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[eyeless-smiles]

@poxsonmenace asked: ▲

Send ▲ to pull my muse into your muse’s lap!

A deep rumble of amusement ruminates in the Corinthian's chest when the kingpin dares to reach out and coax the monster into his lap. A blade is produced promptly. Lithe thighs easily straddling his hips and effectively caging Jim down into his leather chair.

The tip of his knife caresses along that sculpted jaw. Daring to nick skin just as it reaches his chin.

"Feel like playing with fire tonight, do we?"

[kingofthewebxxx]

A post to all Jim’s, not all of them will be here but that does not mean you are not also amazing! I know it can be hard sometimes, you all do an amazing job

@magpiemurders, @spidersdance, @collidingxworlds (we miss you so much!), @poxsonmenace (And you!), @thefinalepilogue @thieving-magpiexhunting-tiger

We may have to do the Jim or villain awards, love you all!

[storyuntrue]

@poxsonmenace: you wouldn't last an hour in the asylum where they raised me - for sherl ☺️

“While   I   do   not   doubt   the truthfulness of your   statement,   I   am   in   no   immediate   need   to   stay   at   any   asylum   anytime   soon.”   Muscles   tense,   the   line   of   his   shoulders   rigid,   the   tone   of   voice   in   which   he   spoke   seemingly   bored.   Any   interaction   with   Moriarty   required   a   touch   of   dramatics,   and   this   encounter   was   no   different.   And   if   his   retorts   have   a   touch   of   slight   to   them,   it’s   all   just   a   part   of   a   game.   Verbal   jousting   that   can   stay   like   this   for   hours   or   mere   minutes   before   the   real   guns   are   drawn.   “Although   I   do   believe   that   your   stay   there   was   too   short.   You   shouldn’t   have   rushed   to   leave.”

[all-nights-dreaming]

@poxsonmenace asked: ❛ you look like you've got something to say. ❜

Now that the Dreaming has returned to its former glory, and perhaps even surpassed its beauty of before, Dream decided to take heed of Lucienne's advice and journeyed to the Waking World for a small time away. She hadn't been ecstatic that he was leaving his realm, but he was strong now, no longer vulnerable, and thus he did not worry. It would be a simple trip, and he was rather looking forward to surprising Hob at the New Inn upon morning.

For the time being, he wandered the city, and eventually followed a pair of smartly dressed humans into an elegant establishment. It seemed to be a bar of some sort, but the atmosphere was distinctly different from the tavern he and Hob had convened at for their centennial meetings. He decided to take a seat on one of the comfortable stools at the bar, and glanced around curiously until his gaze landed on a man also seemingly on his lonesome.

"𝐈 𝐝𝐨." Dream replied evenly, and remembered to give a small smile. Hob had said, during his last visit, that he looked much more approachable when he smiled. "𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭."

[amanandgoodatit]

❝ If you spend your time hiding and fretting about who you hurt, you’ll sputter, and you’ll die as surely as any candle. Don’t be afraid to burn. ❞

@poxsonmenace || TMA Sentence Starters

Greg huffs out a short breath but nods. Jim is right. Even if some hiding is essential for their operation - for Greg to be Jims' contact inside the Yard - theres still a job to be done. And, unfortunately, Greg knows all too well how the mastermind deals with those who fail him.

"Sorry, boss." And he is. It doesn't matter who else he's close to, Jim comes first. Always.

[betterdcyz]

@poxsonmenace​ requested for The Corinthian:  ❛  i love when you talk to me like that.  ❜ for Corinthian 👀 ( soft dirty talk sentence starters / accepting !! ) 

             A predator-like grin breaks through:  “——you do?  Is it getting you hot and bothered?  Ain’t surprised;  you humans love this shit,  don’t you?” 

[endlessxdream]

@poxsonmenace asked ❝  i don’t believe in vampires. ❞

"Do you not?"

The vampire circles Moriarty curiously, composed, the picture of perfection, like there wasn't an aching burn in his throat at the prospect of tasting the human. Of course, he had more control than to do anything rash about that hunger, but he had his ways of getting what he wanted.

"Tell me then, is it because you are not one for superstitions? Certainly, it's not because you're afraid of what lurks in the dark? Or is it that it just seems too ludicrous to be within reason? What sort of reason is it, then, that you do not?"

[survivoirs]

He felt the cool steel press to HIS throat, and IN that moment, all semblance OF amusement TRICKLED away. “—I do hope you’re BLUFFING,” he HISSED through GRIT teeth.

It seemed at times that Moran loved playing with fire as much as Moriarty enjoyed pushing his buttons. Sebastian didn’t rise to it too often however. Forearm braced against the back of the shorter man’s shoulders while that hand held the knife in front of his throat. This left his free hand to grip at the crook of Jim’s elbow to encourage him not to move, lest he get nicked or worse. 

“Have you so little faith in me? As if you’ve never done the same to hold my attention, Boss,” he hummed lowly near Jim’s ear on the opposite side of his grip. “You put Cunningham on this ‘project’. I hate working wth him. You know this. I’ve bloody told you this. I told you if you put us on the same job again I’d probably kill him. Are you that bored, Jim?” Moran asked, sounding exhausted by the prospect. 

@poxsonmenace​