Sebastian Moran

Chief Executive Director of Homicide, Ltd. Formally of the 1st Bangalore Pioneers Author of "Heavy Game of the Western Himalayas"

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[blackmascara]

My mind rebels at stagnation! Give me problems! Give me work!

Sherlock Holmes (2009) dir. Guy Ritchie

[snipermcran]

Do you take OC's?

I’m so sorry that it took me so long. But yes I do! The only thing I ask is that if you want an established relationship (friendship, colleagues, etc.), I do need to know a bit about your character and we’d have to talk it out.  

[heroicintention-a]

“It’s much more fun when I do it. You never make the cuts right.” It was more an irritated insult than a real one. Jillian did try to keep blood off of her hands these days, just made it easier when people did try to get her– police officials, that was. They were the only ones who needed evidence and perhaps the elder Holmes. 

“You never know, Moran. Then again, people only really tried to scare me when I was young.. You would’ve found it funny, really.” She continued her work, stitching little by little to close up the wound. “Hm..? Oh. Right, you were out on work. Always had a rough relationship with that lot. I got into quite a bit of trouble before I had you, Basher. More than these days, I mean. But last time they were around, I may have… offended them.”

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“Well. Pardon me for not being knowledgeable on every single nerve a human has in their body, or how to cleanly cut a tendon. I’m just not quite as patient as you are when it comes to that stuff.” Sebastian finished off his glass and set it down.

“I’m sure I would have found it hilarious. People trying to scare you in school. I bet that went over well for them,” he looked at the wound on his leg being carefully stitched up by Moriarty’s nimble fingers. “Why did you offend the Russians?” Surely it had to be on purpose, there was most definitely a reason for this. Moriarty was without a doubt the smartest woman that he knew. She did nothing without a good reason.

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[eternalmemes]

░ Some angsty starter sentences !!  ❝ It’s okay — you’re going to be okay! ❞ ❝ No, please don’t leave… ❞ ❝ What do you mean you’re leaving?❞ ❝ I…I’m sorry. I have to go ❞ ❝ Where does it hurt?❞ ❝ What the hell did you do that for?❞ ❝ Why didn’t you tell me this before? ❞ ❝ No, they can’t be… they can’t be gone❞ ❝ I thought that we would go together ❞ ❝ I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to do it, but I had to tell them.❞ ❝ It won’t stop bleeding! ❞ ❝ Why do you make me feel so vulnerable? ❞ ❝ Who shot you?! ❞ ❝ What did you do? ❞ ❝ Are you all right? ❞ ❝ I can’t do this anymore ❞ ❝ I don’t think I can make it…❞      ❝ Why are you doing this to me? ❞ ❝ You’ve been unconscious for hours.❞ ❝ You have a fever…❞ ❝ I think I’m sick…❞ ❝ You shot me! ❞ ❝ What happened to you? ❞

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Betrayal & Regret Sentence Starters

“I told you not to get too close to me.” “From the day we met, I knew I’d hurt you eventually.” “I wish you never had trusted me.” “I told you to leave, but you didn’t. I gave you the chance!” “We were never friends. I’m so sorry.” “I did something terrible.” “It was inevitable, but I regretted it every step of the way.” “I’m mainly sorry that somewhere along the way, I started to care about you.” “I guess this is a lesson in not trusting people, right?” “How long?…Since the beginning.” “I wish I could just make a wish and become a better person.” “None if it was real, but I wish it was.” “Do you think I liked hurting you?” “I hurt people. It’s all I’m good at.” “I did it because I had to, not because I ever wanted to.” “I -did- care about you, I just had no other choice.” “You should have walked away when you had the chance.” “If we had never met, it would have saved us both some grief.” “I know it hurts, but I’m still glad we had the chance to know each other.” “Hurting you was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do.” “I didn’t want it to be like this, but I had no control!” “I guess I’ve just never been a trustworthy person.” “I don’t blame you. I wouldn’t want to forgive me either.” “So? Aren’t you going to say something?” “If I tell you what I did, we’ll probably never see one another again.”

“When were you going to tell me about this?” “Why me? Of all people, why me?” “You planned this all from the beginning?” “I wanted so badly to think you were different.” “How could you lead me along like that?” “None of what we had was ever real, was it?” “So, our friendship didn’t mean anything to you?” “I would have done anything for you, but you’ve ruined all of that.” “All of the things I sacrificed for you didn’t mean a thing?” “I wish I had known when we met that you were such a vile person.” “If I could go back, I would just walk away.” “I forgive you, but I’m not going to forget what you did.” “No. I don’t accept your apology.” “After all your lies, how do I know you mean it when you say you’re sorry?” “I hope you realized what you did was cruel.” “I still care about you.” “Just tell me that your feelings towards me were genuine.” “What on earth is worth betraying someone who loves you?” “If you want to regain my trust, you have to earn it.” “Don’t just say you’re sorry. Show me that you’re sorry.”

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Plotting Call

Since I don’t really have any icons and don’t want to post one liners without them. There will be a lack of open starters on my end. But I’ll gladly hop into your PM and chat with you till we have a plot idea in mind!

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HELLO

Yes, this blog is somewhat active! Sorry about my lack of activity. I started this, then took a ton of shifts at work, had a wedding, christmas and all that. There really has been no excuse for the 22 days after all that.. Except for the past three days I’ve had the flu. But now I’m around if anyone wants to plot or chat or anything. I’m pretty sure my PM is open. And I’m planning on reading some Sherlock Holmes tonight to get in the mood to write!

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moriartyxco:

“Very lucky. I’ve stitched up men with nothing and I would happily do the same with you if I didn’t think I’d get a headache from it.” She’d have a drink if she wasn’t worried on impairing her handiwork. Jillian was Irish and even though she was small, it took a few shots for he to get near drunk… still. Tipsy was enough to make the stitches bad and she needed Sebastian back in his feet soon.

Her eyes went to the clock, watching seconds tick by as if it would give under her gaze and go faster. “No idea… didn’t seem to be anyone with the police. They would’ve been easier to pick out, probably a bit more discreet towards the end. Which leads me to believe the Holmes’ brothers have nothing to do with it. I think they would hire people with more competence if they wished to remove me– and I do not think Sherlock wishes to. In fact even if he does know my whereabouts, I’m sure he’s kept the secret from his brother. The prick has more troubling things to worry about than me, at least for now he does…”

A soft hum. She picked up the needle and gave a gentle prod. “I have a few ideas but it depends on what the end result was meant to be. If it was simply a scare tactic, I’d say Magnussen is getting a bit too ahead of himself. If it was to kill me, I’d say a very wealthy and very unhappy client. If it was simply to capture me… well I might rethink my stance on the elder Holmes but more than likely I’d say the associates from Russia.”

@heroicintention​

“Well, I’ve seen you stitch up men with nothing, and it’s usually to keep them from bleeding out after you’ve tortured or had me torture them." He said as he poured himself a glass of the amber liquid. Being from a well-off family and a soldier, if there was one thing he could do without a doubt it was drink. Though, he didn't drink enough to get drunk. Not anymore. He needed a clear mind at all times in his line of work.

"A scare tacit? I highly doubt that what with your reputation. If Holmes hired anyone they would have been harder to notice or take down. Well trained men don’t just wander around an open street. It’s like they are asking to be shot.” Sebastian was no stranger to stitches, he became well acquainted with them after his encounter with Kali's kitten. So when the needle prodded his skin, he hardly flinched. The area was numb by now. He took another sip of his drink.

“What happened with the Russians?"

[gentlemanuniverse]

Work

[moranfacts]

Sebastian hates the fact he feels stupid when he's around Jim. He is actually smarter than the average human being but Jim always makes out like he's an ape and Seb can't stand it because even though he loves Jim, he still hates feeling inferior (probably because his father always told him he was when he was a kid)

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moriartyxco:

She looked up and raised a brow, holding the needle away. “Oh dear. All those questions got me off track,” Jillian said dryly. Putting the needle onto one of the clean disinfectant patches, she clicked her tongue. “But yes. There’s a bit of the cream left, lucky you. Since you seem so set on drinking.”

Getting up she walked the the cupboard, returning with the stout crystal glass bottle of whiskey and two glasses. “I’m going to need one after all this whining,” the woman grumbled setting the things on the table before sinking back down, applying the cream against his skin carefully, not wanting it to get in the wound. “Tell me when you can’t feel the area. Might take a few moments.” Picking up the bottle, she looks over the back of it.

“Lucky me.” he said and watched Moriarty grab the glasses and some whiskey. He scoffed when she mentioned that he was whining. He was about to say something along the lines of ‘well how about you get poked with a needle around a fresh wound’, but this was his boss, and a very powerful one, who was stitching up his wound.

“Any theories on who did this tonight?” He asked, gesturing to outside the apartment where there were probably workers coming to clean up the mess they made in the street.

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“Duck, you idiot!” {{moriartyxco}}

No one fuckin’ shoots at his boss. Moriarty was a powerful woman with her fingers in many pies, if anything happened to her, than lord knows what would happen. Or at least that’s how Moran was going to justify his behavior. When they started to shoot at Moriarty, he immediately pulled out his gun and shot back, pushing Moriarty behind him, carefully leading the two to cover. Except Moran didn’t duck, he continued to shoot. When Moriarty told him to duck, thanks to years of training in the military, his first instinct was to follow orders first, ask questions later. Especially while you were in the field.

[snipermcran]

moriartyxco:

She set out what she needed, taking her time and letting him shed the layer of clothing. Taking a clean cloth, she tried to clean what she could. The smell of blood wasn’t exactly one she enjoyed, and she hummed applying the antiseptic. Another clean cloth pressed on top. “Put your hand over that.”

Eyes returned to the kit. The needles were already sterilized but she cleaned one anyway before looking for the thick thread. “Of course. We have plenty in the cupboard.”

Her hands, she decided were capable enough. Not shaking as they had been. More eased by the assurance that all threats were erased and her sniper was only in need of minor repair. “Yes, a gift. I receive those time to time, you realize.” She didn’t sound irritated, but rather flat, focused on the job at hand as she began prodding skin with metal. “Only a few things. The rug, one of the vases, those wretched dolls.” Which she actually quite enjoyed and kept pristine, without a speck of dust. Still she had never been one to admit she liked such things.

Sebastian held the cloth to the wound at Moriarty’s orders. It stung, but it wasn’t the worst thing he’s ever felt. The most painful thing he’s ever felt would be a scratch from Kali’s Kitten, not even when he initially got the scratch, but what came after. Damn wound got infected. After that he could handle pain like this a little better. Not that he enjoyed it all that much.

When Moriarty started to prod at the skin, he hissed in pain, gripping the edge of the chair as he tried to keep from pulling his leg away. “Fuck! Christ! Did we run out of anything to numb it?” He asked.

[snipermcran]

My mini vacation from work has ended. But I'll be back on here... hopefully tonight! So feel free to send me plot ideas, ask questions, reply to an open, anything.

[snipermcran]

“Be more careful next time. I don’t want to bandage you up again.” [xan moriarty, hiii. hope this is okay!]

“Yeah, well I don’t get stabbed on purpose.” he said and picked up his shirt that was draped across the chair.

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protective sentence starters

as requested. Feel free to change pronouns or anything else !

“Don’t you hurt a single hair on his/her/their head.”

“Hands off!”

“What do you think you’re doing to him/her/them?”

“I’ll never let you go.” / “Don’t ever let me go.”

“Don’t ever leave my sight again.”

“I got your back.”

“Where are you going? It’s not safe out there!”

“Do you trust me?”

“Be more careful next time. I don’t want to bandage you up again.”

“Hey, it’s cold outside. At least wear a jacket.”

“I’d die for you.”

“You’ll back off if you know what’s good for you.”

“Get behind me NOW.”

“Here, I have an extra weapon.”

“Duck, you idiot!”

“Go on without me.”

“Well what did you expect would happen while you’re walking alone at night? Come on, let’s get you away from that creep.”

“Hey. Pal. I’ve got a gun/knife/fist/weapon and I’m not afraid to use it.”

“You can stop hugging me now.”

“You scared the shit out of me. I’m never going to stop hugging you.”

“Quit babying me! I can protect myself.”

“I’ll always be there to save you.” / “I know you’ll always be there to save me.”

“If you even THINK about touching him/her/them, I’ll kill you.”

“[choked up] I thought I lost you.” / “[choked up] I never thought I’d see you again.”