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Sebastian A. "Basher" Moran.
gun for hire | 40
Rifles and tigers and beards, oh my. Y'know how it is. A selfish dick who defines himself by what he kills.

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thecriminalprofessor:

sniper-with-a-smoke:

He was scre a m in g.

— oh, wait. No, that… that was just in his head. Seb, currently, was brooding over his third pint of the night at some shoddy little pub near the slummy parts of town. It was going to take much, much, more than that to satisfy his current need to get drunk and, concurrently, forget the fact that sleeping led to a new round of night terrors he’d thought he’d made it past.

“Fuck,” he sighed, just staring at the amber liquid before shifting on his bar stool to rub a hand over his tired face. It was going to be a long fucking night.

What was the point in hiring a man if all he was just going to was drink in some seedy pub? That was the question that continuously ran through the professor’s head and he strolled into the building.

Really now, Moran did have a terrible sense of timing. It seemed that whenever the professor didn’t have something for him to do, he behaved appropriately. When he did, he got drunk. It was rather annoying.

"Please tell me that is your first and only drink, Moran." Moriarty said, announcing his presence as he came to a stop behind the other man. "I can tell that it is not, but I would still like to hear those words."

His shoulders hunched at the familiar voice. Moriarty always had that habit of showing up when Seb was in a low spot. Fucking annoying—well, no, it wasn’t actually. But he liked to pretend at any rate. “S’ the point in lying?” There was a pause as he decided it was the perfect moment to down half his pint, wiping the foam from moustache as the glass is placed back on the bar with a decisive clink.

“‘m not drunk, yet, if that’s what you’re really after,” he stated, huffing his faux annoyance as he refused to face the other man. 

getontheyacht:

Someone buy me a tiger?? 🐯 #tiger

getontheyacht:

Someone buy me a tiger?? 🐯 #tiger

Anonymous: a modern moran wouldn't hunt tigers. you know that right?

actually anon, as my own personal take on the character, he did. so….

radivs:

'Amur Tiger' by mishaleppert

radivs:

'Amur Tiger' by mishaleppert

factorperogrullo:

by www.factorperogrullo.com

factorperogrullo:

by www.factorperogrullo.com

earthlynation:

(via 500px / Touch by Marion Vollborn)

earthlynation:

(via 500px / Touch by Marion Vollborn)

whoringchanel:

Tiger. sur We Heart It.

whoringchanel:

Tiger. sur We Heart It.

theuntameabletiger:

Reading D’Urbervilles has reinforced the fact that people seriously underestimate Moriarty’s strength. He might not seem or look like much but he can bring a man to his knees using a single hand… I think people automatically assume that because he surrounds himself with bruisers and gunmen that he can’t handle himself but jesus fuck can he… I’d love to see someone in a fight with the real and pissed off Moriarty, cause fact is - no matter how strong or muscular you are - you wont win.