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Moriarty x Molly|| Celshade sketch commission for @whyimmathere

What happened after the Christmas party in ASIB~

Commissions open

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170903 Molliarty Commission for @whyimmathere ♥

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Sherlock BBC + Glamorous Life AU: In which Molly Hooper has had enough of her messy life, gives everyone the finger and claims her rights as the world’s only consulting criminal’s girlfriend.

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Sherlock BBC + Gangster AU: Jim Moriarty, the most dangerous and brilliant gangster in London, rules the city, no one dares to cross him and those who did…well, it was the last thing they ever did. There’s only one person he trusts (and fears): his stubborn and overprotective wife.

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#russian tumblr #men #book #sexy

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“Little red riding hood, I don’t think little big girls should go walking in these spooky old woods alone.”

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When they are children, “Moriarty” is a game. A story they tell only to each other, in whispers. They will use many other names. This is the only one they remember.

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Molliarty aesthetic.

come with me, i’m what you need i light you up, ‘cause i can see the fire in your eyes welcome to your fantasy, your wildest dreams i’ll show you things you never knew you liked

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“This is the story of how a girl who lived in the light was led into the darkness.”

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Whelp, since I am falling down the Molliarty rabbit hole with no sign of any coming out, might as well start getting some creative output in the fandom.

I don’t normally draw a lot - more of a writer - but I did this during class because this is my second semester with Restoration literature, and I have had it up till my eyeballs with people trying to find more inventive ways of being sarcastic.

Thus, MOLLIARTY

I come with knives,

And agony

To love you.

#molliarty #sherlock #sherlock bbc #molly hooper #jim moriarty #moriarty

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“Do you ever miss it?” Molly wonders, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear, eyes locked to the window. There’s a small garden, outside, covered by the first blooms sighted in the snow. They’re still unpacking, she and Jim. In their new and ordinary house in an equally ordinary town.

“Miss what, Molly?” Jim inquires, coming closer to her, holding her butterfly waist so tight. Sometimes he thinks he’d break it. Break her. Like she’s made of soft and beautiful glass.

“The Game.” she claims, closing her eyes. Although they spent the past few years far away from Sherlock, Jim’s hands still smell of death. She can feel it in the air, a sweet scent of dust and fear.

“No. I don’t miss it. All I need is right here” he answers back, hiding his breath in her warm hair, grinning.