The woes of being considered a fandom OC D:

[aimsthegun]

You know what might've saved you a lot of fucking trouble? Thinking ahead instead of just picking me up on a whim.

But by all means, sit around pissing and moaning because your game options are virtually non-existent. That'll help.

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[bloodredridinghood]

Hiya, Holmsie! Funny how we keep running into each other in one way or another, huh?

[aimsthegun]

[




Holmsie.


Holmsie. What--]

You've got the wrong person.

[shot_watson]

Of course, it all depends on perspective and which part of the fandom you are from. Clearly you exist in the original fandom. In the SHERLOCK fandom, you would certainly be an OC - as there hasn't even been an inference to your name and only in Dr. Watson's blog about your possible existence.

Of course, then you have someone like me. Clearly I exist - someone shot Captain Watson, but that is all we know. I could argue that I am not an OC in the same way you could. But it is really best to simply accept your fate and move forward.

[aimsthegun]

I'm not arguing a fucking thing. It's her that's kicking up a fit about it.

[shot_watson]

Right. Relax. I couldn't care one way or the other. Tell her she could go the AU route, clearly someone close to Moriarty exists. Just because she chooses that name to be Sebastian Moran, doesn't mean it is.

I think you're just taking things too personally.

[aimsthegun]

[Scoffs]

It would take an idiot to actually buy that. What she needs to do if she really wants to send me off somewhere is to keep looking for a place that will take me instead of pining over the ones that won't.

[shot_watson]

There is such a thing as patience. Perhaps you won't be an "OC" for much longer....

[aimsthegun]

Yeah, well, that bridge will be crossed when it needs to be. Until then, waiting isn't much of an option.

[shot_watson]

Well, you could always take charge instead of letting her run everything.

[womanwhobeatyou]

Aren't we impatient?

[aimsthegun]

My tolerance for annoying women is incredibly low.

[Pointed. Look.]

[womanwhobeatyou]

[Smiles at that pointed look.] Come now, Sebastian. We both know that it's your tolerance for losing that's so incredibly low.

[aimsthegun]

I'd hardly consider avoiding the threat of 'fuck or die' losing.

[Smile in another direction, Adler. :|]

[womanwhobeatyou]

Tsk tsk, dear. We both know you're not really my type.

[Why smile in another direction when you're so entertaining?]

[aimsthegun]

And thank God for that small favor.

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[womanwhobeatyou]

And what exactly have I done to make you quite so bitter?

[Smirking SO much.]

[aimsthegun]

[You're disarming and he doesn't like it]

I didn't realize not wanting to crawl up your skirt makes me bitter.

[womanwhobeatyou]

[She laughs.]

Bitter or afraid. Which one would you rather?

[aimsthegun]

Neither, but I'm going to hazard a guess that you've already gone and picked one out for me anyway.

[womanwhobeatyou]

Absolutely astonishing deduction, Mr. Moran. Keep that up and you'll rival John Watson.

[aimsthegun]

[You are the worst kind of person, Adler.]

Ha-bloody-ha. You're a riot.

Don't you have politicians to be whipping?

[womanwhobeatyou]

[He says that as if she cares. Or doesn't know.] It's an election year. They're all too busy trying to rip each other to pieces to pay me to do it.

*sob* forgive me...

[moriarty_was_real]

Oh cheer up! This is nothing compared to how much "pissing and moaning" there will be about a year from now.

When the real canon Sebastian is introduced to the world.

And we learn that he's nothing like you.

You'll be obsolete.

Useless.




There, now don't you feel SOOOoooooo much better?~

HALFWAY IN THE MIDDLE OF YOUR TAG AND YOU KICK ME IN THE FACE. RUDE JIM. R U D E.

[aimsthegun]

Yeah, well, at least I'll still be breathing.

[Arse. :|]

He luffs you so much!

[moriarty_was_real]

And your canon-self will show up just long enough to become a bleeding corpse, essentially "killing" you both at once!

I simply adore murder-suicides when the people involved are warped reflections of each other, don't you?

[moriarty_was_real]

(I have never been this ashamed of a muse in my life, by the way.)

Am laughing so. hard. don't be ashamed in the slightest!

[aimsthegun]

[Urge to maim: rising]

One day I'm going to rip out your larynx with my bare hands.

He's just so *awful!*

[moriarty_was_real]

Ahahaha, no you won't...

That privilege is reserved for someone worthy of it, Honey-dear. That person certainly isn't you.

He's lovely~

[aimsthegun]

[Sneering:] You know just how to make me feel so warm inside, Boss.

[moriarty_was_real]

Oh don't delude yourself, your veins are filled with ice water just as they always have been.

Fitting for a walking corpse, don't you think?

I wonder where the hollow-skulled people go when they die. Be sure to tell me when you find out!

[tigers]

The worst of it hasn't even begun, my good man. The real stunner will be if you show at all. Apparently, it's become common practice, giving old Basher Moran the ax. A damn shame, too, ain't it?

[aimsthegun]

[Don't tell him that. You should be on his side, Moran.]

With any luck I can keep to obscurity and avoid whatever the fates had in store for my hide.

[tigers]

[ Look, man, it's only the truth. No need to worry, though. Your oh-so older, wiser, much more Victorian counterpart's got your back.

Spoiler: he isn't quite as wise as he likes to think he is. ]

[ Matter-of-factly: ] It's prison, apparently. And here's a challenge for you: who do you think is to blame for that particular sentence when you get right down to it? Go on. Take a stab in the dark. [ Yeah, it's not Holmes. ]

[aimsthegun]

[Well, in the interest of watching backs, this mutton-chop thing you have going on with your face? Really, friend? Really?]

Prison? Christ.

[That's...marginally better than dying. Sort of.

And then he makes a face because he knows he's not going to like where this is heading.] I'm really not a fan of guessing games.

[tigers]

[ H E Y. Don't hate on the 'chops, man. It was either the muttonchops, or a very large moustache. The thing is, an appropriately large 'stache is really hard to find. ]

Call it a deduction, then. [ Bit of seething sarcasm in that word--"deduction". You wouldn't understand, old chap. It's a hilariously ironic story. Maybe you'll live it yourself sometime. But only if you grow yourself a nice pair of muttonchops. ]

[aimsthegun]

[RIGHT OF COURSE. TERRIBLY SORRY TO OFFEND YOUR VERY MANLY 'CHOPS.]

Even less a fan of those. [All things considered, you can hardly blame him. He will shoot himself in the foot before he grows muttonchops.]

If it's Jim you're edging towards...

[tigers]

[ YEAH, YOU'D BETTER BE SORRY.

YOU AND YOUR CLEAN-SHAVEN FACE SOMETHING IS WRONG WITH YOU ]

Jim? You call him-- [ That is far too casual what is this ] I may very well be sick. You may want to watch your shoes, my good man.

[aimsthegun]

[DO YOU KNOW WHAT HE DOESN'T HAVE TIME FOR? SCRUBBING BLOOD OUT OF FACIAL HAIR.

He scoffs.]

Don't be dramatic. [Fear of a name increases fear of the thing itsel--WAIT WRONG CANON.]

[tigers]

[ IT IS AN ENTIRE PART OF THE EXPERIENCE THAT YOU AREN'T GETTING.

And man, did you just scoff at him? Did you really just--he cannot believe you right now. There is no way you're him, with your clean-shaven face and your Jim. ]

Would you rather I not have warned you at all? [ Wow Dumbledore get out who invited you into this conversation ]

[aimsthegun]

[EXPERIENCE IT ALL FOR YOURSELF. HE DOESN'T MIND ONE BIT.

And don't you even start, sir. Holding him to your hundred-some-odd-year-old standards like they're still relevant. SHAME ON YOU.

And please, for the love of God, can you make it sound a little less like they're some old married couple Christ.]

Did you really expect him not to fuck up your future at some point? [Are they even talking about the same person? It's the beard. It makes him feel entitled to all the conversations ever.]