THE PROBATION WORKER ?
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THE PROBATION WORKER ?
⟶ #OTHEIRONY
welcome to my indie, private / mutuals only MISFITS’ shaun merton . endured by schiff . they / them . no minors . low activity ( seriously ) . est. jan ‘16
RULES | MEMES | OTHER BLOG
me hating container themes vs me using the same graphics and themes as in 2016
currently not here, find me on @beneviolencia where i have a no canon only vibes curtis but no shaun. i’m bad at running multiple blogs okay
guess who just remembered i have this blog. it me. oopsie
fxckingmoran = S E B A S T I A N M O R A N
Sebastian watches Shaun for any hint of anything but there’s fuck all going on there. Every now and again he thinks he spots a reaction but it disappears as quickly as it arrives. Doesn’t help that their surroundings aren’t exactly warm and homely. Be different if he could take him to the pub and get him pissed. That might loosen him up a bit.
“Yeah well, he’s good at covering it up. I’m sure you see plenty of lying in your line of work.” It’s a weak attempt to move the conversation on but at this stage Sebastian wants out of the place as quickly as possible. It smells like fucking piss. “Start with the dead kid. Was it one of your lot?” He sits up in the chair, in an attempt to look somewhat official. He probably should be taking notes to really sell the charade but that was more effort than he’ll be paid for.
❝ you have the case file . ❞
IT’S UNSURPRISINGLY EASY to ignore the comment about lying in his line of work . one would need to give a shit for it to properly affect but on the other hand, the more this guy talks, the less willing shaun finds himself to reply . it’s an odd feeling under pale skin and for a moment caution sits heavy on his shoulders . ❝ wasn’t exactly weird, was it ? ❞
long fingers reach for a pen, it’s of no use for now and he chews on it instead, but when he talks again the disinterested drawl is shadowed by the tiniest hint of irritation . oli’s death shouldn’t be new information considering the shit ton of paperwork shaun had gone through . ❝ just some hippie kid. it was his first day and he got gunned down by a loony with a video game obsession . ❞
HEY AN UPDATE, FRIENDS:
FROM THE 19TH TO THE 23TH I’LL BE VISITING MY FAVE @scariemovie . so no activity in that week but i’m currently working on filling my queue with threads and fun stuff so you cuties won’t miss me too much .
fxckingmoran = S E B A S T I A N M O R A N
Sebastian steps into the office, pushing the door shut. His hands adjust the front of his suit, unbuttoning it as he sits down opposite the probation worker. His lips curl faintly upwards. People always trust someone in a suit.
“Yeah, just following up with some more questions. You know yourself, have to tick off the boxes - ‘Procedure’ and all that.” He lets out a short sigh, eyes rolling upwards as if to say ‘Fuck procedure’. “The first lad that interviewed you has a drinking problem” Probably not necessary but Sebastian’s enjoying the extra flair it’s adding to his lie. “Just need to follow up in case he didn’t ask the right questions or take down the information correctly. Don’t worry, it won’t take too long.” Sebastian gives what he hopes is an encouraging smile. In truth, he doesn’t even know where to start. Jim had been vague enough with his instructions. As usual. “Why don’t you start by telling me what you know about the weird shit going on around here?” Not his best angle but it’s all he’s got to work with for the moment.
❝ mhhmm. ❞
FOR A LACK OF ANYTHING BETTER to do, he just listens for now . from time to time the tiniest hint of a reaction flashes across bored features but in the end his face remains a mask . there is something akin to suspicion living inside his head, an ugly little creature that whispers venom about a man who sells his co-workers out like that . it’s quite obvious that there is a difference between the lives of shaun and moran but hey, snitches get stitches . he doesn’t get paid enough to deal with this guy’s problems as well .
❝ didn’t seem like he had a drinking problem to me . ❞
on the other hand, he is supposed to help rehabilitate those kids and failure reflects badly on him, might cause more issues than they’re worth it . a pause . he clicks his biro, once, twice . if this is a test from higher up he is fucked . ❝ you gotta be more specific here . you mean the disappearances or the dead kid ? ❞
SHAUN MERTON IS AS STRAIGHT AS HIS POSTURE THANKS FOR COMING TO MY TED TALK
fxckingmoran = S E B A S T I A N M O R A N
Sebastian’s nose wrinkled as he stepped into the community centre. What a fucking kip. Nothing moved in London without Jim Moriarty knowing about it and this was no different. He’d heard about probation workers going missing and some generally weird bullshit happening and being the nosey fucker he was, he had to send his sniper down to suss it out.
He moved down the hallway, making his way to the office. Reaching up he knocked twice on the door frame, allowing a moment before stepping inside. “Shaun Merton?” Mightn’t be all that bad, at least this probation worker was a handsome fucker. Unlike some of the ugly bastards Jim sent him to interrogate. “Sebastian Moran. You got a minute, mate?”
THERE IS SOMETHING ODD about hearing his name from an unfamiliar voice but as the last syllable fades a handsome stranger is left in the doorframe . an eyebrow quirks before he throws a long glance at the clock . another hour to go before he can leave this shit hole while there is nothing to do other than watch kids pick up dog shit . so he searches his mind for the motivated little shit he is supposed to pretend to be for cops and finds nothing . his will to work seems to have left early and thus, with forced politeness, eyes wander back to moran .
the clock ticks, ticks, ticks and with the wave of a hand shaun beckons the man in, gestures for him to close the door and waits . somehow it feels like a mistake to be alone in his office with the man . but as the quirked eyebrow finds itself higher on his forehead, interest in the situation slowly but surely bleeds out only to leave boredom in its place again . ❝ sure, don’t know why though . i vaguely remember talking to a colleague of yours not too long ago . ❞
immortalled = N A T H A N Y O U N G
Never in a million years had Nathan thought that he would stoop this pathetically low. No, it wasn’t the fact that he was drunk, or homeless, or probably smelled like week-old sweat and piss, it wasn’t even the fact that he was currently laying quite literally in a gutter contemplating where the fuck he went wrong.
No, it was because he was about to call his probation worker.
Or rather his ex-probation worker. Which made the decision feel all the more embarrassing.
“Aahhh, fuck me…!” Nathan gritted his teeth, shut his eyes, held his breath, and pressed ‘call’.
Ring…
Ring…
Ring…
STARING AT THE PHONE it’s easy to imagine a world in which he doesn’t pick up . but it keeps ringing, ringing, ringing and the lovely caller id shows up simply as ❛ HOMELESS TWAT ❜ . in a dusty corner of his mind, the one dedicated to work, the name rings a bell, puts a face and curls to the memory and thus moves his hand on its own . something like the THREAT of failure nags at him, crosses his mind and leaves the idea that if something were to have happened, shaun will be tried, forced to testify . it sucks to imagine piles of paperwork suffocating him despite the wanker not even being his problem anymore .
but there is also the chance that nathan will end up in orange again —— and thus, he picks up .
❝ wha’ do you want ? ❞
list of bastards
1. my dad
2. god
3. my dad
4. my dad
I’ll be right back! I’ll be right back! I’ll be right back!
independent && selective STU MACHER aka ghostface from scream ( 1996 ) . funky fresh, canon questioning && endured by schiff .
i love this man wow .