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Bad Day
Summary:
"Sebastian is no stranger to a bad day, but this one is already ranking up with that fateful day he spent in the drain."
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No. 10 POOR UNFORTUNATE SOULS
Taser | Whipping | Waterboarding
#day 10 of whumptober and Shezza learns what whump means#...this is the 3rd year i've done this#also worth noting#mormor#Mormor Fanfic#Jim Moriarty#sebastian moran#Sebastian Moran x Jim Moriarty
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How come people whose DNI lists I’m on will interact with me. You’re going to file a restraining order and then walk into my house, unawares? Reblog my post with an addition but I cannot boost it because you rail furiously about how you want blogs like mine nowhere near you? Must I go to the trouble of reading your DNI and respectfully not engaging, and you will not even read my bio to see that I am one of the ones you prefer to suicidebait on anon before you decide to write a soliloquy in my tags?
#this is not meant to be taken seriously#it just makes me smh every time i make a popular post#and then all the people in the fandom who i see around#and sometimes really like their work#but i’ve never been able to interact because they hate me#and i’m in their DNIs#they’re commenting on and reblogging and tagging MY post#and it’s like come on man. what am i supposed to do here#do you want me to interact or not#star wars#the clone wars#cloneshipping#codex#mormor#sherlock#the mandalorian#magneto#nile/andy#x men#discourse#ao3#fanart#fanfic
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JOHNLOCK FIC!
Towards the end of last year (so not that long ago) I began on my first johnlock fic. It’s incredibly OOC but has been so much fun to work on; I wanted to do something different than anything I’d read before. It’s Johnlock with a lovely sprinkle (more like a downpour) of MorMor.
These Unsuitable Pyrotechnics by discreetowl
Explicit, Words 100k+, Chapter 21/26
Additional Tags: Sherlock Holmes has feelings, POV John Watson, Jim Moriarty is a little shit, Jim Moriarty has feelings, Eventual Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, Slow Burn, Developing, AU- High School, Smut, Fluff, Friends with benefits, Angst, Mutual pining, Emotionally unavailable John Watson
SUMMARY: “You had all of me that I knew how to give. And if you would ever have me again, I would give you all the rest.”
Or, the one where John is a jaded bastard who has sworn off love completely, Sherlock is a grand romancing photographer/footy coach, whilst Jim and Seb face their own troubling complexities (arson included).
Oh, and Greg is there as well.
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This is an extremely OOC AU.
Slow burn, updated regularly; sad to happy to infuriating to fucking devastating to somewhat happy again.
Enjoy, and please indulge me with any questions, thoughts, or points of clarification.
#johnlock#johnlock fic recs#johnlock smut#johnlock angst#mutual pining#johnlock fluff#ao3 fanfic#ao3 author#mormor#mormor fic recs#mormor smut#Mormor angst#sherlock fic#bbc sherlock#sherlock fic rec#sherlock ao3#jim moriarty#sebastian moran#John Watson#Sherlock holmes#fix it fic
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The very first three books I ever made. One copy of These Violent Delights for the author (black), one copy for me (white), and a compilation of 4 in-universe prequel and adjacent works that pasiphile wrote (green) including Mirror Mirror, Genesis, Before The World Was Made, and Elegy. Link goes to series page.
#bookbinding#fanbinding#fanfic#m.#bbc sherlock#mormor#jim moriarty#sebastian moran#white#black#green#blue#monet#celtic#nordic
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folks do you still like Mormor in the year 2023? well I do so here’s a little phone sex one shot I wrote. it’s part of a larger story but it can be read as a stand alone.
tags: edging, stripping, drinking, bad google translations of german, degradation, voyeurism, mutual masturbation, phone sex, and JOI
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May I direct your attention to this sparkling ... well, I’d say gem, but it’s simply the perfect crown jewel. Such a beautiful tribute, mormor style. You find it on Ao3: “Successions” by @rammyrue
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Yes, I’m dumping this here. Check it out, if you like historical AUs and Mormor!
Expect a lot of historical inaccuracies! It is a gay couple in the regency era that WILL be getting married, so… 😘
https://archiveofourown.org/works/38476636/chapters/96163867
Sebastian sighed as the door to his study opened once again and a quick glance up told him that John was slipping in to follow Severin who had interrupted his work a few minutes prior. He looked down at the stack of papers he had to go through, knowing it was unlikely he would get through them before the night with both of his brothers in the room.
"To what do I owe this misfortune?" He asked, leaning back in his chair, hands interlocking in front of himself. John decided that was enough license to take a seat, as Sebastian dragged his gaze between them, envious of the ease that took to their lives. John, fresh from travels across the isles of Greece, and Severin, only encumbered by the artistic whims of his mind and whatever individual his eyes took to in the ton. It could be the streak of misfortune that seemed to follow him in romance, or perhaps it was the weight of his family’s expectations for him, but Sebastian could truly only feel envious of the successes that came to them from the ease of their lives.
Dearest gentle reader,
Did you miss me?
As the members of our esteemed ton lazily sojourned in their rustic retreats, this author was doing but one thing. Honing my skills. Or should I say, hatching my plans? No, even better, I was sharpening my knives… for all of you. Questions abound as to this author’s identity and means. Seeking those answers shall prove fruitless, indeed. There is, of course, another unknown identity at present. Though, this one you will be able to unearth. I speak of the season’s diamond, wherever she may be.
Your move, Your Majesty.
#mormor#sebastian moran#fanfic#jim moriarty#sebastian moran / jim moriarty#bbc sherlock#mormor fan fiction#bridgerton au#regency aesthetic
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MORMOR (SHERLOCK) STUFF
IIII did a thing and I wrote a fanfic for a fandom that's very small and Probably nearly dead but have it anyway I guess?
Anyway uh some general info:
Contains: Beginning of mormor, bribing/blackmail (a teeny bit), suggested death, uhh mentions of wounds (surface level) and beatings.
Word count: 1140
Est. reading time: 4-5 mins
Prompt/idea: our beloved Sebastian got into trouble after his dishonourable discharge and someone appears to offer him a deal :D
Pairing: Mormor (but not explicit yet whoops-)
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"Come on, Moran," the eerie voice sounded through the hollow room. "On a scale from 1 to 10, how would you rate your pain?"
The source of the voice towered over the figure that was laying on the floor, covered in cuts and bruises. When no reply came from Sebastian, the person decided to apply some force, kicking Sebastian in his back.
To their great displeasure, this elicited little more than a groan from Sebastian. Truth to be told, Sebastian really just didn't know what to answer. Sure, some of his bones were probably broken, he was covered in bruises and he had cuts all over himself, but things had been so much worse when… Well, back then. Sure, the physical ache was the worst he'd ever experienced, but it in no way compared to the trauma.
"7," he eventually spat back through gritted teeth. He would comply only if that would mean the pain would fucking stop.
"Shame. Let's see if we can push that to a 10, no? I want to hear you scream and beg."
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Sebastian groaned and dragged himself off the floor as the sound of footsteps spread through the hallway. They were different, though. Lighter. As if they carried a prestigious status with them.
Dangerously curiously he approached the bars that kept him in this prison, hanging against them with his lower. Might even get a cigarette out of that chap. God how he was craving for one after all these weeks.
"Hey you there," he called out to the figure, his voice harsh from the recent beatings. "Don't got a cig for a poor inmate, do ya?"
To his great delight the figure actually stopped walking, daring even to step closer to the bars. Sebastian grinned at the man, who was dressed in a blood red suit. There was no denying it, this was a fine male specimen. Might even be convinced to visit Sebastian and join him for a wonderful night.
"A poor inmate, huh?", the voice spoke, so soft and yet so threatening. "Surely they put you here for good reason. By the looks of you, they even think locking you up isn't enough~"
"Nah, I get off on that, Shorty," Sebastian joked, winking at the guy. Hey, you miss all the shots you don't shoot, right? "So how about that cig?"
The man in front of him seemed unfazed and cold to his flirting, which admittedly was largely disappointing. Luckily he did pull out a cigarette from his sleeve, sticking it through the bars that separated them. He was careful, keeping his fingers away, as if Sebastian would bite them off. Who knew, maybe Sebastian might even.
Instead, Sebastian leaned down gently taking the cigarette between his lips and looking the man in front of him sensually into the cold, dead eyes staring back at him.
"Don't suppose you have a light, too?"
As the man lit the cigarette that Sebastian refused to take out of his mouth, Sebastian eyed the man. Definitely not from around here.
"You're not from here, Shorty, are you?" He asked, inhaling the smoke and enjoying every second of the familiar feeling, before leaning back against the wall, taking the cigarette between his fingers and slowly blowing the smoke away from him.
When it remained silent, Sebastian opened his mouth to continue taking. It was not necessary, however, as the man spoke up.
"Call me short one more time, and I'll show you what it's like to be short," he hissed. "I'm not from around here, no. Just visiting."
"Visiting who?", Sebastian couldn't help but ask. Curiosity killed the cat, right? That was definitely gonna be the end of him someday.
"You. Colonel Sebastian Moran. Open the door, boys~"
Before Sebastian could really even react two guys stepped forward and opened the door to his cell. Within a few seconds he was then pinned against the wall. In a reflex he flipped the script, pinning the small man against the wall instead, his bottom arm pressing down on his throat.
Sebastian was forced to let go, however, when he felt the familiar sensation of the tip of a knife against one of the open cuts, a real threat that his life could be ended right there. He stepped back and brought up his guard, ready to defend himself if needed.
"How'd you get that in?", he asked, having too much adrenaline to even realise this stranger had known his name just like that. It's not like the papers had reported on his mishap.
The man in front of him grinned dangerously, stepping more into the flickering light of his cell. It was this moment that Sebastian saw, and realised that he was not dealing with an ordinary man, but with someone who was batshit crazy.
"I think you have misunderstood the power Dynamic here, big boy~. You're gonna have to listen what I'm saying, and listen closely, for I am the only one who can save your pathetic life. You know you're on death row, no~?"
Sebastian nodded. Of course he knew his own verdict. Not like it bothered him, though. He knew how these things went and he'd have years left to escape from this prison.
"Good, good~ I've been so free to save you some suffering. You're due tomorrow. You best start thinking about your last words~. Unless…"
Sebastian felt his heart sink into his stomach. He knew he wasn't exactly happy, but he definitely wasn't ready to end things yet. Fuck. More than anything, things felt very real now.
"Unless," the man repeated, "You take my job offer."
Sebastian scoffed and rolled his eyes, which proved to be a terrible choice. Once again he was slammed into the wall by the shorter figure. This time, however, the knife landed on his throat and Sebastian could tell from the pressure that the guy was serious.
"I don't need no 'redeeming work'. Fuck, I'd rather die."
The figure laughed a sinister laugh. "Redeeming work? Who do I look like? The pope? I'm so flattered~"
The figure pressed him a little harder against the wall and lifted his chin with the flat of the knife. "I do the devil's job."
Sebastian felt his blood rushing and internally cursed himself for reacting the way he did, carefully eyeing the knife. "Do elaborate."
"My name is Jim Moriarty. And I am the world's first and only Consulting Criminal. People tell me what they want, their deepest desire… And I see it fulfilled with a little flair. For a payment, naturally."
Sebastian eyed the figure up and down. The man seemed delusional. But, he was holding a knife to his throat, so Sebastian had to play along.
"How do you even want me to help with that?"
"I heard you're an excellent shot. And I'm in need of one."
#mormor#jim#jim moriarty#sebastian#sebastian moran#moran#moriarty#morimora#fanfic#sherlock#sherlock bbc#bbc sherlock#writing#:)
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when did I become Sebastian Moran?
#like genuinely#this text would be in a mormor fanfic from 2012#*ralph wiggum voice* I'm in danger!#posts of mere existence
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Jim: “I want somebody to take me out”
Bodyguard: “Like on a date or a sniper?”
Jim: “Mhmm... surprise me”
Bodyguard: “Well this one is mine”
#mormor#sherlock#sherlock fanfic#sherlock rp#mormor rp#andrew scott#tom hiddelson#jim moriarty#michael fassbender#love
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Update/apology
I am sorry I haven’t been active for a long time.
I can’t dedicate the amount of time I once did to this blog or this character but Seb will always be with me as a large part of my younger years and he will always be special to me.
I will try to write a few new fanfics along the year but I don’t promise a schedule.
they’ll just drop as surprise bombs of ghosts past for this blog, @bestdamnshot & possibly @sinraisedtoanartform
I miss my murder/ disaster boys
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Making Jim Jealous
"For days, weeks, months, he’s had to listen to “Sherlock Holmes this” and “Sherlock Holmes that”. It’s all Sebastian hears and all Jim talks about anymore. Maybe he got jealous, and maybe he wanted to give Jim a taste of that so he called up old friends and scheduled a night out, knowing Jim knew what their connections had been at one time. He had even gone as far as to tell Jim exactly who was going to be there and they’d be drinking."
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Sebastian is jealous so he tries to make Jim jealous in return. Things might get a little out of hand.
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I used to read a lot of really really dark sad whump fics pretty much exclusively. Characters getting absolutely mentally and physically annihilated in the worst, most soul-crushing circumstances possible. Lots of hurt no comfort. Lots of apocalypses. Over the past five or six years, I’ve turned to reading mostly stories about characters getting dogs and having adventures with them, or growing old together, or escaping bad circumstances against all odds. Fix-it AUs. Slice-of-life fics. I’m not necessarily a happier person. I think I just value those stories more than I did. Something something the dystopia is here something something wisdom comes with age. Dykwim
#this is also true for writing#my writing used to be DARK#dead dove do not eat type shit#and now it is literally physically impossible for me to write fics#with unequivocally sad endings#there always has to be hope#some light in the darkness#some humor or self aware satire.#it’s frustrating but something about it is like… okay.#i’m at a place in my life where i need to create things that don’t end badly#and that’s okay.#fanfiction#fanfic#ao3#x men#cherik#do you guys remember how fucking intense cherik whump was like jesus fucking christ#magneto#mormor#bbc sherlock#doctor who#the old guard#star wars the clone wars#star wars#good omens
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I’m in a car with nothing to do for half an hour. Send me Drabble ideas?
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Apparently, Omegle closed today
and that's a very big deal for me. I'm 31 years old and I first started roleplaying on Omegle when I was 19. Of course, I'd been on Omegle before, when I was 16-17 years old, just for shits and giggles, but once I got into fandoms and rp'ing I started spending every night and a lot of depression days(tm) on there. I don't think it's an overstatement when I say that I wrote hundreds of stories with strangers. I briefly wrote Johnlock, but soon moved onto MorMor and Severich, and mostly did a LOT of 00Q roleplays the past couple of years. As in a lot a lot.
Tonight, after a fun night out with my colleagues (as apparently I'm a grownup these days) I came home and did what I've been doing for the past 12 years - log onto Omegle to spin a fanfic story with a stranger.
But when I logged on just now, Omegle was no more. Call me dramatic, but this has been how I wind down almost every night for over a decade. I'm a little sad.
If anyone has any recommendations, please let me know. I'm old and I don't know about discord and what have you lol. I've been rp' ing 00Q for the past five-ish? years. I will do MorMor, Severich and even Milex. Hit me up?
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“Spoon”
Chapter 14 of Tigris Domesticus is up on Ao3
Everyone who followed and enjoyed that mormor cooperation by @rammyrue and @by--a--whisker , don’t be sad that it’s 14/14 . This is just Book 1 of a much longer adventure which keeps growing, so we decided to break it up into digestable parts ;) Posting of the new chapters of Book 2 will commence shortly :D
A huge thank you to everyone for reading, liking and commenting, we are immensely thrilled and grateful <3 <3 <3
“I can’t … remember,” Sebastian admitted. In fact, he couldn’t remember anything, nothing he could grasp anyway, like the echo of a dream that had you wake up sweaty and with a racing heartbeat, but no real memory of it.
The glow to have provided the ‘most fascinating experience’ ever in Jim Moriarty’s life – and the bar was bound to be quite high for that - silenced Sebastian reprimands for Jim not taking refuge in the panic room, and it seemed quite pointless now anyway.
Then Sebastian frowned. What was it about his face that he shouldn’t touch it?! Why? It actually did feel a bit funny, his eyes like he had sand in them, the skin tingly. A shock of alarm jolted through him, panic almost – had there been a glitch in transformation…?! Did he still have whiskers, or furry ears, or a pink nose…
“Is there..?” In a paradox response to the order Sebastian invariably did reach up – and, quick and hard, Jim shot forward and batted his hand down.
“PAVA spray, you big dolt!”
Sebastian understood and sagged in relief, even though he did not like what this suggested about the tiger’s behaviour towards Jim. But, as Jim had said, first things first.
“I’m not sure how far I’ll get without eating something, but I could try?” Sebastian felt dizzy with hypoglycaemia but washing off the contamination seemed the priority, or else things could turn highly unpleasant again quickly.
#mormor#Jim Moriarty#Sebastian Moran#were au#Tigris Domesticus#more to come#heed the tags#fanfic readers are awesome#thank you hugs#still heed the tags#it's mormor
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