Oh, Sebby… why don’t you tell me about that time you hunted man-eating tigers.
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Silly late night doodles -.-
Tag: Moran
7ns:
#is this or is this not seb moran #in the perfect suit jim bought him because ‘i know public school taught you how to dress darling’ #a tie pin because you don’t want a two hundred pound tie to get in the way when you’re trying to knife a bastard #leather gloves because evidence? what evidence #and because jim likes how they feel around his neck #but seb doesn’t like admitting to that #and you just know that cigarette case is engraved #’cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war’ #there’s still a bit of scruff on his face though #because you can take the game hunter out of the… well you know the rest #he’s got to go anyway #there’s some fucking uppity russians to kill #and jim’s laughing in his earpiece because he knows exactly what seb’s going to do with that tie later #god i ship the fuck out of these nasty bastards
oh
and just like that, I ship it.
I ship it. Hard.
Unf.
Holy mother.
Mmm…. yes. I approve.
“Suit up, Sebastian, I don’t want you murdering people looking like rubbish”
“Yes, Boss.”
Sebastian Moran and guns…
This is in regards to a ‘BBC-Sherlock verse’ imagining of the good Colonel, and is the result of a conversation with husband (which he is certainly regretting, now that I made him type this up) that was sparked after I’d pointed out a post asserting that Moran would like ‘rifles over handguns’ because he was a ‘sniper’.
What weapon would Moran prefer? You would first have to think a bit of his military service, and his local availability. (While being in the underworld does bring forth its advantages to not needing to obey local laws and opens up your choices, it would be safe to say the supply line to a discrete man’s armament would be hampered in the area of quantities.)
Lets start with pistols. Being military, and a probable member of the Royal Marines (these are the ones that train British snipers*) one would assume the usage of a Sig Saur P226 as a comfortable fallback, and a weapon easy to get parts for, adaptable to suppression without any recoil assist devices (Such as an AAC Ti-Rant in Titanium) and easily available supply of ammo, much of which is subsonic, for use with said suppressor. Otherwise, I would think him to look favorably on other euro region pistols, like the HK offerings or something in a Swiss Sphinx.
As for rifles… are we talking close up work, or far encounters? Would he fall back to a L81 variant which makes for an easy CQB carbine, or for a more modern approach of something in an AR15 platform in one of the boutique calibers that would also be suppressed, such as the .300 BLK? Such a rifle as the later is made in a take-down version with integrally suppressed barrels, making for a a quick repeatable setup that can be stowed or deployed from a vantage point or a vehicle.
If we are going long range, most likely a rifle in .338 Lapua. The British and US forces have used these out to spectacular ranges… the round shoots long and flat, well out past 2000 meters. Although I cannot see Moriarty allowing for such impersonal contact on a frequent basis.
Now do we want to get into optics choices?
*I would question his title of sniper, as snipers are trained to work in pairs for modern work. Marksman most definitely.
(There was more to the discussion involving other various background and what might be used where to blend in and such, but this was all I could make him re-do in text 😉
And then this happened. I can imagine walking in on Seb and Jim could get a bit… dangerous. XD (Making this may have given me the giggles… a lot.)
7ns:
and there i was saying. oh yes im gonna draw so much smut tonight. oh, mormor fluff? i can’t do that.
FLUFF.
My sister is sitting next to me, judging me as i squeak “but her linework is so pretty, it’s so pretty, it’s so pretty”
AWW! Mormor fluff!
Happy place.
Jim, you shouldn’t have told him that. -SM
Stop being paranoid. -JM
You said ‘the rifle’, sir, where there were multiple sights on the two bastards. But you pointed out only one. One ‘someone else.’ Not multiple. Your brain was thinking of one in particular. -SM
He can’t figure it out from one sentence, Sebastian. Don’t make the man into a god. -JM
I don’t. You do. You’re so obsessive… You’re just so fucking reckless sometimes. -SM
“You’re so fucking reckless sometimes, Sir” -JM
Yes, sir. -SM
I just… lost the ability to function.
Part 2 of a bit wild fantasy about the possible variant of Sebastian Moran to complement Andrew Scott’s Moriarty
Ooh, more! ^_^
you wanted the truth | the killing lulz | moriarty x moran | sherlock bbc
7ns:
#is this or is this not seb moran #in the perfect suit jim bought him because ‘i know public school taught you how to dress darling’ #a tie pin because you don’t want a two hundred pound tie to get in the way when you’re trying to knife a bastard #leather gloves because evidence? what evidence #and because jim likes how they feel around his neck #but seb doesn’t like admitting to that #and you just know that cigarette case is engraved #’cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war’ #there’s still a bit of scruff on his face though #because you can take the game hunter out of the… well you know the rest #he’s got to go anyway #there’s some fucking uppity russians to kill #and jim’s laughing in his earpiece because he knows exactly what seb’s going to do with that tie later #god i ship the fuck out of these nasty bastards
oh
and just like that, I ship it.
I ship it. Hard.
Unf.
Holy mother.