#virgil moriarty

[stels-sanderssides-au]

I've made some MAJOR changes to my au so here's some details that are important

This is a 'human' au. The sides are reincarnations of spirits. And Thomas is there too

It doesn't take place on Earth; it takes place on an alternate Earth called Azeron.

Roman Mixon, she/they trans woman. 36

Remus Mixon, he/him trans man. 36

Patton Liddell, he/she cis man. 35

Virgil Moriarty, he/she/they bigender. 34

Thomas Sanders, he/him, cis man. 34

Nico Flores, any/all cis+. 34

Emile Picani, he/they, cis man. 34

Janus Schrader, she/he/it transfem genderfluid. 31

Remy Smith, ze/hir trans man. 30

Logan Redd, he/it trans man. 29

Roman and Remus are the princess and prince of the country Enteralia.

Virgil is the prince of the country Kora, just north of Enteralia.

Roman and Virgil are married.

Patton and Janus are married.

Logan and Remus are married.

Thomas, Nico, and Remy are all engaged to each other.

Patton and Logan are friends with benefits.

Janus and Remus are dating.

Roman and Remus family members: Terry Mixon (father, deceased), Gina Mixon (mother), Julie Mixon (older sister)

Patton family members: Franklin Liddell (father), Tonya Liddell (mother, deceased), Drew Emily (stepfather), Mildred Liddell (younger sister), Jason Liddell (son)

Virgil family members: Kai Moriarty (father), Karen Moriarty (mother), Veronica Moriarty (older sister)

Janus family members: unknown father, Kira Schrader (mother), Linda Schrader (grandmother, guardian)

Remy family members: Westley Vella (father), Thalia Smith (mother)

Logan family members: Reginald Redd (father), Ashley Redd (mother), Xyler Redd (younger brother), Fran Redd (younger half-sister), Tuesday Redd (younger sibling), Michael Redd (younger half-brother)

Emile is Thomas' twin brother.

Patton had his son Jason with his ex girlfriend Jessica. They have split custody.

Patton has PTSD. His emotional support animal is a pit bull named Lolli.

Janus has fibromyalgia and epilepsy. Her service animal is a golden retriever named Tuck.

Remy is blind. Hir seeing eye dog is a husky named Venti.

Logan has schizophrenia and PTSD. His emotional support animal is a sphinx cat named Lulubelle.

Roman and Remus are Christian

Patton is Jewish

Virgil was raised Christian but has never practiced

Janus is agnostic

Logan was raised Catholic but is atheist due to religious trauma

[daerkpheonix]

Sharing artwork I’ve done this month over here

[falling-in-the-void-with-ronan]

So I replayed "Holmes: a rose among thorns" to grind for gems and get all of Moriarty's premium choices.

And the thing is

I realised I don't need to play the games in a rush.

I can wait a few days until I've saved up enough gems for three to four choices at once, only reading two chapters at a time.

So that man really was my undoing.

[pencilpat]

New favourite AU idea: Detective Logan and his husband Virgil who notices he's extremely bored with usual police work so he literally becomes a Moriarty-esque supervillain that leaves winding trails of clues and traps purely to fuel his husband's autism. Logan has no idea and comes home venting about what a pain in the ass the newest villain is, but Virgil definitely notices how the shine in his eyes and excitement in his smile has returned, hiding his smug smirk at how predictable Logan is to him.

[edupunkn00b]

The Game is Afoot!

Photo by Ashni via Unsplash. Edited by edupunkn00b.

Rated: G - WC: 1036 - CW: None

Three weeks after Christmas and Logan is still working on his puzzle from Virgil. Is it any wonder why?

"The game is afoot!"

“But I thought you said Virgil’s game is a puzzle, Logie!” 

“Patton! It’s a—” The Moral Side’s head tilted far to the left, brow knit together in deep confusion. Breathing slowly through his mouth as he pinched the bridge of his nose, he nearly missed the quiver at the corner of Patton's mouth. He groaned. “Okay, okay, you got me.”

“So can I play, too?” Patton bounced on the balls of his feet, Watson scarf already tied in a neat knot around his neck.

Logan groaned again. “No, not this time, Patton.”

“Yeah, Popstar, I get to play Watson and Moriarty for this one.”

“Don’t worry, Daddy,” Remus purred from his spot behind the television. “You can help me air fry fish fingers.”

“Um, do fish have fingers?” Patton asked, his perplexed expression genuine this time.

“Doctor Who reference?” Logan asked, eyes darting up from the frayed newspaper in his hands. Christmas had been over two weeks ago and he was still working through the mystery puzzle Virgil had created for him.

The Anxious Side chuckled. “Focus, L…”

“I dunno!” the Creative Side laughed, either not hearing the other two Sides or simply ignoring them, and grabbed Patton’s hand, his new—well, formerly new air fryer tucked under one arm. The thing reeked of a mixture of pickle brine and peat, and its once pristine white plastic casing was charred and cracked on the sides. A neon green mold had begun to grow around the control panel, nearly obscuring a flashing ERR-80085. “Let’s go find out!”

Before Patton could say another word, the two had sunk out to the Imagination.

“And then there were four—err, well,” Logan cleared his throat and returned his attention to the newspaper. 

“Yes,” Janus purred from the corner of the couch. “Don’t mind us, we don’t want to play your silly little scavenger hunt—”

“It’s not just a scavenger hunt, Jay! Ugh, why do you—” Virgil cut himself off and adjusted the ties on his hoodie. “Nope, not gonna engage. Not worth it.”

“That’s right, Tall, Dark, and Stormy,” Roman agreed from the staircase. He leapt over the side of the banister with a flourish, the new gold—was that real gold?—trim clinking gently with the impact. “I shall keep the living room safe from any of Janus’ dastardly plans.”

“Oh, no, you caught me drinking wine,” Janus slurred.

“Off you go,” Roman said to Virgil and Logan, pretending not to hear Janus’ mocking. Virgil and Logan exchanged a look. Selective hearing seemed to be a tool in each of the brother’s kits. “I’ve got everything under control here.”

“If you’re sure, Princey,” Virgil began, gaze trained on Janus’ oh-so-innocent expression.

“Wait, Virgil!” Logan grabbed his arm in a remarkable imitation of Remus dragging Patton to the Imagination. He held the newspaper to Virgil’s face. “Does this symbol represent the meter outside?”

Worry shifted into a wicked grin. “Only one way to find out, Detective Holmes.”

“Ha! I knew it!” Logan grinned and ran toward the door, Virgil at his heels.

They flung open the door together and stood on the sunny first step, just as Thomas’ neighbor walked by, well, more like was led by her noisy dog.

“Oh! Good morning, uh, Thomas?” she called as she jogged past, barely managing to slow the pace of her five pound monster of a chihuahua, Craig the Dragon. 

“Good morning, Betty!” Logan called quickly, stepping to obscure her view of Virgil’s face. “You’ve met my brother Jake, have you not?”

“Yes, yes, of course…” she agreed, voice fading. She was already three doors down. “Nice to see you, Jake!” Betty called one more time before Craig spotted a lizard in another yard and dashed after it.

“That was close,” Virgil muttered, peering around Logan’s shoulder to watch Betty stamp her foot and shout, Leave it!

“Indeed,” Logan agreed, scanning the newspaper. “Is this the only outdoor clue?”

Virgil nodded, eyes fixed on the race between the lizard and the chihuaha. “Yeah.” The chihuaha won.

“Well, then…” Logan adjusted his deerstalker. “Shall we?”

Another neighbor ran out to help pry the lizard from Craig’s maw and Logan and Virgil used the distraction to swing around to the other side of Thomas’ house. Logan began counting the meters. The final meter in the row showed was lettered LUC.

“Is that meant to be ‘look?’” Logan asked, eyebrow raised.

“What do you want? I was outside and in a rush,” Virgil shrugged, keeping watch around the corner. “L, hurry up, she’s on her way back and I look nothing like Jake.”

Nodding brusquely, Logan examined every inch of the glass casing. Finally, he found a series of tiny scratches. Running his fingers over the markings, he grinned. “Morse code? T-h-e—space—n-e-x-t—space—g-l—Wait—” He rubbed his fingertip over another section. “Ha! You thought you could catch me with pre-1874 Morse code!”

He fell quiet, studying the scratches. “C’mon, L, we gotta get back inside now.”

“Ha!” Logan crowed, triumphantly. He grabbed Virgil’s hand and dashed around the back of the building. “Let’s go through the patio. ‘The next clue is in the kitchen.’”

Virgil was the first to smell smoke. The pair exchanged one last quick look and raced to the door.

Before either could reach it, the patio door slid open with a crash and Patton stumbled out. “They’re moving! The chicken fingers are moving!” he screeched, smacking at his own shoulders. Embers sparked in his hair and on the sleeves of his catigan. A wall of acrid smoke soon followed and they all stepped back.

“Come back, Daddy!” Remus called, his voice and the tromp of boots growing louder. The Creative Side emerged from he smoke, arms full of wriggling—and burnt—breaded somethings. “I think I got ‘em all this time!”

“Remus!” Roman shouted from inside. “They got in my crown!”

“Oops. Almost all of ‘em,” Remus winked and ran back inside. "Keep your pants on, Ro Bro! Believe me—you don't want those little stinkers getting in there!"

The trio shared a moment of confused silence before Janus sauntered out, an uncorked bottle in one hand and a tray of four glasses in the other. “Wine, anyone?”

[tulipanthousa]

after I rewatched the holiday asides, please consider with me, if you like:

prinxiety is a recent thing and unbelievably sappy, dukeceit is a long term married couple. the twins are still brothers and the in laws are SALTY towards each other. Logan is a collective mutual friend.

Virgil, Janus, and Remus are all crushing HARD and trying (with varying degrees of success/skill) to seduce Logan into their respective relationships. Virgil wants to extend the sap to Logan and stare into his eyes as they make love. Remus and Janus want to eat that nerd alive (or have him eat them 👀).

(Roman's just along for the ride lol)

some of the phrasing on this makes it sound like this is a fucking. gay hallmark christmas porn plot as opposed to canonvers, which to me is even funnier because it begs the question of why patton and logan are even there. did logan get two separate invites to this family event for the express purpose of seducing him and blowing his back out in their cousin pattons guest room.

also i am LIVING for virgil being such a dweeb that he's like "how can i seduce logan so we can make sweet passionate love under the moonlight? i know! i will cosplay james moriarty and send him on a scavenger hunt. scavenger hunts are sexy right?"

[queeringclassiclit]

Masterlist of Previous Polls

And Then There Were None - Philip Lombard

Anne of Green Gables series Anne Shirley Anne & Diana

Arthurian Legend Lancelot du Lac Arthur & Lancelot Morgan le Fay Guinevere & Morgan Gawain The Green Knight

As You Like It - Rosalind & Celia

Beowulf - Beowulf

Breakfast at Tiffany's - Holly Golightly

Brideshead Revisited - Charles & Sebastian

Carmilla - Carmilla & Laura

The Catcher in the Rye - Holden Caulfield

The Chronicles of Narnia - Edmund Pevensie

The Count of Monte Cristo - Eugenie & Louise

Crime and Punishment - Raskolnikov & Razumikhin

Dracula Count Dracula Jonathan Harker Mina & Lucy

The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde - Jekyll/Hyde

The Divine Comedy - Dante & Virgil

Emma Emma Woodhouse Emma & Harriet

The Enchanted Island of Yew - Prince Marvel

The Epic of Gilgamesh - Gilgamesh & Enkidu

Eugene Onegin - Onegin & Lensky

Fahrenheit 451 - Guy Montag

The Famous Five series - George Kirrin

The Fate of the Crown - Valcour & Francisco de Paola

Frankenstein Victor Frankenstein Victor & Henry Captain Walton

The Great Gatsby Nick Carraway Nick & Gatsby Jordan Baker Daisy & Jordan

Hamlet Hamlet & Horatio Rosencrantz & Guildenstern

The Haunting of Hill House - Eleanor & Theodora

Herbert West–Reanimator - Herbert West

The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn - Huckleberry Finn

The Idiot Myshkin Rogozhin

The Iliad - Achilles & Patroclus

The Invisible Man - Jack Griffin

In Memoriam A. H. H. - Alfred Tennyson & Arthur Hallam

Jane Eyre - Jane Eyre

Jasper Jones - Charlie & Jasper

Jeeves and Wooster series - Jeeves & Wooster

Jude the Obscure - Sue Bridehead

Julius Caesar - Brutus & Cassius

Les Misérables Enjolras Enjolras & Grantaire Javert

Little Women Jo March Laurie Lawrence

Lord of the Flies - Piggy

The Lord of the Rings series Frodo & Sam Galadriel Boromir Fingon & Maedhros (The Silmarillion)

Macbeth - Lady Macbeth

Mansfield Park - Fanny & Mary

The Merchant of Venice - Antonio

A Midsummer Night's Dream - Puck

Moby Dick - Ishmael

The Most Dangerous Game - General Zaroff

Mrs Dalloway - Clarissa

Much Ado About Nothing Benedict Beatrice

Oliver Twist - Oliver Twist

Orlando - Orlando

Othello - Iago

The Outsiders Ponyboy Curtis Johnny & Dally

Peter Pan - Peter Pan

The Picture of Dorian Gray Dorian Gray Dorian & Basil Henry Wotton

Pride and Prejudice - Charlotte Lucas

Richard II - Richard II

Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead - Rosencrantz & Guildenstern

Romeo and Juliet - Mercutio

The Secret History - Richard Papen

A Separate Peace - Gene & Finneas

Sherlock Holmes Series Sherlock Holmes Sherlock & John James Moriarty which adaptation is the most queer?

The Talented Mr Ripley Tom Ripley Tom & Dickie

The Tempest - Ariel

To Kill a Mockingbird - Scout Finch

Twelfth Night Viola Corsino Olivia

Ulster Cycle (Celtic Mythology) - Cú Chulainn

Waiting for Godot - Vladimir & Estragon

The Wonderful Wizard of Oz - Dorothy Gale

[trickster-tabby]

Sides Parents

Father: unknown

Mother: Kira Schrader (deceased)

Raised by grandmother, Linda Schrader

Janus unfortunately was conceived via rape. His mother was too poor to care for him, and gave custody to his grandmother (who he calls "Gran") when he was only a year old. He never saw her again.

Father: Frank Liddell

Mother: Tonya Liddell (deceased)

Stepfather: Drew Liddell

Patton's mother, while very loving, was mentally unstable. She committed suicide when Patton was a child. Patton was confused when his father started seeing Drew, but he grew to love him.

Father: King Terry Mixon

Mother: Queen Gina Mixon

Terry tries his best to be "hip with the kids". He fails miserably. Gina actually does understand gen z culture, and tries to teach him, which makes it a little more bearable.

Father: Reginald "Ren" Redd (unknown for Xyler)

Mother: Ashley Redd

Thankfully, Logan's parents are divorced. Logan's father is a horrible person. He's queerphobic and abusive. He intentionally misgenders and deadnames Logan. Logan's mother is a loving and wonderful person. She always accepted that Logan is not Lauren.

Father: King Kai Moriarty

Mother: Queen Karen Moriarty

Older sister: Princess Veronica Moriarty

Virgil's parents, while very loving and very much loved, don't understand that Virgil is no longer a child. They try to protect him from things like swearing, sex, and even things that used to scare him that he now loves. For example, heavy music bands such as Avenged Sevenfold used to scare Virgil because they were loud, but now A7X is one of his favorite bands. Virgil also dislikes being treated like royalty, despite being a prince. Veronica, while liking more stereotypically "white girl" things, understands Virgil and hangs out with him regularly. Veronica will inherit the throne.

[ifeellikeameowster]

E.V.O.L Chapter 2 - On No!

Chapter Summary: Logan is finally done with his workday and can now retire to his living quarter upstairs. He starts reviewing his notes for the day only to find a few inconsistencies and a startling conclusion...

Warnings: Beginnings of Yandere like behavior, mentions of stalking, emotional breakdown, breaking of objects.

Pairings: One-sided analogical.

Word Count: 4k+

Chapter followed by Author’s Note then Tag List under the read more:

One track mind, one track heart.

If I fail, I'll fall apart.

Maybe it is all a test.

'Cause I feel like I'm the worst,

So I always act like I'm the best.

Logan Sumner, self proclaimed magical child prodigy and warlock extraordinaire, always had three cups of coffee throughout his typical work day. One cup before breakfast, one in the middle of lunch, and finally one after his dinner. Dr Sumner was well known in the magical community as a stickler for his routine and the outbursts that were sure to follow if anything trivial ever dared to interrupt said routine. Though the particular interruptions that had occurred earlier that day hadn’t bothered him nearly as much as they should have. Almost as if-

He tightened his lips and jerkily shook his head to rid himself of that train of thought before it could even leave the station. Instead, he steered ever sturdily and steadily forward and into his quaint dining room table’s only occupying chair. It was time for dinner, after all. He whistled out into the air of the sparsely decorated apartment atop his shop for his two wonderful and trustworthy Familiars. 

Moriariy, punctual as per usual, was the first to join him. Flying in from the direction of his bedroom and landing at the other end of the table, where a small plate of little seeds and several lush fruits awaited him. His other Familiar, however, followed along at his typical slower pace. Slinking in from the direction of the stairwell and stopping beside him at the foot of the table, where a larger plate of tenderly cooked meats awaited him.

“Did you have a good run, Sheppard?” Logan asks the Valravn as he runs a gentle hand along the canine’s back.

Sheppard, who was slightly more wild in nature than the Yatagarasu, would occasionally leave the shop for the later half of their work day in order to have a refreshing romp in the nearest forest- the one just outside of Painic Park. Logan never once worried over his return, for his Familiars had never failed him before. Which is one of the many reasons he got along better with them than with his other, more humanoid peers.

The handsome pitch black wolf with scattered feathers along his form, bird’s talons as front legs, and a sharp beak perched at the end of his snout gave a tired out, low swooping nod at the query. His warlock gave him a quick pat on the head for his reply and turned away to focus on his own meal. 

It was a hearty and well balanced dinner of steak and salad, yet Logan could not help but feel as though he was craving something else entirely different. Perhaps it was the usual pull towards his work he so often felt? Nodding along to the notion, he picked up his cutlery in order to dig in. One cannot think well on an empty stomach, as the saying goes. Once he began eating, his polite and surprisingly patient Familiars began to eat their own meals as well.

After dinner he immediately washes the small amount of dishes used during the day. It was best not to let them pile up too much, as he was a man that loathed disorder and messiness.

Moriarty swooped in to help place the assorted plates and glasses back on the shelves while Sheppard strode his way over to the living room to lay between Logan’s grey loveseat and the small brick fireplace. Knowing full well that that seat was where Logan would be spending the next couple of hours as he casually went over the day’s work. 

Moriarty, on the other hand, would spend the time flitting between nesting on the cushion beside him, perching on the back of the loveseat, and resting himself upon Logan’s shoulder. His movements were easily predictable for Logan, who hardly ever got startled by the bird. Well, with the exception of…

The warlock pinched the bridge of his nose as he made his own way into the living room while holding his last cup of coffee of the day, sending Moriarty a look that somehow managed to be questioning, exasperated, and fond all rolled into one as he passed by him.

Why had the bird practically launched himself towards their newest client? Normally, if his Familiars invaded a strangers personal space so abruptly upon first meeting them then that meant that they saw them as a threat and were acting fast to protect their warlock. But that had apparently not been the case at all! Moriarity had....had proceeded to cuddle the darkly dressed man in an overly affectionate and quite frankly rude manner. His Familiars, as he had mentioned to the fellow, usually did not like anyone other than Logan. Only finding exception in long time acquaintances that he held a particular camaraderie with. Especially Moriarty because he was Logan’s first and therefore most bonded. The client in question, however...Had seemed to not mind at all...And had just happily soaked up the bird’s affection towards him. He had taken it all in with an alarmingly charming smile and softened voice that almost made his knees-

He falls into the loveseat, gripping the edge of the cushions with one hand and trying not to spill his fresh coffee with the other as he sits down. Anchoring his thoughts before he lets them set sail into some illusionary sunset. He needed to forget about that odd incident. He needed to start thinking straight again. He needed to get some more work done. 

Don't do love, don't do friends.

I'm only after success.

Don't need a relationship.

I'll never soften my grip.

With a resolved sigh the warlock reached over to the end table beside the loveseat, placed the just barely saved cup atop it’s coaster, scooped up the couple of notebooks that were there, and began looking through his notes on all of his meetings for the day. As he read through them, however, he began to feel unnaturally antsy. He chewed on his bottom lip. He tapped his nails against the cover. He hopped his foot continuously up and down. Sensing his uneasiness, Moriarty lets out a questioning caw soon followed by Sheppard’s concerned woof.  

“I’m fine.” He rasps out, “It’s just…” His eyes flicker towards the second notebook, the one now laying right beside his thigh. The one he would read second. Because he always read everything in chronological order and he would never skip around. Not for anything. Because it was very important that he remained well organized and timely in his work. So he would leave that one for later, for only after he had finished this one first. He would leave it there and he would-

Proceed to snatch it up immediately, entirely disregarding the previous notebook, which promptly and tragically fell onto the floor. Poor first notebook. Your fate belongs with the pen now.

“It’s this.” He hisses out as he flips on over to page thirty two. The beginning of his notes on his noon appointment, who had actually arrived an overwhelmingly terrible amount of one and a half hours late. Which had set him further on edge than he already was after dealing with Misses Stockbean around ten o’clock that morning, who had demanded more Ozian Poppy seeds than the original agreed amount for half the usual price. So understandably, he might have been a tad snappy towards the bloke at first but he had tried to soften at least a little bit after seeing how anxious the poor guy really was. But then, oh then, Moriarty had preceded to act entirely too strange for him which set Logan right back on edge again. After he had calmed his Familiar down with promises of extra fruits at dinner that night if he stayed quietly upstairs for the remainder of the appointment, he had finally been able to start to interview him.

Monday, September 23rd. Virgil Spurling. Age 26. Self Employed. Lives with his three adoptive parents, Thomas Proudfoot, Talyn Banes, and Joan Vivas. Only spends time with either the three of them, or his two honorary cousins Remington Sexton and Otto Toby Haggard. No living friends outside of the family. No current romantic or sexual partners. Has dark brown hair with light brown highlights. Has long bangs that fall over his eyes, sometimes almost covering them completely. Has rather stormy hazel blue eyes that almost appear violet depending on the lighting he is in. Has pronounced dark circles under his eyes- which are concerning. Has a lovely onyx teardrop piercing on his left cheek and a pair of matching dahlia piercings besides his lips. Has rounded, soft pink lips with a thinner upper lip and a thicker, more bitable lower lip and-

Wait a minute, just what kind of notes had he been taking the entire time he was conducting this interview?! He skips ahead two pages and he’s still just on the physical description section. His physical descriptions had always been more concise and to the point before now. He didn’t quite understand what had happened this time in order to change that. He skims ahead more to try and pinpoint any change or clue anywhere in all of this absurdity. 

Has brushed his bangs aside and placed them beside his ear to allow me to see that he has a tattoo behind his ear, on the side of his neck, comprised of a complicated swirl of black roses and thorns. It looks like it would have been painful to get but compliments the structure of the junction between his neck and shoulder nicely. It makes one wonder if he would appreciate someone’s equally difficult yet proudly designed tattoos of assorted constellations across one’s rib cages-

Okay, just why had he started talking about his own tattoos? These notebooks weren’t for some diary-esque documentation of himself. They were for taking professional notes so that he made sure he remembered the most important details of, and information for, all of his assorted clientele. Skip ahead further!

He is surprisingly smart. He is as quick witted as he is sharp-tongued. Metaphorically, of course. Physically, his actual tongue is baby pink and soft, if the few times it has darted out to lick nervously over his lips and teeth are of any indication. He hates pick up lines. Understandable. I find them pointless as well. He. Him. He too has memorized the entire periodic table of elements and is actually fluent in using their abbreviated symbols to make multiple words. Impressive. Breathtaking-

Well at least he seemed to be finally past the physical description now. Yet those strange sentences kept popping up and intertwining themselves where they had no right to be. Even if that had been rather breathtaking at the time it still...It still didn’t explain...Skip ahead! Skip ahead!

He lost his only friend at much too young of an age. I couldn't even begin to imagine how he must feel. How I would have felt were I in his place. He deserves to be comforted and well looked after. He needs a hug. A nice long, extended hug. Perhaps, seeing as I am the only one here with him as of the moment and thusly the only person currently available to do so I could-

Woah, woah, woah. Slow down there past Logan! One should never initiate physical contact with their client without their express consent. He knew that, of course. He knew that and yet he had written...He had written far too much about himself, is what he had done. Wasn’t he supposed to be finding Virgil a suitable romantic and/or sexual partner? How could he do that if he was too busy writing about himself and what...what he wanted? And wait, he wanted? He...yearned? And just for what, exactly? Skip-

He likes poetry. Specifically gothic poetry. That is one of my many favorites as well. I have a rather extensive collection in my shop that I could share with him-

Oh Merlin. 

He prefers Astronomy as well. Rather surprising, actually, given his darker appearance and habit of speaking- I had wrongly pegged him for someone much more superstitious. A nice surprise. A welcome one. He seems hyper fixated on the plethora of bird-associated constellations which is highly endearing. There is a new large telescope being currently housed in the recently opened observatory section of the Morph Museum, which is not that far of a walk from my shop. Perhaps I could take him-

Oh Merryweather.

He likes bath bombs and the hand soap that foams. He likes collecting seashells and storing little hidden trinkets in them. He likes feeling the gentler tides lap across his feet but dislikes ever actually going any further into the water unless someone he trusts is there with him. Meanwhile, I personally haven’t been out metal detecting in a while maybe I could go with-

Oh Mages of Both Old and New!

I know exactly what I want and who I want to be.

I know exactly why I walk and talk like a machine.

I'm now becoming my own self-fulfilled prophecy.

Oh, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh!

Logan tosses the notebook back down onto the couch, a notably much safer place than the floor, and lets out a choked, broken sob. Using his hands to haphazardly tug on his hair, he somehow hopes to numb his ever spiraling thoughts like a brain freeze might do so after drinking a cold beverage too fast but it’s not working.  Nothing’s working and-

And there’s a lick on one of his hands. He blinks aside a few tears he hadn’t even realized had fallen in the first place and sees that Sheppard had risen to his height by standing on his hind paws and was now trying to gently get his warlock to stop abusing his own scalp. Meanwhile, Moriarty was darting back and forth across the room, obviously trying to locate the source of Logan’s clear distress. He manages a breathy chuckle at that despite his current haggard condition and decides to wrap his arms gently around Sheppard’s feathered scuff instead.

“Really,” he praises, “What would I do without you two?” 

Sheppard huffs back at him, which roughly translated to Nothing, obviously. And causes Logan to break out into a more genuine laugh this time before sinking to his knees and bringing the pup softly down with him. He evens his breathing out as Shep licks consolingly at his hands and arms. “What am I going to do, boy?” he mumbles as he uses his dress shirt’s pocket handkerchief to dab at the stray tears with one arm as he still clings to the wolf with his other. “This can’t be happening, right? It just can’t.” He gets no response at that, however, probably since the poor canine can’t entirely grasp the emotional severity of the situation. 

Deciding to just toss the handkerchief into the nearest bin instead of sending it through the wash as per usual whenever he dirtied it, he finally lets go of Sheppard, stands back up, and brushes off his pants legs. Upon glancing towards the looming form of the notebook where it still lay tauntingly on the couch’s cushions, he guffaws a more strained and panicked laugh as his thought train not only takes off down the tracks but also entirely derails off course.

If you are not very careful,

Your possessions will possess you.

TV taught me how to feel,

Now real life has no appeal.

“What have I always told myself, hm?” He gestures wildy, causing Moriarty to stop his frantic searching in order to look towards him and for Sheppard to perk back up into attention as well. “What have I always told myself even way back in school? Even though other more hormonal mages always disagreed with me, what were the words I always stuck by, huh?” The two Familiars shared a brief confused look between the two of them.

Logan stops to run a hand through his hair in hopes of straightening it up a bit from it’s tousled state. “What words not only got me through school but also allowed me to reach my full potential and achieve the placement of top student?” He allows himself to take a moment to stroke a hand over each of the surfaces of all the awards aligning the top shelf of his smallest bookcase, located on the other side of the loveseat than the end table was. These were the backups of the awards he kept in his shop downstairs, just in case a particularly rowdy customer ever managed to break one. After his fingers left the “Best Little Potion Maker’s” one, he pushed himself away from the area entirely and headed swiftly towards the hallway in front of the staircase. 

It has no appeal.

It has no appeal.

It has no appeal.

It has no appeal.

It has no appeal!

His ever attentive Familiars followed worriedly behind him until they stop just before the steps. He flourishes a harsh, pointed finger at the few portraits hanging on the wall there. “What words were going to eventually get me all the way to the top of Heartwish City’s very own magical community? But are now just...Just dead pipe dreams!” His two most trusted creature companions, still ever so confused by his current trail of logic, made hushed little questioning noises.

Ripping the topmost portrait off of the wall, he began to hiss his next words at it as if the object itself had managed to personally offend him. “Focus on your work. Never fall prey to your feelings. You need to be successful in life more than you need to personally engage in any inane romantic or sexual endeavors.” Merlin’s painted facade stared blankly and unchangingly back at him. In utter retaliation at the silence, he tosses it frame and all down the stairs. Upon remembering Logan’s aversion to untidiness, Sheppard slinks slowly down them to go collect the scattered remains.

Don't want cash, don't want card.

Want it fast, want it hard.

Don't need money, don't need fame.

I just want to make a change.

“Lot of good that did me, boys!” He continues to deliriously shout out, “All these years and not even so much of an inkling of said feelings and yet over the course of one idiotically ineffable day I’ve managed to gain what is essentially a childish schoolyard crush!” He managed to breathe out all in one go before slumping tiredly against the side of the stairwell.

In a Eureka! moment Moriarty begins to excitedly flit to and fro while hurriedly chirping at his warlock. Almost too fast for him to be able to sense the meaning of. “Wait, slow down a bit Mori. What are you-” More hard to decipher chirps, “Hold on, move in? What on earth gave you that idea? No, he’s not going to-” More persistent caws this time, “Well, of course we both like him, I’ve literally just now established that already and- And wait just a moment.”

He scoops the bird gently into his palms. “You liked him first, didn’t you?” One short caw confirmed a resounding Yes. for him. “Did you know, then? Could you have possibly sensed that he’s perfect for me? For us?” He stutters out a breathy laugh, “That’s what that whole debacle was about, wasn’t it?” The crow coos soothingly back up at him and gives him a love bite on the bridge of his nose. Logan releases Moriarty back into the air, along with the emotions connected to his previous outburst, and leans back to place his hands firmly on his hips while he stood proudly back up on his own two feet.

“Just look at me, behaving so ridiculously over the top for such a trivial matter. Throwing a temper tantrum even! Just what would my old professors say, if they saw me now?” He shuffles over to the other side of the hallway where a small cabinet is and opens one of the drawers. “After all, I am more than perfectly capable of handling more than one problem at a time, am I not?” There was both a cheerfully agreeable caw and howl at that, which caused him to finally smile happily again. “And besides, it might not even last all that long. Crushes and mere infatutations are usually short lived!” He rifles through the drawer’s contents until he finds another portrait that was dusty and slightly cracked in one of the upper hand corners. Shutting the drawer and striding back over to the stairwell he holds it up to see if it’ll fit in the arrangement. “Yes, this’ll do perfectly.”

I just wanna change.

I just wanna change.

I just wanna change.

I just wanna change.

I just wanna change!

“And well, if it does last longer or just so happens to escalate further, then...” He concludes as he places the portrait on the spot with a short spell to fix the hook he had broken earlier and steps back to admire the new set up, “His parents never specified that I couldn't be the one I chose for his match, now did they?” Morgan Le Fey, now sitting atop the others as if on a throne made up of the mages, gives him a subtly wicked and tilted smile in response. 

He mirrors her expression for the briefest of moments before spinning on his heel and heading towards the only window on the top floor of his building. The warlock steps into his bedroom,  pushes the curtains aside, and undoes the latches in the center. As he thrusts the two panes wide open, Moriarty joins his side once more.

 “Ah, perfectly punctual as always, Moriarty.” he praises as the bird lands on the back of his hand before leaning in to whisper conspiratorially to him, “Before any new endeavor one embarks on in their life, they should always research properly first, yes?” After his Familiar nods in agreement he continues onwards, “And I’m sure you want to see him again soon yourself, right?” Upon realizing who his warlock was talking about, the bird fluffs up his feathers in anticipation. “Exactly, so this all makes perfect sense.” He waves away any other possible negative notions with a sweep of his hand and turns swiftly back towards the open window.

The sun was setting now. The doctor briefly recalled a time, as a kid, where he had stayed up long past his bedtime not only to see the sunset but to also test out his newest telescope. Back then, before he had properly entered into his magical schooling, he had been far more into scientific pursuits at the time. Though he still held a liking towards them now that he was older, what really currently consumed him was his work with all things magical and mythical. Though now, after today, a new beast of a subject was rounding the corner to have it’s turn eating away at his soul. Maybe, just maybe, if he was lucky enough, he could manage to take a bite out of it first.

“Alright, Moriarity, you know what you must do.” He interrupted the nostalgic scene and swung the arm the Yatagarasu was perched upon out the window and into the open picturesque evening air. His voice took on a booming echo, “Go forth and gather all that we must know, Though never your own cover you must blow.”

All three of his Familiar’s eyes flashed with the royal blue color of Logan’s magic before the third eye disappeared into the feathers of his forehead and his third leg was tucked away into the feathers of his tail. They both breathed a collective sigh of relief at another spell well cast, despite the roller coaster of emotions that they had all been through that day. Moriarty gave him one final nod in reassurance of their plan and took off into the ever changing dusk sky.

The warlock stayed by the window long enough to watch until his Familiar’s form disappeared over the horizon then set about closing and locking it back up. His other Familiar trudged upwards from the stairs, through the small apartment, and into his bedroom. Giving him a huff to announce his presence. 

“Oh, you cleaned it up?” he asked the Valravn, who butted his head against his thigh, “Thank you, though I could have gotten it myself later.” A grunt followed that and he chuckled as he scratched behind the canine’s ears, “Yes, yes you're a good boy. Now let’s head to bed, shall we?” Sheppard pulled away from the affection to howl at the window. “Moriarty? He’s...running an errand. He’ll be a while.” To which he received the most pointed look a dog’s face could ever muster. He shivered as he felt the intrinsically implied Can’t hide things from me, we’re bonded. and cleared his throat to correct himself, “He’s watching over our dear new acquaintance, Virgil. Don’t worry, you’ll be able to meet him yourself soon.” 

Much more satisfied by that answer, Shep hopped up onto his rightful spot at the foot of the bed. Where he settled down to wait as Logan went through his nightly routine of partially getting ready for the next work day, cleaning himself up, and changing into his pajamas. 

Meanwhile, the coffee mug in the living room on the dark wooden end table still sat forgotten and untouched. Where it would no doubt remain throughout the entire night.

I'm gonna live, I'm gonna fly.

I'm gonna fail, I'm gonna die.

I'm gonna live, I'm gonna fly.

I'm gonna fail, gonna die, die, die, die.

A/N: So I’m still a dirty rotten no good procrastinator. But! Hopefully it’ll help make up for the wait just a little bit that I’ll be posting both chapters 2 and 3 in quick secession. Along with a short, one-off Creativitwins fanfic (coming soon) based off of the latest episode (SVS Part 2). Hope you’ll enjoy! ^ . ^ “”” Also, I’ll no longer be going through the original post for reblogs to add to the taglist. So if anyone wants to be added to it please dm or ask me and let me know! ;3

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[queerdino]

I am writing fandom letters! If you want one just leave a note with the name of your favorite character! XOXO

[ren-allen]

More of that Sherlock AU everyone thinks about at some point in time.

What do you mean “What about Thomas?” Obviously Thomas is Mrs Hudson. Mrs Hudson is a caring nurturing person. A bit slow about certain things but very hospitable. She is very helpful towards Sherlock and Watson, even if she has no reason to do so. She is also very accepting of Sherlock and his eccentricities. She finds a head in the fridge and rather than freak out and panic, she just questions “Why use the house fridge? He’s going to get sick” Aside from Watson, Mrs Hudson is one of the few people that can tolerate to some extent the sometimes cruel and calloused way Sherlock talks to people. Also Sherlock and Watson Adore Mrs Hudson, so that rests my case.

So that leaves

Sherlock— Logan

Watson— Patton

Mycroft— Roman

Molley Hooper— Virgil

Mrs. Hudson— Thomas

TBA

Remy

Deceit

Perhaps Emile at some point in time

[cryusannus]

Sanders Sides as Sherlock characters! Dedicated to the amazing Thomas Sanders (@thatsthat24) !

[miomeu]

Deceit so natural But a wolf in sheep's clothing is more than a warning...

My new edit is based on @gia-does-stuff‘s post! I hope that you'll like it, because I think that this one turned out amazing!

[remuscore]

Tell me about your monsters!! I don’t have any specific questions lol I just wanna hear you ramble about them

-Florida anon (I’m claiming that as my name)

I’m using this to talk about their names bc I put too much effort into them lmao

Remus and Roman have the last name Cross and while that’s sick as FUCK it holds a lot of symbolism. It gives them both a religious undertone, a holier feel to Roman’s self righteous journey to be normal and chase out the evil of monsters and adds a deeper meaning to Remus’ love for being a beast, a demon of the night known for its carnage.

Janus’ last name is Moriarty, which means “The Art of Death.” It’s an elegant name and it brings more of a thought out idea of why Janus brought a man back to life. He appreciated death for its beauty and purpose and wanted to see if he could create art out of it through his magic. He wanted to express through his experimentation that death didn’t need to be the end. If someone wanted to keep living after death, then it should be no different than being an organ donor.

Virgil’s last name, Bateman, has less significance in the actual name than it does that he has a last name at all. I got it from the main antagonist from “American Psycho” and choose it because I believe Fall Out Boy has an album or song of the same title. The really significance tho is that he has a last name. Meaning that he was someone at some point. He had a family, a job, friends, a place to call home, and even a cat!! Having a last name reminds you that Virgil was a person before he became undead.

Logan’s last name is Mallory which, yes, doesn’t seem so sinister or obvious until you look up it’s origins. Mallory means an unfortunate or unlucky person and it fits quite well. Logan’s lives work was destroyed because of a close friend and that ended up with him going against the demands of the state and his fellow scientists and picking up witchcraft. He’s mixing science and magic together without any magical being making sure he’s being safe. He’s risking not only his career, but his life on a study that has been discontinued. And I have no doubt that this will bite him in the ass later.

Lastly, Patton’s last name is Hemlock. Hemlocks are a highly poisonous flower with symptoms appearing 20 minutes to three hours after ingestion. All parts of the plant are poisonous and even the dead canes remain toxic for up to three years. Despite this, it’s a very basic looking flower. You would never look twice at it if you walked by. Since Patton works with poisonous plants, it’s only fair he gets a name after one that encompasses himself the best.

[coconut-cluster]

Hi hi im not doing too good rn and i was wondering do you have any happy or fluffy headcanons? I've got no preference rlly just anything that's good and wholesome and stuff. Yeah. Thank u. It's okay if you don't tho, I'll probably chill out in a little while lol

oh of course!!! i hope you’re feelin better soon anon!! 💕💕

even though they could just imagine their own Nintendo Switches, the entire famILY chooses instead to crowd around Roman’s and backseat-play his game, which basically means they all sit on the couch and debate about villagers/terraforming/crafting while Roman plays it out for them

Patton and Remus have had very passionate debates about the merits of frog villagers

they have also spent a full day making a froggy chair, which ended up with them covered in green paint and Logan and Roman actually building the chair 

Roman will sweep anyone and everyone into a dance or very dramatic hug at any time (except Virgil, who doesn’t like sudden embraces, so Roman just kinda holds his hands enthusiastically) 

Janus, Logan, and Patton absolutely dress up as Moriarty, Sherlock, and Watson for Halloween every one year, and the other three get a kick out of it 

They have one night a month - usually near the end of the month - where they each make and present a niche powerpoint (an idea they stole off tiktok)

^^ notable presentations of the past include “We should all learn Irish and here’s why, you uncultured hooligans” (Logan, spoken partially in Irish to prove a point), “Why Timothee Chalamet should illegally change his name to Tumbleweed Champagne” (Janus, very persuasive), and  “Top ten uses of a watermelon, listed in order of least to most likely to get you banned from the state of Illinois” (Remus)

Patton and Logan cook together on the weekends, which is to say Logan follows a recipe and Patton tries to convince him to add random ingredients (and sometimes succeeds) for two hours straight

Roman and Virgil also cook together sometimes, but always late at night when they’re the only ones awake and need a late-night snack, so it ends up as them having chocolate-covered popcorn and coffee and watching Disney movies at two in the morning

Janus is the best cook in the house, though, and makes the whole family breakfast every Sunday morning. It’s always unbelievably extra - we’re talkin pancakes, waffles, parfaits, bacon, eggs, cinnamon rolls, biscuits, sausage, french toast, Roman had to make them a dining room in the Mind Palace to get a big enough table for it all - and they all absolutely love it 

The whole fam has had multiple movie nights that end up with them splitting up and building rival blanket forts (from which they launch pillows as ammunition of course)

(the most impressive blanket fort in the history of such rivalries was built when Logan, Janus, and Roman were on a team together; it had the grandeur of Roman and Janus combined with Logan’s dedication to structural integrity. absolutely unbeatable)

[thetsxshibiscusanon]

TS x Sides BBC Sherlock AUs

Aaaaaaaaaaand I'm back on my BS, hey y'all!

Alright, I'm just gonna cut to the chase- I'm a BBC Sherlock and TS fanatic, and so is @thomasxsides, and while we have different preferences I have ways to accommodate for that! So- here are my different takes on the casting for this AU because so many different ideas work here and I love it- though I'll only mention four characters of note each time

(This goes in the order I thought of them- not from favourite to least favourite or vice versa)

Variation 1 (the first AU I thought of):

This one follows the premise of the show itself- very few changes here, though Johnlock!Thomgan is more emphasised and follows through because oh my god I've had it with the queerbaiting istg-

Sherlock: Logan

John: Thomas

Mary: Janus

Moriarty: Remus

Variation 2 (my personal favourite):

More Johnlock based than Warstan, though the Warstan is there- follows an AU where the queerbaiting just blips out after Series 4 and Johnlock!Thomceit commences because comfort ship, ayo-

Sherlock: Janus

John: Thomas

Mary: Remy

Moriarty: Remus

Variation 3 (this one's for you River):

Sheriarty based because of that one scene from The Empty Hearse and because River said they love Sheriarty, and I'm a sucker for protagonist x antagonist ships, so this one's for you friendo!

Sherlock: Detective Sanders (even though I consider him a separate character, in the canon of Kill in the Blank, he's technically just Thomas with a different profession- so this works out)

John: Virgil

Mary: Remy

Moriarty: Remus (basically, if Remus isn't Moriarty, it just doesn't click /hj)

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If I make any more variations, they're certainly being added on, but for now, here are the three main ones!

I hoped y'all liked it and River I hope I have satisfied your Sheriarty heart!