#yuukoku no moriarty manga

[ohbil]

(ch 78) william james moriarty icons

[adrasteaeydiate]

OMFG ????????!!! 😱😱😱😱😍😍😍😍

[wait-thats-illegal]

Yall I'm so confused about the new yuumori chapter, does anyone know where you can read it online?? I found one version (which is the latest chapter, where they go back to their old estate and the panel with "Devil's house" is written above the door) but it's in Arabic? I can't find a translation anywhere and no other sites have it (most only go up to like 66 or 66.5, depending on the site.) Like I'm totally chill with waiting for the translation to come our cause that shit takes time and dedication (much love to our translators, you have my entire heart ily) but I'm just curious like what's going on with the manga in general

Also apparently they're also turning the light novels into manga adaptations too? So far I think they've done one (I can't remember which unfortunately) and are in the process of making The Eternal Children (I think its 2 chapters per novel??) So that might be what's going on while the main manga is on hiatus (I read somewhere its on hiatus?? But I'm not sure??) But I've found those translated but not the newest manga chapter? I'm just like super confused lmao

Also if and when Louis and the Aquaria gets a manga adaptation I will Not shut up about it and Will proceed to lose my absolute shit for about 2 weeks (this light novel, I think, is so important for his character development but not many people know about it so like if yall wanna hear my thoughts about it I so will

[dork-apocalypse]

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[avocado62524]

[courtesanofdeath]

Mysteries are there to be solved! It'd spoil all the fun if someone were to give me the answer, you fool!

happy birthday sherlock ~

[chihuahuat0by]

Continuing! My Sad Victorian Children! aka anime/manga set in a victorian setting that I enjoy lol!

Part of me trying to play with a childrens book style, this time with: Vanitas, Black Butler, Pandora hearts and D.greyman!

Planning on making a part 2 of this with any other victorian set/themed series I come across and like, if anyone has any reccs lmk!

I apologize for the delay on this .w.

[artisticfangirlingotaku]

Lmao the tags 🤣🤣 But soo trueeee. Like this was my favourite chapter and Billy represented the entirety of Sherliam shippers throughout the manga loll

[SPOILERS FOR MANGA CHAPTER 75]

It's always i love you never-

"I want you to keep the fire in my heart ablaze. And I want us to live together, share our worries together."

"I want you to live with me, too"

"Mhm, If you'll have me."

They are so gay.

[ryuusea]

sherliam rkgk, flirting with “mr. scott” + drabble:

A pleased smile pulls at the corner of his lips, easily mistaken for pleasantries by anybody else. But he isn’t just anyone else. Sherlock Holmes recognizes the playful invitation to a game, and lets himself be tugged in.

“To what do I owe the pleasure of a visit by the renowned consulting detective, and London’s savior, the Mr. Sherlock Holmes?”

“You teach maths, correct, Mr… Scott, was it? Do you like maths puns?”

With that, Sherlock crowds into him, so close that his chest is but a mere breath’s take away from the teacher’s back. Mr. Scott isn’t daunted by the bold move, does not allow himself to be pushed up against the blackboard. He indulges Sherlock with a curious lilt of his head.

“Indeed. As for the latter, perhaps. Impress me, Mr. Holmes.”

A wide and eager grin, egged on by his words, splits across his face. Sherlock picks up a piece of chalk and leans around Mr. Scott, to messily scratch in the answer to the arithmetic problem on the board just beside his head. Sherlock doesn’t miss the way the other turns his face in towards his exposed neck, nor the surreptitious inhale. It sends shivers along Sherlock’s spine, not unlike the first time he had been allured by scarlet eyes admiring sequences in a spiraling staircase.

Sherlock sets down the chalk, leans back just enough so he can drink in the look the maths teacher is giving him from beneath hooded lashes, also dyed dark – that kid really is thorough with his disguises – it’s a patient, expectant look. One you don’t want to disappoint.

“Ya know, I feel like we could manage some integration later.”

“Oh? What kind of integration?”

He licks his lips, an already eager grin turning wolfish. “The type with undefined limits.”

A shift as he considers Sherlock’s words, spectacles catching the light through the windows. For but a split second, Sherlock cannot see those eyes through the reflected sunlight on the lenses. Then, a soft laugh puffs out from between lightly pursed lips. Mr. Scott raises a hand to his mouth, chuckles again. It reminds Sherlock of mornings over shared coffee, filled with amused, yet most importantly of all, approving smiles. Sherlock feels his heart surge, chest swelling with warmth – it’s been far too long, he’s missed seeing and hearing that –

The maths teacher fully turns around then. It’s his turn to push him back, to invade Sherlock’s space.

“I’m afraid that’s well above my pay grade, Mr. Holmes, I am but a teacher to primary school children…” His eyes narrow, sharpening, darting towards the classroom doorway in warning. Ah. But, shielded from view by Sherlock, he lifts a hand to run a teasing forefinger down Sherlock’s shirt placket, down until he’s caught at the intersection of his closed jacket, then withdraws, “But we can continue this conversation in my office.”

—

Thanks to this Reddit post for inspiration:

[rifulofthewest]

The difference in ways William works in London and Durham is ridiculous

London: a terrible criminal mastermind who never shows his face. If you want to contact him, you need to find the contact person,

and only if you are very lucky will you be able to meet him 1 on 1 in the church and hear his voice.

Or see his face and die immediately afterwards - if you are unlucky.

Durham: He tells everyone who he is and leaves most of them alive. He is present at every scene of crime. And that's not even all,...

Want to know his motivation, Durham? Here you go.

Sherlock and Charles were doing all this detective mental gymnastics, looking for his birth certificate, when all they had to do was ask anyone in Durham

--- ---- ------ ---- ----- ---- ---- ---- ---- ----- ---- ----

William was doused with cold water. What did he do ?

Went home to Louis to take a warm bath and change into dry clothes? No.

Went to Susanne because she would give him a little towel and possibly information? Yes✅✅

William blossomed as a character in Durham, even though he was still entirely focused on killing

The day news broke (in London) that William is the Lord of Crime and had died, is certainly marked as a mournful day in Durham

[sophistication-as]

classmate!william x reader

modern au 💌 genius x genius

1.9k – fluff, masturbation (m!), pda, soft kisses

@cafekitsune thank you for the divider

happy new year, everyone! thanks for all the support. don’t forget to stay safe and drink plenty of water 💗

classmate!william who always saves a seat for you in the auditorium. he tilts his head slightly, a soft smile playing on his lips as he whispers that he likes being close to someone so dedicated, his voice quieter than the murmur of students around you. he’s never been much of a talker in class, but somehow, with you, silence feels comfortable.

classmate!william who loves your eloquence when you discuss different subjects, his gaze lingering a little too long on the curve of your lips as you speak. even if your words weren’t the only thing he paid attention to, he’d always nod along, offering thoughtful responses just to keep the conversation going.

classmate!william who notices your habit of slipping away for a quiet moment with a cup of coffee. he surprises you one afternoon, setting a steaming cup beside your notebook without a word. “black, no sugar,” he murmurs, his tone as casual as if you hadn’t just realized he’s been paying attention to your preferences all along.

classmate!william who finds you asleep in the library, your head resting on a pile of notes. instead of waking you, he gently places his coat over your shoulders and sits across from you, quietly reading until you wake.

classmate!william who tries to make sense of the unfamiliar warmth that stirs in his chest every time your hand brushes his when passing notes in class. he tells himself it’s nothing, just a momentary distraction, but the thought lingers longer than it should, gnawing at his carefully crafted focus.

classmate!william who clenches his jaw when albert teases him about the way his expression softens around you. he brushes it off, claiming it’s just admiration for your intellect, but deep down, he’s terrified of what it might mean to want something so far outside his carefully built world.

classmate!william who wakes up with his body aching, his breath uneven as fragments of a dream about you flood his mind. his hand is already wrapped around his cock, the slick evidence of his arousal staining the sheets as he strokes himself slowly, trying to chase the ghost of your touch from his dream. his hips jerk involuntarily as your imagined whispers echo in his ears, the way your lips parted just for him, the way you said his name, dripping with need.

he spills himself messily, his cum pooling over his abdomen and staining the blankets beneath him. shame crashes over him almost immediately, and his hand falters as he stares at the mess he’s made. william exhales harshly, his chest rising and falling, his usually calm demeanor completely unraveled. he’s disgusted with himself, not just for the act, but for the fact that it felt so good to think of you like that—too good.

the next morning, he’s brooding more than usual, his jaw clenched as louis and albert exchange amused glances. "someone didn’t sleep well," albert comments with a smirk, and louis adds innocently, "you seem... distracted, william. something on your mind?" he glares at them both, his ears burning as their teasing continues. but it doesn’t stop there. when he sees you later in class, your innocent smile only stokes the lingering fire in his chest. he forces himself to look away, biting back the memory of his dream and the shameful pleasure he took from it. for once, william james moriarty finds himself losing control—and it terrifies him.

classmate!william who, one evening, when he sees you sitting by yourself in the library again, can’t help but walk over. your concentration is so intense that you don’t even notice him approaching. “mind if i join you?” he asks, his voice surprisingly steady despite the flutter in his chest. you look up, meeting his gaze, and something in his chest tightens at the way your eyes light up with recognition.

you nod, and he sits beside you, just close enough to feel the warmth of your presence without crossing that invisible line he’s so careful to maintain. the silence between you both isn’t awkward—far from it. it’s a comfortable quiet, filled with the rustling of pages and the occasional glance exchanged.

classmate!william who glances at you from the corner of his eye, noticing how the soft glow of the streetlights catches your hair, casting it in a warm, golden hue. there’s a small, content smile on your lips, a look that seems to say you’re at ease in this quiet company. his heart beats a little faster, and before he can stop himself, his hand reaches out, brushing against yours.

classmate!william who, after weeks of stolen glances and quiet conversations, finds himself walking beside you on a crisp evening, the cool air brushing past the two of you. the path to the dorms is empty, save for the soft rustling of leaves in the trees and the occasional murmur of distant voices from the campus. it's a moment suspended in time, just the two of you, and for the first time, the silence feels heavy with something unspoken.

you look up at him, eyes widening just slightly, and for a moment, the world slows down around you both. his breath catches as he realizes how close the two of you are, the touch lingering longer than usual. he’s always been good at hiding his feelings, but in that small, stolen moment, he’s not so sure anymore. he can feel the warmth of your skin against his, and the space between you feels impossibly small.

classmate!william who clears his throat softly, as though trying to dispel the sudden tension. “i… i didn’t mean to…” he starts, but his words die in his throat as your eyes meet his, soft and searching. you both stand there for a beat too long, as if neither of you knows exactly what to do.

then, almost instinctively, you step closer, closing the small distance between you both. his heart races as you look up at him, your gaze softening. and just like that, it feels like everything falls into place.

you’re not sure who leans in first, but the next thing you know, his lips are brushing against yours, tentative and gentle, like he’s testing the waters.

classmate!william who feels the warmth of your kiss seep through him, a surge of emotions he hasn’t quite figured out flooding his chest. it’s slow and careful at first, a quiet exploration of something neither of you has dared to voice out loud. but when you pull back, just a little, you both meet each other's eyes, and for the first time, the distance between you both feels so, so small.

he smiles faintly, a soft, genuine smile that reaches his eyes, and you can feel the gentle pull of something more than just affection—something deeper, something that’s been building for a while. “i… i didn’t expect that,” he says, his voice barely above a whisper, but there’s a warmth in it, in the way his gaze lingers on you.

you simply smile back, feeling the butterflies settle in your stomach as you say, “neither did i.”

and for a moment, you both stand there, the world around you quiet, as the promise of something new lingers in the air between you.

classmate!william who hesitates when he sees you sitting alone on the metro, headphones in, your focus entirely on the view outside. it’s late, the lights of the city flashing by in a blur, and the car is almost empty except for a few quiet passengers. he shifts on his feet for a moment before finally walking over and taking the seat next to you.

“long day?” he asks softly, his voice low enough to not startle you. you glance up, surprised, and pull out one earbud, a small smile tugging at your lips when you see him.

“you could say that,” you reply, your voice tired but warm.

classmate!william who keeps stealing glances at you as the metro glides along its tracks, the soft hum of the engine filling the silence between your conversation. he notices the faint shadow of fatigue in your eyes, the way you rub at your temple absentmindedly. before he realizes it, he’s asking, “have you eaten?”

your head tilts at his sudden question, a small laugh escaping your lips. “no, not yet.”

he hums thoughtfully, pulling something from his bag—a neatly wrapped sandwich. “take it,” he says, holding it out. “it’s not much, but it’s better than nothing.”

you blink at him, surprised. “you didn’t have to—”

“just take it,” he interrupts, his tone firm but kind. there’s a faint blush on his cheeks as he looks away, pretending to focus on the advertisements flashing past the windows.

classmate!william who feels the subtle press of your arm against his as the train sways, the small, unintentional contact making his heart race in a way he doesn’t quite understand.

the metro comes to a brief stop, and more passengers file out, leaving the car nearly empty. the flickering overhead lights cast a dim glow, and for a moment, it feels like the rest of the world has melted away, leaving just the two of you.

classmate!william who catches your reflection in the window, the faint curve of a smile on your lips as you lean slightly closer to him. “thank you,” you murmur, breaking the silence.

he turns to you, his voice unusually soft. “for what?”

“for this,” you say, holding up the now half-eaten sandwich, “and for sitting with me.”

his gaze lingers on you, something tender and unfamiliar stirring in his chest. “it’s nothing,” he mutters, but the way his voice wavers slightly betrays him.

classmate!william who can’t stop himself when the train jerks slightly, his hand instinctively reaching out to steady you. his fingers brush against yours, and he feels the warmth of your skin—soft and real—and it makes his breath catch.

you glance down at your hands, then back up at him, your eyes meeting. the metro rocks gently, and the world seems to stand still as he leans in ever so slightly.

now it’s you who closes the gap, your lips brushing his in a soft, fleeting kiss that feels like a spark in the quiet hum of the train. it’s gentle, almost hesitant, but when you pull away, the look in his eyes is one of wonder.

classmate!william who stares at you for a moment, his hands coming to caress yours. his touch is deliberate, warm, and steady, a rare softness from someone so guarded. "name," he begins, his voice low but filled with conviction, "may i ask if you would like to have dinner with me?" he whispers, his golden gaze locked on yours, decided to show his feelings wholeheartedly for the first time.

you feel the heat rise to your cheeks, his question lingering in the air like a delicate melody. your heart flutters as you manage a shy smile, your hand still cradled in his. “yes, i would love to,” you reply softly, your voice tinged with quiet excitement.

classmate!william who feels a quiet sense of relief wash over him, though his heart still beats fast against his ribs. he doesn’t release your hand; instead, his thumb brushes over your knuckles gently, as though reassuring himself this moment is real. “then allow me to make it a night worth remembering,” he says, his tone confident but laced with a tenderness meant only for you.

you don’t miss the flicker of a smile that plays on his lips—a rare, genuine one that softens his usually composed demeanor. as he leads you out of the library, still holding your hand, you realize this is the start of something neither of you will ever forget.

[geekdilettante]

[adrasteaeydiate]

CRYING SCREAMING THROWING UP AND HITTING THE WALL 😍😍😍😍😭😭😭😭😭

Disclaimer : I don't have full chapter (unfortunately 💔)

[wait-thats-illegal]

(Note I should've added earlier: this post is gonna have kinda spoilers for the newest yuumor chapter (67 I think?) It will basically be me discussing what I saw in an untranslated version and am gathering from context clues and whatnot)

I just made a post about not being able to find a translation of the newest yuumori chapter but I wanna make another talking about what I did manage to find

So, the version I found (while weirdly glitches? Idk if it was my phone or the website but whatever) was fully in Arabic but the panels were still visible

Side note: apparently the like background text is written in English? But the little bubbles and blurbs are in Japanese (I also read somewhere that newspapers are also in English? So like all he text that isn't the main bubbles.) Weird tangent but I thought it was strange seeing the chapter in Arabic but background text in English (specifically the graffiti on the old Moriarty estate, namely "Devil's House" above the door and possibly "fuck" on the side of the doorway)

Anyway, tangent aside, there's like a lot of shit that happened but also didn't really happen?? At least that's my interpretation (which isn't exactly reliable, I worked like 8 and a half hours today, crashed for like 4, woke up for a bit, and am now running on benadryl and spite.) So the start of the chapter was focused on the 3 brothers and for some reason they return back to the old estate to see it horribly decaying and vandalized (a lot of people are talking about the "Devil's House" panel.) They sort of just walk around the estate for a bit and just take everything in (the vibes of this part quite literally give me chills, like idk why but something about them walking around their vandalized and rotting home is extremely unsettling.) At this point, they break away from all 3 and focus mainly on Louis (which I, of course, am always happy about.) He walks past a bedroom but I'm not certain who's bedroom it was (originally I thought William but it could also be Louis'? I don't think they've ever shown their bedrooms, or at least I don't remember them.) He looks sad as he's looking into the room which is kinda expected for the situation. He then has like a realization and goes into the room and goes to a Secret Spot and pulls out a locked object (I can't tell if it's a locked box or locked book.) Somehow, after all the years and vandalism, this book was still in the same spot and I feel like it's gonna be important (another reason why I wanna know who's room it was, I would make sense for it to be William's if the lock had something to do with the Lord of Crime but I can also see it being something personal so it could've been in either room.)

At this point I think it goes to a flashback? Like whatever this lock was it triggered a memory. And I'm almost certain the memory was of the light novel in which Moran is cheating ay cards, gets caught, gets onto a whole mess, has to ask William for help, and eventually discovered the guy only knew Moran was cheating cause he himself was also cheating. This story isn't told in the main storyline but it's one of the light novels (idk which one though) but it does fit into the Canon timeline (the night before the Hound of Baskerville, which is when Moran and Fred told William about the dude who was like hunting orphans for sport or something (that arc was like insane but also so important and I'm forever pissed that they didn't include it in the anime.)

The chapter ends with the ending of the flashback (or at least that's all that would load so there could've possibly been more) and I'm like so confused. I know the light novels are being adapted into Mangas but I don't think this is a light novel? I assumed this was the next chapter, but it's telling a story that's already happened in a light novel but not like in the main storyline so I'm just extremely confused about what the hell is going on. Like if it was just a manga adaptation of a light novel, why is it happening in the current timeline and why is it being shown as Louis' memory?? If I recall correctly Louis didn't even want Moran to come into the estate at all because it was in the middle of the night but Moran convinced him. So yes Louis is there but he's not like a main figure? The only rational I can think of is its being shown from a bystanders perspective (similar to The Two Detectives when they were on the train) and Louis has been used in the past as a sort of filler character for when the audience needs to know what's happening but it is either too complicated or it needs to be balanced (like The Two Detectives focusing on Sherlock and William's interactions but showing them almost as equals as it isn't focused on one perspective but showing the bith simultaneously though Louis.)

There was also another major development in this moment canonically because it's the first time Louis is allowed on a mission, which is talked about after Moran and Fred leave (I'll never understand why they changed that in the anime, like Louis was involved in the schemes but he was not allowed to go on missions because William was trying to protect this image of him (and preserve his innocence?? This man committed a mass murder at the age of like 8 he is absolutely not innocent but pop off king.) So this happening after the flashback that was shown (if I'm correct about it) seems like either odd timing or like something bigger we don't know yet.

[emanondareka]

I saw an amazing reference and decided to draw it with Moriarty.

Ref: Cho Gi Seok

Inst: https://www.instagram.com/chogiseok

[marrma]

should've been in the anime 😞✌️