#moriarty brothers my beloved

[spacemandoodles]

EXAMS ARE OVER AND NOW I GET TO DRAW WOOOHOOO (I’m lying, I have one more exam but I’m living in denial)

[theweepingangelofcas]

Spa Day - The Moriarty Brothers

Soooooo funny story, I now work 50 hours a week as both a baker and at a spa so my schedule is PACKED. But I really missed writing. So here I am. Summary: The boys do their best to give you a well deserved spa day (I deserve one too but I don't have time to get one, so let's write about it!)

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William Moriarty

He probably had to do the least research for it. Though I doubt he goes to spas himself, I imagine he understands the practices pretty well himself. After all, he's read a lot of books. At least one of them has to be on self care, right?

He is a homey type of person at heart. Though visiting new places and meeting new people is just part of the noble lifestyle, he prefers to just stay home and relax.

So, on his day off, you decided to pamper him with a little spa day.

"William?" You called. He had just woken up from a nap a few minutes ago, and you knew he had to be around the kitchen for tea, "Where are you, love?" "'I'm over here, dear." His voice was serene and calm, just how you wanted it to be. The tray in your hands rattled with the glass bottles and oils, giving away your plans. He looked up from his piping kettle of tea, cocking an eyebrow at the elixirs and concoctions in your hands, "What's this?" Your face lit up, "You're getting a facial! You deserve to relax more, Will." He stepped up, observing one of the creams on the tray, "I've never had one before. But, I do trust in your hands." He kissed your forehead, once, twice, three times. His favorite way to kiss you. Soon enough, he was laying on the living room's couch. The lights were dim, only a few candles around you two. Lavender and rosebuds could be smelt throughout the room. With each potion of beauty you layered on his skin, his love for you grew. "Are you having fun, Will?" Your elated voice, sweet like candy floss, was music to his ears. His smile could only grow, "Always, love. Always."

Louis Moriarty

Let's face it, has this man ever known a day of rest? He'd rather die.

In fact, as much as he appreciates that you booked a couples massage for you both, he's a little annoyed that he won't have a head start on dinner that night because of it.

The spa was beautiful, to say the least. Flower vines clung to pillars near the entrance, so that the spa smelled of jasmine and peonies. The staff were attentive, offering you both wine before settling you into the private room. Louis, despite his confident demeanor, was adorably shy while getting undressed. He flushed at the idea. But something about you excitedly hopping onto the massage table eased his nerves. He watched as you got comfy under the thin, lilac colored sheet, breathing in the scent of flowers around you. His heart calmed, releasing a breath he didn't even know he had been holding. Maybe this would be a lovely day after all. He loved it. The firm but targeted massage eased his sore back in a way he hadn't known possible. Plus, seeing you happy and content? That was worth everything to him. You weren't surprised when he shyly asked to go back there again for his birthday.

Albert Moriarty

I'm convinced this man has like, a monthly pampering day or something.

Y'know, some wine, a facial, a massage, maybe a nice dinner. A real 'treat yourself' kind of day.

Of course, once you become his darling beloved, he takes you along with him.

At the end of the month, every month, you two have a day out. It's not an average day out, though. It's a day full of relaxation, pampering, and overall, not stressing about absolutely anything. You'd been surprised at first, when he told you about his monthly happiness sesh. But it made sense the more you thought about it. He was a busy man. He deserved to unwind from time to time. A couples facial, couples massage, and then you'd get a manicure and pedicure. Only the best for his dear y/n. Sometimes, when it's been a particularly stressful month, he takes you to a lovely dinner, or even a walk through the nature park you love so much. No matter what you two do together, it can be guaranteed that it'll be the best day you have that month.

[pillow-anime-talk]

reaction to his s/o’s death.

request: hi! how would moriarty the patriot characters react to his girlfriends death? sorry my english is bad becaues it’s not my language. if you don’t want to do it, dont do. have a nice day/evening😁

# tags: headcanons; current relationships; romance; drama; angst; death and blood mention; pregnancy and cancer mention too; suggestive

includes: female reader ft. sherlock holmes, jack renfield, james bond, fred porlock, george lestrade {mtp}

author’s note: hiii, thank you so much!

— SHERLOCK

↘ Your death was sudden. Sherlock was not prepared for it at all. He wanted to spend time with you that day at your favorite cafe on the corner of one of London’s streets. He wanted to eat apple pie with you, drink some coffee or tea with honey, and at the end take a walk along the park, talking about plans for the coming weeks.

↘ Your smiling face and eyes full of love, which shone even more at the sight of sweets, were muffled after a short while by the screams of the barista and customers, as well as gunshots, probably the most ordinary pistol. This day was going to be great, but it ended with a shooting by a madman.

↘ The sight of your body covered in blood and your blurred eyes was something indescribable to the man. After everything, the only question left was: Why didn’t he take you somewhere else? The feeling of guilt overwhelmed Sherlock Holmes like nothing else.

— JACK

↘ Just a few hours earlier, you were teasing each other about what to have for dinner, and a little after five in the evening, when you and your dog went for a short walk around the tenements, Jack heard many screams. He quickly put the newspaper he was reading on the table next to his cup of coffee, and then went to the huge window to see what had happened.

↘ The man could only see the galloping horse, the driver shouting incomprehensible words to God, your dog – Sharon – curled up under… you lying in a pool of blood, dirt and mud.

↘ That was when Jack cried for the first time in ten years, since your wedding.

— JAMES

↘ Together with James and William, you went to fulfill a mission; it was a simple task. Talk to the suspect, make a deal, possibly admit guilt and consider the punishment for the sins that the person was supposed to have committed.

↘ At first, everything was going well. Harold Stein, a German who came to London five years ago, was a human trafficker, who he brought from Germany. Pimping was a huge crime, so the three of you decided that there was no other punishment for the man than to hand him over to the police. And it was probably these words caused him to become so furious and disapproving. In an instant, the flash of a knife was within your sight. You quickly jumped away from the criminal, and then, with the will to fight, you wanted to stop him by saying that nothing would improve his situation.

↘ Your good spirit and aversion to aggression caused the knife to move towards you in an instant, and the next thing you felt was cold in your hands and toes. Looking down at the knife stuck straight into your chest, you just laughed. Flying bullets, fights, and poison had never defeated you… it was just a knife. Seeing this, James went into a rage, and even the calm and powerful William couldn’t stop him.

— FRED

↘ Fred understood the concept of death, he had dealt with it for a very long time, especially working for the Moriarty brothers.

↘ However, he never understood and never would understand the concept of the death of someone close to him, beloved, so precious. You were so young, so beautiful and had your whole life ahead of you; you wanted to write, sing, dance ballet, you wanted to open your own café, start a family with Fred in the future, have a pet and a garden where you would grow your favorite vegetables for salads or dinners. And yet cancer, for which a cure had not yet been invented, took you away from Fred in half a year.

↘ And although he had seen your life fading away for the last six months, at the funeral he could not hold back his tears and emotions; even Louis, even his mother, even God himself could not calm his suffering soul or soothe the longing that was visible in his gaze when he kissed your forehead for the last time in the coffin before placing it in the grave.

— GEORGE

↘ To George, you were a real princess, real Queen. And when you got pregnant with your first child, your husband couldn’t have been happier; a beloved woman, a home together, a long-awaited baby that would bear his surname, and also plans for the future like a secure old age and a group of grandchildren around the two of you sitting in old armchairs. Could it have been more beautiful?

↘ It certainly could have been... different. George had many enemies, but when you entered a relationship with him, you knew what to expect. So for five years you lived quietly, not sticking your neck out too much, enjoying being his life partner and future mother. However, everything changed on that one rainy night, when your beloved stayed at work longer than usual, wanting to finish some paperwork. And that’s when someone broke into your apartment. At first, they took what seemed valuable and expensive; your necklace, pocket watch, a bottle of red dry wine, a cigar, your grandmother’s rings, and also gold in small bars. And you would probably have survived that night if not for the instinct that told you to wake up and check if your husband had already returned.

↘ Instead of George, however, you saw a stranger who, upon seeing you, immediately attacked you with a vase standing on the dresser. In a moment, you found yourself on the floor with a terrible headache and spots before your eyes. The only thing you could think about was your husband and child in your belly. Unfortunately, your beloved returned too late and the sight he found was worse than all the nightmares he had dreamed of throughout his life. Guilt, anger, sadness, mourning, a desire for revenge… And in all of this, emptiness and loneliness...

[shreddedleopard]

I genuinely think William’s real name is actually still William, just with a different surname.

Hear me out.

#1 — irony.

Remember the omake where Bonde asks him and he’s got his ☺️ face ‘that’s a secret, heh heh heh.’

Lol William is the biggest mischievous jokester going. This would be his exact reaction if people were asking like 👀 omg what is it?? And all along he’s like, lol will.i.am guys, chill. No-one cares about your first name, it’s your surname which means anything around here. You’ve all been barking up the wrong tree. Which brings me on to my second point ~

#2 — symbolism.

I cannot scream enough about how bloody genius it would be for William’s name to be, in fact, just William, but with a more common surname like ‘Smith.’ For the purposes of this discussion, let’s call him William Smith. As an orphan, he gets adopted into the family Moriarty, where there is in fact another William: Master William James Moriarty. Immediately, you have two boys of similar ages with the exact same first names, highlighting how, in fact, they should be equal if we’re looking at their basic information and identifiers. But what is it which sets them apart, and is the very message and theme running through the heart of Yuumori? Class inequality. And what dictated your social class at the time, so very unfairly? Your family lineage.

The name of Moriarty is what gives Albert’s little brother his superior, privileged position in life, over William ‘Smith.’ And yet, they are both young boys, both Williams, both should have the same sort of start in life in the equal world our William wishes to create. But they do not; the moment they are given their surnames — the moment those are penned on the paper of their birth records following ‘William’, the chasm that divides these boys is immense and unfair.

#3 — interesting coincidences, hints and clues in the text.

• William loves Shakespeare — that’s part of his identity in the same way being a mathematician is. He quotes Shakespeare all the time, he grew up in a library and has all of the plays memorised. Shakespeare’s first name was also William. Additionally, Shakespeare’s birthday is believed to be April 23rd. William’s birthday is listed as April 1st — April Fool’s Day, and it has been confirmed that this is a fake birthday, so we don’t know his real one currently. (But my guess is it’s still in April).

• The Moriarty’s never call William by his name, pre-fire, but the children at his orphanage do, and they call him Will.

At the Moriarty house, he is on the receiving end of more hate than Louis; they seem to despise him to the nth degree. I wonder if this might be because he shares a name with their precious William, and this irks them. They refuse to call him by his name because that doesn’t belong to him, filth from the streets, it belongs to their beloved son who can do no wrong.

I can see a mother like Lady Moriarty refusing to call another boy by the name she gifted her son, especially when William reminds her that there is something she had in common with his own mother — someone who she would view as completely beneath her: they chose the same name. What a disgrace, to be associated or viewed as having a similar mind to a woman of such low standing!?

We also see William only ever call William Moriarty with the title ‘master’ in front, as though he also feels the need to make the distinction. This could just be because he’s trying to be polite, though. I could honestly dissect the entire first chapter panel by panel and highlight how William being William is such a simple but perfect concept which highlights this noble family’s insecurities, discrimination and narrow mindedness. William Moriarty feels the need to constantly reaffirm his own identity in the presence of our William.

Because … if they share full names now, with the adoption … the lines are blurring. What makes one William Moriarty superior to the other? A worrying thought indeed for this boy. (Answer: there is no difference, they’re both equally deserving of opportunities in life.)

It all makes such perfect sense and explains away the awkwardness of the writer having to avoid use of William’s name simply because ‘it needs to stay hidden to create the mystery.’ This gives the characters themselves reason within the text to avoid using it, which makes everything so much more authentic and real. It makes sense because it does, not because it has to for the plot.

• William promised not to steal anything. Twice, we see him reassuring and then reaffirming that he wouldn’t steal anything, and both times are in the presence of William Moriarty.

If we want to take this statement in light of names, and toy with that lovely device foreshadowing, William having always shared the same first name would in fact mean that statement holds true — he did not steal William’s name; it was always his own to begin with, and Moriarty was a name given to him as part of his adoption, the same as it was given to Louis. He really didn’t steal anything, despite the fact that he was probably made to feel guilty or worthless every day because of the name he shared with William Moriarty.

This also means that William probably never actively deceived any of the townspeople, either; it really was just a case of mistaken identity which he manipulated for his own cause.

The townspeople made the mistake, rather than William outright lying. William is, by trade, more of a master manipulator who turns situations to his advantage with his quick thinking, rather than straight up lying or deceiving people (see: The Merchant of London.)

• Sherlock saw his birth name but never mentions it. And still chooses to call him Liam. Yes, we might’ve had a conversation happen off screen. Yes, Sherlock might choose to do that because that name is sentimental and William has asked not to be called his true name for reasons unknown. But it would fit so beautifully if William really is his name, and Sherlock’s realisation that day when he read the birth records was that oh, so this — William ‘Smith’ — is Liam’s real name. Naturally, he would continue to call him Liam with no discussion needed, because it’s a shortened version of William.

• We have lots of characters who share the name William, but with different variations on the shortened version; another symbol of how people can be equal in some senses but also their identity can be individual to them also. William H Bonney is Billy the Kid, the mathematics genius William and Sherlock stumble upon in Durham is called Bill Hunt.

#4 — practicality and marketing.

People become attached to characters and their names, and there comes a certain point in a work where it’s very difficult to alter a character’s first name and still retain a fan base’s sense of identity for that character. Calling William say, Robert, from now on, or revealing that as his true name while we continue to see him referred to as William is all sorts of confusing, emotionally. Perhaps it’s just me. But the idea that I’ve been calling William the wrong name all along feels off and sad, whereas the knowledge that he’s at least been able to keep that part of himself consistent, when everything else has had to be an act, is actually really comforting and empowering.

I’d love to write another thought dump on why William being William all along is also, so very emotionally delicious when you explore the implications in the story; it’s heartbreaking and makes him an even more sympathetic character who I just wanna hug, so perhaps I’ll come back to this! Because re-reading those earlier chapters with this in mind really hurts so good.

He stole nothing; he was always the true William, that at least is one thing that always belonged to him — it was only society and us that dictated there was one William worth knowing more — was more interesting and held more narrative power — than the other.

This is still William’s story.

[faustiantales]

𝕾𝖍𝖆𝖉𝖔𝖜𝖊𝖉 𝕬𝖗𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖛𝖊

🔮— rules

Welcome to the Shadowed Archive of Faustian Tales 🌑

Explore the dark depths of my stories, organized by fandom, and type for your convenience. Click on the titles to delve into each twisted tale.

𝖂𝖍𝖎𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕾𝖍𝖆𝖉𝖔𝖜𝖘

𝖂𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖇𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖊𝖋 𝖔𝖋 𝖆 𝖁𝖊𝖎𝖑𝖊𝖉 𝖁𝖎𝖘𝖎𝖙𝖔𝖗 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖚𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖇𝖞 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕬𝖇𝖞𝖘𝖘

haunted narratives: select your phantom lead

𝕬𝖓𝖎𝖒𝖊・𝕸𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖆

🕯️𝕰𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖊 𝕰𝖕𝖎𝖈𝖘

late night break・shuntaro chishiya・alice in borderland

synopsis: As Shuntaro was studying late in the night, a certain person came in search of his help. And that person is none other than his sweet, little sister. cw: incest, cunnilingus, fingering, vaginal penetration, squirting, creampie, pet names

chains・tenn kujo・idolish7

synopsis: She didn't know when it started. She didn't know why it happened. By the time she realized it, it was already too late — Kujo Tenn wasn't the same caring and loving older brother that she remembered him to be anymore. cw: incest, yandere/possessive tenn, obsession, imprisonment, noncon, physical violence, psychological abuse, emotional distress

betrayal・nagi rokuya・idolish7

synopsis: He knew that he was the only one in her life. He knew that he was her entire world. So, of course, when he suddenly decided to leave her one day, she'd come retrieving what was rightfully hers. cw: incest, mentally ill reader, violence, blood, gore, murder, obsession

lenience・daiki aomine・kuroko no basuke

"The dark quill is still at work—this tale is in progress."

needy・atsushi murasakibara・kuroko no basuke

synopsis: It's no surprise that Atsushi loved eating sweets. That's why when he was suddenly woken up by his grumbling stomach in the middle of the night, he decided to pay a visit to his unlimited supply of ambrosia — his little sister. cw: incest, dubcon, cunnilingus, slight somnophilia

oha asa's daily readings・shintarou midorima・kuroko no basuke

"The dark quill is still at work—this tale is in progress."

pleasure・laito sakamaki・diabolik lovers

synopsis: In the middle of playing the piano, Laito was disrupted by his little sister's sudden arrival. From her behavior alone, he knew what she wanted: to play a little game with a valuable prize. cw: incest, female-led relationship/femdom, fellatio, biting/blood-sucking, edging, masturbation, vaginal penetration, overstimulation, exhibitionism, voyeurism, pet names

first blood's hidden eve・tsukinami brothers・diabolik lovers

"The dark quill is still at work—this tale is in progress."

pleasure・subaru sakamaki・diabolik lovers

"The dark quill is still at work—this tale is in progress."

in the heart of darkness・osamu dazai・bungou stray dogs

synopsis: As the boss of Port Mafia, Osamu isn't alien to a life of crime and cruelty. He is a man bathed in the tainted world… a man who is destined to die alone, without any meaningful connections with others. Yet, the only one who was always by his side was none other than his beloved little sister — his life, his anchor, his entire world. cw: incest, beast universe, osamu is overprotective and possessive, dubcon, fingering, vaginal penetration, creampie, pet names

his little fan・ringo tsukimiya・uta no prince-sama

"The dark quill is still at work—this tale is in progress."

broken promises・edward midford・black butler

"The dark quill is still at work—this tale is in progress."

moriarty's princess・moriarty brothers・moriarty the patriot

"The dark quill is still at work—this tale is in progress."

not so innocent・itsuki shikatani・yarichin bitch club

"The dark quill is still at work—this tale is in progress."

baby maker・keiichi akechi & koshiro itome・yarichin bitch club

"The dark quill is still at work—this tale is in progress."

my princess・shaiapouf・hunter x hunter

"The dark quill is still at work—this tale is in progress."

brother's precious doll・illumi zoldyck・hunter x hunter

"The dark quill is still at work—this tale is in progress."

revival of the clan・kurapika kurta・hunter x hunter

"The dark quill is still at work—this tale is in progress."

📜𝕾𝖎𝖓𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕾𝖆𝖌𝖆

"The library of shadows is empty for now—check back for upcoming tales."

𝕲𝖆𝖒𝖊𝖘

🕯️𝕰𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖊 𝕰𝖕𝖎𝖈𝖘

a help with vr・info-kun・yandere simulator

synopsis: Kenzo's little sister sought his help for a VR game. Since the game she's playing is an 'immersive' visual novel romance, with his aid, the line between reality and fantasy blurred — as well as the line between siblings. cw: incest, dubcon, headcanon info-kun name, underaged sex, fingering, vaginal penetration

brother's private tutoring・vyn richter・tears of themis

synopsis: Vyn Richter is one of the popular professors at Stellis University. Many young women would swoon over the handsome psychiatrist, falling in love with his charm and gentlemanly personality. However, those poor women will never realize that Vyn and his precious little sister often engage in their routine clandestine endeavors behind locked office doors. cw: incest, cunnilingus, vaginal penetration, creampie

a pleasant surprise・johan talede・lord of heroes

synopsis: As Johan's younger sister, she is responsible for preparing a special surprise for her older brother on his birthday. Although the blonde knight received a lot of gifts and affection from the Monarch and his fellow knights, she knew what he wanted to have deep inside. cw: incest, fellatio, vaginal penetration, slight female-led relationship/femdom, creampie

in grave danger・asher (ashley) graves・the coffin of andy and leyley

"The dark quill is still at work—this tale is in progress."

taken over・andrew graves・the coffin of andy and leyley

"The dark quill is still at work—this tale is in progress."

daddy's baby dearest・daddy dearest・friday night funkin

"The dark quill is still at work—this tale is in progress."

without me・byakuya togami・danganronpa

"The dark quill is still at work—this tale is in progress."

📜𝕾𝖎𝖓𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕾𝖆𝖌𝖆

my sweet nectar・vincent charbonneau・dead plate

"The dark quill is still at work—this tale is in progress." synopsis: Vincent Charbonneau, is a charming young chef who owns the famous bistro, La Gueule de Saturne. Yet, underneath his charismatic exterior, hides a sinister and unstable personality. And the one responsible for influencing him growing up like this was his beloved little sister. Now that she returned to him after a time-long separation, what else could happen due to her incitement? cw: incest, explicit sexual themes, graphic death, blood, gore, violence, murder, cannibalism, psychological manipulation, mentions of insanity/mental disorder

𝕸𝖔𝖛𝖎𝖊𝖘・𝕿𝖁 𝕾𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘

undo me・jax・the amazing digital circus

"The dark quill is still at work—this tale is in progress."

𝕺𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖎𝖓𝖆𝖑 𝕿𝖆𝖑𝖊𝖘

"The ink has yet to dry on my original tales—stay tuned for upcoming stories."

[lisbeth-kk]

Sherlock fandom. He hasn't heard his name been spoken for nearly two years.

Like a caress

All those months away did things to him. He was used to being in disguise on occasions in London, but only brief. Travelling around the world hunting down Moriarty’s network, didn’t allow him to be Sherlock Holmes. It was too dangerous, because to most of the world he was considered dead. Buried even. 

John’s prayer at his gravestone, almost broke Sherlock.

“Don’t be dead. For me.”

Those words haunted his dreams almost every night before he returned home. 

In his prison cell in Serbia, imaginary John talked to him, kept him sane and alert. Sherlock knew he wasn’t there, not for real, but his brain wasn’t functioning at its best capacity, so he made this version of John promise never to call him by his name. If his jailers heard, they wouldn’t end the torture until he talked, and he didn’t have the strength to hold on for that long. 

When Mycroft finally turned up, he called him by another name. The name he’d chosen to use most of his time abroad. It was like he knew Sherlock was in such a fragile state that he probably would collapse if even his own brother called him by his given name. 

***

Back in his beloved London, Sherlock felt reborn. He walked the streets for hours to get re-acquainted with the old lady. His walk ended outside a black door with a brass knocker and the number 221 above it. Despite the fact it was two in the morning, the lights in the living room were turned on. John was awake, or he might’ve fallen asleep in his chair. Sherlock inhaled sharply when he saw John’s familiar figure suddenly appear in the window, gazing blindly into the night. He looked so lost, and Sherlock knew it was his fault. He was to blame for so much. It was almost unfathomable. He’d ruined the lives he’d jumped to protect. Could they ever forgive him, and John in particular?

Only one way to find out. 

Sherlock carefully ascended to 221B and opened the door without a sound. John turned around abruptly when Sherlock locked the door with a click that sounded like a gunshot in the silence of the flat. He paled, took a step closer, leaning his hands on the back of Sherlock’s chair, staring, drinking in the sight of his not dead friend. 

“John,” Sherlock said softly, feeling his heart flutter with excitement at seeing the real John again. His John.  

John’s face scrunched up and a sob escaped him. His knees gave way, but Sherlock had seen the signs and was at John’s side to catch him in his arms. John grabbed the front of the Belstaff so hard his knuckles whitened, and he cried into Sherlock’s chest, while Sherlock stroked his back soothingly.

When John spoke, Sherlock stopped breathing. His name had never before been spoken this reverently, this incredulous, this loving.

 “Sherlock. My God, it’s you. Sherlock, I’ve missed you so much. Sherlock.”

His name in John’s mouth was like a caress, and he didn’t need to be afraid of it being said out loud anymore. He, the man known by another name, many other names even, was back where he belonged, and he couldn’t wait for John to say his name again. Every day from now on. 

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[caffernnn]

Thanks for the tag @sage-nebula !! Been a minute since I’ve done one of these ✨

Last song: “Not Sorry For Loving You” from EPIC: The Vengeance Saga. Probably my favorite from the most recent saga — loooove Calypso’s voice

Fave color: greeeeeen! I’ve probably tried to pin it down more specifically in the past, but the shade of green fluctuates tbh. Olive green, forest green, sage green, seafoam green, emerald green, jewel-toned phthalo green… all of them live in my heart tbh. (aaand I’m just a sucker for cool colors in general lmao)

Last book: I’m finally getting back to a place where I feel like I could try reading again!! Last book I started was Cultish by Amanda Montell, and I have a lot of other promising reads I checked out on a rare feel-good day and haven’t cracked open yet (which might be overdue; they’ll return home soon 💀)

Last movie: When Marnie Was There! My brother and I have been trying to catch up by watching some Studio Ghibli movies from time-to-time (hadn’t heard of any outside of Ponyo until I was out of high school… OOPS—), and Marnie was next on our list. Looots of big feelings about that story.

Last tv show: main things I’m (mostly) keeping up with tv-wise are DanDaDan and NCIS: Origins. I’m thiiiinking about starting Moriarty the Patriot, and everyone’s praise for Arcane has me curious 👀

Sweet/savory/spicy: heavy on the savory tbh. There’s appreciation for the sweet and spicy forsure, but savory is at the top for me currently!!

Relationship status: friendship is magic NEXT QUESTION

Last thing I searched: I can’t lie, that poll I reblogged about soup had me looking up Italian wedding and pumpkin soup recipes. Tumblr is makin me HONGRY

Current obsession: LMM frEakin bit me again; Warriors (2024) has been stuuuuck in my head and on repeat for days. Those are my giiiirls. So many fun genres to explore in a musical! Outside of that and the usual suspects (bears, the swimmies, etc), I’d probably have to say Pokémon TCGP and Pokémon Sleep. I still need to pull my beloved Snorlax and Venusaur on TCGP (or some worthwhile dark types to progress in the solo battle challenges), and I was so happy to wake up to a baby Bulbasaur next to my Snorlax on Sleep this morning <333 I’m such a sucker for lil guys

Looking forward to: soon? I get to visit my grandma again tomorrow! I’ve been trying to see her close to weekly since she’s been in that nursing home (and since they allowed for safe masked visits), and each day I still have with her is a gift 💕 hospice and general QoL decline have been a process, but on days she’s doing alright, she adores getting to see me <3 beyooond that, I’m looking forward to the sakadays anime in January!!

Favorite drink: tough one!! Umm, I’ve been on a rootbeer kick on and off for the past year so that’s def up there. Apple juice and fruit punches are good sometimes as well, same with Dr. Pepper and Mr. Pibb. I’ve been a water guy lately tbh, but I like a fun lil drink now and then!! OOH I need to have wassail again soon 🤤

Song playing on a loop in your head: “Call Me Mercy” from Warriors, due to the aforementioned obsession. Something particularly earwormy about that one. Other songs from the musical come to me in snippets, but that one is fully on loop

Current favorite character: outside of the permanent mind residents (I see green and blue in everything), Fox from Warriors and Taro Sakamoto from SakaDays have been spinning around in there, along with their friends. Momo and Okarun are also bickering up in the mind palace, naturally

Fun activity you would like to get into: I just need to get back to cultivating my hobbies now that I’m a lil less doom and gloom than I was a month ago. I guess different forms of crafting are always on this list. I took a drawing class/session at the library last week that looked into the basics of light and shadow, so maybe I can get into graphite and charcoal sketching!! I used to try some charcoal stuff years ago without instruction, and experimenting it was fun enough to try again.

Last video game: Balatro my beloved !!! It’s been surprisingly fun, despite my fear of deck-builders in the past. I think it helps that there’s a lot of chance and variety to it, so each run can be a chance to try something new.

Last comic/graphic novel: I guess Blue Exorcist? Again, it’s been a minute since I’ve been in a mindset to read 😅 I’m probably going to catch back up on it soon, and I’ve been planning on doing a sakadays reread since my brother just started reading it. We’ll see what happens!!

No pressure tagging @ahobbitincamelot @tonfea @shenyaanigans @reikunrei @lithopsy @celesteeal @suhmayzooka and anyone else who feels like yapping 💚💚💚

[shall-we-die]

hello! firstly, i'd like to request the moriarty brothers with a reader who's having issues with eating/taking care of themself, despite trying hard to take care of others (and please reject this if eating disorder content like this upsets you at all! if you'd like another topic to write on, then it'd be cool to see your headcanons on what type of a house/home the brothers would like to live in with reader!)

second, who are your top 3 favorite characters to write for, from any/all fandoms?

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{"Love yourself please"}

☰[Main list]•⊰ Moriarty the Patriot

↬[A/N]•⊰ Hello dear anonymous ❤ Thank you for being so conservative and considerate of my comfort. I will definitely write about the two topics, although I will have to make a new internet for the second one because it was a great idea🎉

And the answer to your question...

Lucifer, Dazai, and Mammon (he's my boy 💕)

Hope you enjoy my writing 🫂

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[Albert] & [William] & [Louis] & [Sebastian]

Your selfless behavior completely annoys Sebastian. He asks you angrily, why don't you think about yourself and try to take care of others?

While you and Louis have the same problem (He's selfless only for his beloved William), Louis tries to pay more attention to your meals and take care of them.

William has his own problems, though, and suggests Louis help you sleep with the right potions.

Albert also watches the mess from afar and drinks his wine, coughing as William glares at him and tries to advise you to be more careful about your health.

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[Sherlock] & [John]

John Watson, is an unfortunate doctor who, now has to take care of two people instead of one. He wants to pull his hair. You and Sherlock never care about your health.

Sherlock smokes, skips meals and sleeps on the couch. You skip meals because you can't eat well, you hardly sleep and you are constantly thinking about helping others.

His daily job is to talk to you for hours at the breakfast table and remind you to take care of yourself.

John... poor John.

[seeingteacupsindragons]

Today, I bring you meta on a recurring motif in Yuukoku no Moriarty that is somewhat less heavy-handed than the Christ metaphors and the religion and the darkness and the light and the fire and the water.

Today, I bring you discussion about threads.

I’ll be honest, this one is hugely impacted by my desire to incorporate something similar into my current writing projects with intention, and thus I wanted to explore it. I suspect a lot of the things this discussion will touch on were unintentional, and some were not, and it’s a bit tangled up trying to figure out what was what. But it’s also true that I don’t know the authors, so I don’t know what was intentional and what they were hoping we’d noticed that they never commented on. I also think the fact that it appears to be in there anyway is interesting and thus worth commenting on it.

I suspect reading that this was about threads, most of your minds jumped to the red string of fate Sherlock says ties him to William. But the series uses it in a lot of pretty versatile ways, as it does with most things—the manga really likes reusing and repurposing elements, and I like that a lot. In fact, I think the series plays up the concept of reusing and repurposing things for new meanings.

So let’s start

There’s a recurring theme in the series of what, and who, is tied to what and who, connected to what, what beginning leads to what ending. We see it in Sherlock’s mind maps of crimes and the way he refers to being led to and led by William. We see Moran’s chains to his past being replaced wholly by William’s ties to him. We see discussions of who started what and what that lead to, and whether it was fate or something they caused and we see them being tied to their own past in atonement. We see thorny rose vines entangling characters up with each other.

The ties are causal, but they’re primarily relational: they’re what people feel stuck in and trapped by, and what they feel led by.

Most of these threads are tied, shall we say, to William. While he and his brothers are all represented as spiders in their family heraldry, William is certainly the master weaver at the center of it all who builds their web. And as he builds his plan and web throughout the London underground, he’s also creating his home and tying himself to his family: a spider’s web is more than just a trap for victims, and William’s plan is more than just self-sacrifice and murder.

So William attaches his sticky catching threads to all his beloved ones to keep them close to him, and at the same time freeing people from their chains to other people and ideas—and okay, chains aren’t threads, but they’re long tangly things, so close enough, okay?

And his spidery, webby threads turn into the curtain tassels to pull on for his play to reveal what he wants. They turn into puppet strings to lead people where he wants to dance for him as he pleases. He uses them as trick wires as the Lord of Crime to complete his purposes.

He uses them to lead, connect, bind, to control—but he doesn’t use them to kill.

William never hangs anyone. Never uses a garotte. He never kills anyone with string, a rope, thread, any of it. Yes, you could argue that those things are so hard to pass off as an accident…but so is beheading Baskervilles. So is bringing a gun to shoot Milverton. That doesn’t appear to be what strings are for to him. The strings seem to be more…well…him.

Sherlock sees that thread in William a lot.

When the image of spider webs and their prey tend to crop up, it’s usually in Sherlock’s musing about The Lord of Crime. He’s the first one to mention a thread leading him to William—that Red String of Fate. And, when he’s afraid that thread has snapped, he manages to snap the string of his violin. It’s a fun visual detail to ground the whole scene and bring it back to reality from his musing. It connects William’s play wires to Sherlock’s own artistic performances, in a way.

I also like that the snap brings an end to his playing, his musing, his song, his fun. Without that thread connecting him to William, everything sounds off and doesn’t work properly, and he’s not happy about it. Obviously, a violin string can be replaced, but the thread between two people can’t be so easily. But shortly after this, Sherlock and William get to revive their connection, too, and prove it still strong and the game still on and the dance still playing.

And, when Sherlock speaks to William at Milverton’s mansion, he vows to unravel William—like a spool of so much thread. Like the threads he uses to connect William’s crimes and mysteries to each other on a wall, like the threads that he brackets the Moriarty brothers together with. But William himself is caught in his own spiderweb, and Sherlock is going to free him from it, and in the process, unravel the core of who William is and what’s there underneath all the puffery and stage makeup.

Miyoshi did a “birthday” art piece for William the year that was all coming out that showed William with a red thread wrapped around his own neck, dangerous as anything else, and a motif in the first time it was confirmed by one of the creators themselves that it’s his false birthday and part of his Plan. I like that piece a lot for a lot of reasons, but that thread did look rather like a noose—a weapon he’s never used, but was about to strangle himself.

Sherlock’s statement to unravel William also a signifier that Sherlock has followed that red thread that connected them and realized he found a horrific knot strangling William up in it. Sherlock is no longer excited by the strings and threads: he wants them gone.

I think it’s interesting that in New York, when William finally feels ready to confront all these things about himself, he finally unwraps the last ties, the last thread on him—the bandages over his eye—and proceeds to tie himself to Sherlock metaphorically instead. His heart is finally untangled from the mess he trapped it in and he can bind it again properly, healthily, and with new purpose.

William and Sherlock’s new promise to each other doesn’t come with any discussion of threads or ties. William has left that behind now, and his bonds to other don’t need to be tangled up and restrictive. When Bond renamed themself, they didn’t have any images of threads, either, because their relationships with their friends and Sherlock’s side of the team was not caught up in such a complicated mess. And now, William finally has that freedom, too.

[mariana-oconnor]

The Final Problem pt 2

Last time, Holmes turned up at Watson's home having survived three attempts on his life and a mysterious meeting with ex-Professor Moriarty, and invited Watson on an impromptu trip abroad. Watson, of course, said yes. I am absolutely sure that nothing bad is going to happen to either them. Definitely not in Switzerland. Maybe they'll see a nice waterfall, though. I've heard Switzerland is beautiful this time of year.

Watson does very well at remembering Holmes' instructions. I would not be able to do that.

I spent a few minutes in assisting a venerable Italian priest, who was endeavouring to make a porter understand, in his broken English, that his luggage was to be booked through to Paris.

Is Holmes pretending to be an Italian priest? I feel like Watson should be more aware of the possibility of a disguise.

Also, the fact it turns out that Watson's Italian is terrible. Holmes totally chose that disguise to troll the fuck out of him. A+ friendship move, even when running for his life.

"My dear Watson," said a voice, "you have not even condescended to say good-morning."

Yeah, so rude. How dare you not say hello to your friend who is clearly sitting right there and not at all an Italian priest.

"They set fire to our rooms last night. No great harm was done."

First: how dare! Baker Street, my beloved! Second: despite the fact that it has been clearly established in part 1 that Watson is very married and very living with his wife rn, Holmes still refers to them as 'our rooms'.

"It was my brother Mycroft. It is an advantage to get about in such a case without taking a mercenary into your confidence."

OK, so he did appear in this story... actually doing something for once. This is a clear sign that things must be dire if Mycroft has pried his seal-like form from his well worn chair in the Diogenes Club to drive a carriage through the streets of London. Honestly, I feel like there should be a system of measurement for direness that is purely how much Mycroft is willing to move to deal with it.

"As this is an express, and as the boat runs in connection with it, I should think we have shaken him off very effectively."

Because this goes directly to one place and then that goes directly to another place, both of which are official and easily discovered by looking at a timetable, clearly we have escaped the people pursuing us. They will never catch us now!

Watson? I get what you're saying. But please think through the logic a little bit more.

"In the meantime we shall treat ourselves to a couple of carpet-bags, encourage the manufactures of the countries through which we travel, and make our way at our leisure into Switzerland, via Luxembourg and Basle."

Nothing bad ever happens in Switzerland.

"There are limits, you see, to our friend's intelligence. It would have been a coup-de-matre had he deduced what I would deduce and acted accordingly."

We're only playing 3 dimensional chess today, not 4 dimensional. I did wonder.

"I might have known it!" he groaned. "He has escaped!"

He did know you were coming for him. And when... Like. If I knew I was going to be arrested for a certain thing at a certain time, I'd make sure to be somewhere else, too, and I don't claim to be a criminal mastermind. Honestly, this seems inevitable.

"I should certainly recommend you to return to your practice."

Does Watson still have a practice? At what point does it become his neighbour's practice? Will his patients even recognise him?

For a charming week we wandered up the Valley of the Rhone, and then, branching off at Leuk, we made our way over the Gemmi Pass, still deep in snow, and so, by way of Interlaken, to Meiringen.

This is the literary equivalent of elevator music.

Doo do doo do dooo dodoododoo doo do doo do dooo dodoododoo

In an instant Holmes had raced up on to the ridge, and, standing upon a lofty pinnacle, craned his neck in every direction.

We had strict injunctions, however, on no account to pass the falls of Reichenbach, which are about half-way up the hill, without making a small detour to see them.

They sound lovely. Excellent place for a picnic lunch. Clearly nothing bad could happen there.

Although little sus whoever told them that they absolutely had to go see them. Hm?

It is indeed, a fearful place. The torrent, swollen by the melting snow, plunges into a tremendous abyss, from which the spray rolls up like the smoke from a burning house. The shaft into which the river hurls itself is an immense chasm, lined by glistening coal-black rock, and narrowing into a creaming, boiling pit of incalculable depth, which brims over and shoots the stream onward over its jagged lip.

Delightful. 10/10 would visit again. Love how it's described as being 'half-way up the hill', then 'TREMENDOUS ABYSS'. I know this is Watson's PTSD speaking, but the tonal whiplash is getting me, ngl.

We had turned to do so, when we saw a Swiss lad come running along it with a letter in his hand. It bore the mark of the hotel which we had just left, and was addressed to me by the landlord.

...the die is cast, the scene is set...

The appeal was one which could not be ignored. It was impossible to refuse the request of a fellow-countrywoman dying in a strange land.

Almost like it was... designed...

Along this a man was, I remember, walking very rapidly.

There was Holmes's Alpine-stock still leaning against the rock by which I had left him. But there was no sign of him, and it was in vain that I shouted. My only answer was my own voice reverberating in a rolling echo from the cliffs around me.

Well, I certainly didn't see that one coming.

Seriously, though. This is pretty heart-rending to actually think about. Watson just alone on the cliff side, screaming his friend's name into the tremendous abyss.

Then trying to apply Holmes' methods (because that's always gone so well before). Then finding the letter.

Strangely nice of Moriarty to let Holmes write the letter, but I suppose he thought that when he'd tossed Sherlock over the cliff he could just destroy it anyway.

An examination by experts leaves little doubt that a personal contest between the two men ended, as it could hardly fail to end in such a situation, in their reeling over, locked in each other's arms.

The inherent eroticism of plunging to your death with your nemesis, locked in each other's arms.

...him whom I shall ever regard as the best and the wisest man whom I have ever known.

Fs in the notes.

So... I guess that's the last one, then. No more Sherlock Holmes stories after that. Nope. Well, that was fun. Thanks Watson, sorry about your friend.

[ritsukageyamas]

the cover art for the newest moriarty the patriot: the remains chapter is so cute and soft i am never going to get over it 😭 have not stopped sobbing over my beloved baby moriarty brothers ever since i saw this

[klint-vanzieks]

to a man who is beloved by the dirt and flowers,

do you have a favorite flower? if so, what should i send your way next time i drop by? and on top of that, what is your favorite animal that is not a dog? and speaking of dogs, you mentioned that you had two. can you share their names for the class?

-A. Spellmeyer

Mx. Spellmeyer-

Irises and hyacinths, I do suppose. As I am only aware of my grave when someone walks across it, and as it rests firmly within the van Zieks manor gardens, I daresay you would find it difficult to lay flowers for me without my brother's ire at your trespassing.

I enjoy cats, as well as horses, and racing pigeons. Moriarty's rats, as well, before his death.

As for my dogs... I did not have two dogs. I had eight.

Yours in husbandry,

Prosecutor van Zieks

[littencloud9]

Sorry for being late in ask game. How about : William (MTP), Lu Guang (Link Click), and Akutagawa (BSD)? Feel free to answer how many that you want....

hii anon no problem!! im happy to answer more always

william

Sexuality and Gender Headcanon: ‘im probably queer but ive got a system to abolish so idrc about that rn’

A ship: sherliam. it’s just too good. equals in every sense two sides of the same coin yin and yang light and dark hope and destruction etc etc. a work of ART

A BROTP: THE MORIARTY BROTHERS!! they are the absolute world to me i love them SO much

A NOTP: him with either brother lol. ill admit i was a little surprised at the amount of content they have romantically but to each their own 👍

A random headcanon: touchstarved liam my beloved…

General Opinion: he makes me absolutely fucking miserable. i want to give him a big hug. there is something so wrong with him. id defend him with my life. babygirl you can commit every war crime there is and i’d say it’s justified

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lu guang

Sexuality Headcanon: gay as hell. why are you as a man—

Gender Headcanon: he transcends gender and i will not elaborate

A ship: shiguang!!!

A BROTP: also him and qiao ling. i’d love to see them interact more especially cause they have such a sibling-like relationship too

A NOTP: him and li tianchen idk. they just dont work like that to me

A random headcanon: he secretly has a sweet tooth. this was told to me by the gods

General Opinion: sopping wet cat. big freaking hypocrite (me too). i cant even scold him cause if i had cxs in my life id go batshit insane for him too. im holding him by the scruff of his neck and throwing him in the air. lu guang u dumbass (affectionate)

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akutagawa

Sexuality Headcanon: man we’ve got a lot of gay characters on this list huh

Gender Headcanon: i like the idea of t4t akutagawa siblings who just swapped names pfft. nb akutagawa is good too! i can fw anything here

A ship: haha… sskk. i also think beast!aku x beast!tanizaki is really cute

A BROTP: HIM AND GIN!! idc that they have like three seconds of screen time in canon cause [gestures to beast]

A NOTP: i do not vibe with higu.aku or daz.aku at all

A random headcanon: he used to use rashoumon to entertain the kids when they were too afraid to sleep at night. he’s a really good bedtime storyteller

General Opinion: picture a black cat with huge void eyes and also it’s dripping wet and clawing at you. thats akutagawa to me. id give him a hug but he’d bite my leg off but maybe that’s his way of saying thanks. i could fix him i could make him worse etc etc

send me characters!

[giggly-squiggily]

Hey hey! Hope all is well! Can I also request Moriarty the Patriot with Ler!Sherlock and Lee!John? Prompt: 🧡Love bug: “What’s so funny?”

Can't wait to see what you have in store!

Watson beloved! And our dear Sherly! I've been losing my marbles since getting this prompt AHH! I've gotcha covered, friend!

Love Bug: "What's so funny?"

“You lazy good for nothing-” 

“Come now, Miss Hudson- you know that’s not true-”

“One more word out of you Sherlock and I’m evicting you!”

“What? You’ll miss me though-”

Watson jumped as he heard the front door slam, turning to find a sheepish Sherlock standing by. Beyond the curtains, he could see a rather livid Miss Hudson making her way to who knows where.

“Got her rather livid this morning, eh Sherlock?” Watson eyed the detective, watching him sigh and fall back into the couch. “What did you do this time?”

“Why do you assume I did anything-” The brunette began, falling quiet as he realized the other was right. “Oh, I was just saying to her how a beautiful woman such as herself could benefit from smiling more; don’t want to develop frown wrinkles, you know? Then she threw a shoe at me! A shoe! One with those long heels too- I nearly lost my life!” Sherlock sighed dramatically, running a hand over his face. “One thing led to another and now she’s out to cool off. I suppose I probably shouldn’t have brought up wrinkles- hey.” He sat up with a sharp look, glaring at the doctor. “What’s so funny?”

“N-Nothing. Nothing, I assure you.” Watson tried to fight down the chuckles bubbling up, waving a hand. “It’s just- you two are just like brother and sister, how you fight. It’s rather adorable.”

“Adorable? That woman nearly took my life with a shoe and you think it’s adorable?” Sherlock’s glare softened to something more playful as he watched Watson struggle to compose himself. “Well, since you think our predicament is so funny, why don’t I give you even more reasons to laugh, eh old chap?”

“Whatever do you mean- wait! Hold ohoohohohohn!” Sherlock had crossed the room in seconds, latching his hands onto Watson’s waist and squeezing, making the doctor arch with a cackle. “Shehehehheerlock, pleahhahahhhahahse!”

“Why? You’re the one who thought my predicament was funny. I bet you’re wondering now how I knew you were ticklish. Simple deduction, John.” The detective moved his hands up to Watson’s upper ribs, laughing along with him when he squealed. “You see- well, I guessed, hehe.”

“Nohohoohoho suuhuhuhuhprise thehehehhheere! Gehehehhet ohhoohohohff me yoohohohohu scohohohohohondral!” Watson batted at his hands, starting to sink off his chair when those dastardly fingers dug into his armpits. “Ihiihiihihll tehhehehell Miihiihihiss Huhuhuhuhdson yoohohohour ohohohohown tihihihiickle spoohohohoohts!”

“An insult and a threat? My word, Watson- you really want me to tickle you to tears!” Sherlock laughed, following him to the floor. “As if Miss Watson doesn’t already know about my weaknesses! Good try though! Now- let’s try here!”

~Send me a pairing and a candy heart phrase~

[nyxcaelum]

My Fanfics Masterpost

These will be sorted by length, and each by fandom underneath. They are all on AO3, I moved all my works to their archive.

I keep this list up to date as good as I can. In this case, all fics unless stated otherwise are written romantically, just to make it easier I use & instead of / for the Ships.

Works in Collections will not be listed each one by one, but instead can be found under the "Collection" tab.

Yuukoku no Moriarty/Moriarty the Patriot

Rated 18+: All are Sherliam unless noted otherwise

Three Minutes in Heaven

The color of Depression - Albert & Mycroft

Sinful Indulgence

Desire, Flavor, Bliss

On Fire

General Audiences, Teen and Up:

Memories lost at Sea

Watching Fireworks together

Dancing in the Moonlight with you

Between Strawberry cake and coffee

Trigun

And we took the leap (explicit), Vash x Wolfwood

Love your next like you love your coffee, with or without milk and sugar. (CW: Incest) Plantwood /Vash x Wolfwood x Nai

Bungo Stray Dogs

Soukoku:

Kissing Strangers

Addictive Whispering

Oda & Ango:

A Promise of a lifetime

Sunshine & Pancakes

I´ve always liked you, you know

Hypnosis Mic

A heartfelt talk at dusk - Hitoya & Jakurai

Sugary sweet Sleepover time - Fling Posse Fluff

Drunken Confessions - Doppo & Hifumi

Persona

Signs of Love - Protag/Akira & Akechi

Arknights

Cold, cold, twisted hearts and an unusual proposition - Doctor & SilverAsh & Gnosis

Sk8 the Infinity

Usagi to Yuki - Reki & Langa

Prickly like Soda, Sweet like Juice - Reki & Langa - unfinished, probably will never finish it

Shall we Date? Obey me!

Maybe you´re the reason I can´t sleep - MC & Belphie Sleepy Fluff

Idolish 7

A Confession - Tsumugi & Gaku

Vanitas no Carte

Tarte Tatin, for my beloved - Vanitas & Noe

Fate Series

Under the Christmas Tree in NY - Saber & Gilgamesh (was a work for secret santa)

Be naughty and you pay the price- Gil & Gudako R18

Dango, Dango - Miyamoto Iori & Yamato Takeru

In rememberance of a good time gone by - Bazett & Krei R18 + Warnings apply!

Deeds, not words - Ritsuka & Murasaki Shikibou

Oh so bitter sweet, is young love - Gray & Waver Velvet

FMA

And do they? - Roy & Riza

Fairy Tail

A drop of Sake - Jellal & Erza

Tears of Themis

Curry together tastes better than having it alone - Rosa & Vyn

Honkai Star Rail

Always make sure to pay your bottoms well - Sampo & Stelle R18

Desire and blood, between spider lilies of another world - Luocha & Blade R18 - Collab Event Fic

Ohh to be the ducky in his tub... - Ratio & Stelle R18

Sleeping Together - NuCarnival Fluff One Shots (All guys)

Tunas DOA & Hunting Dogs Crack One Shot collection

Tunas Genshin Reader Fics (Eng, Ger, and 18+ available separately inside)

Tunas Writing Requests (EN, mostly Prompts Fulfillfing for Fate Series Kink Prompts. Some 18+)

Yuukoku no Moriarty/Moriarty the Patriot

Oh woe me, my sick heart - Will & Sherlock

In solving Crimes, we find Love - Will & Sherlock

Tales of

The sun and the moon and the stars Mikleo & Sorey mainly

These are all basically German works.

Nur jeweils eine Fic:

When the Devil meets the Fox - BSD Soukoku

Empty Dreams - LoL SettPhel

-> LoL Novel lange Fanfic Collection

Cantarella - Arknights Doctor & SilverAsh

Blindfold of Love - Riza & Roy

Mein Servant und Ich - Fate Grand Order Misc. Geschichten

Rabenschwarz - Tekken Jin & Reader

The little Sweets - My Hero Academia - Ochako & Bakugo

In the name of Love! - Soul Eater - Blackstar & Tsubaki

At the end of a long escape - Resident Evil - Sherry & Jake

Grandiose Stadt - TEWY - OC & Joshua - freundschaftliches Ship

Der der die Sonne stahl - Noragami - Iki & Yato

Winterwunder und blaue Jeans - Miraculous Ladybug - Adrien & Marinette

Persona

Schwarzer Kaffee - Protag/Akira & Makoto

About the Pleasant Boy - Nur Goro Akechi

Tales of

Abends in der Taverne - Zaveid & Eizen

Memories of Brother - Eizen & Edna Drama

The tale of the time traveling Girl - OC/Autor Insert & Zaveid

Final Fantasy

Final Fantasy x Reader Short Stories - Collab mit Schwester , mit den 15. Protagonisten

Nacht des Kristalls - Generelles Abenteuer mit Luna, Noctis, Ignis in AU

[ranposbabe]

I hate how my tumblr is just my two fanfics!!!

Like I HAVE an ALBERT JAMES MORIARTY X READER in my drafts just sitting there…collecting dust…

I love Albert and his brother just keeps getting my attention. I definitely wanna start posting oneshots/imagines of other mtp characters since William is in the spotlight as always…

Am I just ranting so I have an excuse to post about my beloved Albert?? Yes. Yes I am.

Also Herder too but that’s a topic for another day.