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We miss you

Gahhhh I miss you too dude. Hopefully I’ll be back to posting on here soon 🥺

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☆ put this star into the inbox of your favorite blogs. it's time to spread positivity !!!! (( SUCH an insane portrayal of a character that's DIFFICULT AS ALL HELL TO WRITE, LET ALONE DO SO AS MASTERFULLY AS YOU DO!??? ))

Omg dudeee this was such a random little message but it’s made me so happy, I’m so glad you think this 🥺

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Happy New Year! We both miss you & Jim & Tommy. <3

Aw happy new year to you and your bois too! Already missing those Tommy and Lu shenanigans ngl 👀

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Coming at you for this New Years to say I LOVE YOU AND YOUR MUSE!!! Moriarty's got a special place in my and Corinthian's heart 💖 I look forward to their many shared misadventures for 2025!

Awww my dude, it’s the same with me. Here’s to us and our bois and whether they’ll grow to absolutely hate each other or absolutely love each other (more than they kinda already do) 😂🎉

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2024 is almost over!

With the final month of the year here, it’s your chance to send the mun or muse something you’ve wanted to tell them! Whether you haven’t had the chance to or you’ve been too shy, now’s the time to say what you feel, and don’t hold back!

prompt originally made by: x

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I know I haven’t been on here in a while but I just wanna wish you all a merry christmas! I love you all so much and hope to get back on here soon ☺️🧡

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Just a little PSA to say that I know I owe a few things here and that I will get to them eventually I promise. Work has just been a bit hectic and I’ve been distracted by threads in discord and over IM 🧡

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Andrew Scott photographed by Bartek Szmigulski for Diaries99

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Just a little PSA to say that I know I owe a few things here and that I will get to them eventually I promise. Work has just been a bit hectic and I’ve been distracted by threads in discord and over IM 🧡

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there should be a thread where Jim’s held in an insane asylum and someone visits him.. just for angst reasons ☺️

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The way he GLARED at him was enough to make him sneer, as did the fact that he was forced to submit and swallow his own curated eye, though he was openly disappointed in the fact that he hadn't chewed it beforehand. ❝ Ah ah, didn't daddy tell you to chew your food before you swallow, hm? ❞ He scoffed with a pout, releasing his jaw only to thread his hand back into his hair to crane his head back, glancing down at the pool of blood that had gathered beneath them as he reached for the blade. My, he really was wringing him out like a blood-filled sponge.

❝ Now, let's try this again shall we? ❞ Without warning, he slowly began to insert the sharp blade into the tear duct of his other eye, SEVERING the nerves at an even slower pace, forcing him to withstand the pain for longer.

The constricting wire gouging through flesh and finally tearing through muscle stalls the monster's thrashing. Cold realisation creeping up its spine that the metal will likely cut through him completely. The monster's legs have all but given out trying to support his own weight. Sagging against the animated metal that keeps him held in place.

The clamping down of fingers on his nostrils demands that the Nightmare need air, and so it does. His jerking, severing body trying in vain to wrangle its head free from the digits that withhold oxygen from him. The burn is arguably worse than the ache from the gaping hole in his skull. And with his one good eyes seething spitefuly at the dreamer, he screws his eyelids shut and reluctantly swallows - sans chewing. Just to avoid giving Moriarty the satisfaction.

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Any and all attempts the Corinthian made to tear himself free from the blade or the constraints that bound him, those constraints would tighten twice as much as they would have done at their leisurely pace. Barbed wire now cutting into intestines, muscle fibres and jugular. In minutes, Moriarty had turned him into a puppet for his own TWISTED amusement, each limb strapped down and at his complete and utter mercy. But there would be no mercy for the nightmare, not as long as he had control.

He knew that the Corinthian would try to defy him again, why wouldn't he? He would be just as feral and HOSTILE should the positions be reversed, and so to combat that he gave the immortal being the insatiable need to breathe.

Clamping down on his jaw to keep it held shut, he covered and squeezed at his nostrils to deny him the chance of sucking in oxygen, causing his lungs to ACHE every second he went without breath. ❝ Go on, be a good boy.. chew and swallow your own eye for me. I'm sure you have hundreds and hundreds of awful memories you'd like to relive. ❞ He growled lowly into his ear.

Rattle its brain, the pain certainly did. Driving the monster to desperately subject itself to the snagging of the steel wire in an attempt to pry away from the blade. His vision whites out with the sickly pop of the optic nerve severing. A nerve he's never needed, but only been gifted to satisfy Moriarty's desire to relieve him of it.

The Corinthian doesn't receive the relief of unconsciousness when pain becomes too great. That is an inherently human trait. The Nightmare is instead forced to live through every harrowing second of his eye being pried from his head. His screams barely register within his own ears, anymore.

In the drooling aftermath of unendurable pain, the Corinthian whimpers some relief when the infernal organ is finally free of his head. Blood stained down his cheek and splattering against the floor beneath. The blindness is unsettling, but hardly worth ruminating over when his hanging jaw is being pried open and the severed eye forced into his mouth. The Nightmare immediately tries to snap its teeth over Jim's fingers. Missing by a hairs breadth and grimacing with outward defiance as it tries to force its jaw back open and spit the severed eye out.

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Though he had never had his eyes pried from their sockets before; as much as the Corinthian had threatened to do so, he had been stabbed and slashed enough times throughout his life that he had the pain memorised. He could hazard a guess that the eye area was far more sensitive than the chin or cheek, and that the area would throb and ache in ways that RATTLED the brain.

Inch by inch he pushed the blade in deeper, sharpened metal SCRAPING against flesh and fine blood vessels as he intricately severed the optic nerve, causing blood to gather along his waterline and trickle down like tears. Then he angled the blade and with a little force, the eye popped forward a little, and he released his hair to pluck it from it's socket.

With Corinthian blinded in one eye, he brushed his thumb along the wet BLOODIED orb to caress the iris, before he hooked his fingers into his mouth to pry his lower jaw down. ❝ Say ahh, ❞ and with that, he forced the eye inside and deftly removed his fingers to clamp his jaw shut. Oh he was enjoying this, and his own pupils were at full dilation as he gave the nightmare a taste of his own medicine; quite literally.

The tortured monster's cries are mellowed out to seething grimaces when more wire twists around his legs. Tearing at his slacks and skin with equal measure. The Nightmare's sudden calming through the agonised pain is brought on by the uncomfortably unfamiliar sensation of eyeballs inside of his head, and no teeth to clamp down upon them. The seething beast's blue hues remain locked on Moriarty with a savage fury. One that promises to wipe the Kingpins existence off of the face of the planet once he finally wakes.

He possesses eyes for no more than five seconds, before the cool steel of his own blade is being dragged across his lid. The Nightmare's breath hitches as out of nowhere the gouging tip of steel sinks below his lashes.

It hurts because Moriarty wants it to hurt. The Nightmare doesn't know if this is how it truly feels to have ones eyes gouged out. The pain is simply being summoned from the imaginings of Jim's own mind. How Moriarty's imagines the pain should feel.

The Nightmare can't do much but keen back from the blade with what little movement the barbed wire allows. It only constricts and spreads the pain wider throughout his body. The single set of teeth left are bared around a howl. Every nerve ending on fire with the onslaught of cruelty exhibited by the man whose dreams he had dared to invade.

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Genius intellect meant that he learned how to adapt and master new strategies with ease, hence why he was able to MANIPULATE the nightmare's own realm and even his form with hardly an upward glance. He had more than paid the price for his newfound control when childhood trauma was drudged up and used against him, and just as the Corinthian delighted in his agony, he too would delight in his.

Just as he promised, the barbed wire continued to shred deeper into his form throughout their conversation; the only limbs spared from torment were his legs - at least until he started thrashing wildly in defiance. Seems altering his appearance was his weakness, and he clicked his tongue in MOCKING disappointment as another two tendrils lashed around his thighs and calves, the points hooking into flesh.

❝ Mm'n, it's so cute that you think you have a choice. ❞ Feigning a pout, he tightened the grip he had on his twisted locks and waited until those eyes properly formed, before he plucked the man's own blade from his holster, tracing the steel along the edge of his lid. ❝ So pretty. ❞ Then without warning, he slowly inserted the sharp blade into the FLESH near his tear duct.

The monsters adams apple bobs roughly against the wire whilst he swallows thickly around the pain. The occasional yelp or whine of blistering torture forced to tumble between his lips with each grating drag of steel along the back of his neck. The pain is brutal. Constricting him in an uncomfortably held position over the chair. Spots of blood seep along the sleeves of his shirt and begins to dot along his waistline where thorns of steel nip unforgivingly.

But any semblance of enjoyment the monster seems to be gaining from the pain is wiped away unceremoniously by the finger dragged beneath his ocular maw. Tiny teeth snap bitterly, only for the monster's heartless chest to seize in horror upon the realisation that Moriarty is altering him.

The audacity of the kingpin to even dare trying to change the Corinthian's appearance sends the Major Arcana into a frenzy. A snarl ripping from his lips that sounds practically demonic in nature. Receding jaws try viciously to snap down over the orbs that Jim forms in his head. The pain of said forming eyes wracks through his skull with a blinding ferocity. The beast doesn't settle. Thrashing with enough force to shake the barb wire chair as a pair of unfamiliar eyes take shape in his skull. Wide and bitterly angry.

"Don't fucking TOUCH ME."