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Sebastian backed up, eyes widening. “Hey, hey, hey, calm down, love!” he shushed, trying to keep his voice quiet. “I’m not going to hurt you!”

Struggling for breath, Lori stared up at the beast with very wide eyes. “What—what are you?!”

“I’m a tiger,” Sebastian said in annoyance. “Isn’t it obvious?”

“But—but—but you’re talking,” Lori rasped, chest heaving. 

He shrugged, striped shoulders rising and falling heavily. “Yeah, I know. Not for too long, though. A greyface turned me into one. Usually, I’m a man.” He narrowed his eyes. “And what are you? Did a greyface get you as well?”

“A wh—? N-no. I’m—I’m this way n-naturally,” Lori squeaked. 

"But what are you?” Sebastian growled menacingly, getting annoyed with the tiny creature.

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Sebastian backed up, eyes widening. “Hey, hey, hey, calm down, love!” he shushed, trying to keep his voice quiet. “I’m not going to hurt you!”

Struggling for breath, Lori stared up at the beast with very wide eyes. “What—what are you?!”

“I’m a tiger,” Sebastian said in annoyance. “Isn’t it obvious?”

“But—but—but you’re talking,” Lori rasped, chest heaving. 

He shrugged, striped shoulders rising and falling heavily. “Yeah, I know. Not for too long, though. A greyface turned me into one. Usually, I’m a man.” He narrowed his eyes. “And what are you? Did a greyface get you as well?”

Aug 23. 9 Notes.

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“I wanna go home. I wanna go home. I wanna go home. I wanna go home…”

Sebastian had nearly stepped on the small girl, when he heard her tiny voice - good thing for sensitive tiger ears. He crouched down in front of her. “Bloody hell, but you’re a small one. What are you doing here?”

A tiger.

A talking tiger.

A talking tiger that was looking right at her.

Lori screamed, scrambling away, arms jerking up to guard her face.

Sebastian backed up, eyes widening. “Hey, hey, hey, calm down, love!” he shushed, trying to keep his voice quiet. “I’m not going to hurt you!”

Struggling for breath, Lori stared up at the beast with very wide eyes. “What—what are you?!”

"I’m a tiger," Sebastian said in annoyance. "Isn’t it obvious?"

Aug 22. 9 Notes.

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“I wanna go home. I wanna go home. I wanna go home. I wanna go home…”

Sebastian had nearly stepped on the small girl, when he heard her tiny voice - good thing for sensitive tiger ears. He crouched down in front of her. “Bloody hell, but you’re a small one. What are you doing here?”

A tiger.

A talking tiger.

A talking tiger that was looking right at her.

Lori screamed, scrambling away, arms jerking up to guard her face.

Sebastian backed up, eyes widening. “Hey, hey, hey, calm down, love!” he shushed, trying to keep his voice quiet. “I’m not going to hurt you!”

Aug 21. 9 Notes.

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Hello, Sebby-dear.

Sebastian cocked an eyebrow. “Hello, Jim, darling.”

Aug 21. 2 Notes.

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"Of course you may. Earl Gray?" she asked pleasantly, standing up. She had been thinking of putting the kettle on.

/ Julia’s mun is my like, best friend. She’s actually adopted me as her daughter. X3 But that’s kay. Works out.~

"Yes, please," he nodded, stretching out on the couch. "Anything I can do to help?"

((Awesomesauce :D))

Aug 18. 33 Notes.

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“As a matter of fact, I did.” Two…

“Would you believe that I’m from the early 1800s and a freak accident caused me to become…

"It’s not Victorian-themed. It’s actually Victorian." She grinned back at him and settled into her armchair. "My parents disappeared when I was young and the orphanage needed more room so they made some shady deals. I got snatched up by a not-so-nice dealer and… well, basically became a forced tramp. Until a detective spirited me away here to live with his friend. And I’ve been here ever since."

He leaned forward on his knees, nodding sympathetically. “Ouch - sounds like a rough life. I’m not a huge fan of orphanages.” They never seemed to get anything right. “All’s well that ends well, though, yeah? Seems like a nice place to end up.” He gave her a bright smile.

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Sebastian Moran

((Describing my character, in an attempt to become a koala-tea blog~))

Basic info:


Name: Sebastian Moran. Call him Seb.

Age: 32.

Ethnicity: Caucasian - dash of German/Irish, though he was born in London.

Fandom: BBC - Sherlock originated, of course, but the Doctor has visited the universe Seb is from. He struck up a friendship with the funny man, did him a favor, and now the Doctor drops him off places when Jim has a target in a different universe. Conclusion? All fandoms/AUs welcome.


Physical Description:


Height: 6’2”

Weight: Almost 14 stones.

Hair colour: Sandy blond.

Eye colour: Pure green - not hazel, not gold-flecked, green.

Tattoos/piercings: Tiger stripe tattoos on his shoulders.

Scars: Numerous. From his time hunting tigers in India - several long swipes on his sides. From military service - shrapnel scars in his chest, bullet wound on his right leg. From the job - knife wound across his face, from left eyebrow to right cheek. From Jim - careful blade marks on his back. “To match the tiger stripes on his sides.” More of the same on his legs. “JM” cut below his clavicle, as if on a collar. 


Personal Description:


Family relations: He despised his parents. Although he knew from a very early age that he was gay, they often turned a deaf ear whenever he mentioned anything to do with his sexuality. He had a tentatively healthy relationship with his sister (Abigail), bonding in mutual hate of their parents’ elitist lifestyle, stuffy parties, and annoying expectations. She died in a car accident along with two of her friends who were drunk driving while he was in the military. He misses her.

Occupation: Currently employed as Jim Moriarty’s personal sniper/bodyguard/Tiger/babysitter

Sexuality: Um. Gay. Obviously.

Relationships: In a loose relationship with Jim Moriarty. Both of them are sassy enough to know they need a break from one another every once in a while. Besides - what happens in other dimensions doesn’t have to bother Jim, does it?


Headcanons:

1. Poetry - one of the few books on base while Sebastian was in the military was a tome of poetry. He read it all the time, committing most of them to heart. Consequently, every once in a while, he’ll quote Longfellow or some such. 

2. Alcohol - Sebastian isn’t one to turn down a drink. However, because of the circumstances of his sister’s death, he despises anyone who will touch alcohol and then  get behind a wheel of a car.

3. Pain - he isn’t exactly a masochist, but he won’t let down Jim’s sadistic side. The pain that he can’t stand, however, is the kind that doesn’t leave physical scars. He hates mental torture, the likes of which he underwent during his military service when he was abducted by the other side. He still has nightmares about that.

((This will be added to whenever possible. (: Feel free to ask if you’re unsure on any point!))

Aug 18. 2 Notes.

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Sebastian gave a wolfish grin. “What if I’m the murderer?” he said blithely, though of course, they both knew that it wasn’t even a remote possibility. If Sebastian ever murdered someone through anything other than a rifle shot, it’d be by Jim’s order only, and then there was no way he’d let it be anything so mundane. He smiled at Sherlock, though. “Who would you expect to be of, as you put it, ‘that persuasion’? Army doctors and consulting detectives?” He raised an eyebrow suggestively, laughing lightly. He moved on before Sherlock could reply. “This is actually my favorite bar, not that it matters much to you. And I am of that persuasion. Even if I haven’t figured it out yet.” The last as muttered, barely audible, as he was wondering if perhaps this dimensional Sebastian wasn’t quite out of the closet yet.

“We both know that you would have used bullets and been far less dramatic about the whole ordeal.” Sherlock shugged, a small buzzing in the back of his head from the alcohol, his body wasn’t used to it in the slightest. “Good for you, then. I have no bother whatsoever with what persuasion you are, I was merely making ‘small talk’. Though, now I am curious.. Is Jim the same?”

“Why? Hoping for a date?” Sebastian smirked, avoiding the issue. He wasn’t going to speak for this dimension of Jim - both Jims would kill him if he crapped things up. He turned back to the bar and waved his empty cup, gesturing to Sherlock’s as well. When he turned back to Sherlock, he saw a group of guys standing at the far wall, glancing at them every once in a while. He raised a suggestive eyebrow at the detective. “I think that one over there likes you.”

“Well, I am very much not interested.” Sherlock muttered into the new glass of drink as he took a sip, rolling his eyes at the very idea. “If you wish to go and ‘flirt’ with them, then go ahead, i’m not going to get in your way.” he added, voice slightly slurred and body wavering as the drink began to affect him. “Hm, It’s best I leave anyway..”

"Not me, I’m taken," Sebastian laughed, although that had never stopped him before. "And why would you leave now?" he asked incredulously, reaching over to clap the wavering detective on the shoulder. "You can’t have found your guy yet."

Aug 17. 34 Notes.

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Felix strode behind him, hands shoved into his pockets. He was definitely curious to see the little Watson chic. He’d been thinking about paying her a visit and now seemed like the perfect time. She wouldn’t remember all the things he’d done to her.

Sebastian hummed under his breath as he walked, occasionally glancing behind him to look at this Felix character. The more he thought about it - well, he’d only ever seen pictures of that Pond girl. The faint resemblance could be coincidence. He’d make a note to ask the Doctor. Soon, they arrived at the place where Pepper was staying.

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