The Visitor

This is an oc for bbc Sherlock. Mulitverse Multiship Will tag everything that is triggering. ooc tag: outtraveling

[moriartylivesx]

[samthevisitor]

She did need him, he was right. But the way he was holding her throat set something ablaze in her stomach. She wanted to swallow it down. Every time she had lashed at him it hadn’t ended well for her but she couldn’t help it. He started it. “Yes I was trying to insult you.”...

[samthevisitor]

She watched him. All expression blank from her face. "I don't understand you. Why do you like Sebastian and not me. We really aren't that different." She was done with life. She was done with Jim, she was just. Done.

[daemonaraneae]

Jim, I am writing to you from my cell. They give me paper and pen but i don't know if you really get my letters. If you do. I am glad. But if you don't at least there is something to keep my sanity. The only people I ever see are my guards. They are constantly watching Jim. Why are they constantly watching. I can't do shit here and yet they look like i'm going to murder an entire city. I don't understand why this is happening Jim Help me understand. -Yours in love, Rachel

We’re sorry.

The number you are trying to reach for [James Moriarty] is not on file or has been disconnected.

Please check the number you are messaging and try again. 

Thank you for your cooperation. 

            Captured foot soldiers couldn’t be helped, and Jim couldn’t go risking any of his assets in defense of one. He had an empire to run, and his business took precedence over all.

                         He never kept a phone number long, anyway.

[samthevisitor]

Dear Jim,

I fear my letters aren't getting to you. You havn't replied and it is my fourth. Yet how can I be so stupid. Why would you care about a person like me. Alas. I cannot stop the hope from flooding in my cell bars. You will come save me. I know you will. Everyone else has been sentenced to death, but i am much craftyer than that. I have everyone eating out of the palm of my hand. I will make my escape Jim, or you will save me. Pick your poison.

-Yours in love

Sam

[vulgarswami-deactivated20140719]

[bearsnbeetsnbattlestargalactica]

This was seriously the best prank

[samthevisitor]

Ethejizz69:

😭😭😭😭😂😂😂

[hiemexsicarius-archived-deactiv]

Send me "I miss you" to know what my muse will say after 1 year, 5 years, then to 10 years after your muse's death.

[rupindah-deactivated20130215]

I’m really good at keeping secrets because five minutes later I forget what you told me because I don’t care

[samthevisitor]

When you care too much about peoples secrets and develop a serious anxiety problem ... woops...

[cosmog]

sorry! your password must contain at least seventeen roman numerals and the entire script of shrek the third

[samthevisitor]

Dear god... That's the worst Shrek!

[rpmememaker]

Send one of the following! (angst)

[samthevisitor]

"You deserved every minute of that."

"I was an idiot to think you’d changed."

"You never listen, do you?"

"You’re hopeless. Get up."

"No, I meant it. I meant every word."

"You’re a bad person."

"Get out of my life."

"Let go of me!"

"And to think I loved you."

"I never want to see you again."

"I wish you were dead."

[inboxideas]

Put "Morning, Sleeping Beauty" in my askbox for my character's reaction to waking up in bed with yours with no recollection of the night prior.

[samthevisitor]

Some more poetry from the MUN

It's raining

It's pouring

I can't stop crying

It's shivering

It's dying

It's you I'm hurting

I'm thrashing

I'm lashing

I wish i wasn't so good at masking

The Pain

The Hurt

Never mind I'm find

Just off to work

[samthevisitor]

Just some more pained poetry from the mun.

[naragun-deactivated20161113]

I highly recommend you follow the person I reblogged this from.

[derwandelndegeist-deactivated20]

[symphonyofslaughtery-deactivate]

He’ ll Treat you like a 5 star guest

[samthevisitor]

The bedroom was absolutely beautiful. The bed was made with old iron that curled into beautiful patterns. A drapery was hung over it whichmade it seem liketh e bed was on a cloud. A mirror was in the corner. So you could seeyourself at all times from the bed. It was beautiful. Prison. Peaceful. Trapped She never wanted to leave. Jim wouldn’t let her. She was happy. She was scared. The door creaked open.

[symphonyofslaughtery-deactivate]

Blatant clacking noises disrupt the laconic, inhabited hallway. The door quivers.

He fingers the rusty latch playfully, as if it took much effort beckoning it open, but finally pushes through with the help of his right thigh.

The excessive weigh comes from a large pan-sized slab displaying several small dishes of breakfast assortments neatly arranged in hearty little stacks.

Sugar Powdered Muffins, flaky, half-baked Biscuits with those black crusted bottoms, Tea and crumpets, Jams and jellies of all flavors, warm Apple crumble, baby strawberries with the mossy tops cut off, and classic eggs n’ bacon. { Obviously seprete from the others delicacies so none of the cheesy egg yolk runs helplessly into the salty bacon grease }

This was a guest after all.

[samthevisitor]

She smelled the food before she could see him. Delicious. Poison. She watched the pomp in which he presented her breakfast to her. On such a heavy platter. All for show.  

"Good Morning." She sat up in her bed. Cage She could see her reflection. She was so thin. He showered her with delicacies beyond her imagination but she couldn’t eat. Dark purple shadows shown just beneath her eyes, brought on by exhaustion. But she couldn’t say she didn’t looked beautiful. It was something about this place. Everything that should be horrid, was. Beautiful. Her lace nightgown shimmered in the bright morning sunlight that poured into her room. Chains. Cage. Trap.   

[symphonyofslaughtery-deactivate]

The room is silent.

{ Did he leave you tongue-tied?

Or did he heedlessly forget about slashing it off? }

Oh so silent as the only audible noise made was the soft timid shuffle of those particular Westwood shoes scrapping emptily against dust varnished floor boards.

{ The dust rises like a big, fat, obese athsma attack. He is the epitome of an athsma attack. Quintessence. }

They hauled, his watery black pupils dragging upward from the floor to observe her amaranthine, sullen eye sockets. Sleep wasn’t the only substance she was lacking, he presumed whilst slipping down to her extruding rib cage and colorless, waxen complexion.

Previously hovering beside the disorganized sheet-strung bed, His tan wrinkle-less pant legs stretched gently onto the comforter, easily swallowed by the mattresses soft dough mold.

Quite. Composed.

Stilllllll l l l l l .

“ Good Morning. ”

[samthevisitor]

She watched his perfectly tailored pants stretch the length of the room. His sheer white shirt was only buttoned up to his belly button. He sat next to her on the bed and laid on the tray across her lap.

Suddenly she wanted to eat. She wanted to stay and do whatever it was Jim asked. She didn't understand it. It was a primal instinct that was activated in her. An animal like loyalty to him.

Every day when she was alone she would dream about leaving until he came. Then she wished she never had to. She hated herself because of it. She hated Jim because of it.

It was quite a nice spread this morning. He had brought her favorite apple crumbles tea and eggs. She would nibble at he other things but she would finish her chosen foods. She was hungry this morning, she took that as a sign for a good day.

"Did you sleep well?" He gown was cought in the covers so when she turned to look at him it twisted in an unfashionable manor.  

[derwandelndegeist-deactivated20]

[symphonyofslaughtery-deactivate]

He’ ll Treat you like a 5 star guest

[samthevisitor]

The bedroom was absolutely beautiful. The bed was made with old iron that curled into beautiful patterns. A drapery was hung over it whichmade it seem liketh e bed was on a cloud. A mirror was in the corner. So you could seeyourself at all times from the bed. It was beautiful. Prison. Peaceful. Trapped She never wanted to leave. Jim wouldn’t let her. She was happy. She was scared. The door creaked open.

[symphonyofslaughtery-deactivate]

Blatant clacking noises disrupt the laconic, inhabited hallway. The door quivers.

He fingers the rusty latch playfully, as if it took much effort beckoning it open, but finally pushes through with the help of his right thigh.

The excessive weigh comes from a large pan-sized slab displaying several small dishes of breakfast assortments neatly arranged in hearty little stacks.

Sugar Powdered Muffins, flaky, half-baked Biscuits with those black crusted bottoms, Tea and crumpets, Jams and jellies of all flavors, warm Apple crumble, baby strawberries with the mossy tops cut off, and classic eggs n’ bacon. { Obviously seprete from the others delicacies so none of the cheesy egg yolk runs helplessly into the salty bacon grease }

This was a guest after all.

[samthevisitor]

She smelled the food before she could see him. Delicious. Poison. She watched the pomp in which he presented her breakfast to her. On such a heavy platter. All for show.  

"Good Morning." She sat up in her bed. Cage She could see her reflection. She was so thin. He showered her with delicacies beyond her imagination but she couldn't eat. Dark purple shadows shown just beneath her eyes, brought on by exhaustion. But she couldn't say she didn't looked beautiful. It was something about this place. Everything that should be horrid, was. Beautiful. Her lace nightgown shimmered in the bright morning sunlight that poured into her room. Chains. Cage. Trap.   

[symphonyofslaughtery-deactivate]

" Well. I’m waiting.

Or are you still rigorously traumatized befalling our last get-together? ”

” It was hardly my fault the milk was chunky. I had much more relevant things to monitor, believe me. ”

{ He particularly would of fancied watching the milky, opaque lumps slid themselves forcefully down her gullet, But thought twise when when it came to sparing his expensive Persian carpet — Personally hand-skinned by his premium sniper, and otherwise excessive. Not that sentimentality was the reason he kept it. }

[samthevisitor]

"I'm fine." She insisted. She didn't want to show any form of weakness. He was testing her. Her ability to cope with his insanity brilliance. She could. But the tests were becoming more physical challenges than mental. She was just exhausted. She just wanted to curl up and sleep.

"But perhaps next time you let me do the grocery shopping. You haven't let me leave in days. I could redo this whole place for you. You wouldn't have to do a single thing yourself. Everything would be done for you . It would free your mind to do other psychopathic  genius things.

Some would say her loyalty was insane sweet. She didn't even understand it herself. But she wouldn't leave. Not until she was pried from him and killed.

[derwandelndegeist-deactivated20]

[symphonyofslaughtery-deactivate]

He’ ll Treat you like a 5 star guest

[samthevisitor]

The bedroom was absolutely beautiful. The bed was made with old iron that curled into beautiful patterns. A drapery was hung over it whichmade it seem liketh e bed was on a cloud. A mirror was in the corner. So you could seeyourself at all times from the bed. It was beautiful. Prison. Peaceful. Trapped She never wanted to leave. Jim wouldn't let her. She was happy. She was scared. The door creaked open.

[daemonaraneae]

"I know you loved me once."

               ”Loved you?”

                            “I don’t even feel for you the general contempt I have for humanity. You are nothing, another scratch on the marred surface of this world that catches up those of us who try to skate across it.” 

                                            “Get a clue, sweetheart. I don’t love anyone.”

[samthevisitor]

She ignored every word he said. She knew he loved her. It couldn't have all been an act. He couldn't be that good of an actor... She saw him. She watched his pupils dialate as he looked into her eyes. She wanted to scream. She wanted Jim back, her Jim, the Jim that loved her. "Jim... You couldn't have been lying the entire time..." She was holding back tears. "You couldn't lie to me." She watched his unmoving face. And her sorrow turned into desperation. She began to shake a bit. She was going to have an anxiety attack. Damn PSTD. She was going to look weak in front of him. She was helpless.

[rp-ask-box-memes-blog-blog-blog]

Threaten my muse with one of the following;

"I know who you love."

"I’ll beat you within an inch of your life!"

"I know what you’re scared of."

"I’ll tickle you until you’re blue in the face!"

"I’ll turn you into shoes!"

"Wouldn’t it be a shame if they found out your secret?"

"I’ll tie you up, get you hot, and leave you there, begging for more."

"You’re more helpless than you think. I know that."

"I’m going to have to take a look at your pancreas."