Posted 2 years ago

thelittlekingwithiceinhisblood:

sharpshootersm:

thelittlekingwithiceinhisblood:

sharpshootersm:

“Scourge, eh? A pleasure. I’m Sebastian Moran.” He offered his full name to the little king, just to see if his reputation preceded him.

“Sebastian Moran….” Scourge let the name roll around in his mind for a minute, though he didn’t actually have to think about it, the name was all over the tongues of his men, and quite annoying to hear every day even without he himself knowing the guy, “Sounded familiar, but maybe I’m thinking of someone else. A pleasure to meet you anyways.”

Sebastian tilted his head at that quizzically. “Oh? I might know the fellow you’re thinking of.” 

After Jim had— After Jim had shot himself, the sonovabitch, Sebastian had taken over the organization, keeping the news of Jim’s death a secret, ruling in his name. Few had ever known Moriarty’s true face and Seb had always been the contact for a great many people, so no one had noticed. Still, little rival organizations had started cropping up all over the world, not strong enough yet to truly rival M’s, but Sebastian knew to kill or tame a weed before it took over the garden. Scourge’s little corner of London wasn’t a threat, but the rumours he’d started hearing of the little king warranted a personal look. Perhaps M could offer Scourge something. 

  Scourge clicked his  tongue, rocking back on his heels. Sebastian Moran, he’d heard it so many times paired with Moriarty, he looked at these higher ups in the criminal industry as annoyances. Then, he didn’t really consider he himself a criminal, in all truth he thought he was a savior to this part of London. A few murders wouldn’t change that, a few strangers blood on his hands didn’t matter after all.

“Who might I be thinking of?” He laced his tone with a false curiosity as if he actually did care what this man had to say, interesting sure, but interesting didn’t mean he had to care at all. Entertainment was a rare thing for Scourge though, and he’d take what he could get, even in this odd form of it.

"Notorious sharpshooter, former military, and shadowy ties to a name that nobody speaks?" Sebastian takes out a cigarette from a carton of L&B but doesn’t light up, merely rolls it between his fingers as he watches Scourge for a reaction.  

Posted 2 years ago

ioncebrokeharlem started following you

"Sebastian Moran," Sebastian said, throwing down the remains of his cigarette and grinding it under his heel. "How can I be of service?"

Posted 2 years ago

OOC: National Coming Out Day

Well, I have issues with the coming out narrative, because coming out isn’t a one time thing, it’s an ongoing process, especially for people with non-normative gender identities and expressions, so, there’s that. But since it’s the Internet and my blog where what I say goes, I’ll just go ahead and throw out all my labels.

I’m genderqueer, pansexual, polyamorous, kinky, atheist, an immigrant, Jewish, Ukrainian, Russian-speaking. 

Use the pronouns “they/them/their/theirs/themself” or “ve/ver/vis/vis/verself” for me. I’ll tolerate other third-gender pronouns, but those are the ones I prefer. I guess that’s it. I’ll be reblogging this on my other blogs.

Also, throwing out that I am ALWAYS, ALWAYS available to talk OOC about ANYTHING. I want to be as much of a safe space as possible for EVERYONE, whether you follow me or not, whether I RP with you or not, whether we’ve ever interacted or not. Seriously, I love all you wonderful people, regardless of what marginalized group you’re part of or what privilege you hold. Send me an ask; send me a private message; ask me for my Skype or my AIM or my email address; hell, if you want to text or call, I will give you my phone number. I am always available to talk or listen or whatever. This is my pledge to you. 

Posted 2 years ago

Bring Him In Alive || consulting-detective-on-the-run

consulting-detective-on-the-run:

sharpshootersm:

consulting-detective-on-the-run:

“Oh so it’s a ‘capture the specimen alive trip is it?” said Sherlock chuckling at the intoned Jim way of talking.

“I wonder why Jim would, want to see me.” said Sherlock still smirking. “I would think he’d never want to see me again, Colonel. I mean, think of the worst enemy you have ever had, why would you want to see them?” he said pretending he didn’t know Moriarty’s intentions.

He shrugged.

“Anyway, how do you plan on taking me?”

“Oh, please,” Sebastian drawled, eyes rolling. “You’re each other’s bloody soulmates. You know you’re dying to see him again—I’m just here to facilitate.”

He rose and gestured to the door.

“So… come along, eh, Mr Holmes? I’m sure you can deduce what’ll happen if you don’t comply.” Sebastian wasn’t talking about the handgun lose in its holster on his hip and he knew Sherlock knew it. 

“Soulmates, hardly.” said Sherlock snorting. “I always thought the concept of soulmates was silly foolish nonsense, and supposed to be something of happiness, and I’m never happy to see Jim.” he chuckled.

Sherlock stopped, twitch of anger going over his features to hide the terror that filled him. He knew what the sniper was intoning, he knew what Jim would do if Sherlock didn’t come along quietly. Sherlock gritted his teeth, his hands balling into fists, as he glared at the sniper.

“I suppose I do know, don’t I?” said Sherlock coldly. “I assume if I come along, a certain Doctor won’t be disturbed from his life on 221B Baker Street, am I correct in assuming so? Or has he already been rather disturbed and is now hostage and at risk until I come along?” he said swallowing carefully.

"Oh, John? He’s not in the flat on Baker Street currently," Sebastian informed him, a smile tugging up one corner of his mouth. "He said he didn’t want to live among the ghosts of that place." Seb shrugged. "Weeeell, he was a bit less poetic than that, but you know what I mean. We go out to the local on Fridays sometimes, when I’m in the country. He doesn’t know who I am or who I work for, of course, but we’re getting to be great friends."

Sebastian didn’t care much whether his targets knew or liked him before he killed them, but there was something sweet about gaining John Watson’s trust. It would make the satisfaction of murdering him all the greater when it came to it. 

Posted 2 years ago

Tiger and AllyKat || with sakb-assassin-for-hire

sakb-assassin-for-hire:

sharpshootersm:

sakb-assassin-for-hire:

Selphie grimaced at the use of her entire name and the thought of her deciding on her own way of dying. She took a careful breath.

“I’m not sure on the method …” she started but then stopped, having heard Seb use Kessy’s name, the name she made up for him as a pet name more than just Kestrel Tercel.

Selphie’s mouth dropped open and she stared at Seb across the table, her mouth going dry and her thoughts running away with her. She didn’t know what to say and she was almost sure that her face had a shattered look on it. She closed her mouth finally, and looked down at the table, closing her eyes.

“Well that’s rather telling there.” said Selphie not looking up at Seb. “Only the Falcons and I know that I call him Kessy, or even more specifically Kessy Tess.” she paused, swallowing back the pain rising in her throat. “I am the only one that can get away with calling him that … just me, none of the other Falcons dare to.”

Selphie looked up at Seb.

“So,” said Selphie carefully. “With knowing what you know about them, how much do I need to worry that they’re a target and you’re just not telling me that?”

“There’s never been any plan to eliminate the Falcon Targets,” Sebastian informed her. “It would be a waste of valuable resources. That hasn’t changed.”

“I told you I was keeping an eye on you. That included keeping an eye on your former loyalties.” He rose from his chair and walked over to Selphie’s side of the table. He placed a hand on her shoulder gently, mindful of the still-healing injuries. “You’re ours now, Sel. You were from the moment you first spoke to Mr Pink. And we protect our investments.”

Selphie let out a small sigh of relief, grimacing again as her ribs burned. She frowned knowing that at least she was the one being scrutinized, not the Falcons, and although that was a good thing, it was also frightening.

Seb stood up and came to her side of the table, Selphie staring wide eyed as he got close to her. She closed her and grimaced away from him, afraid of what was going to happen next. He placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, the gentle touch making her look up at him, her mouth dropping open slightly.

“I’m glad they’re safe.” said Selphie looking up at him, barely speaking in a whisper. “Well you must have kept a really good eye on my loyalties if you could pick up on nicknames and such, as well as knowing Kessy would be the one to mention.”

Selphie sighed, still staring up at Seb. She glanced away from him, just slightly before looking back at him.

“I think it’s been made very clear that I am very much belonging to M now.” said Selphie shuddering slightly. “I don’t feel very protected though, Seb, I’m sorry, I just don’t right now.” she said shakily.

Sebastian finished off his apple and threw the core into the wastebasket, then sat back down in his chair.

"Okay, so let’s talk," he said, setting his hands, fingers interlaced, on the table. "You want to burn down your safe house and fake your own death. You’ve told your brother, the one you like, that you’re travelling, assuming that he’ll pass on the information to the other two. Your former army buddies have gotten a distress signal from you that means you’re in deep shit, but that they’re to stay out. Have I summed up your situation completely?"

Posted 2 years ago

littlemousymolly:

sharpshootersm:

littlemousymolly:

“About five years now,” she informed him. “Do you work here?” 

“Strictly freelance, me,” he said, grinning. “I don’t think I could stay in one hospital for long without losing my mind.” He glanced down at a folder in his hand. “I’m here to identify a body… brought in at around, uh, half two last night?”

“Ah, yes, I believe that was the… 42 year old caucasian male, black hair, tan skin?” She asked as she led him into the morgue, where the body was already set up. “And you’re coming on behalf of… Johnson hospital, correct?” She asked as she picked up her clipboard with her information about the visit. “I’ll just need you to sign here.” 

"Thanks, yeah, that’s the one." Sebastian signed the clipboard Sebastian Flood, well-practiced, careless, illegible scribbles in all the right places. “So where’s the sti- er, the body?” 

Posted 2 years ago

thelittlekingwithiceinhisblood:

sharpshootersm:

“Scourge, eh? A pleasure. I’m Sebastian Moran.” He offered his full name to the little king, just to see if his reputation preceded him.

“Sebastian Moran….” Scourge let the name roll around in his mind for a minute, though he didn’t actually have to think about it, the name was all over the tongues of his men, and quite annoying to hear every day even without he himself knowing the guy, “Sounded familiar, but maybe I’m thinking of someone else. A pleasure to meet you anyways.”

Sebastian tilted his head at that quizzically. “Oh? I might know the fellow you’re thinking of.” 

After Jim had— After Jim had shot himself, the sonovabitch, Sebastian had taken over the organization, keeping the news of Jim’s death a secret, ruling in his name. Few had ever known Moriarty’s true face and Seb had always been the contact for a great many people, so no one had noticed. Still, little rival organizations had started cropping up all over the world, not strong enough yet to truly rival M’s, but Sebastian knew to kill or tame a weed before it took over the garden. Scourge’s little corner of London wasn’t a threat, but the rumours he’d started hearing of the little king warranted a personal look. Perhaps M could offer Scourge something. 

Posted 2 years ago

+sharpshootersm

dragontattooed:

Who the hell are you?

"Sebastian Moran, at your service. And you?"

Posted 2 years ago

thelittlekingwithiceinhisblood:

sharpshootersm:

thelittlekingwithiceinhisblood started following you

“Good evening.”

“How may I be of service?”

“Sadly I’ve yet to figure out any way people like you can be of my service….hello anyways, I am Scourge.”

"Scourge, eh? A pleasure. I’m Sebastian Moran." He offered his full name to the little king, just to see if his reputation preceded him.

Posted 2 years ago

littlemousymolly:

sharpshootersm:

littlemousymolly:

sharpshootersm:

“Hello, Molly,” Sebastian said with a smile. He remembered this one, vaguely, from when Jim first began playing with Sherlock. He remembered that she’d been… sweet, but not much else about her.

He straightened and offered her his hand to shake. ”I’m Sebastian. It’s nice to meet you.”

“Hello Sebastian, it’s good to meet you.” She smiled warmly and shook his offered hand. 

“Work here long?”

“About five years now,” she informed him. “Do you work here?” 

"Strictly freelance, me," he said, grinning. "I don’t think I could stay in one hospital for long without losing my mind." He glanced down at a folder in his hand. "I’m here to identify a body… brought in at around, uh, half two last night?"