rosemaryjmoriarty

[rosemaryjmoriarty]

Cake cake cake cake cake caaaaakeeeee

I love cake 😩

[rosemaryjmoriarty]

After the leaks this is so comforting 🥺. And I adore your art style 💓

Liam sketches while rewatching mtp <3

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Yeah the scar is hot af and it adds to his character but WHAT THE FUCKK😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Me seeing people talk about the new Moriarty the Patriot chapter which I cannot read yet

Also what do you mean William dyed his hair black???!!!!!

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WHAT DID THEY DO TO MY BEAUTIFUL BLONDE HUSBAND I'M SOBBING

Im gonna cry....

NOOO

My baby, what did they do to you 😦

Real talk why is his hair black, I’ve not read mtp in like a year. He looks like a black butler character omg

[rosemaryjmoriarty]

Um... I don't have much time. I'm drawing a work with sherliams. I thought I'd have time to draw it before the New Year, but apparently this is the last post this year.

I wish you good luck in the new 2025

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William teaching the children cured my depression

a place to belong — william j. moriarty x wife!reader

tags: fluff, family dynamics, comfort and care, short drabble

author: for rose from the ask here. i always love her little ideas lol, they're so cute. also, this is kinda funny because i had the freakiest rap playing in the bg while i wrote this 😭

"this will be your room for the next few days," william stated, pushing open a door to reveal a spacious chamber, warmly lit and outfitted with four small beds, each with a thick quilt. "make yourselves comfortable."

he turned to look at the children—a ragtag bunch, clothes tattered, face smudged with dirt and eyes wide with awe and cautiousness all at once. they limped as they stepped inside, blood slowly dousing the bandages they had just been treated with before coming here.

the eldest kid, perhaps twelve, stepped forward cautiously—taking a protective stance of the three kids behind. the kid audibly gulped, hesitation clear on her face before finally speaking. "...why are you helping us?"

william's gaze softened just slightly. "because i can."

before he could elaborate, a voice called from behind. "william? i thought i heard you come in—" you appeared at the doorway, clothed in your nightdress. your face swept over the scene, the wounded children clustered together, scared and looking like cornered animals, and softened. "and who are these little ones?"

"they've had a rough time," william smiled warmly at you, his expression becoming gentle upon seeing you. "i thought it would be best if they stay here while they recover."

"alright then." you said, nodding your head. you approached them slowly, before crouching to their level. "i'm (name). you'll be safe here, i promise." a pause, and then: "have you eaten?"

the youngest, a boy about six, shook his head. the others followed suit. "well," you got off your knees. "that won't do. let's see about getting you all fed. how does stew sound? louis has only made fresh bread today, too."

the children exchanged hesitant glances, but when the youngest nodded, the others followed—guarded faces easing a little.

over the next few days, your warmth had gradually brought them out of their shells. during the day, you led them through the gardens, and they all seemed impressed by flowers and herbs. even fred looked happy teaching them the names of the flora growing there. the children shared their meals with you, and at night—you read to them before they fell asleep.

the younger two children followed you like shadows while the older ones began to pepper you with questions about the manor and it's mysterious rooms that they weren't allowed in. they really thought of you as a mother figure—one time, the youngest one had even accidentally let the word slip, calling you 'mom'.

it was the younger girl who asked one evening, after supper. "can we see mr. william's study, mrs. (name)?"

the other children perked up at the idea, their curiosity plain and present on their faces. you paused, pretending to consider.

"his study?" you whispered, feigning shock. "hmmm, i'm not sure. that's where he keeps all his most serious and boring things. are you sure you children are ready for such a place?"

the young boy tugged on your sleeve—giving you the biggest puppy eyes. "...please, mrs. (name)?"

you had to bite the inside of your cheek to hide the grin that was creeping it's way up your face. you sighed theatrically. "alright, but you all must be very quiet. agreed?"

the study was dim and imposing, it's walls lined with shelves brimming with books, maps and strange instruments. the children tiptoed their way in, eyes wide as saucers.

"wow! look at this!" one of the girls whispered, pointing to a celestial globe on the desk. another flipped through a book of intricate mathematical diagrams, while the remaining two crowded around a large map pinned to one of the walls.

you moved among them, explaining what you knew. you picked up an item, pretending to use it—which made the children giggle. their innocent laughter rang softly through the room.

unbeknownst to them, william stood just outside the door—leaning against the frame with his arms crossed. he watched quietly, a faint and warm smile playing on his lips.

"mrs. (name)," one of the children curiously inquired, pointing at an item on the low shelf. "what's this thing?"

before you could answer, william cleared his throat. "that," he explained as he stepped inside of the room. "is an astrolabe."

the children flinched, caught in the act. they face him slowly, the youngest murdering a little "oops." you shrug your shoulders, speaking smoothly. "we were just.... admiring your collection."

"is that so?" william asked, raising an eyebrow but his tone was mild. he walked to his desk and picked up the celestial globe. "If you're going to explore, you might as well learn something."

he set the globe on the table and motioned for them to gather around. the children hesitated at first, but eventually crowded close as william began to explain the constellations. his voice was calm and patient and he seemed to take genuine satisfaction in their wide-eyed fascination, unable to stifle his soft laughs at the children's amused "ooh"s and "ah"s.

you leaned against one of the bookshelves, watching the scene unfold in front of you. warmly watching your husband guide their little hands over the globe—it was an endearing sight.

[rosemaryjmoriarty]

I changed my name from stellaeerrantes to rosemaryjmoriarty don't freak out people

[rosemaryjmoriarty]

May this love find me

my partner is only 40 but nestled within him is the soul of an elderly man

[rosemaryjmoriarty]

Hello🤗❤️

I hope you are well🌹

Can you help me get my voice heard

and share my family's story?🙏🏻

Can you Reblog my pinned post from my blog or donate 10$?

By helping to reblog my story, you could

save a family from death and war.🌹

Thank you very much🌸

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[rosemaryjmoriarty]

Omg these are gorgeous 😍

I BOUGHT NEW SHOESSSS

HI CHU 👋 👋 THOSE SHOES LOOK FIRE, YOU'D LOOK AMAZING IN THEM

[rosemaryjmoriarty]

mtp characters New Year’s resolutions!

(this is so brain rotting but here we go lol)

William- go to therapy

Louis-kill sherlock

Albert- drink EVEN MORE WINE!

Moran- try to cut down on gambling (he doesn’t make it past Jan 1st)

Fred- adopt twenty more cats

herder- invent time travel somehow (he succeeds)

moneypenny-get rid of herder

Bonde- force Moran to wear makeup once

Sherlock- try crystal meth for the first time

Watson- stop Sherlock from trying crystal meth

Hudson-finally get back the money she is owed

Mycroft: smile :3

Billy- convert the group to be more American

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I love this 💖💖💖

Art vs artist

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“he’s so babygirl”

babe he just killed somebody.

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Help for Venezuela. REBLOG PLEASE.

Help me spread the word about what is happening in my country.I don't want to cry anymore thinking about what is going to happen to my family, or my friends. Many in my generation have committed suicide due to the desperation of the current crisis, others have left their university careers to go to work at an early age for a starvation wage. Please, I just want to stop suffering, I don't want to cry anymore, I just want a normal adolescence for all young people. My people need FREEDOM.

[rosemaryjmoriarty]

Louder.

People are so obsessed with labelling William as a "feminine man" without even questioning where such brainwashed ideas come from, and it completely goes against everything William stands for.

[rosemaryjmoriarty]

"But William doesn't recognise his actions as justice"

Shame because I do

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no one ever girlbossed as much as they girlbossed