I want to break your heart

A story without a villain isn't a story at all--it's tedium. Jim Moriarty, consulting criminal.

[assmonroe]

JUST KIDDING by ~keiva-som-ko

[shercockandmycrotch-blog]

I think it’s time to bring this back.

[andiamburdenedwithgloriousfeels]

It is absolutely time to bring this back. 

[angsty-askboxmemes]

Try to convince my character not to torture yours.

submitted by ~ alphainthehouse

[oweshimafall]

Arctic Monkeys - Do I wanna know?

I dreamt about you nearly every night this week How many secrets can you keep? 'Cause there's this tune I found that makes me think of you somehow And I play it on repeat Until I fall asleep Spilling drinks on my settee

[oweshimafall]

Prompt: Your muse finds my muse curled up in the shower crying, what's their reaction?

A look of utter confusion crossed Moriarty's face, then he was reaching through the spray to shut the water off. He grabbed a towel off the rack and made an attempt to wrap it around Molly, muttering, "Come on, let's get you out of there..."

[sdkit]

Malware (Kit Lestrade and Jim Moriarty)

Kit stood in the dark room, her black hair pulled back in a slick ponytail. 

"Job’s done, now pay up." she snarled. She was sick of the runaround bullshit, she’d held up her end of the bargain now these shits needed to keep theirs.

"I know what you’re going to do with the information, now either hand over the money or I turn you in." 

Forget that she commit worse crimes on a daily basis, sometimes a good threat was necessary. 

[oweshimafall]

"Ooh, scary," Moriarty said with a mock-flinch, though he never once took his eyes off of Kit. His lips curved into a thin smile. "I don't think you'd do something like that. Sinking the ship and going down with it when there's still so much money to be made... that's on a John Watson level of stupid."

Standing behind him, Sebastian Moran shifted his weight impatiently.

"But my word is my bond," Moriarty went on, and nodded to Moran. "Give Ms. Lestrade her compensation."

Moran reached into his pocket, pulled out a neat stack of bills, and tossed it over to Kit, followed by another.

[oweshimafall]

Bluff (Amelia Kelly and Jim Moriarty)

[ameliakelly221]

{Text} you can have my second pack-AK

{Text} fine. Questioned by peculisr man-AK Amelia stopped her car at 221B, walking up the stiars and opening the door. With a nod to Mrs.Hudson she opens the unlocked door, seeing Sherlock

[oweshimafall]

--who was lying on the floor with just his feet up on the sofa, staring blankly up at the ceiling. A small number of crime scene photos lay spread out around his head in a semicircle.

Without even looking over, he said, "Tell me you have nicotine."

[acaptivetiger]

Taming the Tiger ||Open RP||

[acaptivetiger]

"No, I bloody can’t." He growled out, eyes narrowing as he watched the other man removing the bullets from his revolver. Sebastian felt like cursing that confident twat out for interrupting his night. "Get down to business, I ain’t in the bloody mood." Admittedly, though, he was enjoying the view as he scowled up at the other man, trying to look intimidating despite the little smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

[oweshimafall]

That little smile didn't go unnoticed.

"Lovely," the man in the suit said, lips curling into a satisfied smirk. He motioned to the two thugs pinning Sebastian down, and they unceremoniously hauled him to his knees. "I see you're a no-nonsense kind of man," the man went on, pulling up a chair for himself, "so you'll have to excuse the theatrics. Gives things a properly villainous feeling, if I'm to be completely honest. And, well, the offer at hand does rather require a bit of dramatic flair. Have you ever listened to anything by The Syndicated Liars?"

[oweshimafall]

Bluff (Amelia Kelly and Jim Moriarty)

[ameliakelly221]

"We’ll get him. Don’t work" She states before getting into her car, starting the engine up. Giving one last look at the man she drove off, sending a text

[oweshimafall]

No sooner was it sent than three texts came in from Sherlock in rapid succession.

17:11:32 Where are you? SH

17:11:50 Never mind. You're needed at 221B. SH

17:12:01 Bring cigarettes. SH

[acaptivetiger]

Taming the Tiger ||Open RP||

Sebastian wandered into his flat and set the six pack of beer down on the table before he realised something was wrong. He reached for the revolver in his shirt pocket. Too slow. Two men jumped him and cuffed his hands behind his back. Sebastian grunted as his chest was slammed into the floor. He glared at the man in the expensive suit before he closed his eyes and allowed his cheek to rest against the floor. “What do you want?” He sighed heavily, not at all one to respect others without reason.

[oweshimafall]

"Mmm, I'd say 'a captive audience', but that's a little too obvious, isn't it. No, what I want--" The man crouched down by Sebastian, deftly searching out and confiscating his revolver. Straightening up, he took the bullets out and set everything on the table. "What I want is a few minutes of your time, and then you can get right back to your happy little party with your six friends. And all I need is for you to listen to my offer, and then give me a quick 'yes' or a 'no'. Think you can manage that for me, Colonel?"

[dead-bodies-all-around-blog]

"Life is all right," she said, staring up at the ceiling, "Boring actually and still as cruel as ever. So many grisely murders happening in the past few weeks in Cardiff. Certainly though you must have heard of them." 

[oweshimafall]

"Oh, I have. The media can't get enough of it. I imagine they must find it exciting. But who wouldn't?" He grinned mischievously. "A good old-fashioned villain to terrorize the populace... and then of course the catharsis of seeing him safely behind bars for the rest of his life. It's better than the movies."

[themuses-sister-deactivated2014]

5 people entered County General

Elizabeth bit her lip nervously before knocking on the door. She smiled as the door opened putting her hand out to the person. “Hello I’m Dr Corday, I did say I was going to visit but if this is a bad time I can come back later.”

[oweshimafall]

"Dr. Corday?" Moriarty repeated numbly. Then, his eyes lit up and he smiled, giving her a friendly handshake. "Ah, Dr. Corday. Right! Sorry. Just completely slipped my mind." He stepped back to let her through. "Please, come in. Would you like something to drink? Tea, coffee?"

[theordinaryholmes-deactivated20]

Yvonne smiled brightly. “That’s great,”

[oweshimafall]

Beat.

"Right," Jim said with a little nod, "I'll just--" Still smiling awkwardly, he wandered away to find an inconspicuous spot to wait, so as not to become a nuisance or get in anybody's way.

[oweshimafall]

//Hey there. If you ever happen to see this, just know that writing with you was a lot of fun, and I miss you. I wish you the best of luck with everything. :)

[oweshimafall]

Open RP: Irony

"No one ever gets to me. No one--" Baring his teeth in a snarl, Moriarty upped and kicked a chair hard enough to send it skittering across the floor. A long, raw, angry yell escaped him, a pure expression of helpless frustration that he didn't stifle because he was sure he was alone. Falling silent, he drew in a shaky breath and muttered, "Ah, fuck. Fuck this."

[oweshimafall]

Oh Christ, oh Christ, oh Christ.

[dead-bodies-all-around-blog]

Once Molly placed her order she handed the waiter her menu and looked down at the table, glancing through her lashes at Moriarty, waiting for the waiter to disappear back into the kitchen before talking again. 

[oweshimafall]

In an oddly self-conscious gesture, Moriarty idly shuffled the cutlery around, swapping the knife and forks so they sat on the "wrong" sides. "I got a bit distracted earlier, and I never got the chance to ask you how you've been. Awfully rude of me." He looked at her attentively. "How's life been treating you, Molly?"

[oweshimafall]

Bluff (Amelia Kelly and Jim Moriarty)

[ameliakelly221]

Looking him over she nods, acting apologetic. “Sorry, I’m just stressed. I think I’ll be heading to my flat now”

[oweshimafall]

"Right," the man said, and gave Amelia a quick, rueful smile in return. "I won't hold you up. Have a nice day." A pause. He seemed compelled to add, "And, er, best of luck catching the killer."