherlock shakes his head, "No, not entirely impressed." He replies with a wave of his hand. "It is amazing that this has survived for so long; bordering on obsession, rather." Which it was, if the person had tracked him down after so long. They were making him a puzzle of sorts. Pleaying the game with him like no other criminal before.
"You did good, though." Which Jim had. He noticed Sherlock making internal connections with his past, not just knowledge. "Molly did good finding you." Too bad you are my soulmate.
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