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POXSONMENACE. ❝ every fairytale needs a good old-fashioned villain. ❞
AN INDEPENDENT & SELECTIVE JIM MORIARTY FROM BBC SHERLOCK PENNED BY JESSICA | SHE/HER | 25+ | ESTABLISHED 2016 SIDEBLOGS: @sxnnersaxnt (Tommy Shelby) @twxnstars (Morpheus)
CARRD | THEME | HEADCANONS | MEMES
So I know I’ve been inactive here (and on Dream) for a while, but I just wanted to give a little update on how I’m doing, and long story short, I’m in agony. Turns out I’ve had gallstones for years and they’ve been causing me so much grief lately that I needed emergency surgery to remove my gallbladder last week. The surgery was complicated and I’m still bed bound, so if anyone has gone through this, any tips and tricks to speed up my recovery would be so appreciated. Also this shit in my hand hurt almost as much as having a drainage bag for my liver (that gets yanked out btw so I wouldn’t recommend) 😅
Oh hey there. Just a quick post to say I’m still here (writing in IM and on discord mainly), and that I hope to become properly active again soon! In the meantime, have cheers from me on new years and a very cute Corinthian skull I just bought ✨
TWXNSTARS. ❝ Things need not have happened to be true. Tales and dreams are the shadow-truths that will endure when mere facts are dust and ashes, and forgot. ❞
AN INDEPENDENT & SELECTIVE DREAM OF THE ENDLESS FROM DC'S THE SANDMAN | PENNED BY JESSICA | SHE/HER | 25+ | ESTABLISHED 2025
✶ CARRD | LAW | DOSSIER ✶
So the end destroyed me and here are my very riveting thoughts; Dream deserves endless cuddles, his parents (especially his dad) can fuck off, and Corinth deserves pets because he is the goodest boy 🥺
Oh dear.. after waiting three years I fear sandman has consumed my mind. All I’m thinking about is sandman. I want to read more of it. Write it. Become part of the fandom.. what has season two done 😩
❝ i will cut out the tongues of every man who has wronged you. ❞
MEME | ACCEPTING
A proud and boastful sneer graced his features as dark hues swept themselves onto his beloved sniper, fingertips drumming across his pristine glass desk in one quick rhythm. ❝ Ever the loyal servant aren't you 'Bastian? ❞ He purred, those fingers twitching with obvious excitement at the MORBID claim. ❝ In that case I'll expect those tongues on my desk by Monday. ❞
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There was a voice in Dustfinger's head, low and whispering, yet piercing his brain like a hot needle. He doubled over, clutching at his forehead in pain that it only lasted for an instant.
Yet when he straightened, he dashed his hands frantically across his eyes, unable to comprehend what they seemed to be taking in: a small tidy room, brightly lit though the world was dark outside the clear windows. A fire flickered beside him, but it seemed cold and empty to him somehow, not an inviting friend that brought comfort.
And strangest of all, a man sat next to it with a book balanced on his lap.
Dustfinger retreated instinctually when the man stood and advanced on him with obvious aggression. In the few seconds before his back hit the wall with a dull thump, he noticed only that the stranger was small and lithe, and therefore quick on his feet, with dark hair and eyes, and something in his expression that terrified the fire-dancer.
Cold, dull metal pressed just above his throat, and his gaze was forced to the ceiling. The feel of it was unfamiliar, but it was obvious that he was being threatened with a weapon of some sort, and he had no doubt that it would be used if he didn't cooperate.
And yet Dustfinger found himself at a loss for words, robbed by fear, his heartbeat suddenly loud in his ears and his breath coming fast and shallow.
"...P-please... I don't..."
His empty hands shook as he raised them to the level of his head in a sign of terrified surrender.
The consulting criminal was accustomed to men grovelling for their lives when a gun or even a blade was pressed to their skin, and he always took great pleasure in watching that skin SHIVER beneath cold steel. What he wasn't accustomed to however was receiving such an instant reaction from someone who'd broken into his own home; a penthouse that wasn't easy to locate nor was it easy to gain access to. Usually, those people would be highly skilled in their craft and would have more oomph to them. A drive to carry out their MALICIOUS intentions.
The blonde before him didn't seem to possess any at all. In fact, he seemed almost confused as he did. As though he'd fallen through the ceiling by accident and just to happened to land in a room with someone that would SKIN him alive.
❝ And why shouldn't I? After all you can't be that important, ❞ he clicked back the hammer spur as he pressed the barrel against the BOBBING adam's apple to labour those shallow breaths. ❝ You still haven't answered my question. ❞
Was he correct in his assessment? Or was Will Graham just a lousy liar? He wears the truth like a second skin he cannot properly shed. It hangs onto him and it divulge itself in the depths of his brown eyes. No matter how tightly he thinks he grasps it, it is never enough and he knows it. It slips right through his fingers.
“There are more frightening things than memories.” There were more damning things than nightmares. Why should he give weight to something that, in the end, doesn't matter? Will's horrors make their way to the day time. They find a home in his consciousness. But he does agree. The mind is fragile — like red cedar, splintered and broken; jagged edges still a threat. “And our minds, fragile yet resistant. That is human nature, don't you think?”
MORIARTY had a knack for finding damaged souls, the same way a narcissist could sniff out an empath from a mile away, and there was something delightfully sombre about the man before him. A depth that went unspoken. Something that could be EXPLOITED, manipulated, played with, and the consulting criminal was all too eager to pick at and fray that thread.
The response he'd managed to elicit though was generic, impersonal, and his eyes flicked up with the urge to roll them. But he refrained. ❝ Yes, I've heard the bogeyman can be quite TERRIFYING. ❞ He teased, his voice laced with sarcasm yet poised in such a way that he could almost be taken seriously. Like he was a man that believed in grim fairytales.
❝ But if it's not your own memories or the MONSTER under your bed that frightens you, then what does? ❞
𝑺𝒖𝒓𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒚, 𝒐𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒍, depending how one looks at the issue, it is vastly better to let Moriarty believe in his own grandiose delusions. Allow him to rest on his laurels and believe himself to be untouchable. It’s much easier to manage him this way, he’s more predictable, if that at all can be said about Moriarty.
“I wouldn’t call it loathing exactly.” He shuffles his feet, switches hands that hold his umbrella in front of him, sniffs. “I can only find in myself to be mildly irritated at the pebble stuck in my shoe. Loathing it would be giving it more thought than it deserves, and I am far too busy for that.”
❝ A pebble stuck in your shoe, ❞ he repeated at length, his voice trailing off as though he was about to recite a story, a poem maybe, his brows knitting together to convey thought when his mind had already finished constructing his sentence. ❝ Do you know what happens when you leave a pebble to rattle around in your shoe? It creates little abrasions, it BLOODIES your socks, it limps your step and skews your focus.. awful lot of damage caused by such a little thing. ❞ Onyx hues flicked down to look directly at the umbrella that Mycroft was ever so reliant upon. ❝ It's a good thing you already have your crutch. Those abrasions are about to become INFECTED. ❞
𝑯𝒆 𝒃𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒂 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒚 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒉, keeps the sneer away from showing too. Discussing semantics was not his main point of interest at the time being and the dig was just an unnecessary pinch salt on the wound — he’ll have to thank John and his ever popular blog later on for that one.
But Sherlock does however, smile, and pull the gun out of his pocket, aiming it at Moriarty’s knee. “Actually, what I'd love is just shooting you right in the leg. Blow your kneecap out, I think. Would be interesting to see where that takes us, don’t you agree?” Not in the move for subtle play — he wants to wrap this up quickly and be home in time for the afternoon tea.
MORIARTY blinked once when he heard the fabric shift, then he blinked again as the gun appeared in his peripheral, the sneer he wore widening in a way that could only be described as MISCHIEVIOUS. All-knowing. Sherlock could be daring, but he was never that daring. Not so soon. He needed to be pushed to the brink first.
❝ Ooh you flirt. If you want to get me down on one knee dear all you have to do is ask. No need to bring toys into this.. unless you're already tired of our little games in which case, ❞ he extended an arm out to cup the man's palm, raising it a few inches until it was level with his own forehead, dark glinting eyes not once leaving those pale blues. ❝ FIRE away. ❞
devoted, yearning & obsessive
❝ you occupy my thoughts. day and night, even in dreams you're there. i want you to never stop haunting me. ❞
❝ i am eternally yours. until the stars go out. and maybe, even after that. ❞
❝ my heart bleeds the color of your soul. i would cut it out and put it in your palms if i could. ❞
❝ it's like you have knit yourself around my ribs. i could no more cut you out than i could remove my own lungs. ❞
❝ you are woven into my soul and i dare not cut a single thread. ❞
❝ i am yours, body and soul, to do with as you wish. ❞
❝ i don't require you to love me back, or to care for me as i do you. only let me be here, let me devote myself to you. that would be enough. ❞
❝ i want to trap your smile in a bottle and take it out when no one else can see. ❞
❝ you belong to me and i to you. ❞
❝ do not look away from me. i cannot bear it when i do not occupy your vision. ❞
❝ i will follow you. to the ends of the earth, to the very gates of hades and whatever might lay beyond. ❞
❝ i will always be here. no matter how far you go you can always come home to me. ❞
❝ tell me all the places you have been hurt, every rejection, every scar. let me love you in all the places where you have burned. ❞
❝ i will not ever let you go. ❞
❝ you cannot escape this. you cannot run away from the love we share. ❞
❝ what we have is deeper than words could capture. ❞
❝ i will be anything you desire. i pluck out the parts of me you find distasteful and stuff your love in the craters left behind. ❞
❝ tell me what you wish of me and i will do it. ❞
❝ i could spend all day merely watching the air in your lung. i would count every blink. i would cherish every sigh from your lips. i could watch you merely exist for the rest of my life. ❞
❝ don't let go of me. i think if you lost me i would die. ❞
❝ i will cut out the tongues of every man who has wronged you. ❞
❝ i wish i could crawl inside you and make a home out of the hollows of your bones. ❞
ACTIONS:
WATCH: for sender to watch receiver sleep.
WATCHED: for sender to wake up and find receiver watching over them.
DISCOVER: for sender to find a journal full of sketches receiver made of them and sender finds them looking at it.
DISCOVERED: for receiver to find a journal full of sketches receiver made of them.
FOLLOW: for sender to stalk receiver, claiming they're doing it to protect them.
FOLLOWED: for receiver to stalk sender and claim they're protecting them.
GOING: for sender to take receiver to a secluded cabin for a romantic getaway.
GONE: for receiver to take sender to a secluded cabin for a romantic getaway.
SACRIFICE: for sender to kill someone who wronged receiver as a grand gesture.
SACRIFICED: for receiver to kill someone who wrong sender as a grand gesture.
CAUGHT: for sender to catch receiver staring at them.
CATCHING: for receiver to catch sender staring at them.
REVEAL: for sender to slowly undress themselves while receiver watches, but doesn't touch.
REVEALED: for receiver to slowly undress themselves while sender watches, but doesn't touch.
BATHE: for sender to bathe receiver, meticulously and tenderly as if serving them.
BATHED: for receiver to bathe sender, meticulously and tenderly as if serving them.
Oh god.. it’s that time of year again where I start eyeing up my drafts to become active again.. 👀
We miss you
Gahhhh I miss you too dude. Hopefully I’ll be back to posting on here soon 🥺
☆ put this star into the inbox of your favorite blogs. it's time to spread positivity !!!! (( SUCH an insane portrayal of a character that's DIFFICULT AS ALL HELL TO WRITE, LET ALONE DO SO AS MASTERFULLY AS YOU DO!??? ))
Omg dudeee this was such a random little message but it’s made me so happy, I’m so glad you think this 🥺
Happy New Year! We both miss you & Jim & Tommy. <3
Aw happy new year to you and your bois too! Already missing those Tommy and Lu shenanigans ngl 👀
Coming at you for this New Years to say I LOVE YOU AND YOUR MUSE!!! Moriarty's got a special place in my and Corinthian's heart 💖 I look forward to their many shared misadventures for 2025!
Awww my dude, it’s the same with me. Here’s to us and our bois and whether they’ll grow to absolutely hate each other or absolutely love each other (more than they kinda already do) 😂🎉
