#ynm Anime

[solarianvoidthearoace]

Okay, I need to rant…

Yuukoku no Moriarty

The discrepancies between the manga and the anime have some inherent controversy

I am not that far into the manga yet but in my re-watch of the anime (the Eng Dub is on crunchy roll) I‘m at the backstory episodes and

I want to say my piece, I actually think there are two main things these episodes do better than the manga.

First I want to say I feel the manga does a better job overall with the backstory, that it’s Albert’s agency and his drive and decision

But the scene where the original William is getting killed… I actually prefer the anime version in such that it establishes the dynamic between Albert and Will

"[Albert will] tell us what he wants himself. Though if this were a horse race, I'd be ready to place my bet now."

In the manga, it’s Will attacking/ killing the original William, in the anime it’s Albert

The dynamic I’m referring to is as such: in the anime our Will is the instigator, the mastermind. He offers Albert to rid himself of his brother. He provides the plan and the means of execution. But Will doesn’t interfere.

In my opinion that’s a double proof of trust, because Albert trusts in Will’s planning while Will gets proof that Albert is willing to walk the walk.

It’s more impactful, symbolically, because it shows their further dynamic.

I realise and am aware that Albert is just as cunning and just as much the mastermind behind James Moriarty – that’s how he is portrayed in the manga and I think that’s the correct way. It feels more natural than his just being the outside face we get in the anime.

However he has to proof to himself – and to Will – that he is capable of what it takes. That’s why Albert stabbing his brother is more significant than Will doing it. We know Will isn’t above getting his hands dirty. But establishing Albert’s own agency, showing his own drive as strong enough? Yes!

Especially with our Will thanking him after the fact. Because Will provided him with a chance and that better returns what Albert did for him, I think. Because as Will said, it is about exchanging debts and favours. So Will providing chances and the agency still being inherently Albert’s own is meaningful.

So I think that was/ is better in the anime compared to the manga.

The second thing I preferred from the anime over the manga is the house fire. Not the outcome or anything but the method itself.

Obviously both work, sure. But a gas explosion? Making sure the air is too hot to breath even if the inhabitants don’t immediately die from the explosion. It’s more efficient and elegant, in my opinion.

I understand both methods are valid and work well but the gas explosion, flooding the entire mansion with gas before setting up a timed trigger? That’s efficient, brutal, elegant.

I acknowledge accumulating the wax in the lamps took more long-hand planning but I still prefer the anime version.

Overall the manga is obviously better, I fully agree. Albert gets more agency, we get a different perspective on their entire dynamic. Albert founding the MI6 for the sole purpose of sharing those reigns with Will. It’s beautiful and it’s the superior version of the story.

I just have opinions on Will vs. Albert killing the original William and the way the house fire was set-up/ triggered

[dork-apocalypse]

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[kimdokjas]

#he has the range 🤌

happy birthday, mica! ♡ @koushuwu

[mayst0rm]

Happy Birthday William James Moriarty 🌹

Art Print ✨

[miwhotep]

I love how the amount of light in the scenes can reflect the different shades of morality in the anime.

Sherlock, who is the lighter shade of grey in the story, usually shown thinking inside during daytime when light can fill the room.

William and his group, representing the darker shade of grey, keep plotting at early morning or late evening, but the curtain is always pulled away so some light can get inside.

Milverton, who is the black shade of morality tends to plot during the night or with curtains closed so he just sits in the dark.

I love this minor detail!

[cutepebblesstuff]

Posting this because I'm totally normal about them (◍•ᴗ•◍)

[iamavillainandtodayismydayoff]

I love love love the contrast and beauty of the Moriarty Part 1 OP😩

[maliciousandmizerablevampirism]

Please istg I need to talk to someone about mtp or else I might go insane...

(I already am)

MTP FANS INTERACTTT I'M BEGGING!!!

[the-little-pierre]

☕️ Mycroft chibi ☕️

Collaboration with my bestie @universe-nero

We did it! ✨️🤗

[everything-just-peachy]

The age old question of will I ever actually render, shade, or finish a piece of art continues to perplex the world

[imsaunteringvaguelydownwards]

Moriarty the patriot reminding me of the pure brainrot that Sherlock Holmes gives me, I will be started bbc Sherlock sooner than planned I’m not waiting till I’m done with spn anymore bc I actually desperately need to watch it.

[ryuusea]

my contribution to yuumori society after the ani acct dropped new merch???

notes:

- comic 1 conclusion: either louis wins bc he has the bigger wallet (and a knife prob), or, they’re so busy fighting that they don’t notice helena coming in and buying the last one

- tiny dino sherly pls help him he still failed the test 😭

[tinkerleaf]

Nap Time

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I think William would let you crash in his office, especially if he really likes you. Sometimes he's in there, sometimes he's not. You would sit in the chair in front of him, which was quite comfy. His office is always warm and smells nice, just like him. You bring a light throw blanket with you if you're feeling extra tired.

You don't talk much when you're there, as he does his own thing. The only sound between the two of you is the scribbling on paper and the occasional sip of tea. It's a comfortable silence that you couldn't replicate with anyone else. He looks up to check on you often.

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[universe-nero]

finally I finished! working on and off for two weeks but finished!

I don't know if this falls into the Low quality saga 🤔

[mainliam]

! MTP the Remains Spoiler !

It’s time for (Sher)liam to adopt a child.

[beneathashadytree]

Hello,How do you feel now? I Hope your get better❤️Anyway congrats for your 2k followers,you really deserve it!

I love your stories and writing so much,and for request, could you please write spicy story about Albert James Moriarty having jealous sex with reader ? You can add little fluff in the end too👉👈prompts: 47, 63,64

LET HIM WATCH - ALBERT MORIARTY X READER

Warnings : this is obviously very NSFW, messy sex, cumming inside, jealousy sex, implied exhibitionism, cum-eating, dom!Albert, sub!reader, this is not proofread, reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : filth smut

Word count : 1.3K words (oh shit—)

Additional notes : Hi nonnie! I’m feeling quite alright now, thank you very much. You’re really too sweet! I’m glad to be celebrating this event with all of you guys. I honestly usually write under 1K words for this event, but this request was so good that I just ran with it. I hope it’s to your liking, though I apologize for being so late!💗

Prompts : "Be quiet. We're not alone." "You say that, but all I hear is 'more, more, more.'" "I want to love every inch of you tonight."

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Masterlist

Albert Moriarty was a risk taker, and anyone who knew him well enough was aware of that. He liked to act on his whims (which always actually were carefully-constructed plans that depended a little too much on chance) despite knowing that he might very well lose it all, and he loved nothing more than pulling the rug from underneath everyone’s feet without them realizing. He was a wicked man, through and through.

But more wicked than anything he’d done was the way he was currently fucking his sweetheart half-dumb with his back against the wall in an abandoned drawing room, the loud sounds of the party still going on in the ballroom next-door.

Their fists were bunched in his smart shirt, desperately trying to hold onto anything as his cock mercilessly drove deeper into them; deep enough for them to jolt in his arms and arch their back in such a lewd way that, paired with the sex-drunk look in their hazy eyes and their kiss-swollen lips, it almost had him cumming on the spot.

This was much more frenzied than they’d ever seen Albert try to bed them. In fact, the way he wildly snapped his hips upwards as his arms pulled them deeper into his chest and faster down his cock was almost determined to fuck the common sense out of them.

They were already far too gone; after all, under no circumstances had they ever expected to find themselves being pumped full of his cum—not once, but twice—in the room next to the one where all the nobility of the ‘Ton mingled and chattered.

But how could they focus on anything else, when every vein and every ridge of him dragged against their walls so deliciously? How could they form a coherent thought, when his swollen tip abused that one spot that drove them mad with lust and had them writhing in his arms and crying his name like a wanton whore?

“Albert! F-fuck, slow down—!”

He clicked his tongue in mocking disapproval, an almost-condescending smile on his perfect face as he saw how their actions contradicted their words. They were pushing back to meet every single one of his thrusts, eager for the pornographic squelching that came with the meeting of skin against skin and his cock into their sopping hole.

“You say that, but all I hear is 'more, more, more,’” he chuckled. His hands had a mind of their own at this point. One had sought purchase in their thigh, fingers digging deep enough to leave bruises that had them squirming delightfully in their seat for days afterwards, while the other had reached up to pinch at their hardened nipples through their fancy clothes. “And I need to fuck you well enough to leave a mark inside you. After all, no one can do this but me, hm?”

A strangled moan left their mouth as he drove in particularly deep to punctuate the point he was trying to make.

“Your words, sweetheart.”

“Oh, God, yes. Sir, yes, sir. Only you, sir.”

With a tug at their thick locks, he smashed their mouths together, hungrily kissing them as if they would die if they weren’t connected in every single way possible. Teeth gnashed and tugged, and tongues tasted and sucked, so messily that he could swear he could see them drooling a little past the corner of their mouth.

Breathily, after pulling away for a moment, he asked, “Not even Lord Harrington?” What they could muster was only a small sound of dazed confusion, to which he tugged at their hair again and forced them to meet his burning emerald gaze. “He seemed awfully friendly with you earlier. Going on and on about his lands and perks, I presume?”

“N-no! Albert, I would never—“

“It isn’t a matter of whether or not you would, darling. Of course you wouldn’t,” he chuckled half-heartedly, though there was anything but mirth in his voice. He slammed up into them, his pace growing unforgiving, and causing them to twist and whine out another plea. “After all, he wouldn’t be able to ruin you like this. I always knew you liked it rough. I wonder, what he would say if he saw you like this, full of my cock and begging for it harder?”

In a rather ironic twist of fate, the door handle of the drawing room was being twisted open at that moment, and Albert barely had a few seconds to pull the both of them behind the curtains and press them up against the window. Footsteps resounded in the room, and he could hear the sigh of what could only be Lord Harrington himself sitting in an armchair and pulling out a cigarette in the furthest corner of the room.

Albert’s cruel smirk showed just how delighted he was at this turn of events. Before they could even register what was happening, he began pounding into them again, earning a surprised keen of pleasure, before he clamped his hand over their drooling mouth.

“Be quiet,” he hissed into their ear, “We're not alone. Or do you want Lord Harrington to see you all fucked out and desperate for my cum?” When he felt them clenching around him at his words, a jolt of surprise and arousal ran through him. “Oh? Looks like you do want that. Want him to see your pathetic little hole stretched around me? I could arrange that, darling. Just say the word.”

A pinch to their aching nipple, and then a tap to their thigh urged them to push harder against him and take him in deeper. Impossibly fast and ruthless, Albert paid little mind to the fact that Lord Harrington was smoking a mere few meters away from them and could very easily hear them, if not see them altogether. After all, it seemed like his naughty sweetheart had taken a liking to the idea of getting caught.

With a practiced hand, he reached down to teasingly touch them right where they liked it, mixing that with his firm grip. His other hand muffling their breathy gasps and shameless moans, it didn’t take long for him to feel their muscles spasming around him, their orgasm coming crashing into them. That delicious feeling alone coaxed his throbbing length to spill inside their warm walls, and he cursed under his breath at the sight of his cum spilling from where they were joined so messily, and down their flushed and bruised thighs.

In a daring display of lewdness that almost stunned him, they scooped his release from between their thighs as he pulled out of them with a low hiss, and stuck their fingers into their mouth. A satisfied hum, and they were licking every drop off their wet fingers. That sight alone kindled yet another raging fire inside of him; one that couldn’t be satisfied with a mere quick fuck behind the curtains.

“Just so you know,” they shakily whispered, clinging onto his lapels as they still seemed a little exhausted from their passionate craze, “It’s not his presence that makes the difference. It’s the thought of you showing us—me, off. That’s all, really.”

Albert could only swallow thickly, as he felt his heart thud in his chest. He barely registered the fact that Lord Harrington’s footsteps had taken him out of the room and closed the door behind him. All he could think of at the moment was that he couldn’t think of a more perfect person to have fallen so irrevocably in love with.

With a gentleness that had been absent from his fit of jealousy, he began to readjust their rumpled and half-strewn clothes. Clasping their sticky hands in his, he pulled them in closer for a tender, almost-laughably-chaste kiss to their soft lips.

“Let’s go outside and bid everyone our farewells. We can make it back home before ten.” He glanced at his watch for confirmation, then nodded. Brushing back their hair, he met their eyes, no less sensual, but all the more fond. “I want to love every inch of you tonight.”

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