seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from China
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Kyrgyzstan
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Venezuela
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Azerbaijan
seen from United States
seen from Brazil
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
Today I went to a family gathering and ate a lot I sat in a hammock and got dizzy lol. But I had a lot of fun.
I'm sleepy but I needed to draw 🥲
So here him petting his tiger again. I love drawing Jim wearin Sebastian shirts as pyjamas I mean he could wear fancy pyjamas but I want him to wear his tiger's shirt \*∆*\
No. 382
Maybe I should have started with Sebastian's Sunday drawing, but I'm still not sure which one to choose...
The Sniffling Tiger
A/N: I have loads of things that I should be doing. Am I doing those things though? No. No I am not. Instead of getting work done, I am writing a fanfic. :D This one is another incorrect quote by the lovely @devil_in_westwood on instagram.
Pairings: Sebastian Moran x Jim Moriarty
Summary: Sebastian is taken by the Virgin and his Soldier. All that he can hope for is a swift death before Jim finds out that he’s gone.
Or,
“Sherlock: Where’s your owner.
Sebastian: I aint’ tell you SHI—wait what you call him?
Sherlock: *to john* After all the blows to the head he must be losing his hearing… Your OWNER, Colonel where is he?
Sebastian: Oh fuck you virgin, I heard what you said. But he’s my Boss not my owner.
John: Tell that to the GPS microchip in your neck.”
Word count: 924
Warnings: Violence, possessive!Jim, dark!Jim, brief mentions of torture, brief mentions of water boarding, language,
Sebastian was going to catch a cold. He just knew it. He should’ve put on the jumper that Jim had been nagging him about. But he had wanted to be a brat and now he was paying for it.
The sniper didn’t actually think that Sherlock was going to waterboard him. He thought that it was an empty threat. The pale, lanky man looked like a swift breeze would blow him over, let alone be capable of torturing anyone. If anyone was going to draw blood, Sebastian had thought that it would be Johnny boy.
Boy was he wrong.
The dirty water was soaked into his clothes, clinging to his skin. His hair was damp. His gooseflesh had gooseflesh. A draft from an open window made him shiver. Sebastian hated that he knew his skin would be flushed red right now. The cut on his lip wasn’t helping his appearance either.
Suffice to say, Sebastian wouldn’t be winning any beauty pageants in the future.
“Where’s your owner?” That came from Sherlock. The man was in his signature overcoat, a scarf snuggly tied around his long neck.
“I ain’t telling you SHI—wait what did you call him?”
Sherlock turned to look at his soldier. “After all the blows to the head he must be losing his hearing…” His head turned on a swivel back to Sebastian. Blue-green eyes glared down. “Your OWNER, Colonel, where is he?”
Sebastian spat venom, “Oh fuck you virgin, I heard what you said. But he’s my boss, not my owner.”
John gripped Sebastian’s sandy hair in a vice. He tugged Sebastian’s head back, exposing his neck. “Tell that to the GPS microchip in your neck.”
Sebastian laughed at a punchline only he knew. It wasn’t the happy kind of laugh either. It came with thick mucus and sniffling snot. “Jim likes to keep track of his assets. I’m not a fucking dog, I’m a weapon he doesn’t like being misplaced.” Sebastian laughed again, his voice rough. “A dog would get better treatment.”
“Oh I bet you get treated just fine,” Sherlock said with a condescending tone. “You probably get to sleep at the foot of his bed if you behave, don’t you?”
Sebastian tensed up, wrenching his head out of John’s grip and glaring at the floor. His breaths were coming in heavy. “Fuck you. You know nothing about me.” Sebastian was going to break his hands to get out of his bindings if he had to. He really did not want to be here.
“But I do, Colonel Moran. Or…what was it Jim called you again? Panther? Lion…? Ah, something with patterns.” Sherlock held his chin as if deep in thought. He had a shit eating grin plastered on his face. “That’s right. Tiger.”
“Shut up!” Sebastian snarled. “You have no right to use that name.”
“Well if you prefer pussy cat, I can call you that too,” John added with a smirk of his own.
“Tiger’s a much better fitting name for him. You should see his lovely strips sometime…” Jim said in a singsong voice. “Then again, I’d have to kill you after. His strips are for my eyes only.” The gun pressed to John’s head was for theatrics, but the present audience didn’t know that.
They could all hear when the safety was off.
“Sherlock,” Jim sang. “You know better than to take away my toys. I wasn’t done playing with him just yet.”
“Kill John and I will stop at nothing to end you,” Sherlock threatened. Everyone present knew he meant it too.
“Take away my tiger again and we’ll see what I’m capable of. You’ve seen nothing, Sherlock. NOTHING.”
Sherlock seemed to debate the odds in his head for a second. All was quiet.
“Fine…Take him and leave. No one has to get hurt.”
“He’s bleeding, Sherlock. You’ve already broken my toy.”
Sherlock gestured to his own lips. “Do the same to me. Then we’re ev—”
Jim took the opening before Sherlock was even finished. Only Jim didn’t aim for the mouth like offered. He went for Sherlock’s nose. He felt his knuckles ache, knowing with certainty that he broke bone.
“Now we’re even.”
*****
Sebastian couldn’t stop sneezing as he got off the elevator. He was definitely sick.Which made an already shitty day worse. Jim didn’t like anything to do with germs, let alone spend time with someone with the flu. He was going to make Sebastian sleep on the couch or have him stay at a shabby safe house with no heating.
Sebastian hugged his arms to conserve what little heat that he could. “Thanks for getting me, boss.” He coughed, the action causing more pain than it was worth. “Let me get some warmer clothes and then I’ll head out.”
“Where do you think you’re going?”
“To a safe house…? Cause I’m sick?”
Jim pressed his lips together into a straight line. He had never looked so visibly angry, “If you think I’m going to let you out of my sight then Sherlock must’ve hit you harder over the head than I thought.
“B-but I-I,” Sebastian stumbled at a loss for words. “But I’m sick?
“All the more reason for you to stay close to me. You can’t defend yourself in this state.” Jim pointed into the direction of the bathroom. “Go. I’m running you a bath.”
“Really?” Sebastian couldn’t keep the hopeful smile off his face.
“Don’t look so happy. The minions will accuse me of abusing my pets. Don’t make me change my mind.”
Sebastian never ran so fast.
Good morning
Apparently, the bookshop Shakespeare & Company in Paris is a very inspiring place to write MorMor fluff.
----
Sebastian opened his eyes in the grey morning light. Only a few sunrays were filtered through the blinds, and the room was plunged into a cozy semi-darkness. It took him a moment to escape the dizzying mist of sleep and remember where he was. The setting was unfamiliar, but panic had no time to settle in before he realised he was in Jim's... in his bed, the bed he now shared with his boyfriend. A contented smile stretched his lips at the realization. He lazily turned around, only to find the pale face of his lover turned towards him, his wide chocolate-brown eyes staring into his.
"Were you watching me sleep?" Sebastian enquired, with a smile in his voice.
Jim pouted and turned away.
"No."
Of course he'd never admit it, the blond thought with amusement.
He passed one arm around Jim's slim torso and pulled him close. Jim growled for the image, but made no attempt to free himself. Instead, he nuzzled his face in the crook of Sebastian's neck. The tall man's bare skin and strong, protective arms were more efficient than any blanket or heater. Sebastian took a deep breath through his lover's messy black hair, and let the unique scent of home finish melting his heart. He didn't understand how his life had gotten to this point, and he didn't care. The reassuring warmth and weight of his boyfriend snuggled between his arms was the only answer he needed.
Jim shifted around a bit, and Sebastian moved away to give him some space. Heaven couldn't last forever. He planted a light kiss on the Irishman's soft lips, but to his surprise Jim threw his free arm around Sebastian's neck, plunged his fingers through the unruly blond strands, and pulled him closer.
"This is nice..." the brunette's lazy voice murmured. "Can we stay like this for a little while?"
Sebastian's only answer was a wide smile of pure joy, and a kiss to the top of his boyfriend's head. He let Jim bury his face in his neck again, and felt a wave of warmth and softness wash over him. Heaven might not last forever, but he sure as Hell was going to savour every second of it.
Jim and Sebastian going into a mirror maze, sebastian being waisted and stopping in the center of the maze seeing his and Jim's reflections and just pointing at all the mirrors of Jim and saying "I love you, and you, love you specially and I looooove you!"
Saying this to maybe seven or eight mirrors reflecting Jim, but when he gets to a mirror reflecting himself he makes a face, pointing at it, saying "not you, I don't love you"
And Jim just feels this so he jumps from behind Sebastian, wrapping his arms around his waist whispering in his ear.
"I love you...."
Then they both look to the mirror infront of them and they smile and Jim mumbles quietly.
"I love us"
Sebastian grins turning to Jim kissing him and everything is okay.
Promise
for: @tinemo (i promise it ends in fluff)
The sky was dark, twinkling bursts of white decorating the inky canvas. The wind was chilly as it came through the windows into their room, the result being the duvet which was comfortably wrapped around the two.
Sebastian was fast asleep, a low snore coming from his mouth. Jim however, was not so lucky. He shook, a nightmare racking his body. He woke with a start, a quiet sob escaping his mouth.
Sebastian, being the army man he was, woke at the movement, instantly coming to Jim’s side to console the smaller, shivering man.
“Jim?” He whispered, carding his fingers through Jim’s hair. Jim buried his face into Sebastian’s chest, tears cool on Sebastian’s bare skin.
“Another nightmare?” He asked, rocking back and forth slowly, easing them back down onto the bed again. Jim nodded in response, snuggling closer to Sebastian.
“What happened?” He planted a kiss to Jim’s scalp, running his fingers along Jim’s side. Nights like these were the worst, for both of them. Either Jim turned away Sebastian, giving the man the cold shoulder for as long as he saw fit, or he’d cry into Sebastian’s chest until the sun came up and then act like nothing ever happened.
“You...You left me. You told me I wasn’t good enough. Said I was a psychopath and that you didn’t wanna be with me.” Jim mumbled, scooting away from Sebastian, only to be pulled back into the strong embrace.
“Jim, I’m not gonna leave you. I love you too much to ever leave you.” Sebastian’s voice was firm, his blue eyes sincere as he stared into Jim’s dark brown ones.
Jim sniffled, “Pinky promise?” He whispered, feeling childish for the action, but holding his pinky out all the same.
Sebastian chuckled, nodding his head. He latched his pinky around Jim’s, kissing him gently.
“Pinky promise.”
Today I felt angry at my art and insufficient but it is what it is...
No body will draw what it's on my brain and I'm to poor to pay for commissions.
At the same time I was craving mormor fluff. You know seb deserve forehead kisses too because he is such a good tiger 🐯
No. 365
And tomorrow is Sebastian Sundays so I'm gonna start that drawing
Fluff Friday with our babies sleeping together cuddling and Jim leaving saliva on Sebastian's chest jdksjdksks 😂 I couldn't help it, the idea was funny. Also I thought what if Jim has blankets with galaxies and space stuff so I did this. And Jim of course is wearing seb's shirt uwu
I saw bees coming because this is so sweet 🥺💜
I get distracted rereading that omegaverse fic I told in other post
No. 397
It's so colourful
Your Lips On The Horizon
A/N: I know I’ve been writing a lot of witcher fics but my heart is really at BBC Sherlock. So I’ve gone back to MorMor and I got a fluffy fic for everyone. :D Think of it as a treat for you and myself. I miss writing for myself, not going to lie. :)
Pairings: Sebastian Moran x Jim Moriarty
Summary: Since working for Moriarty, Sebastian had been taught how to disappear. Dog tags, ID, and any sort of thing with his name have become useless. Now how is he supposed to react when he comes home and finds Jim with his dog tags around his neck.
Word count: 1,782
Warnings: none
It was so late out the sun peaked up over the horizon. The sky was filled with thick smog, the moon nor stars were in sight. London was still awake and Sebastian had to sprint through the streets to not be hit or mugged on his way home. The gleam of orangish-red blinded Sebastian as he pushed through the front door. Jim’s doorman had long gone to sleep for the night and he was alone in the hallway. In front of him was the receptionist desk, the woman there having fallen asleep in front of her computer. Despite the ache in his own bones, Sebastian thought better of waking her up. He reached over to punch in his code and the elevator slid open to the right of him.
Not a soul in the building seemed to be awake, his every step echoed through the gilded halls. Jim had insisted on decorating the hallways with antiques despite the fact no one actually looked at their walls. Most people were too nervous in Jim’s presence and stared holes into the leather of their shoes. Sebastian paused in front of a statue then. His ribs were agitated with every breath. He knew at least two of them were broken, perhaps more bruised. Sebastian caught his breath scrutinizing the marble eyes and curls of a doll faced man. The golden, yes golden plaque introduced him as Saint Sebastian.
Chuckling softly in the earliest of morns that could be considered nights, Sebastian shook his head. Of course Jim would put up a statue of Saint Sebastian. It was just like him. How he did it without Sebastian knowing just goes to prove how powerful Jim really is. The sniper may have been gone for a while but he still received updates on the state of the building. For something this significant to slip under the rug made Sebastian amused. The fact that Jim put in the effort for the statue to go unnoticed until he returned made a grin shape Sebastian’s face.
After a pause, Sebastian advanced towards the door at the end of their hall. No one else lived on their floor, Jim had made sure of that. Though the other apartments did not remain empty. They were filled with anything Jim found useful: men, guns, ammunition, and enough explosives to render London into a car park. Their doors remained normal, but what was beyond them was information left for the few alive after Jim was done playing with them under a lens like lads did with ants and any other critters they could get their hands on.
Sebastian’s door was the only one regularly used. He had a set of keys in his bag but it was more simple to bypass all of the extra security. A keypad was above the doorknob, the numbers arranged with letters. When he pressed the pad of his finger against the seven button, the door clicked open, recognizing his prints. He shrugged his bag farther along his shoulder with a groan. His ribs were killing him and the only painkillers he had left he had taken on the plane. The only other supply left was inside. There having been no debate against it, Sebastian ventured inside.
The apartment was dark. The only line was filtered through the curtains. Jim may want the rest of the world to see him as a bloodthirsty monster, but Sebastian knew him as the homebody who spent three hours looking through the same blue shade of curtains to match their sofas. If Jim asked Sebastian again, he would say the shorter man did an excellent job. Moriarty made their apartment a home. The plush blankets and soft down pillows scattered on the cushions only proved Sebastian’s point. Someone had tried to stay awake to greet him.
Sebastian felt his heart pick up, whether it be the warmth he felt for Jim or his body telling him he needed to medicate, he had yet to decide. But instead of risking it, Sebastian set his bag in the kitchen to do laundry later and grabbed his pills from the cabinet. Dry swallowing them, he made his way to find his boss. At this time of day, there were only two places where Jim could be: his office adjacent to the kitchen or their room past the dining table.
The sniper assumed the latter however tired the former. Jim was known for his atrocious sleep schedule. Knocking lightly with his knuckles, Sebastian softly called out for the man, “Jim? May I come in?” His voice was loud in the quiet apartment, Jim would have been able to hear. He tried the door next, the handle yielding under his hand. The room was dark as well, no window was there to illuminate it. Jim’s rolling chair sat pushed out behind his desk, his personal laptop remained closed. A cup of tea he finished sat to the left. Someone had also been working late. Sebastian removed the empty cup and closed the empty door behind him with a click.
Lastly, with bones aching for rest and skin longing for touch, Sebastian found his way to his bedroom. The tea cup was deposited in the kitchen. He finally found himself in front of his own door. There was no need to knock there, lest he wakes Jim beyond the door. The handle yielded just as it had in the office and Sebastian stepped though. Unlike the office, the room was lit with a small lamp on the bedside table. The light casted a golden glow through the small room. The doors to the bathroom and closet were closed. It was just the room with the bed in the middle being illuminated.
And the man in the center of it.
Jim had tangled his limbs in their sheets. Ivory skin against even whiter sheets. His chest was bare as were his legs. Jim slept naked and times like these Sebastian appreciated the fact. Jim was embracing the pillow to his right, clutching the thing with a grip that told of lifelines. Sebastian may not sleep with a pillow tonight, Jim appeared so infatuated with it.
The small man’s face was pressed against the softness. He stirred in his sleep and the ever so notable sound of metal clinking together in the small room reached the sniper’s trained ears. Sebastian’s eyes tracked the sound like a hunter with a limping deer. He found the culprit in the form of a chain around Jim’s neck. A distinctive tag attached to its middle.
Without bringing it up to his face to read, Sebastian knew what it said. He covered his mouth with his hand, knowing if he didn’t then he would emitted a sound that would surely wake Jim. Jim who had waited up for him. Jim who had slept naked against their sheets. Jim who had clutched at his pillowing, inhaling what had remained of his scent. Jim who had gone to bed and perhaps spent the whole day wearing his dog tags.
Jim who was waking up under his very eyes. “Creep,” Jim groaned, his voice sleep musing. He tucked himself back into the alcove of sheets and pillows. The sight of Sebastian’s dog tags disappeared along with his exposed skin.
“Sorry, boss,” Sebastian said after a beat too late. “Didn’t mean to stare.” How eloquent. Had the days away from Jim made his speech patterns reverse to that of Neanderthals? “I’m sorry to have made you wait up. The flight was delayed and…”
And Jim was not paying attention. His eyes were closed and he embraced the pillow in place of Sebastian. Damn the claim that he had on the man, the dog tags around his neck. His own pillow was receiving more grace than he did.
Sebastian quickly discarded his clothes, removed his shoes and put them all into their rightful place. He stood to the side of his bed like a stranger. Jim had yet to invite him in and perhaps he was not welcomed among the covers. He had been late after all. On top of that he had caused a ruckus instead of silently making his way through the home, despite his best efforts. Jim was sensitive to minor things like this after all.
“May I?” Sebastian asked tentatively. His pain killers were making his voice sound meek. It was not the chance of rejection that caused a quiver of fear to enter his tone.
“Dear god, it's too late for you to be insecure. Get into my bed before I make you.”
With the lovely request of his company, Sebastian ducked under the duvet before Jim changed his mind. The bed was warm from Jim’s constant attention. It smelt of him and only him. No men or women had snuck their way into Jim’s heart while he was away. It was just Jim who slept in this bed…with his dog tags that is. “Wipe that smug grin off your face. What do you have to be happy about?” Jim shuffled closer towards Sebastian in spite of his harsh words. His ceaselessly cold hands went to the back of Sebastian’s head to keep him in place.
“You.”
Jim raised a skeptical brow, his lips curling at the corner. “Me?” Sebastian nodded, leaning as close as his self preservation would allow. “What have you done?” Jim hummed in amusement.
“Nothing, I swear,” Sebastian breathed as Jim gripped his hair in a loose fist. “Just you…” He didn’t dare kiss Jim without his explicit permission. “...wearing my dog tags.”
Jim closed the long awaited distance for him. The man could be gentle when he wanted to be. Now was not the time for light touches and grazes against skin. Jim wanted to consume Sebatian through his lips and the sniper allowed him. He bit at his lips enough to draw blood and before Sebastian could even gasp in pain, Jim was already licking it up. It was rough with the way Jim had his hair in his fist. Rough in the sense that Sebastian’s ribs were hurt and his movement was limited. He was at Jim’s mercy and he couldn’t have been more happy.
His dog tags dangled between them as Jim went to straddle his hips. His arms caged Sebastian in, as if he had ever wanted to leave. “Someone has a possessive streak, now don’t they?” Jim sang with a full grin. He took Sebastian’s lips once more and between the two of them, Jim definitely had more of the possessive streak. When they woke later that day, it was Sebastian who had the most markings on his skin. They were very thorough in their counting.
