#Louis Williams Pencils

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Punisher Origin of Microchip #2 (1993) Doug Braithwaite & Art Nichols Cover, Louis Williams Pencils, Mike Baron Story

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[anushkab2711]

I finished watching Yuumori . Now I am off to read the manga .

I think of louis as very protective of his beloved nii-san . He doesn't like the fact / is jealous that his nii-san is being taken from him . ( like sherly stealing his Liam away ) 🤭

[yoshi-geekdom]

Snow Day

Chapter Two

To their amazement, it had snowed overnight! The surrounding landscape was now hidden under a thick crisp white blanket.

Ankle deep, as William discovered, curiosity having gotten the better of him, when taking notice that the snow reached as far as the first step of the front stoop.

Albert, upon seeing this, quickly became concerned that this would delay his trip back to London; the three had a lot to plan for, after all!

He had voiced as much, to which Louis replied:

"All work and no play makes for two exhausted brothers to look after."

His little brother's words gave William an idea.

[fancyfeathers]

lol it'd be funnier if author!darling ACTUALLY disappears for a few days after marrying william. like the whole incident lol. also i can always see him wanting her to put more romance in her books. she'll probably relent, making messed up lovers who don't end up together out of spite. what i'm thinking is in "and then there were none" darling would be writing, dropping clues, hoping a certain someone (*cough* sherlock *cough*) would be able to piece things together soon

(Again for some reason @istgtumlrifyoudothisonemoretime your question is not showing up in my inbox, huh)

(Anyway a continuation of William with an author!darling)

But I have an idea with these…

During the engagement she writes two books, both with hidden clues within them for hopefully Sherlock to find. One of them is similar to the story of Veronica and JD from Heathers, which if you don’t know is kinda like Bonnie and Clyde but Veronica is almost forced into killing these people with him. So the first book is trying to tell of her current situation, forced into all of this and people are dying because of this. Since Heathers is set in an 80s high school, it would change to England high society, the aristocracy, to hint at what the Lord of Crime is doing. Then Veronica’s faking of ending herself would not be fake, she actually does it, hitting at what she would do if she cannot get out of there. But in the epilogue she would have a detective finding her body in an investigation, the detective’s name being an anagram for the name of Sherlock Holmes, perhaps something like Mr Celle Oshkosh, but not abbreviating Mr to hint at the fact that it is an anagram for the detective to find.

The second book would be very similar to And Then There Were None, but a few details would change. The dolls would be replaced with books, books with titles of her books which would point to the murders that happen in the real world, the ones that are based on her books. Then the judge/killer would be replaced with a professor to hint at it being William.

Now some of these hints William would pick up on, namely the ending of oneself in the the first book but not the hint in the epilogue, then the second book would have nothing William would not pick up on, after all it’s about him. He’s not upset about it actually, he’s almost flattered even, to be portrayed in on of her masterpieces, one of the best of her works. He would wait to read it until it has gone through her editor and gets published, reading it with a smile on his face and he would buy two copies, one of them for his shelves and the other to mark up and to make notes of the clues within.

But that aside, her intentions do not go forgiven, especially the last one in the first of her works.

So with that said he keeps her under constant watch and Louis takes the initiative to practically baby proof the house. When she has to be left alone she is kept in her room, not even able to write because of the fear she would stab herself with the pen or pencil.

But that was not her plan, at least not the killing herself fault…

Her plan to get them thinking that she is wanting to die before the wedding and once the wedding comes and she shares a room with William that the threat of her death is gone.

After the honeymoon is when her actual plan is sent into motion. William is off on a mission with most of the others but Louis and she had formed a bit of a friendship with her brother in law, but not without her own motivation. When they were at the market, she snags a few flowers, daffodils, flowers that seem harmless but if ingested can cause nausea, vomiting, and can even knock someone unconscious.

In the evening the two having tea after dinner and Louis’ mistake is letting her brew the tea because then he didn’t notice is her slipping the flower within. Within the hour Louis is sick, and slipping into unconsciousness, hot able to stop her as she snags the keys off of him…

When the others return in the morning they find Louis unconscious on the drawing room floor and front door locked, just to catch them off guard. They search for her but to no avail, no one has seen her, not even Scotland Yard or the neighbors have spotted her.

She has disappeared.

William goes back to her books, looking for clues and then he finally pays attention to the epilogue, the detective’s name is an anagram.

By this, she is already sitting in the drawing room of 221B Baker Street, watching the detective finally piece together the clues she left within her books.

[user-needs-new-hyperfixation]

So my Yuumori fixation has definitely faded like...a lot. I'm still gonna try to finish Disrepute because it's so deep in already, and there's one WIP I want to finish for a friend, but otherwise I think I'm probably done writing for the series at least until/unless the second part of the manga kicks the fixation back into gear (which I hope it will). As such, here's a snippet of an Albert-centric thing that will likely never see the light of day. I'm just too fond of this particular bit of cheesy religious melodrama to not share it. 😂

(This would be set within a year or two of the fire, early Moriarthree days.)

*****

“William, could you help me solve this problem?”

The room goes entirely still, Will’s quiet humming and the scritch of Louis’ pencil falling silent at the same time.

Neither Albert nor Louis have ever, ever called their beloved brother William when the three of them are alone. Only ever outside, around other ears, where it is necessary. To Albert, he is Will. To Louis, he is Brother.

Albert feels all the blood drain from his face, his last trailing word tripping off his tongue.

He remembers with a sudden vivid horror the curl of William’s small body against the floorboards, the blood seeping from the corner of his mouth and the tears from the corners of his eyes.

And now art thou cursed from the earth, which hath opened her mouth to receive thy brother's blood from thy hand.

What god had they shared, who had taken William’s offerings of cruelty and refused Albert’s every childish attempt at kindness? Had Cain stood at the dawn of time and opened his red-stained hands and offered up the first murder? If it’s blood You want, here it is.

Albert stares at his white-knuckled hands in his lap, curling around the edges of his textbook.

“I'm sorry, Will, I—”

“It’s alright, Al, don’t worry about it. It is my name now. You know that any name you give me is one I am happy to carry.”

“I stole your name and forced an ill-fitting one upon you in its place.”

“A name is what you make of it. I don’t think myself particularly rosy, but I assure you I am no less myself for bearing another name.”

That makes Louis’ lips quirk up, and the tension in the room slips away like an outgoing tide.

Two days later Albert goes to the graves for the first time since the funeral. He stands at the foot of William’s grave – marked with another name – and studies the insipid epitaph, generic drivel about angels and children. Some part of him marvels at the grass growing in so well over the soil. Perhaps he’d imagined that nothing would take root there, that the ashes and bone of his first family would taint and strangle any living thing. He wipes his palms against that dewy grass and imagines that he leaves all the stains there.

It’s easier, from then on, to call a rose by another name.

[todaysdocument]

Treaty Between the United States and the Quapaw Indians Signed at St. Louis, August 24, 1818.

Record Group 11: General Records of the United States Government

Series: Indian Treaties

File Unit: Ratified Indian Treaty 96: Quapaw - St. Louis, August 24, 1818

Image description: Detailed map of the area of Arkansas River and Mississippi River, with boundaries of red and blue;  with an eagle on top left carrying olive branch in its beak; a Native American with a peace pipe on the left, presumably of the Quapaw tribe, pointing to the inscription:

Map of the Territorial Limits of the Quapaw cession

Compiled & Laid down by Rene Paul

August. 1818

Transcription:

[image: Detailed map of the area of Arkansas River and Mississippi River, with boundaries of red and blue;  with an eagle on top left carrying olive branch in its beak; a Native American with a peace pipe on the left, presumably of the Quapaw tribe, pointing to the inscription:

Map of the Territorial Limits of the Quapaw cession

Compiled & Laid down by Rene Paul

August. 1818]

A treaty of Friendship, Cession and Limits made and entered into this twenty fourth day of August Eighteen hundred & Eighteen, by and be-

tween  [between] William Clark and Auguste Chouteau, Commissioners on the part and behalf of the United States of the one part, and the Undersigned Chiefs,

and Warriors of the Quawpaw Tribe or Nation, on the part and behalf of this said Tribe or Nation of the other part. -

 Art: I: The Undersigned Chiefs and Warriors for themselves and their s'd [said] Tribe or Nation do hereby acknowledge themselves to be under the protection of the United States, and

of no other State, Power, or Sovereignty whatsoever.

 Art: II: The Undersigned chiefs and Warriors, for themselves and their said Tribe or Nation do hereby, for an in consideration of the promises and stipulations herein after named, Cede

and relinquish to the United States forever, all the Lands within the following boundaries, viz: Beginning at the mouth of the Arkansas River, thence extending up the Arkan-

saw  [Arkansaw] to the Canadian fork and up the Canadian fork [to its source, thence south to Big Red river and down] that river to the Big raft, Thence a direct line so as

to strike the Mississippi River, thirty Leagues in a straight line below the mouth of Arkansaw, together with all their claims to land East of the Mississippi, and north of the Ar-

kansaw river, included within the couloured lines, 1, 2, and 3 on the above map: - with the exception and reservation following: that is to say, the tract of country bounded as follows;

Beginning at a point on the Arkansaw river opposite the present post of Arkansaw, and running thence a due South West course to the Washita river, thence up that river to the

[in pencil, faint] mouth of the Saline [/] Saline fork, and up the Saline fork to a point from whence a due North East course would strike the Arkansaw river [insert] at the little rock [/] and thence down the right bank of the Arkan-

[in margin, circled] 2-9 [/] saw to the place of beginning, which S'd [said] tract of land, last above designated and reserved, shall be surveyed and marked off, at the Expense of the United States, as

any State or Nation, without the approbation of the United States, first had and obtained.

 Art III; It is agreed between the United States, and the said Tribe, or Nation, that the individuals of the S'd [said]Tribe or Nation shall be at liberty to hunt within the Territory by them

ceded to the United States, without hindrance or molestation so long as they demean themselves peacefully and offer no injury or annoyance to any of the citizens of the United

States, and until the S'd [said] United States may think proper to assign the Same, or any same or any portion thereof, as hunting grounds to other friendly indians.

 Art IV; No Citizen of the United States, or any other person shall be permitted to settle on any of the lands hereby allotted to and reserved for the S'd [said] Quawpaw Tribe, or Nation, to live and

hunt on; Yet, it is expressly understood and agreed on by and between the parties aforesaid, that at all times the citizens of the United States, shall have the right to travel

and pass freely without toll or exaction through the Quawpaw reservation, by such roads or routes as now are, or hereafter may be, established.

 Art V; In consideration of the cession and stipulations aforesaid the United States do hereby promise, and bind themselves to pay and deliver to the s'd [said] Quawpaw Tribe, or Nation, immediately

upon the execution of this Treaty, Goods and Merchandise to the value of Four Thousand Dollars, and to deliver, or cause to be delivered to them yearly, and every year, Goods and Mer-

chandise [merchandise] to the value of One Thousand Dollars to be estimated in the city, or place in the United States, where the same are procured, or purchased.

 Art VI; Least the friendship which now exists between the United States, and the Said Tribe, or Nation should be interrupted by the misconduct of individuals, it is hereby agreed, that

for injuries done by individuals, no private  revenge, or retaliation shall take place, but instead thereof, complaints shall be made by the party injured to the other. - By the Tribe, or

nation aforesaid, to the Governor, Superintendant of Indian Affairs, or some other person, authorized or appointed for that purpose, and by the Governor, Superintendent, or other person authorized

to the [crossed out] said [/] Chiefs of the S'd [said] Tribe, or Nation. And it shall be the duty of the Said Tribe or Nation, upon complaint being made as aforesaid, to deliver up the person or persons against whom the complaint is made, to the end that he or they may be punished agreeably to the Laws of the State or Territory where thee offence may have been committed; And in like manner, if any robbery,

violence, or murder, shall be committed on any indian, or Indians belonging to the Said Tribe, or Nation, the person, or persons so offending shall be tried, and if found guilty,

punished in like manner as if the injury had been done to a white man._ And it is further agreed that the chiefs of the said Tribe or Nation shall to the utmost of their power

exert themselves to recover horses or other property which may be Stolen from any citizen or citizens of the United States, by any individual or individuals of the Said Tribe, or

Nation, and the property  so recovered shall be forthwith delivered to the Governor, Superintendent, or other person authorized to receive the same, that it may be restored

to the proper owner. And in cases where the exertions of the Chiefs shall be ineffectual in recovering the property stolen, as aforesaid, if sufficient proof can be obtain-

ed [obtained], that such property was actually stolen by an indian, or indians belonging to the Said Tribe, or Nation, a sum equal to the value of the property which has been stolen, may

be deducted by the United States from the Annuity of S'd [said] Tribe or Nation. And the United States hereby guarantee to the individuals of the Said Tribe, or Nation

a full indemnification for any horse, or horses, or other property which may be taken from [insert] them [/] by any of their citizens; Provided, the property so stolen cannot be recovered, and

that sufficient proof is produced that it may actually stolen by a citizen or citizens of the United States.

 Art VII; This Treaty shall take effect and be obligatory on the contracting parties, as soon as the same shall have been ratified by the President of the United States,

by and with the advice and consent of the Senate.

[left column]

Done at St Louis in the presence of

[signed] R. Wash   Secretary to the Commission

[signed] R. Paul  Col. M. M.

    C. I.

[signed] Jn Ruland  Sub Agent & c

[signed] R Graham Ind Agt

[signed] M  Lewis Clark

[signed] J. T. Honore   Ind Intpr

[signed] Joseph Bonne   Interpreter

[signed] Julius Pescay

[signed] Stephen Julian, U.S. indn interpt.

[signed] James Loper

[signed] William P Clark

[middle column]

[signed] Wm Clark

[signed] Aug. Chouteau [seal]

Kra-ka-ton, or  }

the dry man  }  his + mark [seal]

Hra-da-paa, or   }

the Eagles Bill }  his + mark [seal]

Ma-hra-ka,          }

or Buck Wheat   }  his + mark [seal]

Hon-ka-daq-ni   his + mark [seal]

Wa-gon-ka-datton   his + mark [seal]

Hra-das-ka-mon-mini, }

or the Pipe Bird              }  his + mark [seal]

Pa  tonq  di, or the         }

approaching Summer  }  his + mark [seal]

Te hon ka, or the   }

 Tame Buffaloe   }  his + mark [seal]

[right column]

Ha-mon-mini              }

or the night walker   }  his + mark [seal]

Washing-tete-ton       }

or mocking bird bill  }  his + mark [seal]

Hon-te-ka-ni   his + mark [seal]

Ta-ta-on-sa  or          }

the whistling wind  }  his + mark [seal]

Mozate te   }  his + mark [seal]

[karereiko]

Lianne Holmes’ story.

After like 3 years of drawing break I was kinda pushed by myself to draw something for sherliam because of “party” surrounding twitter post about “Lianne Holmes” (it was very funny) and it gave me idea for this short comic.

Mycroft really cares for Sherlock safety and helps their relationship as much as he can, but Sherliam still needs to be quite careful since law and social problems with male-male relationship in those times. No one want for them both to need run away from the country as criminals again.

And 5th page idea came to me a little later. Now I have a headcannon that Albert and Louis knows everything about those 3 years of William and Sherlock live in America because of Billy. They just gave him fruits, sat down and Billy just tells everyone how much Ponytail-senpai and Will love each other and what they did.

I did it mostly with my pencil as I’m very unsure about drawing digitally again after so long break and for sure it would took me a lot more time than with traditional art. I didn’t want this silly thing to take me like forever to do :D. It was fun to do, I only wish the end game after scanning was looking as good as original on the paper. I feel like it lost a lot of charm after I scanned it and pencil text panels looked awful so I re-added them digitally in the end.

Sherlock hair and face was a nightmare to draw. I can’t translate him in my brain to draw him down. I will need to redraw some manga panels with him in order to study, maybe in next short stories I have in my mind he will look better. It will probably take a moment to draw those other comic ideas since for now I wanna write some fanfiction idea I got for Sherliam week first. My felted figure of Sherlock doesn’t even have head finished yet and I wanna finish editing manga panels for amvs and start to make one. At least there is still progress in everything so I will finish those projects all soon or later. 

I hope text is fine too, English is not my first language and I’m always anxious about stuff like that. If there are some mistakes, I’m sorry.

[anonymoushouseplantfan]

Homewards has little to offer in terms of its own unique initiatives nor in William being hands on as the DoE or KC3 was to drive those initiatives to the influence they enjoy today.

I disagree with this, I think William is very hands on with his projects, see how the Earthshot people speak about him for example, and I think this played a role in the somewhat late start of his legacy projects.

But can you explain why you have that opinion about Homewards, that it'll be very big ?

I think he has to work with the existing charities. He can’t displace them or ignore them. I Donny see the existing charities being a bad thing.

They intend for it to be big. It’s his showcase project and it honors his mother’s legacy. The aim is to have something significant.

And I would not be surprised if Homewards and First Years were both penciled in as projects for Louis and Charlotte, one for each kid.

[most-hated-blorbo-bracket]

Update on how many unique characters you’ve received?

As usual, super long list, so here we go!

These characters have two+ (2+) submissions, and are likely to be included.

Vriska Serkat

Eridan Ampora

Shiver

Kokichi Ouma

Haiji Towa

Minoru Mineta

Simon

Boston

Bill Cipher

John Gaius

Regal Farseer

Ayin

Kylo Ren

Mal

Jurgen Leitner

Merlin

Darkstalker

Kyubey 

Ty Betteridge

Sasuke Uchiha

Dazai Osamu

Glenn Quagmire

Rose Quartz

Makima

c!Dream

Izzy Hands

Akio Ohtori

Katsuki Bakugo

Bramblestar

Michael

Don Quixote Doflamingo

Elias Bouchard/Jonah Magnus

Ansem the Wise

Kusaka Masato

Azula 

The Metatron

Evan Hansen

Stella Goetia

Pierce Hawthorne

Le’garde

Lance Dubois

Santa Claus

Meenah Peixes / Her Imperious Condescension 

Greg Heffley

Tony Stark

Donald Trump

Jace Herondale / Wayland / Lightwood / Morgenstern

Teddy / Kuma

Mr. Bungee

Julia Mazzone

Sentinel Prime

William Afton

Cullen Rutherford

Shou Tucker

Junko Enoshima

Ardyn Izunia

Sosuke Aizen

Happosai 

Simon Laurent

Caillou 

Ōchi Fukuchi

Jin Guanyao

Micah Bell

Cici

These characters have been submitted only once, and have a lower chance of being accepted.

Michael Scott

Detective Saracusa

Paul Von Oberstein

JJ

Box

Damian Wayne

Cersei Iannister

Shredder

Splinter

John ‘Jack’ Seward

Akane 

Abyss Sibling

House

Nickel

Julie-Sue

Tim Drake

Xisuma

Dr. John ‘Jack’ Seward

Hisoka 

Gra’ha Tia

Elias Ainsworth

Trishna 

Erlina and Brugaves

Five Pebbles

The Entirety Of Homestuck

Willy Stampler

Miguel O’Hara

Medusa Gorgon

Gamzee Makara

Rohan Kishibe

Teruhashi Makoto

Gordon Blackwall

Rebecca Costwolds

Dio 

Anakin Skywalker

Sigma Kilm

Caesar Clown

Shiki Tohno/Nanaya

Mori Ougai

Asuka 

Marlon

Pencil

Touichiro Suzuki

Alexander Hamilton

Georg Weissmann 

Dean Winchester

The Operator

Kromer

Scrappy Doo

Foreman Oyun

The Eleventh Doctor

Any Character From Welcome to Nightvale

Will Shuester

Marie

Silver Spoon

Jayne Cobb

Byakuya Togami

Prince Louis 

Coco

Princess Daisy

Light Yagami

The Pale King

Yoshiharu Hisomu

Himiko Toga

Sebastian Mechaelias

Mystery Hunter (Jeremiah Hartley)

Muzan Kibutsuji

Clara Oswald

Ranpo Edogawa (Beast)

Heath cliff

Inspector Tobias Greyson

Roland

Huey Emmerich

Tom Wambsgans

Yuri Briar

Jacopo Bearzatti

Quiche

Alastor

Meredith Rodney McKay

Every Single Country In 1993

Cicero

Val Velocity

Jiren 

Noor Pradesh

Blackbeard 

Kristoph Gavin

Morris 

Dan Moroboshi

Muu Kusunoki

Julia

Shen Jiu

April O’Neil (2012)

Johnny

Adam

Ronaldo

Makoto Itou

Ianthe Tridentarius

Disembodied Voice

Viren

Spamton

George Wickham

Floch

The New Ninja

Sakazuki Akainu 

Petyr Baelish / Littlefinger

Childe 

Wen Chao

Stormcaller

Chibiusa

Ashfur 

Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd 

James T. Kirk

Billy

Mikan Tsumuki

Teruteru

Orochi

Millions Knives

The Mage

Lotor

Otto Apocalypse 

Sanji

Woodes Rogers

Zeke Jaeger

Dean Venture

Absalom 

Aloise Trancey

Cynte

Akito Sohma

Pierre

Monokubs (Except Monodam)

Edelgard 

Chrollo Lucifer

Chloe Bourgeois 

Zhou Zishu

Wanderer/Scaramouche 

Elon Musk

Il Dottore

Goeffry St. John

Nikola Tesla

Louie

Ogai Mori

Astarion 

Mary Keay

Dr. Henry Miller

Booker

Voice In The Calm Ad On Spotify

Akechi Goro

Victor Frankenstein

Five

Riley Finn

Anyone From The Locked Tomb

Elias Ainsworth

Nefera DeNile

Angel Dust

Blitzo Buckzo

The Once-Ler

Moash

Zenos Galvus

Marvin Falsettos

Solf J. Kimblee 

Father / Dwarf In The Glass

Henry the Eighth 

Aranea Serkat

Bro-Strider

Caliborn / Lord English

Feferi Peixes

Skizzleman

Black Pete

Narumi 

Cozy Glow

Holly Blue Agate

Every Genshin Impact Character Ever

Drew

Dio (Zero Escape)

Matou Shinji

Chris McClain

Thistleclaw 

Rumpelstiltskin

Ruruka Ando

Sheldon Cooper

Buck Cluck

Valens Van Varro

Verstael Besithia

Kevin

France (Hetalia)

Tumblr Staff

Slayer 

Volgin 

Yumichika Ayasegawa

Roshi 

Chibiusa

Akio Himemiya

Ali Lectric

Rafe Cameron

Raven Queen

Duke

Sandy

Everyone In Romeo And Juliet

Bella Swan

Haiji Senri

Tsumugi Aoba

Vivienne Medranno’s Impsona

Buzz McCallister 

Eugene Coli

Live Action Buggy

Aizen Sosuke

Kyouichi Saionji

Ibara Saegusa

Yu Ziyuan

Mahiru Koizumi

The Little Palace Mistress

Eichi Tenshouin

The Old Palace Master

Rafal 

Jonah Magnus

Queen Scarlet

Nanami Kiryuu 

Hiyoko Saionji

God

Roger

Judo

Ken

Steven Universe

JD

[valentinesdaydate98]

Sunshine Boy II

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Fandom: Moriarty the Patriot

Pairing: William James Moriarty x Reader, (slight) Louis James Moriarty x Reader

“What do you want to be when you grow up, Elizabeth?”

“Me? Oh, I don’t know if I can get a profession, William.” Elizabeth said as she focused back on her drawing. It was a chilly evening, and both were in Elizabeth’s room as they returned from their classes. The homework they received from their last class is a breeze, yet crucial. They have to answer that question and report their answer to their teacher. A simple question, yet Elizabeth didn’t have hope for her future.

“Why is that?” William asked.

Elizabeth ignored his question and continued her drawing.

“Is it because you don’t have a clue what you want to study?” William asked, although he noticed the pencil Elizabeth was drawing with was louder. He figured out what the issue was. “Or are you still anxious about what the future may hold?” The pencil snapped.

Elizabeth mockingly chuckled. “What’s the point of asking me questions if you know the answer?”

“It’s best to ask someone either way,” William said as he shrugged his shoulders. “So, you’re afraid of the future?”

“It’s not only that. I mean, what professional field can I study? I’m nowhere near as intelligent as you or your brothers,” Elizabeth said as she turned her chair around to face him.

“You are already intelligent, Elizabeth. Quite talented as well.” He added as he pointed towards the drawing of sunflowers. “You add so much detail and beautiful shading.”

She squealed as she attempted to explain how the drawing was a present for him and Louis, but ended up spewing nonsense.

“I’m flattered by your drawing, and I’m certain Louis will be, too.” William chuckled softly. “No worries, Elizabeth. We can all teach you everything you need to become a successful individual. We will continue our reading and writing lessons until you’re at a proficient level. Albert can train you to fight, if you like. Louis can help you with the housework. We’re here to support you, Elizabeth. Always.” He declared this as he held her hand, squeezing it gently with a warm smile.

“That’s comforting to hear, William. Thank you. Wait, Louis likes me?” Elizabeth asked in shock.

“Of course he does. Why do you believe he doesn’t?” William asked as his eyes widened by her question.

“Well, Louis has been quiet around me. Granted, he’s always been quiet and reserved. However, when I’m around him, he’s almost silent. I didn’t say anything wrong, did I?”

“No need to worry, Elizabeth. He likes you just as much as I do, maybe more,” William said with a wink.

“More than you do? What do you mean by that?” Elizabeth asked. Unfortunately, Albert knocked on the door to announce that dinner was ready. “We can discuss this matter later. Right now, I’m starving.” Elizabeth said as she gently dragged William down to the dinner table. Before they sat at the table, William pulled her into a hug. In a tight and close embrace, Elizabeth heard his quiet heartbeat and felt his warm skin.

“Thank you, Elizabeth.”

“You are an idiot, William,” Elizabeth said as she held on to her love with all her might. If she wasn’t careful, the sun would rise, but with grim, dull lights.

“Liam, take my hand. Everything will be alright. You’ll find another way to repent your sins, and we will do it together,” Sherlock said with much anticipation.

Elizabeth can only pray William takes his friend’s hand. Unfortunately, her prayers went unanswered. Despite the hopeful look in William’s eyes, he only stared at his friends as their pleadings increased.

“Forgive me, my dear, but this needs to be done,” William said as he took his hidden sword from his coat and slashed Elizabeth‘s arm. A loud hiss from her lips made William drown in guilt. He hurt her. A promise he has kept to himself since childhood. His hands were now the deepest shade of scarlet red. Despite the sharp pain, she never loosened her grip on him. The cut can heal, even if it develops into a scar — anything to prevent the death of her precious sunshine boy.

“I admire your strength, Elizabeth, but I’m not worthy of your tears. I must repent for my sins, dear. Please, promise me one thing, Elizabeth. Find happiness with someone else,” William said as he graced her with his smile.

“What the devil are you talking about, William?” She asked as she took everything to not tear up.

William chuckled. He knew; he always knew. She loved him, and he loved her. Despite reciprocating her feelings, it wasn’t the right thing to do. His plan for starting a revolution always ends with him dying. He can’t give her the life she deserves. They wasn’t meant to be. He would never provide for them, as he would burden them both with his title as the Lord of Crime. A plague on the Moriarty family.

“Promise me you will grow old with someone who will love you. For your gentle heart, for your intelligence and your love of learning, and for your empathy. Do whatever brings you the most joy. Have a beautiful wedding, surrounded by your loved ones. Have as many beautiful and adorable children as you want. Go to university like you always wanted. Become a successful woman. Away from the simple, everyday household chores, and welcome exciting opportunities. Whatever you want, you deserve happiness, my dear. You are an angel, Elizabeth, and I am forever grateful. Goodbye.” William said his farewell with a bright smile before letting go of Elizabeth’s hand.

In a panic, she leans forward to grab his arm with both of Elizabeth’s hands. Her worries faded away as she felt Sherlock’s arms wrapped around Elizabeth’s waist, making them stay in place. Despite their differences, Sherlock and Elizabeth share a mutual respect for one another. For Elizabeth, it was his intelligence and humorous wits. For Sherlock, it was her kindness and hard-working attitude. Mere differences settled aside to save William. This is their last chance.

“Don’t say such words, William. Do you think I will be happy with some other gentleman? You make me laugh,” Elizabeth said mockingly as her tears dripped down his face, surprising William as he faced a new side of Elizabeth. “You are foolish if you believe I will be happy with another man. My heart skips only for you. William, you have blessed me with your mere existence, and you’re just going to throw away everything we’ve been through? William, you will never be alone here—your brothers, your little organization, and me. We’re all guilty. We all have blood on our hands. If you feel guilty, then please live. Live, and we can repent. I will be by your side, no matter what happens. Please live; I can’t hold on much longer,” Elizabeth begged as her cheeks stained a fiery red blush and her tears dripped down and hit Williams’s face and hair. Time was running out.

Her words blessed William’s heart. However, it won’t be fair to her. Even if William is safe, the awful guilt of his crimes will haunt him and Elizabeth. If he wanted to caress her soft cheeks, he’d stain them with his victim’s blood, no matter how many times he washed his hands. He ruined her innocence and her purity. His guilt would worsen as he witnessed Elizabeth’s blood staining her dress at an alarming time. Her tears, her blood, and the frightened expression on her face. It was all too much for him.

“I’m sorry, Elizabeth.” The sound of a large bell ringing blurred his soft whisper. And he slipped away.

As she watched William fall from the bridge, her heart stung. She failed him; she failed William. She couldn’t do anything but watch him fall into what her clouded mind saw—the fiery pits of hell. Adding insult to injury, William smiled back at her and his dear friend, Sherlock.

“William,” Elizabeth whimpered.

“As if that would stop me!” Sherlock said this before jumping off the bridge to catch William. The sight of Sherlock falling left Elizabeth breathless. How can a man have the courage to jump after William despite the fatal end of their fall? How did he jump without any hesitation? Was she not good enough for him?

As they both fell, she felt her soul ripped off of her body. The cold shivered as the sun rose, and the bile built up in her throat. She cried for Sherlock; she sobbed for William until she screamed William’s name. Her scream penetrated the ears of millions and echoed across the country. Rumors spread that the Queen heard Elizabeth’s scream as well. The Lord of Crime is gone; her sunshine boy is dead.

Time skip

If William broke his promise, then Elizabeth was a hypocrite for calling him out. It’s been three years since the disappearance of William and Sherlock. It’s safe to assume they both perished and their bodies were lost. Or perhaps they ran away. Elizabeth wasn’t sure which one was worse. In the years since their disappearance, vast changes have occurred for everyone, especially Elizabeth. The most important thing was her relationship with another man. She tried to find someone else, but every date she attended felt sour. However, being pressured by society to get married made her conflicted. On the one hand, she doesn’t want society to pressure her into an arranged marriage. On the other hand, she’s already the victim of harassment thanks to her affiliation with the Lord of Crime, despite the court finding her innocent. She supposes that finding a husband will inspire the public to leave her alone. Or maybe that’s her naivety shining through. Either way, she wants to settle down and have a simple life again. She needs something to take her mind off of William once and for all.

Some say that people can hear Elizabeth’s shouts and cries on every anniversary of William’s passing all across the country. As if her tortured and lonesome soul haunted the people the night of his death, still looking for William.

However, tonight was the night Elizabeth would break the hidden promise she made that night. As she put on her make-up, she heard a light knock on her bedroom door.

“The door is open, Louis.” She said this as she fixed her nightgown and make-up and waited for Louis to enter her bedroom.

[eric-the-bmo]

Behold, the Neighborhood Watch cast list! Taken directly from my notes document, accurate as of writing this (s2ep4):

Main Cast

Song O’Sullivan [she/they]: We got a witch! Was sent to the town by their mafia father in order to keep them safe, and had a ritual go wrong three years ago. Has a pet snake and never explains what her job is. 6'3. Lives in 1317.

Markus Jones [they/he/she]: (Bugs, bugs, and more bugs.) A very strange person from Romania with an obsession with bugs and no living family to speak of. Will not hesitate to threaten or even stab others. 5’4 and lives in 1313.

Louis Bon Fontaine [he/him]: The Crooked with a protection amulet, a deal with the devil, and a vampire who’s coming after him. 6’1, looks old enough to be someone’s dad, late 30’s-early 40s. Lives in 1303.

John Doe [he/him]: A monster confined to a human form three years ago, trying to keep his nature and hunger for human flesh a secret as he attempts to make friends and be loved. So far he hasn’t been doing too well in both aspects lmao. 6’10. Lives in 1311.

Neighbors

Shelby Waters: John’s roommate. A go-with-the-flow Twitch streamer who’s a total skeptic of all things supernatural.

Philip Moore: A divorced father trying his best to take care of his daughter. Louis’s neighbor. Revealed to be an alcoholic in s1ep5, though he’s been working on recovering.

Jenny Moore: Philip’s daughter. She’s a brat.

Bob Patterson: He and his wife are residents of 1315, and are collectively awful. Owes Markus a favor since they helped his wife, and in s2ep4 it was discovered he’s a monster hunter.

Karen Patterson: Bob’s wife. She has way too many cats, and in s1 was infected by a strange plant. Leader of the HOA, or is at least part of it.

Emmett: Song’s neighbor. Revealed to have uploaded his brain to AI in s1ep3, and was the one who constructed the Dome. Had been researching the Hunter cryptids, and provides us with information.

Arjun Sampath: Fatima’s husband, he’s a brilliant engineer who used to do government work and created Amira. The Sampath family lives in 1319.

Fatima Sampath: Arjun’s wife. She and Arjun had always wanted a child but were unable to, for several unspecified reasons. She made us fruit baskets when we all first moved in.

Amira Sampath: Arjun and Fatima’s daughter. Is on her cell phone a lot. Recognized Shelby and is a fan of her. Was taking archery lessons with Song before it was discovered in s2 she was a robot and lost her memories of the show’s events.

Kenneth Feinstetter: A loud and boisterous conspiracy theorist who claims to know the truth about this town. Revealed to be a prophet in s2ep4. Specifically, physical touch allows him to view memories; he can’t seem to be able to choose what he sees.

William Kreiger: A horribly socially awkward man with a pencil stache and many rats. Knows about Markus’s bug ability, and is implied to have the same talents but with rats.

Bonnie McMurry: John and Shelby’s new neighbor. A sweet old lady who had a son that passed away a few years ago. Loud music came from her basement at night until she decided to have a yard sale.

Heath Clark: An outspoken trans man who enjoys camping and the outdoors. Married to Sammy.

Sammy Clark: He’s totally the Sasquatch. Claims to be Blessed by Nature and can control birds, a little bit- has the same ability as Markus and William.

Lucretius [Lestat]: An incredibly pretty and charming individual who’s actually a vampire- and Louis’s ex. He moved here just to make Louis’ life worse, and is trying to get with Song because of this. Recently changing houses due to a bug infestation.

Townspeople

Walter Havershaft: The cheerful mailman of Greenville. Introduced in the season one finale.

Kathy Green: The florist. She and Walter like each other.

Jack: The local handyman/everyman of town. Runs a store called “Jack of All Trades.”

Laura Brown: The librarian. Likes to read romance novels.

Joseph Miller: The park ranger.

Vincent “Vinnie” Carbone: Runs the pizza shop.

Harold Wells: A bag boy at the grocery store. A “well, Actually-” kind of guy and carries around an anime body pillow (tf?)

Sunny: The ice cream stand man. Does he know they grant wishes..?

Dr. Amis Sutherland: The doctor of the family clinic, as there is no hospital in Greenville. Said to be a miracle worker.

Tawny Evergreen: An older woman with a flower crown and crochet top. She runs the local coffee shop/ cat cafe, Grounded in Nature.

Jewel Green: An employee of the coffee shop. Doesn't care for her job, has many piercings, and is legally not allowed to spell the customer’s names correctly. Granddaughter of the Crestfallens.

The Crestfallens: An elderly couple who runs the Circle general store [which is totally supernatural]. Very joyful, despite their last name.

Clara: An intern for the botanical parade, and also John’s coworker. Seems to have a crush on him, and has lived in Greenville her whole life.

Minister Jebediah Ford: The Minister of the church in town. A nice and well-dressed older man; he has a garden.

Bob Jr.: The Sheriff of Greenville and the Pattersons’ son.

Jason Chen: A cop.

[stomach-rental]

Words don't come as easily when things are face to face. Well, at least at the same size...when you can hold someone's whole life in your hand, something seems to compel deep thoughts and feelings from within, and you want to open yourself bare to one another. It's a different world, a different point of view. It's beautiful.

Louis and Will both belong to @peachnewt and her series, Getting in Deep!

[anushkab2711]

Ahh ~ William's blood red eyes they are shining.

Currently watching Moriarity the Patriot and Damn , I like Sherliam dynamic .

[yoshi-geekdom]

Snow Day

Chapter Three

"Do you see that hill in the distance? The wooded one?" asked William. "What's say we have a race to see who can get to the other side first?"

Both Louis and Albert were on board with the idea; as soon as they had at least some proper shoes on, that is!

None of the three Moriartys were quite sure what was coming over them, but they were all certainly enjoying the sudden surge of euphoria the snow had seemingly brought with it.

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I sincerely apologize for how this part took! 🙇

But who knew working with new angles and new tools had such a learning curve?

I got a couple of sand erasers, so now I can give highlighting to their hair (and also erase ink when I screw up! XP) and I used a chalk pen instead of a colored pencil for all the snow.

Despite this, I really don't like how Albert turned out, which is why he's mostly cropped out here. That said, I didn't wanna crop him out completely either. See, the idea is that all three would be in each illustration together, since they are brothers, each representing one-third of the nefarious Lord of Crime.

Together, all three are James Moriarty! c:

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Also, I realize this story is a little off with the northern hemisphere entering spring and the southern hemisphere approaching autumn, but you know what? That's okay!

[fancyfeathers]

have you watched queen's gambit? if you have, imagine beth harmon! darling as william's student. she is decimating every man in the chess club one day, and the whole department, even university is there to witness or join the challenge. william who happened to "stop by" casually offers to play. the game becomes actually longer and more intense. darling's confident and hungry posture falls as her objective goes from decimating her opponent to literally surviving. when he finally wins, she is humiliated badly(at least thats how she feels, william made sure no boy there insulted her intelligence at all lol) it's fun. i can see her becoming obsessed with taking him down and he is all "miss (name) can we focus on the lesson right now?"

Omg I love this idea especially because my mother insisted I play chess when I was in kindergarten all the way to my senior year and I met a girl when playing at a city championship who just reminded me of her and I played against her and she just destroyed me and then afterwards we exchanged phone numbers and we have been best friends since. Anywho that’s enough of me rambling lol.

But anywho I couldn’t play chess for the life of me anymore

I imagine that William would hear about her when his students were talking in class. When he catches them he asks what they are talking about that is so much more important than his lesson and the boys explain that one of them who is in the chess club had just gotten miserably beat by one of the only women at the university, he was planning on challenging her again after today’s classes. Then the next day comes and William asks his student how his match went, and he gotten beat even worse than before. Then the next day William hears his entire class talking about how she beat every single boy in the club and the professor who runs it. Then he hears how everyone around the university is attempting to beat her but no one has succeeded. So one day after class, William decides to see the rumored lady in action. The chess club has never been more active, people practically pouring out the door to watch. William squeezes his way pass everyone to watch and he recognizes her from passing in the hall…

“Miss (Name), she is one of my philosophy students, taking a minor in linguistic studies as well.”

Another one of the university professors had snuck up behind him, one of philosophy professors and the chaperone of the chess club.

“I think she is in my advanced number theory class next semester-“

“W-What how?!”

William is cut off my her competitor, staring down at the board in pure shock, he had just lost but it had only been a few mere minutes. William watched as she stood up and reached out to shake her opponent’s hand but he merely stood up and walked off in a fit. She just watches him leave and doesn’t notice the footsteps approaching her and she turns her head to see the scarlet eyed professor extending his hand to her.

“Professor William James Moriarty, I teach mathematics, care for a match?”

The two sit down at the table and the game begins. To say it was a long match was and understatement, dragging on hours since there are no use of clocks in the club and it is reaching night hours when Louis gets worried about his brother and shows up to the university to see the two of them playing and she is tugging at her hair in frustration as she stares down at the board. Only a few students and professors are left watching. Then she finally makes her move, and as she is grabbing her pencil to make note of it she hears William move a piece on the board and-

“Checkmate.”

She stares down at the board in pure shock, she actually lost. She stands up and shakes his hand silently before walking off herself with her few friends from the chess club trying to make her feel better about her loss.

William goes home with Louis who immediately asks why her was still here. But all William can think about is the intelligence of this young women. Then the first semester ends and winter break comes and goes and everyone returns to campus and she begins in William’s class but before he has the chance to speak to her at the end of class she runs off, presumably to the chess club. So after finishing a bit of filing William goes as well and sees her sitting playing a game with another one of the students and having a conversation.

“I don’t know why loosing to Professor Moriarty is bothering you so much, you literally won the Nationals over winter break in London, why don’t you focus on that victory-“

“Because I won those matches and I lost miserably to Professor Moriarty, it doesn’t make sense.”

“What doesn’t make sense is the fact that you are still here, you could literally be playing against some of the best in the world if you wanted but instead you are still here of all places, why?”

“Because I want to beat him.”

He begins watching her more closely after overhearing that. He picks up on her little habits, how she shows up thirty seconds before his class starts, she packs up her things forty seconds before the bell and when class is dismissed she is always the first one out the door. As semester moves on he also notices how distracted she is getting, staring off at the ceiling and not writing anything down, the lack of work on her assignments and how she is seemingly growing more and more distant to everything, and her grade in his class is suffering because of it.

“Miss (Name), please stay after class.”

He says mere seconds before the bell rings and she is about to stand up to leave and all of her class mates stare at her as she approaches his desk instead. He scolds her for her behavior in class, telling her that he knows she is intelligent and…

Her eyes were still staring off else where…

“Can I see your bag please?”

She hesitantly hands her bag off to him and he opens it and looks through it and pulls out a bottle of pills.

“I will be talking to administration about this, you will be most likely removed from the chess club and potentially expelled.”

“…I understand.”

The next day she is sitting in her dorm room, she had not gone to class that day when a secretary from administration came knocking at her door to escort her to the main office. She is taken to the headmaster’s office where William is sitting there as well. She is also reprimanded for her behavior in her mathematics class and use of such substances and she will be removed from the chess club…

“…you would be expelled but Professor Moriarty has offered you an alternative. You will be staying at the Moriarty estate and be under his care where he will monitor your credit recover and lessons at his home since the use of such substances calls for your removal from campus.”

“…I understand.”

Her things are packed up from the dorm and she is moved into the Moriarty estate and is silent for her first few days there until he calls her downstairs to his study and there is a chess board set up on his desk.

“You have a very interesting mind, I will be honest when I say I had my own motivations in letting you stay here. I wish to understand how your mind works, so would you like to play a game?”

[jecroisenmoi-art]

quick sketch of sherly