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I am not arrogant. I simply know my place. It’s quite far above yours.

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IND. SEL. MAYANS MC

𝖔𝖇𝖎𝖘𝖕𝖔 ‘𝖇𝖎𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖕’ 𝖑𝖔𝖘𝖆 / el presidente. 

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The Spirit of Winter

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( CAM CAM):

Cameron looks up in shock of the sudden outburst of the man sitting opposite of her. as he lectures her a grin of genuine amusement forms on her lips. “I just listed the brands of the top of my head and how i can taste the difference in quality. i didnt say if i actually liked them, however… I am interested in exploring the brands you suggested.”

She still can’t get over how he seemed almost attacked by her mere mentions of tea brands. so unexpected and absolutely priceless.

              The grin that crept up on her lips had him wondering whether or not she took him seriously. Did she think he was joking? Did she WANT him to drag her to his estate so she could hand pick his herbs for her own custom tea flavor? ...Scratch that, he didn’t want to drag her out there. That meant he’d have to be out in the field with her without any way out. She responded, and it still didn’t satisfy him. If she just listed random brands she thought of, it still showed her poor taste since THOSE were the ones she thought of.

            “...Whatever. If you thought of them, then they surely are on your list of drinkable teas. I’ll buy you different flavors of each of those brands. I thought of bringing you to my estate so you could make your own brand but... Well, that’s just too much effort, now, isn’t it?” James picked up his cup again and took a sip, this time not terribly loud as before.

                        “Have you tried any Asian brands? There are some good ones, especially this Oolong I know of...”

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( SLACKER ):

“I’m glad I caught you in a good mood, sir,“ Harry dipped his head with an awkward smile. He wanted nothing more than to leave, but he had questions. "I… I errr… well I didn’t quite catch what you had said at the beginning of class sir, and I believe it pertained to the exam we have coming up, well I guess my question is…,” Harry sounded absolutely bonkers. He was sure he was about to ruin the Professors mood, as he had one job in that classroom today, just to listen. He had failed of course. “What day is the exam… and what is it over.”

                    Wonderful.

            With every second passing, the professor’s mood begun to drop. He noticed everything, observed everything, and  k n e w by the tucked-in shoulders, attempted smile, and inner turmoil of the student that something utterly STUPID was going to be asked. ...What was his name? Oh, yes. Potter, Harry. Destined for great magic, but isn’t really putting it to its potential. “Clearly.” He paused, looking over the student - his robes, his tie’s knot, and his glasses. As much as Moriarty wanted his students to pass Astrology, he knew it wasn’t in the menu for all. “The exam is a week from tomorrow and will be over basics of Astrology you should know, conscious sun & moon signs and their pertaining to magical abilities, and how your signs have influenced your house.”

            “I’ll be having a study session on the weekend for students that need some guidance.” Moriarty paused, brows raising in attempt to give Harry a nonverbal cue that he should go to the session. “- And for students who ELECT not to listen in class since they think it’s merely syllabus week for all classes.”

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( Crockadillapig ):

She’d been a bit too stressed to have anything scheduled. Or rather paranoid. Jillian didn’t want anyone touching her, didn’t want any threat to her person or rather… to the bit her person was currently carrying. In the States, that had began to become a concern as familiar faces began creeping around..

“I don’t need funds or care, just a place to reside and I’m quite sure that Richard would be happy to provide it. He rather liked children, if I remember right, he might be a bit more excited than you at the prospect of being an uncle.” But on the rare chance that a tidbit of information about her reached certain ears, she found she’d probably be much safer in Jim’s residence. Safety, security, that was what mattered. So long as her brother didn’t get the idea of killing her, but so far she’d lived so she didn’t see that as much of a worry.

Her tongue traced the straight line of her teeth, lips pursed. “If I had been acting domestic, then this wouldn’t be much a problem, would it, Jimmy? As for the father, I doubt you’d know the first name, but you may know the family. Based in Nevada, deal in trafficking mostly. Slaight. Harold Slaight. I thought it would be rather easy, but… well to put it simply, I thought he was a bit old to have children.” She finally took a sip of the tea, looking rather annoyed. “Of course that raises a few problems. I got what I wanted before I left, but I think I might have held out a bit too long.” 

             The fact that she had to announce it aloud that he was to become an uncle made his stomach flip over. Once, twice, probably three times. At least she knew that’s how he felt - he’d rather have his sister KNOWING he wasn’t happy with this situation rather than her with EMPTY hope that he’d someone turn around and love the idea of a kid in the family. Dark eyes loomed over the woman’s stomach, wondering how the baby was developing - whether it’d be a dramatic little girl or an annoying little boy.

            His attention returned to her. “Not sure. Sometimes domestic arrangements have problems when children come into the picture...” James’s brows rose dramatically, as if he was thinking super hard about the family name. A finger came up to his chin and tapped. Tap, tap, tap. “...Hmmh, doesn’t quite ring a bell. Must not be IMPORTANT like they appear.” A lie. He knew the name and did some deals with them for other clients. They weren’t quite on his radar at all times, but he did do transactions with them at least twice a quarter for a local bar owner and illegal art smuggler.

            “I’d agree, you have too many wrinkles and sags to have a kid.” James made a dramatic cringe before a smirk rose up on his lips. He loved insulting her, annoying her. Her situation was already annoying her, so he may as well add some wood to the fire. The consultant took out his mobile, feeling a vibration, to answer a text. “You were there too long. Should’ve left after you got what you were after. You know better, even for a little crockadillapig.”

“...You can stay, so long as you don’t vomit on anything too important and stay out of my stuff.”

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warriorsxheart:

               ❝ I’ll seek you out f l a y  y o u  a l i v e. One more word and you won’t survive. And I’m not scared of your stolen power. I see right through you any hour. I’m taking it slow, feeding my flame, shuffling the cards of your game. And just in time in the right place, suddenly I will play my ace. I won’t soothe your pain. I won’t ease your strain. You’ll be waiting in vain. I got nothing for you to gain. Eyes on fire, your spine is a b l a z e, felling any foe with my gaze. And just in time in the right place, steadily emerging with grace. ❞

                                          an independent james moriarty from                                              bbc’s sherlock written by charlie

                                         & an independent sookie stackhouse                                       from hbo’s true blood written by christina

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(Day Lily Blonde):

                Jim could do anything to fool anybody he wanted, but there was no fooling her right now. He was not doing okay even if he was protesting that she not worry about him and focus on getting rid of the body that he had taken care of himself. As soon as this was done she was going to take care of him, that she had already promised herself. The guy was big but she thought she could handle it herself. She was already moving to stand behind him, positioning herself just right so that she could loop her arms underneath his own and drag him where she needed to. ❝What are we gonna do with him?❞ She was about to get morbid but they had to think. ❝We could put him in the trunk and dump him somewhere? I don’t know….burn him? How do you normally do somethin’ like this?❞ Right, cause this was normal.

           Through searing pain, James squat next to the bloodied body and reached to pick him up from the feet. He was appreciative at the experience Sookie had with ridding of bodies - she knew they had to move him and rid of the evidence. “Grab the—” She was already ahead of him and looping her arms under and around the body. What are we going to do? Through a foggy mind, James searched for the answer. They had a couple options. Pigs were an option, but they were no where near a farm. Acid bath would get rid of the body in less than 24 hours, but they didn’t have materials... “Well, we aren’t... exactly in the best location.” James rose to his feet, holding the body’s legs. He considered her suggestion and looked over a the car. Burning him would cause suspicion and the possibility of a fire was not on the menu. “We could... dump him with alligators. They eat everything.” He paused, staring over at the blonde. “If you want to make sure no one can find him we could cut off the head and finger tips. Blow the head up so there are no dental records. Rest of the body would decompose in the ground...” James considered his own ideas, then remembered Sookie knew a construction worker, “You have access to construction sites, right? Through that Were?”

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The Abominable Bride

Moriarty: Exactly. Let’s stop playing. We don’t need toys to kill each other. Where’s the intimacy in that?

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(RICHIE): 

Now Richard stiffened entirely, straightening up and directing his disapproving look to the wall across the room. “No thank you,” he muttered, hoping Jim would feel the tension in his body and get annoyed with his lack of participation, thus moving away. “I think I’d rather just go in my sleep at an old age.”

           Well, so much for participation. James took note of the disapproving look and responded with his own dramatic eye roll. “Well, fine, so be it.” James knew the other wanted him to move away and back off, but he didn’t bite. Instead, he stayed in his position and quickly learned to revel in the tension the other had throughout. “That’s boring, but whatever floats your boat.” A pause. “What’s got you in a mood? For once, I’m not being a pain.” 

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(Day Lily Blonde):

                James’s words were very bland and sounded like they were trying to hurt her but she had been around him long enough to know that he was trying to put up a front around her, especially after being so vulnerable when she had spotted the many scars on his back. It wasn’t exactly something anyone would probably want to go around sharing but ignore it altogether. ❝Well you’re just plain stupid and ignorant if you think that there isn’t a single person in this world who can care about you, James Moriarty, so just cut that out right now.❞ Usually she would put up and straight up ignore the harsh little remarks that he could make because that was just Jim being Jim, but right now she wasn’t going to let him run her over with those remarks to push her away.

                ❝And if you think I’m the material kind of girl don’t forget who forced me to buy all these new outfits so we could be stylish together. I don’t care about cars and planes and jets with flat screen tvs. I care about people.❞ She didn’t know if she was trying to make a case for herself or defending herself or what, but his words annoyed her and she wouldn’t let him have the satisfaction and trying to tear down the care that she stated she felt for him. ❝And just so you know, weakness isn’t always a bad thing. It just shows you’re human and not some criminal in Hugo Boss.❞

                There it was, one of the reasons why he liked Sookie - the courage and passion coming out like a blaze through a forest. But it didn’t make things any better, not when he was like this. “OH, then I guess I’ll be stupid, then. If that means I can keep people away, then so. be. it.” He always pushed people away, he always felt undeserving of any type of love, and now he was convincing himself of this more than anymore. Frustrated eyes stared at Sookie, unable to get another jibe in, for she continued.

                She was right. He only said those things to hurt her, to keep her AWAY - he was well aware of the kind of woman she was. She cared for and LIVED for people, not for material wares. It was in her blood, in her very soul, to care for anyone and everyone. And yet his eyes darted across her face, inspecting, observing, and digging for anything to use against her. ...But he knew when to back off. It was part of his work, his very being, to know when to back off, and that included when to back off of a sharp-tongued woman. James visually relaxed while his mind continued to whir. “You’re one of the most compassionate women I’ve met, Sookie Stackhouse.” He’d take another approach. Flattery would get her away from putting her attention on him. Perhaps appearing to be human and not a criminal in ‘Hugo Boss’ would get her to back off.

                Softened dark eyes looked at her as a small smile perked up on his lips, “Not only do you care for those who deserve it, you care for those who don’t, and that shows just how pure and genuine you are. Certainly the only honorable person I’ve had around in my life.”

                         “I’m sorry.” And while what he said was true, the last couldn’t be more of a dirty lie.

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(CAM CAM):

Cameron chuckles at his surprise. “Yeah, tea is kind of a thing for me. I’m mostly not picky but I can definitely taste quality differences between brands like Lipton, Bigelow, and Stash. Helps me relax after a mentally exhausting day.” She figures she should phsize that since he seems to think mental exhaustion isnt really a thing. Strange… he of all people should notice how monotony can drain a person. “My go to is chamomile and lemongrass…. maybe a little spearmint, too.”

           “No, no, no, NO.” His disagreement BOOMED in the café, attracting the eyes and curiosity of other customers. Lipton? Burn it. Bigelow? Better, but still trash. Stash? Really. American Trash. She definitely was NOT picky in the slightest, even if there were differences in the brnads she named. The criminal’s eyes rolled so far back, only the veined whites were to be seen. When the dark depths reappeared, he let out a sigh. He stared at her, debating whether to save her soul or not. “You need a tea rehab session, my dear Cam Cam.”

          “Surely if you really want to relax from your exhausting, boring life, you should do it right. You enjoy chamomile and lemongrass? Go with Twinnings. ‘Pretty sure they have spearmint in there, too, while you’re at it. Yorkshire for black. PG Tips if you’re real fancy.  —— Or save yourself further and go for homemade blends where you can adjust how you like. Unlike most sods, I appreciate well-brewed and proper teas.” The consultant rolled his eyes once more, more so at the fact that he just lectured her on teas of all things. Sure, he appreciated the amusement of mundane talk and everyday topics, but now it was just tedious and boring.

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          The Astronomy professor leaned back in his chair, eyes glossing over each table from the yellows, to the blues, and all the way to the greens. It wasn’t often he spent his lunch in the Great Hall, but it was the beginning of term and it was only proper for him to be available (especially with his first exam of the term coming up) for any and all concerns. Not only that, but there were some new faculty faces he had to get to know through “normal” means. ...Finally, his gaze landed on the individual seeking his attention. His Irish drawl came out from his lips. “While I would otherwise shoo you away during my lunch hour, you’ve caught me in a good mood. Must be the whole, ‘New term, new me’ shenanigans.”

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( Crockadillapig ):

“Yes you have a cook, but you aren’t eating, that’s obvious enough,” she said simply, voice light and the lilt in her voice apparent even though she usually covered it. Her nail, usually manicured but currently bitten down, tapped against the cup. 

He knew there was something wrong. Maybe going to Moran would be the easiest way out of telling him because Jillian was rather afraid of how he would react when she had made her own decision. “You get in a tiff about several things, and if you tossed me, I’d just go to Richard. At least he still loves his sister.” She did try to keep up with him, unlike Jim, usually just postcards. A way to say I’m alive. 

A breath. “No, I don’t.” Simple enough and dark eyes, their color hidden by contacts, glanced up. “I need a place to say, approximately seven months. After that, I’m making a quick trip to Ireland. I’ll be out of your hair then. Permanently.” A quiet moment. Another breath. If she stayed, she wouldn’t be able to hide it more than a month. Might as well now. “It seems I made a bit of a mistake while I was in America, James. And that would be the cause of the weight gain you so kindly pointed out. I would think you’d note that it’s focused, I haven’t gained anywhere else.”

Her voice. His ears perked to listen to her every word to add to his continuing case against her and what she could possibly want. Dark eyes looked at the way she held her cup, the way her CHIPPED and DISGUSTING nail tapped against the porcelain. Her nails were always done to perfection with her weekly manicures and spa sessions. She was letting herself go. Not only in her weight, but with her appearance, voice... The fact that she was here....

Oh.

Oooooh.

He decided to play along for a moment. “Richie can’t even take care of himself, let alone the two of you...” His hand motioned to her as a whole. Oops. His tongue ran faster than his mind. May as well continue speaking to prevent her asking how he knew. “He may love everyone including the dust bunnies under his couch, but that doesn’t make up for the fact that you’d not get far with him.” Keeping her away from Rich was more for his own greedy reasons - it kept his jealousy down. Hmmmh.

...Her feeble attempt to hide her situation was already losing his interest, and it seemed she caught onto that with her further evaluation as to her situation. “Who’s the father?” What better way to ask? Get straight to the point. “I like juicy details, especially when it comes to peoples’ stupid mistakes. Was it a one time thing? Or did you actually think you could become domestic? You should know better - sentiment  i s  a   d e f e c t . ” He may as well let her stay. Not that he’d calm her nerves by saying that yet, he wanted to poke and prod at her a bit. Letting her stay meant seeing her develop the little parasite.

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↳“ I for one like chaos. Chaos looks good on me. ”

                                    INDIE JAMES MORIARTY OF BBC’s SHERLOCK

                                                        PENNED && LOVED BY CHARLIE

                                                         CONTRACT, VERSES, DOSSIER

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cameron-allen:

Symona grins devilishly in pure amusement at the man’s irritation- anger or frustration. Either way. It’s exactly what she wanted. She places her chin on her hands that rested on the back of the chair- the one she was more than comfortable sitting backwards in. “Now why would I want to do that, hm?”

      Matching the female, a grin itched onto his lips, one that spoke ANNOYANCE and little to no amusement. She was treading the wrong path, whether she knew that or not— should he have her suffer for her crimes, or make the punishment swift? Dark eyes fixed onto her, burned right through her, and watched as she got comfortable. 

          Eyes narrowed. “...Then what would you prefer? Lead down your throat, burning your face to a crisp with a blow torch..? Or perhaps making it interesting and watching your muscles seizure violently until you die from exhaustion with some strychnine...”