Moriarty & Loki in a relationship together would be the sexiest, craziest and hilarious thing ever.

Agreed. Which is why I wrote this a while back. It’s highly nsfw, by the way. 

Actually, I’ve always meant to do a follow-up story; I should get on to that.

Fancy sending me headcanons while I doodle?

startingwiththeridingcrop:

Angst, fluff, nsfw anything you like :D 

I posted this cute little story just yesterday: you can choose from the main story, Jim with his wolves maybe (or look up Fota Wildlife Park, Cork, to find out what other animals he’s helped maintain with his donations and work them into a doodle). Or if you fancy something a bit naughty, you can go with the fact that Jim describes Sherlock as a “cock hungry power bottom” (to which he simply responds, “I am what you’ve made me”).

thedirtyprettythings:

I photographed Andrew Scott today. I promise to post more pics when I’m done editing them my client.
He’s amazing. Very down to earth, polite and witty. And he loved my tattoos. I’m swooning.

thedirtyprettythings:

I photographed Andrew Scott today. I promise to post more pics when I’m done editing them my client.

He’s amazing. Very down to earth, polite and witty. And he loved my tattoos. I’m swooning.

The Ballad of Seb & Jim - chapter twenty-three

Jim Moriarty and Sebastian Moran, from four years old to the end (it starts here). Previously - Jim has finally had his wicked way with Sherlock and firmly planted the idea of a fake suicide by falling in his head. 

Extract:  “Sebastian,” he murmured, shifting slightly to face the other man and laying a hand on his thigh. “You must… you must miss him dreadfully.”

    “You’re stating the obvious again, darling.”

    “Don’t call me… no… I mean, don’t… don’t…” He looked down at the floor for a moment, frowning slightly and trying to collect his thoughts. Looking back up at the other man he continued, “What I mean is, you miss being with him… miss the feel of him… in…” He leaned in close and whispered in his ear, “Inside you.”

    “What of it?” Sebastian’s tone was stern. He took hold of Sherlock’s hand in order to move it but the detective grabbed the Irishman’s own hand tight, his body now pressing against him.

    “I’m not saying I could replace him but-”

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Ahhh, thank-you for the fic! That was very kind of you! :D

You’re most welcome, honey. I’ve just been editing and proof-reading existing works for the past couple of weeks and really needed to flex my writing muscles so that was a really good excuse to get a few words on the page (or rather, on the screen). I’m glad you enjoyed it; I enjoyed writing it x

a-tea-party-with-whales:

Okay but Jim’s back hurting from sitting behind a computer for days on end and getting a back massage from Sherlock Holmes. It turns out Sherlock is a v good masseur. In fact Jim’s so relaxed, he falls asleep and wakes up to a v smug detective standing over him.

Your wish is my command: Sherlock Holmes - expert masseur

Sherlock Holmes - expert masseur; and his one single client - Jim Moriarty

a-tea-party-with-whales said this: Okay but Jim’s back hurting from sitting behind a computer for days on end and getting a back massage from Sherlock Holmes. It turns out Sherlock is a v good masseur. In fact Jim’s so relaxed, he falls asleep and wakes up to a v smug detective standing over him.

The simpler the wish the easier it is to grant. It is therefore with great delight that I can announce that a quite unspeakable level of fluff now follows. I’ve tagged it nsfw because of the references to sex but there isn’t actually any explicit content. 

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Poor sweet little Gethin; the quietly beating heart of “Pride”.
(I have to admit that I totally stole that line from an fb friend)
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Poor sweet little Gethin; the quietly beating heart of “Pride”.

(I have to admit that I totally stole that line from an fb friend)

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andrew-scotts-arms:

I was thinking about two fictional characters getting married and now I am way too happy

Oh look! An opportunity to big up one of my own stories (‘cause I’m shameless like that). Okay, so the actual wedding itself is somewhat understated but the lead up is fluffily adorable and what comes after the ceremony is just downright filthy!

Seb’s really sick and Jim’s worried sick

iwishiwaspattismith:

Made some more stickers to put around campus and Santa Fe

The Ballad of Seb & Jim - chapter twenty-two

Jim Moriarty and Sebastian Moran, from four years old to the end (it starts here) Previously - Jim has Sherlock well and truly hooked and now it’s just a case of reeling him in. Meanwhile Sebastian’s been perfecting the gunshot that will sound when Jim fakes his death. Finding an extract for this chapter wasn’t easy as it’s unashamedly rude almost from beginning to end.

Extract:  The detective began to stir as he brushed his lips over his shoulders and the nape of his neck then suddenly he was wide awake, his head quickly rising off the pillow, words already forming as Jim clapped a hand over his mouth.

    “Shh…” the criminal whispered. “It’s only me, darling; here at last and ready to give you what you’ve been so eagerly waiting for. Now, I’m going to take my hand away from your mouth and you’re going to stay quiet because if you don’t, I’ll leave and you won’t get what you want; you’ll never know what it’s like to feel me inside you before you die. So… be a good boy, behave yourself and…” He paused for effect, then whispered in his ear, “… and I promise you, my innocent angel… I’ll make you see stars.”

    “Before I die?” Sherlock asked quietly. “If you want me – and clearly you do – why would you want to kill me?”

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octofied:

I’ve been working on this for a few days and finally got it finished! I have been wanting to do something special for hitting 500 followers, and by the time I got around to it, I hit 600! Woah! So anyways, thanks guys for following me and supporting my art. You guys are gravy. The really good kind. Like Thanksgiving gravy. Mmmm ~u~

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