CONSULTING / CRIMINAL

JAMES MORIARTY | INDIE. PRIV. SEL. | BY OZ

[kingscrime]

-- Don’t mind the fact that I’ve been inactive the past week. I’m very tempted to bring my dear OC to tumblr, but rather nervous to do so.

[deivll]

    lucifer sentence starters     episode 4 - 6.

you broke into my house?

you were taking forever in the shower.

are you sleeping with this idiot?

never been thrown out of anywhere before in my life.

something very disturbing’s just happened. it’s horrific, really. for the second time, i’ve been thrown out of a woman’s house.

i mean, i appeal to the virile urge in all wo/men.

you need to go undercover, because you’re our best way in.

why is she able to refuse my charms?

people don’t have power over us. we give it to them. you have to take your power back.

i need to take back control. i need to behave like i always have.

i mean, it seems obvious now, actually - i need to have sex with her.

are you gonna help me or not?

you’re quite adorable when you’re flustered.

i’m not flustered, i’m nauseous.

okay, look. let me make myself perfectly clear: i will never, ever, ever sleep with you.

playing hard to get? i like it.

wow. you’ve never been rejected by a woman, have you?

the odds are definitely in your favour out there - probably not batting for the same team, but you never know. go forth and conquer. i know you want to.

i promise, if anyone here hurt your sibling, i’ll find them. and i’ll punish them.

if you weren’t so pent-up sexually, we’d be firing on all cylinders, i’d say.

i certainly don’t need any help getting wo/men into bed.

do you honestly think you can just ask people to have sex with you and they will?

you forget. i love pain.

men - they always want to talk!

we can get him/her back to where s/he belongs, if you could just provide me with a weak spot.

seriously, darling. are you well? the berries are ripe and ready to be harvested - i mean, look at me.

don’t. please.

if i get an STD from this thing, i’m gonna kill you.

is there anyone you suspect that might do this to you?

do not shush me.

a deal’s a deal - especially one with the devil.

i do believe there’s good and evil and right and wrong.

does it scare you?

i mean, how could i be scared of something i don’t believe in?

do i scare you?

either way, he’s going to get someone killed. probably himself.

this love thing makes you all quite stupid, doesn’t it?

just hand over the cash, and no one gets hurt.

i believe that’s a fair request, actually, so just pop her around and the money’s yours.

greedy little jackal, aren’t you?

what is it about you and guns, eh?

what’s up, jackass?

hell truly hath no fury like a woman scorned.

i happen to be an expert on punishment, and i’m not sure it fits the crime here.

chlamydia, the clap, a raging case of crabs - that’s what you deserve. not death.

why do humans think they can rectify one evil with another?

why does everyone say that before they’re punished?

come on, shoot me.

son of a bitch, that really hurts!

i don’t bleed!

i don’t lie. but i don’t always tell the whole truth.

can’t sleep when you’re not home.

the models don’t appear to be wearing any clothes.

you were shot and you bled. no sharp objects until we find out why.

the danger of getting hurt is positively thrilling.

now come on, tell me your most dangerous desire.

we need to get out of here now.

i am dreamy, but try to contain yourself.

i got a taste of danger, and i want more.that whackjob’s gonna totally get me killed.

tomato, tom-ah-to.

see, that’s why we make such great partners - the ‘he said, she said’ of it all.

when do i get my own gun?

i wouldn’t trust you with my kid’s lightsaber.

if i’m gonna be forced to work with you again, i call the shots.

bloody hell! that hurt! do it again.

you know, i’m quite skilled in restraints.

let me guess, you did him a favour.

i process tragedy through my work.

that favour you owe me… i’m calling in my IOU.

i was trying to prevent more death.

well, aren’t we the little saint?

you are the oldest young person i’ve ever met.

i’m not gonna drink at a bar where everyone hates me.

did you ever consider that they hate you for that very reason?

well, somebody’s not being crowned homecoming queen, are they?

surely you’ve heard the expression 'deal with the devil’…?

people come to me to ask for favours and more often than not, i’m happy to oblige.

i don’t need your sympathy, but thank you.

firstly, let me state that i’m in no way standing up for my associate, but on behalf of myself, and only myself, i think you’re a complete sack of arse.

sadly, the only thing broken was that incontinent troll’s nose.

if i’m not going to look out for you, who will? hm?

maybe next time, i won’t be around to save your ass.

you and my backside used to get on well.

is it my thanks you want, or a kiss?

i don’t do favours for guys like you.

what is it with the men in my life?

act like a child, get treated like a child.

witnesses said they heard you making threats at the door.

no wonder he can’t get it up.

so you’re just gonna sit around and wait for revenge? that’s rather lazy.

i was promised a gang war, and instead, i get a crybaby. this is boring.

you know, they really don’t make bad guys like they used to.

after five years behind bars, a brothel would be my go-to.

i can’t be held responsible for what happens after i give someone a favour.

if there’s one thing the devil knows, it’s that people need to take responsibility for their own bad behaviour.

enough danger for you yet?

you do remember that bullets hurt, right?

you had your hero moment. stay down, or you’re gonna get shot.

ass saved. you’re welcome.

you’re addicted to creating chaos and seeing where the chips fall, to hell with the consequences.

you’re having another one of those 'gut feelings’, aren’t you?

you’ve already wasted so much of your life.

oh, well the good news is that whilst all dogs go to heaven, you’d be surprised how many pigs are waiting for you in hell.

you were never as good as me.

keep your enemies close, right?

who gave that order?

if you come clean now, i’ll go easy on you.

if you really want to do something, you should.

shall we move the party upstairs?

so what unpleasantness felled this heap of unrealised ambition then?

let’s pretend for one second that you’re someone else - someone nice. someone mature.

i mean, getting murdered is probably the most exciting thing that ever happened to him.

i gave up an epic foursome to be here.

call me when you’ve got a murder with a pulse - or at least someone good-looking.

i was hoping for a good shag just as a palate cleanser to wipe the foul taste of boredom from my mouth.

i need your help like i need a third boob.

- knew that was a mistake the moment it came out of my mouth.

i’ll have two tropic wonders and your face smashed into the ground.

i believe they call this interrogating!

we were like fish and chips - salt and pepper - hipsters and condescension!

if we’re gonna work together on this, you’re gonna have to trust me.

nobody steals from me and gets away with it.

he’s not gonna change.

i thought you said lying was a bad thing.

you’re not from around here, are you?

you can’t just smash two people together like barbies and think that that’s gonna fix things.

pardon the intrusion, you village people rejects, but one of you has stolen something that belongs to me.

please identify yourself, so i can punish you accordingly.

i thought we were past you thinking you’re invincible?

a few bad apples shouldn’t paint us all in a bad light, now should it?

you like being considered a criminal, don’t you?

he’s hiding something. we need to force it out of him.

i’ve sat in a parked car and not had sex.

have i done something to offend you?

ooh, whip out the cuffs then.

why shy away from a little bondage fun?

despite all your weirdness, i actually really like working with you.

i have never lied to you. and i will never lie to you.

been a while since i had a good hunt.

you’d never lie to me, right?

stick within the limits of your intellectual capacity.

why do they blame me for all their little failings?!

don’t call me that, please!

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Ok? *becomes a narcissist*

[rpsourcedmemes]

Ask my muse anything you want on anon!

[kingscrime]

& MARGOT

       he wants something from her. he has a plan, a game in plan that requires her. a fan she is of his work, but she won’t allow him to get under her skin easily, if so at all. they were both people who got under the skin of others, could see the wheels of people’s mind slowly turning. she has a plan and a reason for being here. she had made plans for a lot of different variables, but she has to admit, getting a home visit from jim moriarty himself was not one she planned for. ’ it sounds…as though you have a game plan in mind, mr. moriarty. now why..would such a man of your intelligence need me ? if you want my..assistance well - there’s something i want you to do. ’ there’s a slowly emerging smirk on her lips, and a certain glimmer in her eyes. 

“ There always is a little something, little tit for tat. Of course, you see I don’t need you -- no, no, no... Darling, ” Voice drips honey filled with all the unbridled poison of a wasp,  “ See, I want you, but I could have my pick of any above average crazy I wanted. ” 

“ But I do like to have the ones I pick out first... consider yourself my pick of the litter, Margot. Now, I do consider myself a... fair man. ” Everyone had their price, and none was too high for Moriarty to have what he wanted. One names the price, they believe they are in control, Moriarty always found it quite the opposite...it rather fastened the leash by their own hand. “ Name your price. ”

[kingscrime]

& PERI

@kingscrime​

             peri didn’t trust the man standing in front of her one bit. she made no secret of that, blue eyes examining every possible space BEHIND and AROUND him.  ❝ for you, ❞  she purred as she crossed her arms,  ❝ my rate triples. ❞

  A smile creeps ‘cross the spider’s face, thin & holding all the warmth of a corpse. HER eyes dance about every shadow in the spaces about & beyond HIM, seeming to seek just where the webs went...it amuses him. “ Triples, ” The word repeats with over dramatics on his breath, dark brows raised keenly above his eyes. Numbers don’t matter to James Moriarty, not here. “ Well I must be SO special, ”

[kingscrime]

& MARGOT

   there is only but a piece of glass separating them, but to margot, being locked up was all part of her game plan. she had her reasons for allowing herself to get arrested. it was for the long run. her eyes watch him in a careful and observant gaze. margot’s fingers are tapping against her arm, an old habit of counting the seconds as they went by. he was more well known for his deception, not often showing himself in person. he has a reason for being here. ’ stuck in here isn’t the correct term. a piece of glass and a couple security codes isn’t…containment. ’ 

“ Nowhere you don’t want to be... Oh, just so. ” Voice borderline sing-song, his fingertips reaching to place feather-light touch on the cool surface between him and the woman herself. The void-like specs of his eyes had drifted across the expanse of her keeping before they stray once more to meet her own, lips upturned in a smile. Jim Moriarty smiles the way beasts do, a displaced expression not meant for the face that wore it...yet charming to those who knew no better. “ But you, darling Margot, have much more exciting places to be sooner than later. ”

[kingscrime]

what happened to tibbles the cat?

TW For: Animal abuse, gore.

Tibbles the cat! Or rather, kitten, if we’re being honest. Tibbles was an experiment of Jim’s focused on the effects and lastability of morphine derivatives. Part of which involved the drugged cat being pinned to his mantlepiece with a jackknife. ( Skewered through the skinfolds of the haunches )

Through the experiment, it is noted that the kitten doesn’t seem distressed throughout a large sum of the predicament until the morphine began to wear. There is a time Jim remarks something along the lines of “Tibbles will let us know when it wears off.” 

It isn’t canonically noted just how old Tibbles is, but it is stated that Tibbles is a “young kitten”, and I tend to assume Tibbles was between 4 and 6 weeks of age.

That being said, it’s just one of those things. Animal cruelty is amid the things that make you reflect on wickedness quite easily.

[kingscrime]

If you ever need a reminder on just how truly rotten James Moriarty is, just ask about Tibbles the cat.

[kingscrime]

                          YOUR   N A P O L E O N   OF   C R I M E

                                                                 Inie. Priv. Sel. 

[kingscrime]

& MARGOT

@kingscrime liked for a thing !

      ’ finally. someone who doesn’t only use 10% of their brain. ’ there is a slight smile on her lips as she looks towards him. she knows who he is - only people living under a metaphorical rock wouldn’t. his grand schemes have been something she admired, his schemes had been thought out to the last detail as much as her’s have. ’ i’ve followed your work. it’s quite brilliant. ’

“ A fan, dear me. I’m charmed, I really am... Flattery can get you everywhere, ”  His tongue swipes across his teeth, pitch eyes appraising the woman before him. Unimpressed -- but then, he wouldn’t show himself in the flesh if she were truly unimpressive to him. Brows arch, head cranes briefly to the side as breath sucks inward in a ‘tsk’ sound, “ Well, almost. You wouldn’t be stuck in here if flattery got us all the keys, wouldn’t you agree? ”

[kingscrime]

& JOKER

@kingscrime liked for a starter from the joker.

“So how do you keep a secret from the World’s Greatest Detective? Well, do you know? You stick it right in front of him, right under his long pointy nose, and wait.”

 “  I’ve quite done that, darling ”-- Laughable, fitting for a  c l o w n. & Moriarty’s lips curve into a serpentine smile, pitch eyes just barely reflecting amusement.  “ World’s greatest. Rather  b o r i n g  when they decide to be too much of the heroic sort, ”

[kingscrime]

& HEADCANON

  Jim Moriarty, a man of wealth & taste -- it is often speculated, suspected that he has always been such right from childhood... that is if you believe such a man as Moriarty ever was a child. This is, however, not the case; Rather, Jim comes from an impoverished childhood. It was in Jim’s birth that his mother, Christine, died due to complications, a fact of which spiraled his father into a deep and unyielding depression. In his depression, James Moriarty Sr. developed a habit for the bottle and gambling, successfully driving the remnants of his family into poverty by the time Jim was five years of age. His habits lead to forgetfulness of his family’s needs, as well as making his son a target of bullying and belittlement from his peers.

  Despite their poverty & the relative neglect endured due to gambling & drinking habits, Jim was classically trained in his childhood both instrumentally and vocally. One can assume the lessons were an attempt by Jim’s father to make up for mistakes, or merely to occupy his young son, & occupy it did. It was through the mathematics of music that Jim began to hone and discover his personal prowess intellectually. It was also through the lessons and sighs of the more well off that began to whet Jim’s appetite for the finer things in life -- and in turn, his desire to rise above the ordinary lot.

Note: Jim’s favored instruments are the piano & viola. As for singing range, he sings both Mezzo-Soprano & Tenor.

[arsantiquis]

Clouds by Frederic Edwin Church part II.

[rpmemes-galore]

Imagine Dragons — Origins Album  {Sentence Starters}

“I’m a bad liar.”

“Trust me, darling.”

“I am the machine.”

“But, no, I cannot fix it.”

“Yeah, you’re a natural.”

“Oh, everything will be okay.”

“Where did we all go wrong?“

“Oh, I know I could be better.”

“Patience only gets you so far.”

“I want it heavy, I want the fury.”

“I guess I was born to be at war.”

“You give your life, no other way.”

“'Cause I’m bad at letting you go.”

“Yes, I know that I’m losing control.”

“Rather be the hunter than the prey.”

“How many tears do we have to cry?”

“To make a name, you pay the price.”

“Don’t burn out, don’t burn out on me.”

“You were my one… you were my one.”

“I don’t want to do it just to do it for you.”

“I’m feeling like you’ve been taken away.”

“I can taste it, the end is upon us, I swear.”

“I’m feeling like I’ve been locked in a grave.”

“Oh, hush, my dear, it’s been a difficult year.”

“You gotta be so cold to make it in this world.”

“Everything is temporary. Everything will slide.”

“'Cause, baby, I don’t think I’m the one for you.”

“So, look me in the eyes, tell me what you see.”

“But, now, it’s about time to raise up and petition.”

“Nothing ever comes without a consequence or cost.”

“I find it hard to say the things I want to say the most.”

“Took an oath by the blood of my hand, won’t break it.”

“Why did you leave, why did you go, leaving me lonely?“

“Will heaven step in? Will it save us from our sin? Will it?“

“It’s just another downpour, don’t let it get the best of you.”

“Just because it isn’t easy doesn’t means that it is wrong?”

“Patience only gets you so far… Blood will get you further.”

“You were the laugh, you were the life, you were the party.”

“Tell me the things that you want, I’ll give you all that I’ve got.”

“We make each other get a bit crazy, but you will always be a part of me.”

“Will you hold the line when every one of them has given up and given in?”

“I’ve been questioning when you’re gonna see I’m not a part of your machine.”

[kingscrime]

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Tagged by: Stole it

GENERAL » NAME: James “Jim” Moriarty » AGE: 41 » BIRTHDAY: December 12th, 19xx » SPECIES: Human » GENDER: Male » SEX: Male » ORIENTATION: Bisexual » PROFESSION: Consulting Criminal / Sponsor / Thief

PHYSICAL ASPECTS » HAIR: Black, immaculately groomed & frequently worn slicked back.  » EYES: Dark, near-black brown. Deep set & accompanied by dark circles.  » SKIN: Pale, well taken care of. » HEIGHT:  5′8′’ » WEIGHT: 131lbs

FAMILY » SIBLINGS: N/A » PARENTS:  James Moriarty sr & Christine Moriarty. » ANY PETS?: Now that quite depends on what you consider a pet.

OTHER/SKILLS

» PHYSICAL PROWESS: James Moriarty is not a man of physical strength, he doesn’t tend to get his own hands dirty, rather relies on mental & monetary strength. While not entirely physically weak, he is only of average fitness. » ABILITIES: James is extremely intelligent, a scientific & mathematical genius as well as a criminal mastermind. Additionally, with deep pockets and keen manipulation skill, he is a king of getting what he wants without much trouble whatsoever. » HOBBIES: Mathematics, piano, poisons.

TRAITS —— POSITIVE ——

Intelligent

humorous

Organized

Punctual

Resourceful

——- NEGATIVE ——-

Manipulative

Selfish

Cruel

Unpredictable

Spiteful

LIKES » COLORS: Black, silver, navy, grey, crimson, gold, cream. » SMELLS: Lilac, frankincense, evergreen, bourbon. » FOOD: Steak ( Rare, prime cuts ), tart candies, apples, lemon-blueberry biscuits. » DRINKS: Tea ( Black & red teas primarily ), lemon water. » FLOWERS: Lilac, Larkspur, hemlock, foxglove. » ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES?: A fondness of gin & bourbon, occasional red wine. ( Pinot Noir & sangiovese preferred )

OTHER DETAILS » SMOKES?: Occasional » DRUGS?: No » DRIVER LICENSE?: Yes » EVER BEEN ARRESTED?: Yes » FAVORITE QUOTE?:  “If you can control the meaning of words, you can control the people who must use them.” Philip K. Dick

TAG SOME PEOPLE: Whoever desires to

[kingscrime]

THINGS I LIKE TO KNOW ABOUT RP PARTNERS.

FILL IN:

I like to be called:  Oz ( Ozzie is fine, too. )

my favourite colour is: Navy blue and crimson.

gender: Questionable at best.

one thing you should know about me: Quite like Jim, I’m SO changeable! That being, I tend to jump around a lot on what I have muse for. This means that patience really is a key thing with me when it comes to writing. Additionally, I adore knowing my RP partners as friends as well as writing partners. A friendly connection really does make writing so much easier. Oh, and I’m terribly fond of whiskey and coffee.

one thing you should know about my muse: You aren’t going to change him in any way that he doesn’t desire to change himself. He’ll shed skin of skin of the personalities he may show you, but very few will get their hands in deep enough to have any true hold on him and his desires. 

first language: English

second language: Alas, I only know a limited handful of phrases for many languages.

HIGHLIGHT:

age range:   under 13  |  14–17 | 18–22 | 23–25 | 26–29 |  30+ |  70+

am i okay with nsfw?: yes | no | sometimes | but not for this muse

my favorite/most common thing to rp is: angst | fluff | smut | crack | action | other

oc friendly?: yes | no | depends

rp blog:   does | doesn’t   contain ooc posts

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