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Charlie’s fun facts
So...I recently finished reading Moriarty the Patriot. And. I had a lot of feelings, a lot feelings generally, but Charles Dickens the homing pigeon is stuck in my mind. Even more specifically, I’ve thinking about the sorts of notes that Mycroft Holmes, Director of Military Intelligence and all-round stern, unflappable superior could have been sending to Albert James Moriarty, former Earl, now languishing in ill repute in the Tower of London.
The conclusion I’ve come to? Facts about homing pigeons. Hear me out.
I feel, and maybe this is just me, but I feel that Mycroft is about as emotionally constipated as it is possible to be and still remain upright. He doesn’t want to feel, so he does not. But hey, Albert is charming. Albert is clever. Albert can keep up with Mycroft, maybe even get a few steps ahead of him. Albert is his M, his trusted subordinate; Albert is manipulating him from the very beginning into some larger scheme Mycroft can only catch glimpses of, but maybe it’ll be interesting, so he just sits back and allows it to happen.
But somewhere along the way, whoops-a-daisy, Mycroft has feelings about Albert. He has not identified them as of yet, but they are positive, usually, and they are strangely sore, when Albert falls from grace and decides that he wants to be locked away in the Tower of London like the melodramatic thespian he’s always been. But what is one to do, when one of the, like, maybe three people one cares for is punishing himself for crimes that, while heinous, had really good motives?
Why, write him letters and send them via homing pigeon, obviously. Never let it be said that Albert is the only one capable of being dramatic here.
But what does one write to such...an acquaintance? subordinate? friend?.....perhaps a stronger word Mycroft dare not even think, lest he bring misfortune down upon them both?
Albert strews around some bread, left over from his lunch, for the cooing pigeon on his windowsill before he liberates the little roll of paper from the case attached to its leg. He unfurls it carefully, slowly, blinking as he reads and then re-reads, something close to laugh tickling at the back of his throat.
Did you know that in the year 1870, a homing pigeon made the flight from Perpignan to Brussels in a mere ten hours?
The note is unsigned, but the handwriting is familiar.
#albert james moriarty#moriarty the patriot#mycroft holmes#yuukoku no moriarty#albercroft#homing pigeon#headcanon#mtp#mtp headcanon#Charles dickens the homing pigeon#he's not a carrier pigeon#that's actually a different bird#myal#mycal#they won't leave me alone#i just think they're neat#pigeon facts#maybe i'll write it#yuumori
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guys guess what ?!?!?!? I dunked on tall roommate so hard !!!!!!!
the idiot gave me SOOOO much cat gogurt for no thing !!!!! I only had to put my whole body in the cat carrier and stick my little baby head out the window at the back !!!!!! that is so very easy and he gave me so much !!! it is so so so easy I even stayed sitting in there for a half minute while he walked away -- and then he gave me EVEN MORE TREATSES for that !!!!!!!!! what an idiot, I fooled him SO VERY REALLY GOOD into doing what I wanted !!!!!
this is what a MAKERVELLION GEENYUS looks like !
#toronto pigeon#cat#cats#tall roommate#what a rube am i rite ?!?!#sometimes i just hang out in the carrier to show him he can do new stuff because it is so easy for me to put my whole me in the there !!!
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Ocho my belocho
#he is all anyone should ever draw forever i think#send every image of him ever directly to my house immediately#by carrier pigeon.#splatoon 3#coroika#splatoon hirooooo#coroika ocho#art#i love him. did you know#been a while since i last did anything art wise
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Spicy Addams Family AU? 🔥
The curtains fluttered in the breeze, the air simply too hot to close all the windows. They swayed further into the library and then back towards the sun streaming in, as if gossiping with the rays and the shelves about what they witnessed.
His mouth was hot against hers, tongues dallying in a way she had never imagined tongues could do. She had never seen him quite so demanding, always soft spoken and amiable. He was a true gentleman, and the gentleman had his hand sliding up her leg, heavy skirts of her dress be damned.
Thena turned the page delicately, as if the sound of it would immediately alert her mother to the book of hers Thena had found sitting unguarded. She wasn't allowed to read any of Mother's romances. Something about them not being for her eyes. But she was quite ready to be free of her parents, she thought. And it was just a book.
Gil would tell her to read it.
Her back hit the shelves behind her as they continued in their lasciviousness. He uttered a sound that rumbled from his chest. His hands grew feverish, clawing up her dress until he could grasp her thigh and hoist her higher. His lips, ever demanding, pressed to her neck, following the path of her throat to the neckline of her dress.
Thena sunk further down against her many pillows. Her legs twisted under her plush white duvet. The prose of the book were certainly romantic. Perhaps more...detailed than she would have expected.
He pushed her dress up further and further. The skirts of it pooled up around him until she no longer had an unobstructed view of him. She had half a mind to ask what he was doing, but the half a mind she possessed still became hazy. His mouth pressed to the inside of her thigh, dragging her stockings down and out of his way. She did not know mouths were meant for these sorts of things.
What sorts of things?
His tongue found her first. That clever, gentle and sometimes overly honest tongue he possessed. It touched her in her barest form, sliding around the bends and folds of her. He pressed it firmly to the nerves collected at the peak of her womanhood. She had never felt such sensations before.
Thena shifted in her bed again. She wasn't entirely sure what nerves they were talking about, nor why they were calling it 'her womanhood'. She swallowed but it sounded dry to her ears, her room otherwise deathly silent. Not even Theseus was awake.
Her back arched. She ran her fingers through the thick locks of dark hair upon his head. He kissed her between her legs the same way he had her mouth. Sounds she had never before uttered escaped her. Her cheeks were flushed hot. The rest of her flushed hotter.
Thena indeed found herself pressing her fingertips to her cheeks. Her legs squirmed again. She made a face as she pressed her thighs together, a curious sensation building between them. She could picture the happenings of the book well. The man with his broad shoulders, his dark hair.
It built and built until she was on the precipice of undoing. She tilted her head up, her breasts heaving against her corset. The thick collection of her brown hair-
No, no that wasn't right. Thena squeezed her eyes shut, her legs rubbing like a cricket's. That wasn't what was in her head. She dug her shoulders into her pillow. She lost where she was on the page, hunting to continue.
His manhood-
Again with the obscurities. She at least knew the word for it.
His manhood throbbed in the open air. She had little time to examine it in its glory before he was bringing her hips closer, to the very edge of the ladder until they could be joined.
They had moved to the ladder in the bit she missed. Oh well.
She allowed him to enter her, filling her in ways she had never imagined. Her whole body folded around him, pulsing with the beating of her heart. He was thick, and he began moving immediately.
Thena pressed her lips together. Her hips swivelled and she slipped a hand under the covers. She too had to inch up the hem of her nightdress until she could find her own skin. There was a dampness between her thighs that was most certainly not her monthly.
He moved gently at first, rocking like waves against the shore. This was the act of love making. The physical profession of love, she thought. Two bodies entangled in the most intimate sense of the word. She slid her arm across his wide shoulders and tugged at the hair at the back of his head. Lovemaking was all well and good, but she wanted more.
She had heard fucking was also the physical act of love.
Thena breathed heavier as she read. Lovemaking in the poetic language became detailed, bordering on graphic. The man grew more energetic, words like 'pounding' and 'rutting' jumping out at her from the page. Her fingers, now coated in the wetness between her legs, ventured further.
Her jaw dropped faintly as she pushed where she had not pushed before. Perhaps this was the collection of nerves of which they spoke. She touched it lightly at first, before realising certain angles were too much. She changed approach, rubbing it downward from above.
She let out a faint moan, still far too loud for her echously large room lit only by her lamp. She pressed her head into her pillow, no longer concerned with what was happening on the page.
They were in the middle of fucking, as it were. The man was 'pounding' into her, his 'thickness' moving in and out of her at such speeds. Hips were rolling, bodies were writhing, it was all quite a lot.
"Gil."
She didn't mean to say it. It just...slipped out. Her mind was moving faster than before, but she also wasn't thinking clearly. Her fingers moved faster, trying to bring about something. Her head rolled to the side.
She could imagine Gil as the book's beloved hero. He was tall, with broad shoulders, dark hair. He was kind, and had a sweet nature to him, but not without his own sense of mischief.
Gil had soft looking lips. He had a wide back and thick arms. He was warm, and he always smelled nice whenever they were in close proximity. His hand would hold hers gently as they went up or down the stairs.
She could imagine Gil's lips on her neck, like in the book. She could practically feel his hands on her skin, his sturdy but gentle grip holding her as he grasped her thighs.
"Gil," she whimpered, tracing around those nerves again. There was more wetness, now. Her hands did grow feverish (the book was right).
He would kiss her like that. She would know what it felt like for his incoming moustache to scratch her skin. Perhaps he would kiss her between her legs, like in this library scene. Would they make love? Or would they fuck?
"Yes," she gasped, eyes sealed shut and hand moving faster. He would whisper sweetly to her, call her pretty like he did that day it was raining.
Something was coming. She tried to bring it forth. She picked up speed, changed angle, went back when she felt it slipping further away. Her breathing became feverish and she felt the flush in her skin spread all over her body.
Thena rolled onto her side, squeezing her thighs around her hand as her insides pulsed rapidly. She dug her nails into her pillow and held her lips together as she made sounds she'd never heard herself make. It felt like a fever, like her muscles had been tense and finally released. It felt like relief.
She rolled onto her back again, practically panting for breath, for which she felt a little foolish. It was just her in here, with her hand and a book. She could understand why mother had forbade her from reading them. Such heretical things they printed!
She picked up the fallen book, eagerly searching for where she had left off. Not that she would be resuming her activity with it, but it was still a story in need of completion.
She nearly yelped as a tapping on her window startled her. The book fell from her grasp as she looked at her balcony. It was Gil's messenger, a corvid named Mandu. She cleared her throat, pulling up the strap of her nightdress and wrapping her shawl around her to greet the bird properly. "Come in."
The creature obliged, flapping from the rail of the balcony to her writing desk, tilting his head.
Thena flushed with guilt. Gil was asking if she'd read the book he had sent her home with from their last visit. And if she hadn't been distracted by her mother's...diversion, she would have finished it by now.
The bird eyed her, surely wanting to return home.
"Sorry," she gave him an apologetic smile before hurriedly scribbling a reply.
She was extra sorry for lying. She wouldn't normally!--not to Gil, at least. But this was a unique circumstance. So just this once, she would tell a small fib. And she would read the book right away! It wouldn't be a fib for long.
She examined the hastily scribbled message.
It's a beautiful story. I can see why you treasure it so. I'll tell you all the parts I loved most when you visit next week.
They never bothered addressing their little messages anymore. It was too formal for a correspondence they engaged in almost daily. She spritzed the paper lightly with the perfume she had been given for her birthday before folding the letter and securing it to Mandu's back.
"Thank you," she smiled at the dark feathered messenger. "Safe travels."
The bird nodded to her, too smart to crow loudly in the dead of night. He took off again, flying into the bright moonlight outside. Thena closed her glass doors with a sigh, feeling as if she'd been caught in the midst of something scandalous.
She looked over at Theseus, still asleep under his heat lamp, much to her relief. No, it was her business alone what she was doing, or reading. That book could wait though. If need be, she would return it to mother the very next morning to avoid suspicion. She could say she left it in the sunroom and feared the cover would fade in the light.
She had to finish Gil's book first. If she finished it, her message would not be a lie anymore. And then she could feel at least a little less guilty about the events of this night.
How she would look him in the eye when she did see him next was another matter entirely.
#Thenamesh Addams Family AU#I hope you like it anon!#I know it's a little different but I don't think they're quite they're yet#Thenamesh 18+#don't read this at work of course#listen Thena is growing a little rebellious#reading her mother's books#lying#messaging a boy in the middle of the night#she does read the book all through the night#it's a beautiful story and she makes sure to remember what she can tell Gil about#he comes over and asks her all about it#she tells him all the details she loved#but also...#she can't stop staring#she keeps looking at his lips and gazing at him with dreamy eyes#she tells herself to get a grip#it was...nothing#it was like a dream#a dream no one must know about#poor Gil has no idea#he got the letter from Mandu and gets a whiff of the perfume and thinks she's so cute#what escapes Thena is that he was so dying to talk to her that he wrote that message#woke Mandu in the middle of the goddamn night like 3 in the morning#and is like sorry buddy will you take this to Thena?#lovesick things they are#Mandu is like bro are you serious right now??#Thena has a pure white carrier pigeon named Pearl
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FUN FACT IF YOU EMAIL ENOUGH PEOPLE SOMETIME (SOMETIMES) GOOD THINGS HAPPEN
#So email the people you need to email#I like emailing because its like setting free a carrier pigeon#it may or may not get my message there alive#but hey I tried#and don't ask don't get as my aunt says#also#don't be afraid to follow up#you're not bothering them I promise#I one emailed my thesis advisor six times in one week#because he wasn't getting back to me and im frightened of phone calls#and he still wrote me two letters of recommendation for various things#so people will still like you#even after a lot of emails
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hey man i think you should have this image. you didnt used to
THE WENTZ. POINTING AND SCREECHING.
#he is so small. . ... squishes himm . .. . .#I need to gnaw on his shoulders. he looks bitable.#carrier pigeons#hi chasee hiiii hi hi
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another oc revamp
#oc#original character#his name is Damien!#used to use him in an old dA group#but he's become his own character now#he works as a mailman of sorts#the little dudes beside him are like carrier pigeons
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hiiii vic how r you <- being tormented by mr kurtis conners dyke potential
hi im alright but now im very intrigued. tell me about kurtis conners dyke potential (<- has a very very vague image of his face akin to a mirage and thats it)
#first day of family trip has gone alright i saw a HUUUUUUGE and incredibly intact triceratops skull fossil that was just. out. on a table.#like no glass case or anything. but it was soooo cool#it was in a rock/fossil shop and the guy who owrked there apparebtly used to teach at my school and he told me that in one of the chem rooms#there's a bricked-off pirtion under a counter that has radioactive substances behind it. and they dont know how it got there. and just#sealed it off instead of removing it. which seems pretty par for the course for my school district honestly.#carrier pigeons!!#april
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Anyone?
Can someone go and check if Silas Weir Mitchell is alright?
It's just the man has no social media presence and I worry.
#silas weir mitchell#nbc grimm#grimm nbc#monroe grimm#is there a carrier pigeon system we can implement?#i don't even know his fanmail address#a monthly post saying “hey-i'm still here and i'm not dead!” with a picture would be so helpful#like-I know he's a stranger and I don't know him but he's also very dear to me because he plays a character I like#just thinking how every actor used to be this inaccessible to me and i was perfectly fine
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hey what if I fucked up my whole imagery thing with Jay, what if his bird form wasn't a blue jay but a pigeon bc that would be a lot less suspicious in a city setting
#Sunny Plays BG3#OC: Tav#helpful? sociable? adaptable? smart? perceived as being a bit ''plain'' looking and blending into the background? YEAH#and then there's the whole thing about being discarded by others once they stop being useful and seen as dirty vermin#bc of the circumstances of being left behind like that when they're actually really friendly and helpful companions#(at least in the real world they still use pigeons in Faerûn)#he probably got enamored with Blue Jays at some point during his druid training out in the woods and picked his name from that#but he himself is more of a pigeon#OH WAIT HE'S A CARRIER PIGEON TOO bc of his smuggler background
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unprompted / always accepting.
@gethellbcnt sent ── truly, she hadn't meant to yelp as loudly as she did -- though that was the ancient one's forte, causing and spreading fear by simply existing -- but seeing his powerful, many-eyed visage suddenly appear in the reflection of her darkened phone would surely scare anyone. a hot pink shark-ubus amongst a sea of greens and blacks and reds, Meghan's hand raises to her chest as she attempts to swiftly collect herself, her partnering hand shooting up to move her hair from her snout while craning her neck to properly face the many-eyed Overlord.
"oh, n-no, sir. the appointment was uh.. quite fruitful, actually! it's been handled.. quietly."
those damned pieces of technology capable of capturing his likeness , a worry he'd not had before now a blatant mockery. zestial had made quick work of finding creative methods to intervene , but for now he wasn't trying to scare the poor sharkubus. he doesn't mind that he shows in the screen ( is it a camera of shorts ? or one of those .. tok - tiks ?? ) the overlord doesn't dwell on it. meghan knew he was here now !
his toothy grin's polite , a signature where business is concerned , though it certainly sharpened at her yelp. peering down at the other , his chin inclines closer to chest " tis good tidings. nay , they did not vex thee , i pray ? "
#gethellbcnt#* ── dealing in your secrets. : inbox.#* ── interactions. : ic.#q.#caveat of dealing with him ? he doesn't do text or email .#u either get him showing up like a cryptid or a demon carrier pigeon there's no inbetween im so sorry meghan
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affectionately calling Hermes "pigeon boy"
#I drew him finally.#and I based his design off a pigeon BECAUSE#pigeons once upon a time were used as mail carriers. They delivered letters and stuffs#I know that is probably way after the Greeks time but lemme do what I want 😤😤 /lh#besides he's a god gods can be whatever they want to be#hermes is a pigeon. Boom.#bear rambles#greek mythology#HERMES MY PIGEON BOY#MY BOY#he's so silly let's be honest#fgshdjsjsjssbwjdjfjg
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every day i am subjected to the most vile posts that anyone could ever make about tom wambsgan
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why do men feel the need to start a conversation with girls all the freaking time. fucking trip into the railroad and die
#just now a man saw i was carrying a cat carrier (empty) and started saying to me cat! cat! cat! to which i was like 'it's empty' bc i#assumed he was scared or something and he went 'its a cat carrier! for the vet!' and i said yeah and pretended not to hear whatever he#said next. yesterday another man sat behind us on the subway and said 'tomorrows april fool huh?' and kept talking for a while even though#we studiously ignored him#and we were all on the metro to keep company to a classmate who was scared to be in the rail station by herself bc a guy had#recently sat up next to her while waiting for the train and tried to make conversation and then went 'well i can see you're not in the mood#to talk so ill go' (<- which amazing great best case scenario in these situations fuck off)#*man not guy he wasn't our age#and while we were walking early on the day a guy walking the street opposite to us started asking if we were ok and stuff when one of us#jumped bc she saw a pigeon 😐 and we had to go out of our way to avoid going in the same direction as him#all of this in like 2 days#maybe men shouldn't be allowed outside at any time#x#* i feel like it sounds like it was just a concerned guy but it was obviously just to start talking to us bc he kept on going#and NOW a man came to stand in front of me. where did you come from. piece of shit.#oh no wait maybe he needs to get off the train#well. deserved if you ask me
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Carine
#art#arthcore art#oc#artwork#uhh tags i guess#idk i wanted to draw my little angel fella#hes a messenger#a carrier pigeon if you will
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Okay okay okay okay how about, for the OC Codex prompts:
5. letters between two of your OC’s companions about them for Radka
12. your OC overheard while drunk for Pavle
8. your OC’s doctor/healer talking about their injuries for Novhen (am I thinking post-Archdemon? Maybe. But feel free to pick another point in time. Also ignore the quiet chanting of "angst, angst, angst!" in the background, that's nothing ^^)
Mix and match as you please, pick the ones you like, and have a lovely day! ^^
oh boy thanks for the ask! it’s not quite what you asked for, but i hope it’s good enough!
[Ask Game]
Content Warnings
All: Alcohol
Third: Blood, Vomit, Trauma, Parental Death (you wanted angst ¯\_ (ツ)_/¯)
5. letters between two of your OC’s companions about them
L,
We have arrived in Antiva safely. To think, just a year ago, our mutual friend was complaining of Ferelden's sun, but here, she's buried herself under so many veils to keep from burning that we won't even need disguises.
You need not worry in the slightest for her safety. As I'm certain she's telling you in her own letter, we're only getting moderately overzealous in our missions. I'll be sure she returns to you in one piece after we've had our fun.
As a quick aside, what types of wines do you prefer? We ask for no particular reason.
-Z
12. your OC overheard while drunk
An fragment of unaddressed letter apprehended from a servant at Vigil's Keep detailing a drunken conversation overheard from outside the Warden-Commander's quarters:
"And have you heard about that bullshit with the Hawkes?"
"At length."
"The real cherry on top is that that Garrett's a mage. They sent me to fucking Ferelden for that, but he gets to inherit the family estate? What did he even do? Take a vacation to the Deep Roads? I did all that and stopped a Blight, and I can't even return home to the Marches without getting carried off to the Gallows!"
"Let's not get ahead of ourselves. As I recall, while I shlepped through the actual Deep Roads, you were drinking wine with the king-to-be. Hardly the same thing."
"You owe the Diamond Quarter a visit if you think what I was doing wasn't just as dangerous. I know what I need to do. I'll write that bastard cousin a letter. Let him know that I know!"
"Yeah sure, could be funny. You can use what's on my desk. Just try to reread it sober before sending it."
––An apostate Amell among the Grey Wardens but not one himself. Potential leverage? Unclear if Hawke yet made aware.
8. your OC’s doctor/healer talking about their injuries
I do have something planned for your suggestion, but because medical information can be so tricky, I'm waiting to put it in one of my fics for the Archive (Gathering Frays, should be, i think i've shared snippets from it before). It'll be a grander execution than i can fit here. Don't worry, you'll still get your angst today though ;) It's not quite doctor's notes, but it's the closest he gets in the alienage
An entry from Valendrian's journal:
24 Kingsway, 9:25 Dragon
Finola found Novhen in an alley by the south docks half-conscious, reeking of alcohol, and covered in his own blood and vomit. He's barely responsive. We've cleaned him up as much as we could but found several bruises and a developing black eye in the process.
I gave him bread and stew, but he couldn't muster himself to eat it until long after it had gone cold. When I offered to walk him to his home for the night, he only grew more distressed.
I believe Del's family has been sharing their meals with the Tabris household this past week. Tomorrow, I will go with them and speak to Cyrion, but I'm not hopeful it will be a productive conversation. He hasn't so much as left his bed since Adaia's passing. I understand his need to grieve, but I worry for Novhen. Maker only knows how much he saw to be affected like this.
He's currently sitting by my fire. I expect he'll still be in the same spot come morning. With any luck, he will be more able to speak then.
#askbox#heniareth#radka brosca#pavle amell#novhen tabris#you've heard of drunk texting your ex now get ready for drunk carrier-pigeoning your estranged cousin#also uh oh a spy at the vigil!#this sort of thing is inevitable but it's unfortunate when it happens#novhen’s receiving reports of kirkwall from at least bodahn and maybe anders plus carver now serves under him#so he's absolutely heard frankly too much about hawke#but also adaia's death was the most traumatizing thing to ever happen to novhen (and not for lack of competition!)#and cyrion's dissociation after the fact did nothing to help#yeah let's just leave this teen to process this incredibly violent and life altering event all by himself i'm sure he'll be fine#what’s the worst a little avoidant risk taking behavior could do#he’s clearly coping
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