kkob WIP! Another tender moment y'all.

OT3 fic idea, that I’ll never write

but Ominis has crush on Sebastian since forever but he made peace with the fact that he probably won’t like him like that but now there is this new student, and they are kind of nice but Sebastian keeps going on how: “They are so pretty,” “Wow, they are so cute,” “They look beautiful in that cloak,” he is like a broken record and it’s so annoying because well, he can’t see and also they can’t be that pretty. He has an idea of how he and people look if he can touch their faces, he knows Sebastian is handsome because how high his cheekbones are, where his brows sit, the flop of his hair and because he is... Sebastian. So eventually he has enough, surely Sebastian is exaggerating, and he asks the newbie if he can touch their face.

“I realized I don’t even know how you look like, may I?”

They are sweet about it, of course they’ll let him, standing still as he traces their features and

oh.

Ominis is fucked.

yeah so anyways- *trips* fuck-

*wails as the pictures in my pockets fall out all over the floor:*

what’s laurent ordering? wrong answers only

somehow I have two new norrix wips?

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. 

now I have to learn to draw because I told my mutual that if I could draw I'd draw every character in the entire world as a sexy cowboy with a 'save a horse ride a cowboy' caption and nothing else

>get what looks like a hand written letter in the mail

>idk anybody from the posted city

>suspicious

>open it

>it's junk mail

Literally my entire notification thingy is bots. They don't seem to be doing anything in particular so why are they on here? On reddit they post scam links and such but I'm not seeing any of that here. What is their purpose?

Harem anime starring me and all these porn bots

somehow the tabs at the top of the dash have gotten even more intrusive

not me getting another hotchiss fic idea when I'm already knee deep in other CM fanfics

🖋

I've got Carlo in my mind. Like. It's odd to sense him so close and watching.

So far it was Romeo and Carlo popping up, but right now it's only Carlo.

And he's not saying what he wants. He's just there.

If one more food advertisement tries to ASMR me while I'm listening to Spotify, I'm breaking a table

HELP THEY KEEP FINDING ME

boops might be gone but the experience will stay with me forever