Napoleon of Crime

theonlyqueenofhell:

jim-moriarty-rp:

“Fallacy. It’s a logical fallacy. Petitio principii. A fallacy of presumption. There is no necessary correlation between the premise A and premise B, and therefore the conclusion is invalid.” Jim spouted off automatically, his words rapid, like he were reciting, almost. “Simply because A is true, does not mean that B is not false. So I cannot, in any good faith, assume you shall not lie in the future, for any reason. Simple nature cannot factor in.”

“You want to throw premise and conclusion form at me because you’re scared to trust me now? Really, Jim? Instead of reciting every logic and metaphysics textbook in the world, how about you answer the real question I asked you, hmmm? Do you trust me or not?” she snapped, having reached her limit with him.

“You’re a demon.” Jim replied, calm and cool. “Who trusts a demon, other than an angel, that is?” 

always-and-never-counted asked: "No, you don't," she answered simply. She knew there was nothing to fear if she disobeyed him, she wouldn't end up like a target of his or anything of the like, dead, so why worry? She wouldn't end up hurt either. "You're working, almost 24/7, you barely sleep or eat. John has Aedan. Tonight is date night." She reached over and shut the laptop, knowing nothing would delete itself, just go into sleep mode.

Jim let out a choked cry of ‘no!’ as Molly shut the computer. True nothing would be lost, but he had time-sensitive items on there that would turn off in an hour or so and then he’d have to reboot the entire program, at least three of them. Damnit. Whatever, it seemed there really wasn’t anything he could do about it now. Unless he appealed to Molly, of course…

“Molly, I was working, you can’t just take that away like that, dear.” He sighed, caressing her cheek gently, “I need to get all sorts of things done before the week is over and I won’t be able to if you won’t let me work on it, dearest…”

theonlyqueenofhell:

jim-moriarty-rp:

Jim sighed and looked down at the table. “No, you haven’t lied to me. In the past.” He murmured, inaudible to human ears, but that was fine, because she was, in fact, a demon. Just as stated. He looked up at her with tired eyes. Not the kind of tired that came with working a 10-hour shift at one’s job, the kind that came with having lived far more than one’s years, of having a too-long life, of having to constantly push uphill, only for the boulder to fall back once the top was reached. Jim was tired, and he wanted to just be done sometimes, very much like he did now, but unfortunately he couldn’t. There ain’t no rest for the wicked, after all…

She met his gaze, understanding in her eyes as she tried to will him back onto her side.

“And so, it follows logically, that I wouldn’t lie to you now, doesn’t it?” she asked, half rhetorically. 

Crowley’s fingers tapped out a complicated rhythm on the table as she waited for Jim’s confirmation or denial of her statement. 

“Fallacy. It’s a logical fallacy. Petitio principii. A fallacy of presumption. There is no necessary correlation between the premise A and premise B, and therefore the conclusion is invalid.” Jim spouted off automatically, his words rapid, like he were reciting, almost. “Simply because A is true, does not mean that B is not false. So I cannot, in any good faith, assume you shall not lie in the future, for any reason. Simple nature cannot factor in.”

tagalongsusan:

jim-moriarty-rp:

“Neither…” Jim hummed, raising an eyebrow at Susan. “What does that matter at all?” He walked closer to her, not wanting to lose sight of her in here, it would be an easy escape if she decided to book it with his back turned… not that he couldn’t have her hunted down easily enough, but some poor, idiot hero always tried to step in and that was always a pain.

Susan glanced at him.  “It matters because if you’re constantly wearing makeup for a long period of time, your skin is going to need help.”  Her eyes scanned the store, trying to see where the exits were.  The uneasy, anxious feeling was setting in again.  This was the first time in almost a month she’d gone without taking her pills for this long.  “We’ll go with combination skin then.”  Darting quickly over to the concealer aisle, she began rifling through the shelves, not bothering to check if he was behind her.

Jim hummed in acknowledgement, even as he watched her, sharp eyes picking up the very beginnings of withdrawal symptoms, seeing her eyes darting about, paranoid. He laid a gentle hand on her shoulder as he stood next to her, watching her go through the different concealers.

always-and-never-counted asked: Working again. Molly frowned at the sight of her fiancé still working, always working. He may have had the majority of control the majority of the time, but right then, she knew he needed a break. She moved forward and removed the laptop from in front of him, setting it aside, before straddling onto his lap. "Break time, darling."

Jim’s eyes were wide as he looked at Molly, “Wh-what? No! I’ve got things to do, Molly.” Jim protested automatically, reaching for the lap top even as she straddled his lap.

gamblingtigersniper:

jim-moriarty-rp:

“Unfortunate, then.” Jim stood and headed back to the kitchen, suddenly not in the mood for tea, and dumped what was left down the sink. There weren’t many dishes left at all, only one other cup, so he made sure to be a bit more careful than usual with it as he set it in the sink.

Sebastian heard the tea dump in the sink. At least he didn’t have to make it. He sighed, shifting on the couch to lay across the whole thing on his back. He closed his eyes and rubbed his temples with one hand. He kept mentally envisioning Jim storming around the kitchen, feet bleeding, rage in his dark eyes.

Jim had been about to go back to his office, but instead he walked over to the couch, leaning on the back of it, staring at Sebastian for a few seconds before poking his head. “You’re annoying. Go to sleep.”

gamblingtigersniper:

jim-moriarty-rp:

Jim didn’t pull their hands away from each other, somewhat sure that the girl would try to come in again and convince herself otherwise, the desperate usually did, and he hummed to himself for a few moments after she left. “Very good. I’ve still a few things to tell you, dear.” Jim murmured, not noticing the endearment. He didn’t tend to use many endearments with Sebastian, and only Sebastian really, simply because he was always just Jim Moriarty to him, he wasn’t Moriarty, or James, or Jim, or any of his aliases. It was odd, but Jim liked it well enough, not having to put on any act for the man, that would be downright exhausting if he did…

Sebastian was determined to hold on as long as Jim did, for whatever reason. They may have fucked on a semi-regular basis, but it wasn’t like they were actually a couple. It was a little nice to pretend to be one, though. “Oh yeah? What’s up?” Sebastian turned his head to look to Jim casually. This was almost… nice. Though he was terrified to even acknowledge that fact in his head, let alone mention it out loud. It would only ruin everything.

“After you get out of here, I’ve a job for you. I’ll tweak your exit plan for your casts,” here Jim sent a disparaging look at said objects, his upper lip curling a little in disgust, like the very existence of such things offended him. “But you’ll be judged just as harshly as usual, understood? I’ll not have you muck up my plans simply because you were stupid enough to be hospitalized.”

theonlyqueenofhell:

jim-moriarty-rp:

“You’re a demon.” Jim nearly whispered, smiling like nothing was wrong in the world at all. But it was true, she was a demon, a literal one too, not like he was a demon, just in the minds of other people. She wasn’t human any more, couldn’t possibly- couldn’t ever- not any more. She couldn’t change her stripes just as a tiger couldn’t, and he knew it. Jim ignored entirely the little twinge in the back of his lungs, underneath his ribs, that was just a bit pained at the thought. ‘You’re a demon’ explained everything, because she was.

“Yes,” she responded simply. It was nothing more than a statement of fact. Crowley was quiet for several moments, looking closely at Jim. 

“I’m a demon of the crossroads. I don’t break deals. I don’t violate contracts. My word carries a certain amount of weight to me, and I will not lie to those I value enough to think they deserve knowing the truth. If you can’t look back at the past several  years and recognize that I haven’t lied to you, then I think we’re through here.”

Jim sighed and looked down at the table. “No, you haven’t lied to me. In the past.” He murmured, inaudible to human ears, but that was fine, because she was, in fact, a demon. Just as stated. He looked up at her with tired eyes. Not the kind of tired that came with working a 10-hour shift at one’s job, the kind that came with having lived far more than one’s years, of having a too-long life, of having to constantly push uphill, only for the boulder to fall back once the top was reached. Jim was tired, and he wanted to just be done sometimes, very much like he did now, but unfortunately he couldn’t. There ain’t no rest for the wicked, after all…

tagalongsusan:

jim-moriarty-rp:

“Periwinkle?” Jim sneered, though for a moment he looked a bit frightened at the prospect of it. “I’d look horrible in periwinkle. Can you just imagine? A periwinkle suit, it even sounds wrong. No.” Jim huffed with a frown, laying down the law of it then and there.

“Not a full suit,” Susan muttered, shaking her head.  That would be a bit much.  Clownish-looking.  “But a periwinkle shirt would probably look nice.”  She glanced him up and down and flushed.  “You’re probably right though, definitely a Winter.”  Amanda began smiling at them and Susan’s eyes darted over to her, shooting the woman a dirty look.  She turned her attention back to Jim and nodded at the expansive store.  “We should start with the basics first.  Does your skin dry out easily or do you have problems with excess oiliness?”

“Neither…” Jim hummed, raising an eyebrow at Susan. “What does that matter at all?” He walked closer to her, not wanting to lose sight of her in here, it would be an easy escape if she decided to book it with his back turned… not that he couldn’t have her hunted down easily enough, but some poor, idiot hero always tried to step in and that was always a pain.

alienanonymous:

tagalongsusan:

jim-moriarty-rp:

Jim closed his eyes to hear better. Though he didn’t catch as much of the conversation as he had hoped he would, he did hear some choice phrases, one of which included ‘Sebastian’ among the other ‘pets.’ He turned his back to the door the two left through and huffed bemused to himself. Idiots, they were going to give him his Tiger back? Perhaps Susan underestimated him, he only needed the brawn for this all to work out in the end, and Sebastian was exactly that… They might have turned his sniper docile, but he wouldn’t be for long once Jim was there to incite him again.

Susan followed Brzzgle*pop*spitrflge back into the room, peering at her former boss’s back through the cage.  “Are you alright, Jim?  I…”  She fought the natural urge to apologize.  No..no apologies.  She didn’t need to do that any more.  “I hope you’ve thought things over and are ready to comply.”

Her attention turned to her alien companion once again.  “We’ve seen  what the reward setting can do as well as the full control mode, my love. Hopefully we won’t need to use the punishment setting, but just in case perhaps you should inform our pet of what it does.”

Brzzgle*pop*spitrflge nodded eagerly, “Of course, my love. But please bear in mind, there has not been a case yet where punishment is unnecessary. It is highly likely that he will need to receive punishment at some stage during his training. However, it is probably a good idea to give our pet fair warning of what is to come. Perhaps it will discourage him from acting out in the future.”

The alien paced the room, “Just as the reward button produces the greatest feeling possible, the punishment produces the opposite. Feelings of sadness and hopelessness, along with an incredible pain are all observed results from pressing the button. In order to truly explain it we will need a demonstration.” Brzzgle*pop*spitrflge pressed the punishment button and watched Jim impassively for a few moments, then pressed the reward button to reward the pet for going through that without a transgression that would merit such a punishment.

Jim didn’t reply verbally or physically to Susan, keeping his back to the two of them and his face impassive, and so, he was hit unexpectedly by the ‘punishment’ button. His entire being was filled with a sense of hopelessness and depression and all his limbs and all over his body ached fiercely, so much that even blinking hurt. He groaned lowly, too lowly to really be heard at all, and crumpled in on himself, eyes closing. It wasn’t too different from falling into one of his depressions, he found. Not much different at all, the pain was different, the physical pain of it, but even then, only because it was so all-encompassing- but pain was something he was well-versed in ignoring by now… If they thought he couldn’t handle this well then, they had another thing coming. They really ought to know by now that fear was far more of a deterrent than this, more debilitating by far…

And then, just as suddenly,  he was flooded with pleasure and pure bliss. He stopped the panic attack just as it started, forcing himself to breathe calmly. However, to any on-lookers, the ‘pleasure’ had a far more negative effect on him than the ‘punishment’ did.

col-sebastian:

jim-moriarty-rp:

col-sebastian:

Sebastian watched Jim struggle, a slight sense of relief washed over him as he realised that his boss was exhausted rather than hurt. 

“I can help if you want Boss..” Sebastian said cautiously, well aware that Jim hated feeling weak. Sebastian followed Jim from a slight distance as he attempted to make it to his bedroom.

Jim hissed something unintelligible as Sebastian followed him. he could tell he’d said something, just not what it was. His eyes were closed as he shuffled to the bedroom, not even enough energy to be spared for yawning. His hand flopped out to turn the door knob, which miraculously worked the first attempt, and swayed as the door opened, looking ready to collapse again.

Sebastian gritted his teeth and watched as his Boss attempted to make it to the bedroom. Sebastian sighed, Jim was too stubborn sometimes, Sebastian closed the gap between them and gently eased Jim towards the bed, worried that he would collapse onto the floor otherwise, he would probably have to pay for his actions, that was if Jim even remembered by the time he woke up. 

In one fluid movement Sebastian picked Jim up and placed him gently on the bed, if Jim was aware enough to remember this then he would almost certainly have to make up for overstepping his boundaries. Sebastian looked at his boss and shook his head, exhaustion was written all over his face, he couldn’t even keep his eyes open,he should never have allowed himself to get so tired he would have been an easy target if someone decided they wanted revenge, Sebastian decided he would ague back using this if Jim got angry with him. 

“You might have a stupidly high IQ, but you are a fucking idiot sometimes.” Sebastian hissed under his breath

Jim writhed pathetically when Sebastian picked him up, but not nearly enough to break his grasp. He was simply too tired. But then again, it was like this every time, it was one of the only ways he could tire himself out physically so much that his body would fall asleep even if his mind was still whirring incessantly. He didn’t often let anyone see him like this, never if he could swing it, not even Sebastian. It was a weakness he knew, but a necessary one. 

sebastian-tiger-moran:

jim-moriarty-rp:

Jim couldn’t sleep. Now, this wasn’t unusual for the childish genius, but usually he wasn’t just lying awake on the couch, with all the lights off, his phone off, everything in the flat quieted and turned off. Usually he had something to occupy himself with, but not tonight. Tonight only his thoughts commandeered his attention, it seemed, and valiantly fought back the grasping hands of sleep. Unfortunate as it was.

Sebastian woke to an awareness that he was alone in their room. There was no Jim breathing besides him, no man watching him while he rested.

Sebastian breathed out„ pushed his hair back, away from his face, and exited the bed, pulling up his sweatpants.

The living room was dark, but he knew Jim was here. Sebastian stood next to the sofa, kneeling down, so that he wasn’t hovering over Jim. “Come to bed” his voice was gruff, thick from sleep “c’mon, it’s better than staying up all night.”

“I can’t.” Jim muttered, still staring straight up, not even bothering to turn his head to look at Sebastian. “I won’t either.” His murmur was more of a whisper really, and one would have to struggle to hear it if the entire flat weren’t so eerily quiet.

theunpleasantsurprise:

jim-moriarty-rp:

theunpleasantsurprise:

“It’s always worth a shot. If you give me the information I want you won’t have to end up hanging upside down again.” He pointed out with a smirk. “So would you rather talk here, or in the comfort of a chair?”

“The last chair you put me in gave me back problems for a bloody week!” Jim muttered bitterly with a frown. He yelped as he fell from the binding, having cut through them subtly with his one arm trapped behind his back. Luckily he was able to turn well enough to land on his feet and knees and hands rather than on the knife or his head. Huffing he stood and dusted himself off rather primly, straightening his tie and suit jacket as well. “There we are…”

“Oh you poor sod.” Bond replied sarcastically, rolling his eyes slightly. “Do you really think I care how your back was?” He sighed in frustration as Jim cut himself down, his hand moving to his gun. “How about we discuss this like gentlemen?”

Jim huffed, “With that gun you’ve got pointed at me?” Jim asked, sounding surprised, though his face was quite a bit more devious than it should be. However, the reason for that soon came to light. Jim pulled a smaller pistol from his inner jacket pocket, almost not looking like a gun at all, but there it was, made for maximum convenience and hide-ability. “No, no, dear Bond, now we can talk like gentleman, a gun pointed at you, and one at me. Fair’s fair, and all…”

tagalongsusan:

jim-moriarty-rp:

Jim just blinked slowly at that question. He knew, more or less, what she was getting at with all those seasons, probably, but it was still extremely odd. He gave the clerk a confused sort of look and put on those helpless puppy-dog eyes he saved for occasions such as this.

The clerk blinked at her and nodded slowly before composing herself.  “Well…um…I suppose, you’ll be needing make-up for your..friend, then?”  Susan nodded and smiled.  “Yes.  And I’ll be fine once I figure out the color palette, but I keep flip-flopping between Spring or Winter.  I’m leaning more towards Winter but he would look great in periwinkle, don’t you think?”  The clerk…Amanda, her tag stated, glanced at him and then back at Susan in confusion.

“Periwinkle?” Jim sneered, though for a moment he looked a bit frightened at the prospect of it. “I’d look horrible in periwinkle. Can you just imagine? A periwinkle suit, it even sounds wrong. No.” Jim huffed with a frown, laying down the law of it then and there.