j. мorιαrтy

ɴorмαl ιѕ αɴ ι l l υ ѕ ι o ɴ. wнαт ιѕ ɴorмαl ғor тнe ѕpιder ιѕ cнαoѕ ғor тнe ғly. coɴѕυlтιɴɢ crιмιɴαl. sideblog to ( skeletorwrites )

[thespidcr-blog]

hey guys! i know i’ve been away for..quite a while and all, but honestly i found that my muse is kinda elsewhere. if any of you want to follow me at @thecajun, feel free to! otherwise, for the time being this blog is going on an indefinite hiatus and even if i come back, i’d make it a separate account, because a sideblog is...very inconvenient lmao. thanks and bye for now!

[utteredtale]

ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴜᴘʀᴇᴍᴇ

        ❝   THIS  voice  here  is  one  hundred  percent  fuckin  genuine.   see,  around  here  we  don’t  get  little  leprechauns  roamin  around.  so   it’s  damn  cool  when   we  do  !!   ❞ 

an  inverted  chuckle  bounced  within  his  throat.  pestering  was  a  must,  especially  towards  a  CUTESY  face  when  one  did  approach  his  presence.  after  a  brief  incline  backward,  broad  footwear  dug  into  the  dusty  terrain,  thickened  peaks  furrowing.    

           ❝   enough  of  the  shit  talk.  you  gonna  be  one  of  us  or  is  that  ego  of  yours  still  goin  to  get  in  the  way  of  this  newfound  friendship  ??   ❞   

       @thespidcr 

[thespidcr-blog]

   ebony gaze moved to inspect his own nails, clean and tidy, while negan amused himself with moriarty’s presence. leprechauns. he sighed. very funny, and it appear to get some kind of an EMOTION out of the man. 

   “really,” he spoke, corners of his mouth curling up in a teasing way, “do i LOOK like someone who gets his hands dirty?” he posed a question as if negan’s was the most unbelievable one in the world. HE? shoot the undead? james didn’t want to seem ungrateful for all the hard work they did for this country but negan had to admit — the chances of moriarty joining were tiny. “naaah... i’m just here for the view, you know? enjoying while it lasts..” he hummed, looking around. “luckily for you, i DID bring some presents. like santa, just with more guns, or whatever. interested, rembo?”

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ᴀꜱʜʟᴇʏ

        ❝…  i  don’t  know  what  you’re  talking  about…   ❞

stumbled  vocalization  and  a  brief  deflect  proved  FAULTY  genuinity.  hesitancy  delayed  further  interaction,  a  palm  gradually  grazing  along  denim  material  in  attempt  to  reject  surfacing  perturbation.  she  had  no  recollection  of  the  older  individual,  so  him  having  knowledge of  her  well  being,  her  past  was  DISTURBING.  discussing  the  lost  of  her  mother  and  little  sister  was  rare  and  not  even  her  adoptive  father  knew  much.  so,  hearing  how  a  total  stranger  may  have  knowledge  of  such  was  a  major  skin  crawler.  she  began  to  observe,  witnessing  how  composed  and  leveled  his  demeanor  was.  she  then  realized  lying  wasn’t  an  appropriate  notion.  gnawing  along  the  lining  within  her  lip,  a  firmed  exhalation  commenced,  digits  coiling  throughout  torn  design  embedded  within  her  jeans.      

           ❝   ━  how  do  you  know… ??   ❞  

       @thespidcr 

[thespidcr-blog]

   naturally, his first reaction was to grow cold; for his features to become stoic, lightly layered with disappointment as james tilted his head from one side to another before looking straight at her. he only liked to play his OWN games or those he approved of, all others were deemed unworthy of his attention. this moment his fingers TWITCHED with the need to catch her tongue and pluck it out for l y i n g. hypocritical of him to wish for such a thing when he couldn’t stop spilling tales with not a drop of truth in them, but he considered it an INSULT; she might as well just have thrown the tea at his face. 

   “—but does it really matter?” asked he, annoyance showing its face, creeping up at the surface. “the most IMPORTANT thing is that i can make it a l l go away; the helplessness and the anger. you would never feel like THAT again — not a teeny tiny little girl with breakable fingers.. no more.”

[thespidcr-blog]

hiistiger:

This, like most things, would have to be approached with care. Disappointment was never something he wanted to court in Moriarty. “I like to do my job well.” Neither a conformation or denial of his alleged dramatic nature. It didn’t seem like an argument he could win, to try and fight that. “I can actually have fun, it’s just easier when I’ve got some idea of what I’m doing.” He absolutely needed to stop pushing, but there was no way to take any of that back now. He grimaced at the suggestion, taking it as the threat it was. “I don’t think that will be necessary, sir.” Cold, tight, and professional. Not that his opinion mattered all that much, but it was worth a shot.

   a quick and wolfish grin ripped his lips apart like bullet a wound, moriarty appeared to enjoy poking the killer with a verbal toothpick. for anyone else, it would have been an insane thing to do, but james only wanted something to pass the time, even if it was mentally torturing one of his finest employees. he was fully aware, he was, that sebastian could have turned around any second and put a hole in his head, but it made it all so much BETTER. 

   deciding it wouldn’t hurt to give a light push, james picked up his emerald pen and crossed out a couple of riddles, writing up a few names underneath, and put a smiley face at the top corner of the page. everything was done with such elegance as if this was the MOST important thing there was.”yes, sir. no, sir,” repeated he like a parrot and moved away from the lethal man, turning his back on him. “here’s a catch though — i want ONE of their heads and the other’s fingers. he can live, but his fingers are mine. tongue, too. maybe an eye.. get creative.”

[thespidcr-blog]

hiistiger:

“I enjoy the odd challenge, yes, but this is absolutely unworkable.” That might be a slight exaggeration, but even trying to figure out the odd scribbles would take far longer than he even wanted to think about. Certainly longer than was strictly necessary. “If you want things done on time, consider giving me slightly more breadcrumbs than this. Just a suggestion, of course,” though his tone suggested that it might be a bit more complex than that. 

   he turned his head like an observant REPTILE with eyes cold and corners of his lips pushed down in silent disapproval. “you’re so dramatic,” whined he with a couple of wrinkles surrounding his nose. “and no FUN at all,” added moriarty with a sigh, but was yet to move. “how about we do it the HANGMAN way?” with james — sebastian must have known — the simple word game was no game at all, and he had pulled chairs out of many pairs of feet before and god knows, he could do it again. it would only be a shame to get rid of his assassin like that. oh well.

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Asʜʟᴇʏ

        STUBBORN  HASTE  was  forced  to  subside,  but  unaware  of  even  a  name  was  irritating.  how  could  one  request  her  presence  yet  not  share  a  title??  for  portraying  POISED  qualities,  the  man  sure  lacked  proper  manners.  arms  momentarily  countered,  blackened  peaks  contorted  in  a  disapproved  furrow  before  a  heavy  exhaled  released  with  admitted  defeat.           

                              ❝   …. yes  please…   ❞

        taking  a  seat,  she  observed  the  LAVISH  attributes  of  the  collection.  it’s  print  sleek  and  fine,  coated  with  a  beautiful  finish.  she  began  to  wonder  just  how  EXPENSIVE  the  glassware  may  be,  but  then  remembered  her  beginning  demand.  finally  breaking  the  silence,  she  looked  up  upon  the  stranger,  examining  his  rather  nonchalant  demeanor,  studying  the AUTHORIAL  epitome  extracted  from  attractive  features.    

                 ❝   you  think  maybe  you  can  tell  me  your  name  now  ??  mine’s  ashley… but  something  tells  me  you  already  know  that.   ❞  

    @thespidcr 

[thespidcr-blog]

   but a man like that had many names. some didn’t even consider him to be a man at all, and so the spider, the beast, the devil he was — whatever label one decided to stick on him. he didn’t mind, most of them brought FEAR into others and he got h i g h on the scent of adrenaline. instead of ordering one of his lackeys to bring her the tea, moriarty stood up and took the kettle himself, poured the liquid amber into a porcelain cup and pushed it towards ashley together with a few cubes of sugar.

   “james,” answered he — as long as it stopped her from further pushing. it was as if they wouldn’t have been able to move on if he didn’t. “but enough about me. you are the one with a few problems TOO MANY.”

[utteredtale]

ᴛʜᴇ sᴜᴘʀᴇᴍᴇ

       RECALCITRANT  REGARD  basically  disclosed  any  proper  attention,  too  ENTHRALLED  over  the  individual’s  FASCINATING  irish  dialect.  personal  space  was  diminishing  during  every  word  spoken  by  moriarty.  negan’s  demeanor  favored  a  child’s,  hazel  hues  glued  onto  the  CRIMINAL  MASTERMIND  while  a  subtle  smile  crept  along  his  rosy  frames.             

                   ❝….  WOW..  you  talk  like  that  all  the  time  ??   ❞

    @thespidcr 

[thespidcr-blog]

   he stopped to listen, to watch the demeanor of negan change before his ebony eyes, bottomless and dead. to be fair, he learned to LIGHTEN his tongue, for at the very beginning many weren’t even able to understand what he was saying. once thick irish accent was now lighter to another’s ear, but still so obviously different from what he had heard around. he pressed his teeth into a tasteless chunk of gum, it was the last piece he had and tried to hold on to it (what an odd attachment) for as long as he could, but—

   —turned his head and spat it out like a dead bug anyways. he held a pause after negan’s question, before finally posing his own, “do you?”

[tearthatcherryout]

Legend (2015) dir. by Brian Helgeland

[hiistiger]

starter for @thespidcr

“I don’t suppose you’d like to be helpful about this, would you?” Which was asking quite a lot, considering exactly who he was addressing, but Sebastian had to be optimistic about some things or he’d never get through the day.

[thespidcr-blog]

   apparently, he wasn’t a fan of given a task clue by clue. vague descriptions with no pictures and COORDINATES instead of a normal address might not have been the biggest help either, but there james stood — looking at the joke of a file, filled with more doodles than information. “please... are you going to tell me you don’t enjoy a good ol’ fashioned RIDDLE?”

[thespidcr-blog]

Since I have ZERO self control, I set up yet another indie account, this time for Abaddon from Supernatural fandom. I’m lazy, therefore it doesn’t yet have a proper about page nor tags, but!! It’s HERE, so — hit me up!

[utteredtale]

ᴛʜᴇ sᴜᴘʀᴇᴍᴇ

        WISE  INTELLECT  INDEED ━━━  grizzly  features  stirred  a  chuckle,  form  inclining  towards  the  vertically  challenged  individual.  pearly  chompers  risen,  grin  caked  on  scruffy  coating  alongside  a  TANTALIZING  graze  of  his  tongue.     

                     ❝   damn..  jimmy  boy,  i  didn’t  take  you  to  be  a  dark  thinker  in  that  sorta  way.  i  mean  hell,  we  were  all  gonna  die  before  this  shit  show  happened,  but  i  get  it.  i see  where  y’re  comin  from.  so,  back  to  that  suit ━━  you  got  some  warranty  on  that thing ??   ❞

    @thespidcr 

[thespidcr-blog]

   How much older could have Negan been? Not much, maybe less than a decade, and their personalities didn’t differ THAT much either, only that the other somehow still appeared more sane and a bit more splattered than James did. And yet, he found him intriguing and amusing enough to stay around.

   “A WARRANTY?” He re-asked, eyebrows up and shooting to all sides, smile cutting deep into his face that was more tired than James wanted to show. He hadn’t shaved in a while, and sleep wasn’t the best with the smell of rot coming from all sides. “See, now YOU are talking crazy,” ironic, coming from a man with a brain like mashed potatoes, “Have to admit, you’re not looking so good..”

[utteredtale]

ᴛʜᴇ sᴜᴘʀᴇᴍᴇ

                 ❝   HOLY  CRAP ━━  look  at  you  comin  up  to  me  with  that  fancy  ass  suit  !!  shit  kid,  never  have  i  EVER  in  my  constantly  aroused  life  have  i  EVER  seen  a  man  dressed  as  nice  as  you.  i  mean  SHIT…  you  must  be  some  kinda  whack  job  if  you  think  somethin  like  that  is  great  to  fight  off  those  droolin  bastards.  not  gonna  lie ━━ i’m  damn  near  jealous,  but  suits  don’t  mesh  well  with  the  neagster.   but  shit  sir ━━  fuckin  props  to  ya.   ❞

    @thespidcr 

[thespidcr-blog]

   Yes... This was quite a pickle he got himself into. ZOMBIES? Now that was stuff of fairy tales come to life, and James wasn’t much of a fan of touching, let alone someone chasing, drooling and trying to bite him while their flesh was falling off. Truly, disgusting. Lucky for him, Moriarty was not the one doing the fight for his own life as he had many of those little soldiers around him, working for his benefit. Sometimes, when he looked around the end of the world, he couldn’t stop but wonder WHY?

   With the man speaking up, James looked himself down and a crooked little smile appeared in his lips. “WELL, we all are going to die a n y w a y — so why wouldn’t I look my BEST while at it?”

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ᴀsʜʟᴇʏ

       PERPLEXED  intellect  attempts  catching  sight  of  the  developing  circumstance  beginning  to  unfold  before  her  very  eyes.  the  man’s  status  remaining  unknown  and  quite  honestly  troubling  her.  but,  stance  remains  firm,  the  endeavor  at  an  eased  tone  presented. 

                    ❝   are  you  going  to  tell  me  who  are  you  and  why  i’m  here ??   ❞

     @thespidcr  /  𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕

[thespidcr-blog]

   When people are really DESPERATE, they tend to pray for help — from whatever source of power there is.

   In myths, cases like this usually ended with trickster gods showing up at their door — Anansi, Loki, or Veles — and deceivingly offering their help. They were always charming, quick and clever, promising of things the human couldn’t even imagine; promising they would solve ALL of their problems with a snap of their fingers. 

   In modern-day world? It’s the devil that was sneaking through shadows inside, uninvited, scary and with ominous aura around him.

   “—it depends who you WANT me to be,” a vague, cryptic answer in a soft tone, “Tea?”

[itsalec-hi]

ANONYMOUSLY TELL ME YOUR HONEST OPINION ABOUT ME. I CAN’T REPLY, JUST PUBLISH.

[thespidcr-blog]

watsonofagun:

           “I just said no.”

And this was why John should never be allowed to make reasons with a criminal; unlike patients who would obediently accept his professional advises, this one would be persistently rebellious no matter the bribe or threat, and it worked against his short temper. Calm down first, which was what he did in accordance to his conscience, taking two deep breaths and clenching his fingers the same times. Making a fool of himself would be precisely what Moriarty wanted, he was sure. What did Sherlock say about this man now? That they were alike?

—–When Sherlock had become unbearable, John would leave before allowing himself to be further incapacitated.

          “If you don’t understand me or even continue to make fun of me,           I’m leaving.”

   Moriarty GASPED with dramatics flooding the space around them both. Make fun of him? He probably was, but it sounded like a sentence an eight year old would muster up — or their parent, at best. Similar words rang in echoes in distance, somewhere between James’ memories; perhaps he had been advised the same thing by his mother, or perhaps he always had been the bully instead. 

   Criminals also had the unfortunate (for their victims) trait of bad temper — usually. Moriarty surely did, it was like a hungry snake right under the facade he presented daily. Even when he appeared calm, it was known the man was nothing but a ticking bomb. “Leaving? YOU? Leaving? Does it LOOK like you are making any decisions, at all?” The previous playfulness began to melt away in a matter of seconds. “If so, then DO tell;  would you rather choose LOBOTOMY or scissor-hands? Make the decision, doctor, I’ll wait.”

[lastcenturion]

Queer!Moriarty

[moriartystigress]

James Moriarty / Molly Hooper AU: Hades & Persephone 

↳  [ opposite (and original) piece of photoset: ]

❝Six months of a year, he will rule the underworld with his wife, and six months, tending to the mortal fields. Every year, Persephone would return to the fields; and when the time came, Hades would come to escort him to his throne, beside her, in the underworld.❞

dedicated to: @whyimmathere + @mollyhooperish ♡