#you moran

[somerandomgal19]

Now this…

…is hot.

[syn0vial]

imagine vader trying to do his trademark "disciplinary force choke" thing on boba after he gets a little bit too impudent, and boba just gritting his teeth and pushing forward until he's close enough to force vader's actual physical hand around his throat, not even remotely as a gesture of devotion or obedience but fully a declaration of, "you think i'm scared of you?? you think you're so precious you can strangle a man and not even get your hands dirty??? let me show you exactly how little i think of your pretentious fucking magic tricks, you pompous wizard fuck 🤬"

and meanwhile vader's just standing there with his hands full of Angry Bounty Hunter like, "unfortunately, i have decided this one is my Favorite :/"

[ranposbabe]

(Ongoing) Masterlist

Delightful | William James Moriarty x Reader

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

To be continued…

[cupidandcherubs]

Yuumori doodles! (⁠･ั⁠ω⁠･ั⁠) Moran accepting the fact he has to clean is now my favourite animal.

[windienine]

i want to teach you how to play chuubo's marvelous wish-granting engine...

(diceless rpg released by jenna k. moran in 2011)

... in as few words as i can manage!

there's a person running the game and playing the world (here, they're called the hollyhock god or "HG" for short.)

and one or more other people playing several characters who serve as the game's central cast (the player characters, or "PCs" for short.)

if you're one of the PCs, your main goal is to progress through a storyline by earning experience points ("XP") before play, you'll be given a little card with a set of goals on it. this is a quest. it describes the kind of story you're here to tell with your character today.

a quest needs a certain amount of XP to be completed, at which point you earn a reward and proceed to the next quest.

you can get XP in a few common ways:

completing the goals described on your quest card (major goals can only be completed once and give a large amount of XP, flavor goals can be repeated indefinitely but grant a smaller number)

participating in scenes with other PCs and/or the HG, talking to and working with one another and describing how your character feels. (this is an XP action, and you can take one once per scene)

evoking a specific emotion out of the other players that they reward you with XP for (this is called emotion XP)

a scene involves one or more PCs interacting with one another or the world. once everyone's been in two scenes and taken two XP actions, that is a chapter. you tally up all the XP you earned, refresh your resources, and the session is over.

that is the core loop. you try to progress directly on your quest, you spend scenes interacting with other players, and you play into the archetype you've chosen for a few bonuses. finish a quest, unlock a new storyline.

in other words: you have experiences as your character which give them the will to grow and change.

check out this example ^^^

this one's structured for a loner character-- some mad scientist or mage who knows that the world is in danger and is eager to solve that problem all alone.

but... this isn't really a story about singular great men solving singular great problems alone, though. how much can you tell about this character, their conflicts, and where they're headed, all based on the quest structure alone?

your challenge is to:

do the things listed on the card, when possible. take up burdens, structure the weird ominous dreams and portents your character is experiencing, create scenarios where they have to rely on others against their better judgement (quest XP).

spend time with the natural world and/or the other PCs every scene, having experiences that affect your character personally (XP actions).

act as your character in ways that drive the other players to stunned speechlessness, the usual target reaction for this character's archetype (emotion XP).

be loose and have some fun with it. you'll be working with several quests at a time, so try to chain them together and create openings for other players to fulfill their own goals as well.

... and you've done it! those are the fundamental basics of the game!

[haveyouseenthisseries-poll]

[its-langgg]

what if in a cracked modern/college au, lang made a onceler club and she recruited azure and moran to spread the agenda

yeha. yeah i think thats a good idea

[frost-queen]

Don't ever dare (Fem!Reader x Lorraine Moran)

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With the window slightly down the wind played with Lorraine’s hair. Her hand resting gently on your lap. Your hands were sturdy on the steering wheel trying to pay attention to the directions. Lorraine seemed to care little for it. Simply enjoying the drive in her own little bubble. To her it felt like a dream. Wind in her hair, the radio playing a sweet song and her hand on yours.

“Lorraine can you check whether it was left or right?” – you asked her keeping your focus on the road. When Lorraine didn’t respond you called out her name. Lorraine hummed loud as if being woken up from a dream. – “Left or right?” – you asked a second time. – “Oh.” – Lorraine released her hand from your lap to reach for the map on the dashboard.

“A bit quicker love.” – you told her already haven slowed down to make sure you didn’t miss the direction. You hated being lost. Lorraine checked the map letting her finger trail the lines. – “Left!” – she called out pointing in the direction. You stepped on the gas, taking the left turn. Lorraine got pushed back in her seat with a loud huff.

She glanced your way with brief shock yet after seeing the focus in your eyes, she curled up a smile. You were still focusing on the road when you felt a touch on your chin. It made you hum confused, turning your head quick to her. Seeing her smile made you furrow your brows. – “What?” – you questioned switching your gaze from her to the road. – “Nothing… I was just reminded of how much I love you.” – She answered.

It took you a second to get it in your head before chuckling. – “You are weird Lorraine.” – you teased her. Lorraine placed her hand on your lap once more. – “And that is why you married me.” – she spoke leaning in to leave a fluttering kiss on your cheek. – “Lor I���m driving.” – you told her keeping the wheel steady.

“But do it again.” – you told her. Lorraine gave you another kiss against the cheek as you asked. Lorraine then let out loud breath, admiring the scenery. Wondering how lucky she was with you. Marrying the one that instantly believed in her.

You pulled over on the gravely path that led up to the house. The house looking ominous between a forest of trees. Lorraine and you got out at the same time. Lorraine took a deep breath looking at the house. – “Hey!” – you called out making her turn her head to you. – “You tell me when you sense something, understood!” – you made clear. Lorraine nodded with a warm smile of your protectiveness.

Lorraine and you went up to the house when you suddenly felt something at the back of your head. Like a little stone flicked at your head. – “Au.” – you said rubbing your head confused. – “What is it?” – Lorraine asked worriedly. – “Something hit my head!” – you let her know looking annoyed around. Lorraine lowered your hand to look at your head. Giving it a soft blow of her breath.

“There love. All better.” – she spoke. – “Probably some annoying kids.” – you mumbled taking her hand. With one last glare over your shoulder you went up to the house with her. As usual Lorraine and you were welcomed into the house. Asked a set of questions. Had a look around and talked to every family member separately. It being the first day, you knew you rarely had any activity if their claims were true.

Lorraine and you made it back to the motel you were staying. You joined her on the porch, moving your arms around her waist. Lorraine inhaled deeply when you kissed her neck. – “Everything alright love?” – you asked. Lorraine hummed soft with a soft nod. She moved her hands on top of yours around her waist. – “I always am when I have you in my arms.” – she teased making you chuckle.

Lorraine turned round letting her hand brush against your cheek. – “I am so happy with you.” – she spoke. You took her hand lowering it. – “You say that every day.” – you reminded her. – “That is because it is true Y/n.”  - she responded with a faint smile. – “I wouldn’t know what I would do without you.” – she breathed out. – “Miss out on all the love I give you.” – you answered taking her hand.

Bringing it up you gave her body a little nudge so she would twirl underneath your arm. It made her giggle as you took her by the waist. Rocking her body against yours in a dance. Lorraine laughed loud when you started to dance with her. No music, no watchers, just her and you. Dancing with all the love you had for each other. Ending it with a loving kiss.

The next day Lorraine and you were back at the house. You walked up to the house once more hit in the back. This time you felt the impact. As if a bigger stone got thrown against the back of your head. – “Au!” – you called out rubbing your head. You looked down seeing a rock on the ground the size  a golf ball. Your eyes widened seeing a spot of red on it. – “Am I bleeding?” – you yelped out. Lorraine’s eyes widened as well seeing the blood speck on the rock.

She immediately turned you towards her, having a look.  She felt around and indeed her fingers were wet with blood. – “Y/n!” – she panicked. – “It’s fine… I’m fine…” – you told her touching your head. Feeling the slight sting of pain. Finger tops stained with your blood. – “Let’s get you inside.” – Lorraine said taking you by the arm. The two of you walked up to the house. Jumping back when a rooftile dropped at your feet. If Lorraine hadn’t pulled you away, it would’ve hit you on the head. Both of you stared in shock at the roof tile.

“It appears someone doesn’t appreciate my arrival.” – you joked trying to find the humour in it. Lorraine slapped you against your arm. – “Something is trying to hurt you Y/n! We must be cautious.” – she filled in with worry. – “Let them try!” – you shouted loud throwing your first up to the sky. – “Y/n!” – Lorraine shouted pulling your hand down. – “Do not tempt them! They are more powerful than you know.” – Lorraine was glaring at you for attempting to mock them. – “I’m just showing them I’m not backing off.” – you told her.

Lorraine sighed soft. – “Let’s… let’s just not upset them.” – she asked hoping you wouldn’t taunt them more. Knowing how brave you were. Not backing down when some spirit or demon would taunt you. You were always ready to fight them, especially to keep them away from Lorraine. She so hoped you would keep it down. Stepping over the fallen roof tile you entered the house once more.

A different atmosphere hanging around. Yesterday it was still light-hearted. Now it felt heavier. The air harder to breath in. The owners sat in the living room with Lorraine. You stood up right behind her, observing. Watching how she talked to them and sensed her way through. 

A sound caught your attention, making you turn your head. Something had been knocked over and you wanted to investigate it. Seeing how Lorraine was still occupied, you decided to go on your own. Leaving the living room you looked around for any clues to what could’ve fallen over. There was another sound drawing you closer. It appeared to come from the basement.

Without any further thought you opened the door. A dark gaping hole staring back at you. You felt at the side for a switch when there was none. So in the dark you went downstairs. Feeling the railing as you went down. Step by step. The darkness swallowing you whole in it’s mouth. Down below it felt cold. So cold your breath formed in front of you. Finding steady ground you moved more to the middle.

Seeing the faint flicker of a metal cord in the darkness. You reached for it, feeling it in your hand. Your breath shuddered as it felt like a presence was behind you. With one hard pull you lighted the small lightbulb above your head. The basement lighted up. It looked less scary in the light. You looked around for anything of significance.

Spotting a few cardboard boxes you knelt down. Moving some old stuff out of the way to reach them. Some had specks of mold below on the edges. You carefully opened one flap of the cardboard box feeling a tingle go up your spine. A cold rush giving you a fright. Sensing something in the corner of your eye, you slowly turned your head. Before you could see it fully a brick got flung at you. Hitting you square in the head, knocking you out.

Your body fell sideways to the ground. Out cold. Upstairs was Lorraine listening to the couple suddenly noticing you were out of her reach. Turning her head with a frown, she wondered where you went. Till a chill went down her spine, making her gasp loud. A grasp of cold wrapping around her throat. It made her jump up. – “Y/n!” – she started calling out.

Taking a run for it she searched around till she noticed the open door to the basement. Her heart dropped feeling something was wrong. – “Y/n!” – she screamed out, running down the stairs. – “Y/n!” – Lorraine panicked nearly missing a few steps. Lorraine came to the basement in full darkness. – “Where is she!” – she called out looking worried around. – “Where is she!” – she screamed out demanding to know where you were. It was clearly taunting with her as she heard a bellowing laughter.

Lorraine revealed her cross necklace. – “You will not have her!” – she yelled holding it tight in her hands. Closing her eyes she thought deep about you. Letting her love for you guide her. Lorraine took a deep breath, taking a few steps. She flicked the lights on having found the metal cord. The lights flashed on as her eyes widened. – “Y/n!” – she screamed going up to you. She dove to her knees pulling onto her lap. Seeing the head wound on you made her scream loud.

She straightened her posture, hardening her expression. – “This will be the last time you taunt anyone. I will cast you from this world and I shall do it with a smile. You hideous creature! I will make sure any existence of you is wiped off this earth.” – she bellowed. The basement felt like shaking. The metal cord bouncing around as dust flew down from between the creaks on the ceiling. – “Lo…Lorraine.” – you slowly gained conscious, waking up.

Lorraine looked down at you with a yelp of relief. You pulled yourself a bit up. Lorraine let her finger brush over your wound. You kissed her hard to cancel out the shaking. Lorraine kissed you hard back wishing for it to go away. The shaking slowed down till it eventually stopped. Lorraine and you pulled away. – “Come for me or my wife again and you will burn for eternity!” – you called out, taunting the demon.

This time Lorraine didn’t discipline you on it. Rather she joined you, calling out her own warning. For if it ever came for you again, it would regret it.

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[calkestis]

i don't think i paid enough attention tot this conversation before. but man, it hits and it probably broke cal to hear this truth - "if you can't beat them - not even you - nobody can". they're not the raiders, not dagan, they're too big to be fought by one man

the hopelessness of this is shattering

[nilusart]

My MC from Sea of Stars, Val Moran, chilling in the Outlands with Churro. If you haven't checked Sea of Stars yet, I recommend you doing it. It's a interactive sci-fi story where you can create your character and romance all the aliens. I designed the main cast and the aiczeots species, I had to add Moran to the combo as well. Go show @13leaguestories your support for the amazing story!

[theweepingangelofcas]

Hello! I would love some Moriarty the Patriot Head cannons with Sebastian reacting to a new member of the group and eventually falling in love with her (or them)

By the way, hope you're doing okay. ✨

I'm doing fine and dandy, how about you? Let's fawn over our fav sassy sniper man together :)

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Brand New - Sebastian Moran x Reader

He, in all honesty, didn't care too much who William added the their group.

As long as they stayed out of range of his rifle, he was fine with it.

You were a little different, though.

"A new member, Will?" He snuffed out his cigarette in the ashtray beside him, "Didn't know we were still looking for people." All William could do in response was chuckle, "We are always looking for people to join our cause." As if on cue, there was a knock at the door to William's study. The man in question hummed, "Come on in." A young woman stepped in. Moran eyed her up and down, taking in her appearance. Her hair was pulled back into a simple taut bun, her e/c eyes shyly downturned as she spoke, "William? Is this the man you wanted me to meet?" No. Way. Sebastian laughed, "Is this broad the wife of that guy you hired?" He gestured into your general vicinity, "She looks like she'd need help asking a clerk for assistance at the corner shop." All you could do in response was scowl, but before you acted, William raised a hand to stop you. His other hand picked up a stack of papers on his desk, promptly using them to smack Moran on the head. "She is more than capable at carrying out her role here. Moran, you are dismissed."

Moran continued badgering you as you two walked through the halls, his voice booming in the open space, "You look too shy to be here, birdie." He tested the nickname on his tongue. "You're so quiet. You gotta speak up if you want anyone here to listen." He kept walking, but stopped once he realised something was very different. He couldn't hear your footsteps anymore. Looking around him, you were gone. "Birdie?" Sebastian whipped his head around, trying to listen for you, "Come on, I didn't mean it that seriously-" He froze when he felt cold metal on his throat, so very close to his adam's apple. Your free hand had grasped one of his arms, tugging it behind his back painfully. Plush lips traced the shell of his ear, and though he considered himself a war-hardened man, he could have sworn he felt a flutter in his heart. "Sebastian, was it?" Oh. Your voice was no longer meek. No longer timid. A poison had seeped into your words, making his knees go weak. "Perhaps I should call you Basher? Wouldn't that be fun?" Your words were pointed by the dagger digging ever so slightly into his throat, and he could feel a nervous bead of sweat fall down his forehead. "Well, Basher," The knife withdrew, and he whipped around, only to find you weren't there anymore. "Just so you know," He turned his head foreward again, towards where he had been previously facing. There you were, sheepish expression gone. Your eyes were like a siren's, captivating him helplessly. "Just because I am small, just because I am bashful, does not mean I am incapable of holding my own." You turned then, heading back to your room, before throwing a wink over your shoulder, "You might wanna look in the mirror, loverboy. You got a little something on your neck." His eyes widened, turning to the reflective vase on the table beside him. A few drops of blood had appeared around his jugular, almost forming in the shape of a heart. He looked back in your direction. You were gone again.

[geospiral]

"Thank you for not prolonging my suffering. I hope you get to live a long and happy life."

[ranposbabe]

Delightful | William James Moriarty x Reader

Chapter 20

Your neck aches. Badly. Not in tightness. No. Your neck felt a burning sensation only where the pitiful necklace was wrapped around practically choking you. Your hand reaches hesitantly for it and yet no matter the tug, it’s clearly not going anywhere.

You lay awake in the intolerable excuse of a bed. The covers thrown off as it felt like scratches against your sensitive skin. Your legs slightly shake due to the coldness and the unsettling anxiousness as your heart beats too quickly for your liking. You sit up in an attempt to stop the suffocation but it’s too much.

Just thinking about the constant feeling that your insides despised you and were shrinking in vain made it many times worse.

You want it to stop. If it can’t stop then let it be a break. Your nails dig into your arms in response, leaving behind temporarily dents in your flesh.

It’s late. So late that you don’t even hear the sounds of crows or anything. The manor is so quiet. Your ears crave for the sound of something comforting. You wonder had everyone gone to bed ? If they had good for them. You were curious, had they ever woken up in the middle of the night and felt the god awful nauseous feeling that buries itself into the depth of your belly. You think that if they ever did, at least they probably had a reason to.

You just woke up never feeling at ease.

For a moment you think of William. You can’t imagine him not being at ease. He’s so collected together at all times and aswell he’s so mature. How does he do it ?

The curtains not closed so you can see right out to the never ending darkness.

It’s so dark outside that you can barely even make out the grass. But only then when you stared out a shadow amongst shadows appeared. Like a tall figure making itself known. “What the fuck ?” You mumble, rubbing your eyes in an attempt to clear your mind and sight. It’s still there. Your heart is beating fast again and your brain is convincing you that you’re going to vomit. The sudden adrenaline makes you run. You run, barefoot, right down the stairs and before you can tell yourself to stop you’re standing outside in the freezing cold garden.

“At last we meet again.” A voice spoke out, the figure had its back turned.

“Are you talking to me ?” You awkwardly turn, as if there was someone obviously there.

Although you’re still not sure if you’re dreaming or not. Your eyes wander yet your figure remains still. No matter how much you squint you still can’t make out anything.

“It’s like !” You start, looking down at your wrist only to realise. “Shit I haven’t got a watch.”

“It’s like two in the morning, what do you want ?” Tiredness gave you the ability to lack to care for stranger danger.

“If you’re looking for one of the men they’re inside.” You instantly take it back because wait who is this person ? Could be a thief for all you know ! “I’ve no interest in speaking to others. Frankly not even to you but I must make it known.”

“Okayyy.” You have a blank stare.

All this confusion was starting to give you a headache. Are you dreaming or something ?

You don’t recall your dreams ever being this vivid. “I should’ve put atleast socks on.” You shake your head. Your toes were worryingly starting to look blue. You have a headache at this point.

The figure, a man, turn and you can just about make out a top hat and a indigo coat. Somewhat familiar ? “You risk yourself searching for answers that serve no purpose to your cause.” He states, his tone clear as day. You can’t make out his face. Does he even have one ? Before you can question anything, in a swift moment a sharpness enters you and suddenly you’re really cold.

You barely look down, too afraid to look but when you have the courage to look up again, he’s vanished.

You thought your heart racing was bad ? You thought period cramps were bad ? Fuck that ! this was ten times unimaginablely worse.

You place your hand onto your stomach only to feel something wet. Somethings definitely not right. You looked down and suddenly all was clear. Your hand stained in scarlet.

You’ve. Been. Stabbed.

Just when you thought your headache was starting to go away.

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[tinkerleaf]

Housework

So this little fic was something I wrote in like 2021 with the help of Dreamily, but I loved it too much not to share. I love MtP and had to put something on my blog for it. I also didn't mean to make Moran sound dumb lol. ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ Synopsis: Moran can't stand to do chores, and Louis can't stand him. The reader tries to save the day. gn reader Pairings: Sebastian Moran/reader/a little bit of everybody Words: 830 Genre: fluff? comedy? lighthearted Warnings: none that I can think of.

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Sebastian was truly a ditz when it came to chores. You had caught Louis scolding him for not helping around with the housework numerous times and couldn’t help but laugh.

Louis was very strict in his expectations and how he ran things, but it made you so happy to know that Sebastian was attempting to do his chores for once.

Normally, he asked Fred or you to do them, which you hated. Especially when you have your own things to do.

But this time? This time, you felt bad about telling him off. As for Louis? He was ecstatic.

You went inside William’s office to pick up some needed papers to finish writing up for his next mission. Unsurprisingly, you found him asleep upon opening the door. He typically fell asleep in strange places all the time due to exhaustion, and you really couldn’t blame him. You could see how often William had been working recently, so it made sense for him to find refuge in such a quiet room. You didn't dare wake him.

However, what did wake him was the sound of glass breaking from downstairs. He jolted awake and was almost startled seeing you there in front of his desk. You two maintained eye contact briefly before he finally spoke, “What was that noise?”

You sighed, “I’m not sure, but if I were to guess, Sebastian dropped another frame.”

He stared at you for another moment giving you a small smile, “Never a dull moment in this house, is there?”

“Not really, no.”

With that said, he got up and left the room as you followed suit. You went through the hallway and down the steps leading to the foyer. Sebastian was standing near the staircase looking down at Louis with fear in his eyes. His hands were above his head and guilt was written all over his face.

Looking down beside the two, you saw the shattered picture frame dispersed on the floor. You rolled your eyes, “You know, I didn’t want to be correct.”

Sebastian whipped around to look at you, “It was an accident! Honest! Louis told me to dust the frames and I did!” He lowered a hand to the back of his neck, “And then it fell…”

Louis stepped forward, “Well, you can't put it back together, right?” He looked directly at Sebastian and then at you, “You can't always ask one of us to fix your problem. We don’t care how it happened. You need to clean the mess, Moran! It’s a simple task.”

“Fine, fine.” The large man muttered before stepping back towards the closet.

You sighed and began to walk away from the scene when Louis stopped you. “Wait! Come here for a second.” You followed him to the kitchen. When you both were inside, he closed the door and turned to you. “I cannot take this anymore.” He pushed his glasses back.

Rather than responding, you simply nodded.

“He does this every time I ask him to do something.” He took out his handkerchief and dabbed it across his forehead. “He does this for attention, you know? But it’s never enough.”

You heard the closet door reopen.

His eyebrows furrowed and sighed, “Please…” He put a hand on your shoulder, “Do something about that stupid man.”

You gave him a nod before heading back to find Sebastian sitting on the couch.

“What are you doing?” You asked annoyed.

He turned to look at you, “Oh!” Before he could say anything else, you crossed your arms and glared at him. He stood up and began picking up the pieces of the frame.

Once they were all gone, you shook your head. “Do I have to watch over you all the time to make sure you do what you’re supposed to do? I only hope you’re not like this on missions.”

He snapped his head up, “No! Of course not!”

“Then why are you letting this go on?”

“Because I hate it when he tells me what to do…and it’s fun to watch him get pissy over little things.”

You scoffed, “There’s no way that’s it.”

“And why not?”

“Because that’s stupid!”

He narrowed his eyes at you, “I thought you were on my side.”

“I’m not on anyone’s side! It’s just,” you paused. “Look, just try to make it less obvious that you’re making fun of him. He doesn’t deserve it. He’s stressed enough as it is. And stop throwing your chores to Fred!”

“Fred doesn’t mind.”

“That doesn’t make it right! Stop it!”

He opened his mouth and then closed it. “I understand.”

“Alright. Now let’s get back to work.”

The rest of the night passed without any further incidents, though Sebastian did drop a wine glass or two while Louis was gone.

As you were putting away the dishes after dinner, you heard a loud crash coming from upstairs, followed by yelling.

‘Damnit.”

[thekenobee]

ok I'll just send you more ideas for cabin pressure x poirot crossovers as I relisten to eps

Hastings: Poirot's put me in charge of the faxes.

Miss Lemon: Are you sure, Mr Poirot? Because some people do still have fax machines.

Poirot: Yes, yes some people do. We don't though. (not sure yet what scene this would go well with)

Never enough of Cabin Pressure x POiROT!!

[becauseofthebowties]

Monday concert, Jus In Bello Con 13 | Rome, June 19th 2023

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