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"Jim Moriarty. Hi." Consulting Criminal. Spider.•rp blog for Jim Moriarty•

Question:

I love your Moriarty tbh. Let me know if you wanna write sometime!

Answer:

This literally put the biggest smile on my face! Jim is so hard to write and I’m always afraid I’m not doing him any justice. Also I love your tumblr and would love to write smth up together!


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I want to put a knife through your stupid face.

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“Excuse me, I handle my homicidal urges wonderfully.”

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“And I’m Greg Lestrade.” He scoffed, rubbing his face with his hands.

“Don’t get me wrong, darling, I get it, I get it – The deer-eyed scared faces, the pleas, the smell of fresh blood, the screams ringing in your ears – It all very cute, I know – nice way to heat up a sunday, even, but honestly, I’m tired of getting blood stains on my brand new persian rugs, so if you’d be a dear and take your murdering outside – I’d be more than grateful.”

Rolling her eyes at the dramatics, she dropped the knife she had been about to use, on the bank manager who had betrayed them. Fuming. He just knew how to take the joy out of everything! Pouting, she kicked the man hard, causing the chair he had been tied to to fly out the window of the pent house suite breaking it and falling all the way down. Screams then silence. “There, I killed him outside. Your precious rug was saved.” She replied, spinning on her heel as she stormed off to her room. 

“Ouch” He said playfully, peaking out of the window. A bit of a mess to clean, half of the Scotland Yard to bribe, but well, his persian rug was indeed saved. Yay.

He followed the sound of heels angrily tapping against the floor, “Well, to be fair, I never said my homicidal urges were under control.” He called out, tone as close to an apology as she would get. From afar, his mind absently registered the sound of an ambulance, and he wondered if they should leave the place before they had to murder a nosy paramedic. Nah, too much bother.

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you call it ‘a heinous violation of legal and ethical rules;’ i call it ‘creative problem-solving’
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"I never really understood it," Sherlock states, slowly walking around the room. "The whole feelings thing. It just never added up, like there was something missing."

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knives-and-stars:

Jim watched him, eyes following the lean figure lazily, a smirk playing on his lips.

“It doesn’t add up. It’s just chemicals. Biological responses romanticized by ordinary people with far too much time on their hands.” He shrugged. “Overall, a waste of time”. 

Sherlock hums in agreement,  “I know it’s chemicals, I’m not a complete idiot James, despite what you may believe.” He states, “But is it a waste of time? Do you not ever wonder? Its obvious people get something out of it, if they didn’t they wouldn’t do it. People are selfish, they only do things that benefit themselves.” 

“That is yet to be proven.” He grinned a little, before shrugging. “People can lose a lot too, feeling. Everything, I’d say. Wasn’t that the reason of fallen kingdoms and gruesome deaths? Feelings?”

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"I never really understood it," Sherlock states, slowly walking around the room. "The whole feelings thing. It just never added up, like there was something missing."

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Jim watched him, eyes following the lean figure lazily, a smirk playing on his lips.

“It doesn’t add up. It’s just chemicals. Biological responses romanticized by ordinary people with far too much time on their hands.” He shrugged. “Overall, a waste of time”. 

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Question:

“My last relationship ended because of differing opinions – he wanted to keep breathing, I disagreed, you know how it goes.”

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Moriarty chuckled, head tilting a little as he examined the other man intently – dark hollow eyes staring at him like he could read his soul.

“How crude of you, darling. Don’t you know what ordinary people say? The key of every healthy relationship is making concessions.” Jim sang the last phrase, words dancing around his tongue. “Personally, I believe the key to a healthy relationship is having them at knife point. But what do I know?” He sipped on his glass of wine, lips slowly turning into a emotionless grin. “ I do understand you, thought, I’m not very much the conceding type, you see, and if I want someone to stop breathing…Well, theres little to none anyone can ever do about it.”

“But I admit I’m curious, what did your love do to deserve such a harsh threatment, huh?” He pouted playfully, eyes glinting. “Did they try to experiment on you? Lock you in a pretty cage and poke you with a stick?”


Jackson rolled his neck, a loud crack echoing through the room as he did so, staring over at Jim with a grin spread across his lips. “What? Discard you? I will at some point, probably about a year or two before I die. Mm, that’s a long time away though, at least another decade.”

He sighed as if to say oh well, bringing the glass back up to his lips and finishing it off. What are you doing here? It’s dangerous. “Do I care?” He raised an eyebrow at the voice that appeared in James’ seat. You should, you know how we feel about danger. “And you know how I feel about uninvited guests now leave before a decade becomes two minutes.”

He chuckled, leaning against the wall. “Only ordinary men are afraid of death. I’ll be waiting for you, a decade on, and we’ll see who will be the last one standing.” Jim’s voice was light, as if the matter didn’t bother him very much. “Besides, I do believe you’re missing a rather large point: I’m not yours to discard.”

Moriarty went still at the threat, tilting his head curiously at the other. Interesting, that. He filled one more glass to himself, watching Jackson intently. “Well, this is new.” He murmured quietly, more to himself. “Should I worry I’ll get blood on my Westwood?”

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“My last relationship ended because of differing opinions – he wanted to keep breathing, I disagreed, you know how it goes.”

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Moriarty chuckled, head tilting a little as he examined the other man intently – dark hollow eyes staring at him like he could read his soul.

“How crude of you, darling. Don’t you know what ordinary people say? The key of every healthy relationship is making concessions.” Jim sang the last phrase, words dancing around his tongue. “Personally, I believe the key to a healthy relationship is having them at knife point. But what do I know?” He sipped on his glass of wine, lips slowly turning into a emotionless grin. “ I do understand you, thought, I’m not very much the conceding type, you see, and if I want someone to stop breathing…Well, theres little to none anyone can ever do about it.”

“But I admit I’m curious, what did your love do to deserve such a harsh threatment, huh?” He pouted playfully, eyes glinting. “Did they try to experiment on you? Lock you in a pretty cage and poke you with a stick?”


“They are.” He glanced again at the starry sky. “And I’ve learned, yes.” For a second, he was tempted to talk about the stars - maybe it was the quiet night, or the exceedingly good wine - but it was a bad idea, after all, and he repressed it immediately. He wasn’t exactly the sharing type, he couldn’t be, and that topic was way too close to the heart.

He chuckled at that, turning back again to look at Jackson, a grin on his lips. “Oh darling, I’d like to see you try.”

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“My last relationship ended because of differing opinions – he wanted to keep breathing, I disagreed, you know how it goes.”

Answer:

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Moriarty chuckled, head tilting a little as he examined the other man intently – dark hollow eyes staring at him like he could read his soul.

“How crude of you, darling. Don’t you know what ordinary people say? The key of every healthy relationship is making concessions.” Jim sang the last phrase, words dancing around his tongue. “Personally, I believe the key to a healthy relationship is having them at knife point. But what do I know?” He sipped on his glass of wine, lips slowly turning into a emotionless grin. “ I do understand you, thought, I’m not very much the conceding type, you see, and if I want someone to stop breathing…Well, theres little to none anyone can ever do about it.”

“But I admit I’m curious, what did your love do to deserve such a harsh threatment, huh?” He pouted playfully, eyes glinting. “Did they try to experiment on you? Lock you in a pretty cage and poke you with a stick?”


“I want a toy too, someone to play with and watch as they squirm and attempt to win the games I sey before them but god, everyone is so boring” he let out a quiet groan as he spoke, clearly not at all caring about the look in Jim’s eyes, more than aware of his abilities, simply wanting to be polite.

“I’ve broken a few, stripped some of their values, made them useless and gave them use in being an employee of mine, most end up dead or in a mental hospital though” he shrugged. Watching with a raised eyebrow as the man leaned across, bringing the now full glass up to his lips and taking a sip. “If you want something shiny to break, try and make my brother disobedient.” He let out a dry chuckle, rolling his eyes at his own joke.

“Perhaps we are, perhaps we aren’t. I said we’re not all that comparable, not that we aren’t alike”

Jim clicked his tongue. “So you got practice. I figured. You don’t look boring. Neither does your files - the unoficial ones, that is.” He grinned a little, finishing his glass and walking up to the window. There was a breath-taking full moon outside, and besides all odds, a few shiny stars that prevailed against the city lights. It was a gorgeous sight, of course, and naming the celestial bodies quietly under his breath distracted him of annoying thoughts - like the unknown reason of their meeting. It wasn’t like he disliked not knowing, he hated it , and althought he knew all the data there was of Jackson by the heart, his unpredictability made him quite hard to read.

He could ask him, of course, but where was the fun in that?

“Why would I play with your brother if I can play with you?” He murmured, a smile playing on his lips.

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Question:

“My last relationship ended because of differing opinions – he wanted to keep breathing, I disagreed, you know how it goes.”

Answer:

cariicature-of-intimacy:

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Moriarty chuckled, head tilting a little as he examined the other man intently – dark hollow eyes staring at him like he could read his soul.

“How crude of you, darling. Don’t you know what ordinary people say? The key of every healthy relationship is making concessions.” Jim sang the last phrase, words dancing around his tongue. “Personally, I believe the key to a healthy relationship is having them at knife point. But what do I know?” He sipped on his glass of wine, lips slowly turning into a emotionless grin. “ I do understand you, thought, I’m not very much the conceding type, you see, and if I want someone to stop breathing…Well, theres little to none anyone can ever do about it.”

“But I admit I’m curious, what did your love do to deserve such a harsh threatment, huh?” He pouted playfully, eyes glinting. “Did they try to experiment on you? Lock you in a pretty cage and poke you with a stick?”


“When have you been known to abide by what ordinary people say James?” Jackson countered with a raised eyebrow, restraining himself from taking the entire bottle of whiskey and gulping it down. Instead, deciding to have a little decorum, he poured a glass and took a sip, listening intently to the other man.

“A spy. Government actually, that was a first. I knew immediately, he tried to get me into bed rather quickly, but I was curious as to how he thought it might end and let him have a few more precious days alive before a got bored.” He explained, his tone as casual as if he were discussing a book or a new tv show that he had recently indulged in. “Oh I’d hardly say love dear, men such as you and I aren’t capable of such things now, are we? Not that we’re exactly comparable”

“I haven’t, I suppose, but they’re never not fascinating. Boring, yes, but the way their little heads think - I’ve been wanting to get a pet for ages.”  His eyes fell into Jackson’s glass and he smirked a little, like he knew about the other’s wishes.

“Government! I like the government ones. Shiny, bright little idealistic things, relatively hard to break, but oh, when you do…They beg so prettily for their lives- Always ready to spill some high profile secrets. The pained look on their faces…Priceless.” He bended forward for a second and filled Jackson’s glass a tad more, almost as a tease. “Oh, darling.” He grinned, arching an eyebrow at him.  “What makes you think you know enough of me to decide whether we’re alike or not?”

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Question:

“Excuse me, I handle my homicidal urges wonderfully.”

Answer:

“And I’m Greg Lestrade.” He scoffed, rubbing his face with his hands.

“Don’t get me wrong, darling, I get it, I get it – The deer-eyed scared faces, the pleas, the smell of fresh blood, the screams ringing in your ears – It all very cute, I know – nice way to heat up a sunday, even, but honestly, I’m tired of getting blood stains on my brand new persian rugs, so if you’d be a dear and take your murdering outside – I’d be more than grateful.”

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hostilesuggestion:

you really shouldn’t assume that i won’t hurt you.

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