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@thebunmoriarty-blog
Rï¢hårÐ ßrððk - Moved to a new account!
Roleplayed for 5-ish years, both on and off tumblr.
Mun is of age. (20)
NSFW welcome [and tagged appropriately]
Multiship and multiverse
Crossover and OC friendly
All formats welcome, though usually working in paras.
AUs welcome.
[About] [Ask] [Rules]
All I’ll be posting on here is this, so unfollow this account (or not if you're sentimental, it will still be here as an archive) and go follow my new one!
Rï¢hårÐ ßrððk - Moved to a new account!
Roleplayed for 5-ish years, both on and off tumblr.
Mun is of age. (20)
NSFW welcome [and tagged appropriately]
Multiship and multiverse
Crossover and OC friendly
All formats welcome, though usually working in paras.
AUs welcome.
[About] [Ask] [Rules]
All I'll be posting on here is this, so unfollow this account (or not, it will still be here as an archive) and go follow my new one!
Rï¢hårÐ ßrððk - Moved to a new account!
Roleplayed for 5-ish years, both on and off tumblr.
Mun is of age. (20)
NSFW welcome [and tagged appropriately]
Multiship and multiverse
Crossover and OC friendly
All formats welcome, though usually working in paras.
AUs welcome.
[About] [Ask] [Rules]
Rï¢hårÐ ßrððk
Roleplayed for 5-ish years, both on and off tumblr.
Mun is of age. (20)
NSFW welcome [and tagged appropriately]
Multiship and multiverse
Crossover and OC friendly
All formats welcome, though usually working in paras.
AUs welcome.
[About] [Ask] [Rules]
Hey everyone!
Guess who is finally back??? Hi. I just want you to know that I'm remaking this account, I will give the link to the new one in a short bit. I'd love if peeps would follow me on my new one when I make it. I just want to start Richard afresh.
I don't know how many people still want to interact with Richard but if you do, I'll post the link to the new account shortly.
Okay, so some people might have been wondering where I've been. Honestly I've just not felt up to playing on here, I will eventually come back but for now I'm on hiatus, I'm sorry.
I'm on my final major project for college, the one thing I need to complete to my utmost, then I'll get into uni. I can't have myself distracted by roleplaying. I might quickly do some replies today but then, it's just going to be hiatus.
Alright, sent all the promo winners messages, if you didn't get one then I'm sorry you didn't win, better luck next time! <3
Having a bad time of it lately, between the break up and coursework I've just been a mess. I'll be sorting out the winners to the promo giveaway and resending messages to the winners of the gif giveaway that have yet to answer later tonight. Sorry I'm away so much.
(✿ﾉ◡‿◡)ﾉ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ reminder that if u can’t get out of bed today that’s okay and if u feel like crying on public transportation that’s okay and if u got a bad mark on a test that’s okay because there are still so many forests to explore and cities to get lost in and dogs to pet and u are only a small star in a big universe and u are doing so well
Thebunnymoriarty promo giveaway
Since I’ve nearly reached 221 followers, I’m going to do a promo giveaway (I’m too poor and too busy to be capable of any other giveaway, I’m sorry).
So this is how it works.
Must be following me.Don’t follow for a chance at a promo and then unfollow if you don’t get it, only follow if you’re really interested in me/my muse, otherwise you’re really a terrible person. I don’t want insincere follows.
Roleplay blogs only (with small exceptions if we roleplay on your multi-use blog.)
Only reblog this once. Just once. I don’t intend to spam anyone’s dashboards with my crap, plus it’s easier for me.
3 Winners will be chosen using a random number generator, so there are no favourites.
Those three winners will get their own individual links in my navigation for a whole month and a big promo post stating everything I love about their blogs.
Ends on the last day of February, forgot to add that.
It’s not much, I know but it’s the best I can do. If no one does it, then oh well, it’s not a big issue. Thank you all for following me, you beautiful people
Lucky me?
Richard looked up at his new apparent ‘owner’. Three days whilst handcuffed, it seemed, it was honestly a little scary. “H-Hello..” He murmured, giving a small nervous smile.
thebunnymoriarty:
"Its John, John Watson." He looked back at him. "Assistant and Doctor to Moriarty."
Richard swallowed thickly, realizing just what he had gotten himself into, it was lucky that he even had the handcuffs off considering. “I’m R-Richard.. I’m sure you k-know who I am..”
"I do." John said, watching him before chuckling. "Trust me…I’m not mean…sorta."
"Yeah, e-everyone that works with J-Jim knows who I a-am." Richard breathed, giving a wry smile in return. "Most p-people he hires a-are.."
((Feel free to ignore this, but omg)) ” You’re teasing me . “
"I am?" Richard breathed, running his tongue over his lips, looking a little confused. "What am I doing?"
Victor chuckled, holding Richard’s hand in his. He brought up his free hand, cupping the other man’s cheek. “I hope you don’t mind if I kiss you. I have been wanting to for quite some time.” He murmured, caressing his cheek with his thumb. He knew he had to take it slow with Richard. The man hadn’t really welcomed Victor’s prior attempts at being more intimate with him.
The request was something Richard wasn’t expecting but honestly he could never say no, having people show such affection and especially toward him was a rarity that he didn’t want to let pass him by. “Yeah.. Yeah, that.. that would be really good.” He smiled, trying to not make a complete idiot out of himself.
Victor couldn’t help but smile when he heard Richard’s reply, and he slowly leaned forward, pressing his lips to his briefly before he looked up into his eyes to see if his action had been unwelcome. When the brunet didn’t pull back, Victor tilted his head once again to press their lips together, his hands coming up to cup his cheeks as he guided Richard’s lips to his.
Richard relished in the soft brush of their lips, the gentle kiss was chaste but wonderful, enough to steal any notion of coherent thought for a moment. Just as it broke, he took a small breath, only to find Victor cupping his cheeks and moving in for another, he certainly wouldn't argue. Letting their lips press together again, he melted into it, closing his eyes and tentatively reaching up to cup the other man's cheek in return.
{five have been caught in the web}
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"All of the t-things you want m-me to do, I.. It doesn’t seem right, e-even if I need the m-money. I can’t.."
"Oh stop it Mr. Brook. You do realize that the only way to resign is with your death, correct?"
"I... I don't w-want to die. I just.. I j-just want to be g-good. I don't w-want to d-do this.."
We Are Twins, Like Two Seeds In The Soils of Madness Sown
Well… right now it all the information that this man needed to have. Besides he had managed not to threat him or voiced any other gruesome thoughts and that… was an achievement. And while Richard was indeed a nervous bundle of unstable emotions Jim like pretending to have all of them. Thinking about it now it seemed a bit unfair that his brother apparently had the lion’s share on this one, when he was struggling to have at least a single one of them.
Of course it bothered him that now there was another man walking around with his face. Now he had to shield this person from his clients or else… Jim didn’t even want to think about it. All this fuss over one silly face; not silly at all because it was his own, but it got the point across rather well. The fact that he was talking, apparently, to himself, well, someone else, but he looked just like him wasn’t as disturbing to him as to Richard. Maybe though that was because it hadn’t seeped through all the filters of his mind yet and reached the core. Jim still felt dazed, as if standing beside himself. Quite literally actually – the thought almost made him laugh.
How very delightful. No questions were always the best questions. Jim kicked a small stone out of his path. “No…” he answered, although he could think of many things he wanted to know at this moment, none of them could be answered by the man in front of him. That though was not of Richard’s concern at this moment. Again Jim checked his phone and this time it was Sebastian demanding his attention. “In fact it seems I have to go as well…” So much for his day off. Jim ground his teeth together, squashing his chewing gum ruthlessly. “Seems there’s no need for me to play Story Teller for a while…” He shoved both hands into his pockets, watching Richard’s reaction curiously.
Their goodbye was awkward and short. Quietly Jim noted that he had enough of awkward family meeting for this year and wouldn’t attend any other again so soon. Annoyed with… the interruption, Sebastian, his apparent twin brother, the fact that his day off was now in ruins in general he headed nowhere.
First things first. Jim called Sebastian so he would pick him up and while he waiting decided that calling his parents, something which he never did anyway, would now be even more courtesy than they would ever deserve. Neither did he call his older brother, he only bought tickets to visit his old home today. Either someone was present and would be as kind to let him in, or he would let himself in.
Later at home Jim spend most of his day sulking, snarling at Sebastian and not picking up phone calls, especially not reading incoming messages. He entrenched himself behind his laptop in one corner of his couch and dug up all information he could find about Richard.
Richard was an actor – of course. Story teller on kids TV. Birth date, current address, insurance policy number, adoption papers, medical record, blood type… all public and non-public information was on display for him with a few legal and lot illegal tricks at hand. By the time he looked up from the screen it was dark outside, a cold mug of tea sat beside him on the coffee table and Jim down it without thinking about it. The taste was all the same to him anyway. Blinking he sat there for a good nother hour, adjusting the new gained information in his head and adding to the picture in his mind. It took another two hours until he fell asleep for the exact same time.
What followed the next few days was a mixture of head aches, awful conversations with his parents who hadn’t been home for a total of four hours only to get back and find their youngest rummaging through all drawers and desks for at least one single proof of Richards existence. Next things were a blur of anger in his mind, still the confession of his – their mother rung in his ears like a distant unwanted echo as he pressed bell next to the Brook name tag. He closed his eyes, leaning against the wall. Now that he had spend his remaining time with getting his flight-kit he’d had little time to care for the wound on his upper arm. The constant blood loss, plus the exercise of running were starting to take its toll. Light headed as he was Jim fished for his tools, suddenly glad that it wasn’t his arm bleeding. So he could still pick the lock and let himself in.
Trying to maintain as much countenance as it was possible when you were rain-soaked, out of breath and bleeding from a wound on your arm, Jim started walking up the stairs. The hardest part was not to stagger or just drop onto the floor, because lying down seemed so inviting and Richard could just… He kept walking, telling himself that it would be over any minute.
“Hello Richard,” Jim tried the most cheerful smile he could manage. “I’m going to live here for a few days.”
Richard wasn't sure how to respond to the fact that Jim suddenly had to leave, his brows furrowed for a moment, they had only just found eachother and he didn't know if they would ever come across eachother again. Still, it was more of a surprise when he was informed that Jim wouldn't be playing the Story Teller for a while, he hoped that part to be true, as he really did love his job.
"A-Alright.. bye." He breathed, leaving it at that as it was clear his brother's temper did not have the longest fuse and pushing for more could end in an explosion that he didn't have the capacity to deal with right now.
The days after their meeting went by in a haze, he did all he could to find his brother online, to find some grain of information but it was like he didn't even exist, like he was merely a doppleganger that had suddenly bloomed into existence. It wasn't fair, he wanted answers.
In fact, he wanted answers from more than just Jim, he wanted answers from his apparent mother that had left him in care with no regard. He wanted to know why he was thrown away so easily and Jim was kept, it was as if he was nothing more than some unwanted extra, an accident that she didn't want to be held responsible for.
Laying down on his sofa in a half attentive daze, barely paying attention to the documentary he had been watching, he was still going over the meeting again and again.
It all felt so wrong, there was something about Jim that just made his body tense. From the almost serpentine movements to the hollow look in his eyes, it was like the man wasn't even human.
So, it was reasonable that he was startled by his brother's arrival at his home, eyes wide and surprise. "I.. You can't just-... " He stammered for a moment, trying to get some coherent sentence to leave his lips.
"You can't j-just say you're living here!.. I b-barely even know you!" He managed finally, entirely exasperated about the whole matter.
Burrowing bunny || Jim and Richard
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The touch of his brother’s hand upon his shoulder made his whole body tense, it was unexpected but almost reassuring, more so than most of Jim’s actions had ever been. It was moments like this that he was on the cusp, wanting so desperately to simply forget anything his brother had done to him, just so he could relish in a moment such as this without any fear.
That was unlikely to happen, however and he nodded as Jim said he’d get a new top for him, grabbing one from his drawer for now.
His whole body shivered as Jim’s hand slid down his back, running down his spine in a way that almost reminded him of petting, an action one would do to an animal that was cared about. Hopefully Jim thought more of him than that.
Once Jim left the room, he put his shirt on and laid himself down on his bed, not sure what to do with himself any longer because he certainly wasn’t at all tired, regardless of his lack of sleep.
Jim got ready precisely. Washing in water that was just this side of too hot, his skin blushed pink when he stepped out of the spray, soothed by the cotton on his towel. He left his stubble, forgoing a razor, liking the age it gave his face, brushing his teeth until the paste was tinged with whorls of pink when he spat. His hair was pushed back to dry into place, left without wax or gel today as he wasn’t planning on going out, at least as himself. In his bedroom once again, he threw on a white shirt and light fitted jeans, slipping on a pair of brogues to complete the ensemble.
It was clear when he returned to Richard that he would not be rid of him yet, if not by the cut of his clothes then by what he said next. “Dinner? It’s a bit early but I thought you could use something.” Seamlessly, he fit back into the role of the carer, the loving brother, the equal.
Looking up from his bed, Richard blinked slowly at the clothes Jim had chosen to wear, it was rather clear that his brother didn't have work on his mind at all and for once he wished that wasn't the case. Usually he hated to be left alone, to sit in the silence of their home with only television documentaries as company but today was different, today was just too much for him and he wanted it to be over. Still, he knew he would have to eat, especially since he had not long ago taken his tablets.
"Alright.." He murmured, pulling himself to his feet with a groan, his cuts all still dully throbbed with pain, regardless of the fact that they weren't particularly deep. There was no doubt that he'd had worse before. "What do you want for dinner? I don't really mind.."
