Send a “¬_¬” for some bad advice from my muse!!

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#! ooc #//or just advice. you kbow. #//yesss finally done with work for the day. enfin.

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#sebastianwouldbeappalled #//oh bby. #//*FLIRT WINK* #//I SEE YOU THERE. #//NAT WHERE ARE YOU COME HERE AND GIMME A HUG. #//also come back. I'm the one who disappears off tumblr. not you. come baaaack. #//I saw a mention of August? YOU BETTER STICK TO IT. #//also I feel the love. yes. much love returned. #//*STEALS* #//......keep the flirty gif though. #//....the vaguely creepy flirty gif? #!ooc #//my gifs.



”Good Evening. Do you need something?”


       “…I look forward to the day when Americans will cease surprising me. Thank god for the small blessings of manners, however. — Good evening. I don’t suppose there is any need for me to inform you that the activity you are currently engaging in is not only a health hazard, but also a direct violation of the law, is there?

#!ic #investigatorkalindasharma #//Hello! c: #//the existence of your blog pleases me-so very very much. i cannot words. yes. good. #//a+ #//following forever. #//my gifs.

tangerine - We have a lot in common.


"Given shared genetic material, environmental circumstances, even spacetime…
                                                  …to a degree, I’d say we did a pretty good job not to.”


     Incorrect, and unsurprisingly self-centered. All such attempts were deliberately made on your side, Sherlock. Nonesense, and time wasted. At least in essentials. Did it serve you well? ” 

#!ic #intransigentholmes #//my darliiiiing. ♥ #//*TOUCHES FACE MORE* #//my gifs.
[ triggerbond inquired: ] I didn't do anything. Stop watching me, and don't you dare give me any paperwork.


     “… Ah, yes. I am having a delightful day, thank you most kindly for asking. I trust that yours is just as agreeable. I must say, it’s wonderful to see that you never seem to forgo these tokens of good breeding, 007, contrary to the majority of your… coworkers. It makes conversing with you the highlight of my week. Please. Sit. down.

#!ic #triggerbond #//Mycroft stop being a little shit on your first day back. #//srsly. #//PAPERWORK WHAT PAPERWORK WE NEVER MENTIONED PAPERWORK. #//Wait for iiiiit.
[ triggerbond inquired: ] mYCROFT HOLMES


     Mr. Bond.

#!ic #triggerbond #//oops. sliding back here all like 'holaaaa.' #//gone? I wasn't gone. I'm not gone. Shh. #//we see what you're up to James. #//not surprised James. #//paperwork coming your way James. #//my gifs.

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#!ooc #//quick! someone hold me back from returning to the roleplay world. #//even better #//stop me from making a rule!63 account because I desperately want to. #//I have also been making icons obsessively. #//that's all post-work braindeathness allowed me to do. #//note: notdead. #//yes I'm so funny.
intransigentholmes replied to your post:[[MOR] askanthea liked your post:triggerbond:…
Busy day at work, is it?

          ❝ Oh no. Please. Spare me the mundane insipidity of smalltalk about our respective daily endeavors. Good lord, is this what we’ve been reduced to? What is it that you want, Sherlock? ❞

#intransigentholmes #!ic #//VERY FUNNY BROTHER DEAREST. #//sticking your fingers into sores. purposefully. how sweet of you. #//my PA flirting shamelessly with the sexy obnoxious agent. now this. #//I need a stiff -andexpensive- drink. #//FML

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#triggerbond #//YEAH YOU WOULD SAY THAT WOULDN'T YOU. #//BOND I WILL HAVE YOUR CAREER. #//I WILL RUIN YOU #//.......I mean. Hello friend. #//Hey I just met you. And this is crazy. But welcome to my blog. Interact maybe? #//YOU AND I WILL GET ALONG FRIEND. #!ooc #//tbd.

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#askanthea #!ooc #//we see what you're up to Anthea. #//we're watching you. #//and we don't like it. #//we're not psychic #//but we can predict a load of horribly boring paperwork in your future. #//just so you know. #//AND YOU WILL BE MAKING THE TEA


Mr. Holmes, I do hope you’re in line, too.


          ❝…Strange how the current-fashion decency can look so akin to old-fashioned impudence. No, Bond. Of course not. And I would highly appreciate if you would set your sights upon targets other than my P.A. As for the rest - a numbering-system, it seems, would be adequate.❞

#!ic #triggerbond #//so that was supposed to be a trivial ooc comment. #//BUT OOPS MY HAND SLIPPED LOOK AT THAT. #//where did this ic comment come from. #//oopsy-daisy. #//OH WELL. #//my gifs.


                       Some strange fragment of the woman was tempted to feel amused by the situation. The elder Holmes brother was most definitely trying to find some sort of gateway to her true self, something telling, hiding behind a supposed mask. A crack in her façade, as it were. It seemed as if he didn’t realize there was truly nothing beneath her mask, save for empty air. The role of  Mary Watson  was hers completely, to a point where she no longer considered it a part to play. Most of the time.

                       She wasn’t afraid, looking back at him with an unwavering stare. 
                       She didn’t feel much of anything in regards to this game.

                       Sebastian’s game was a completely different story.

                        Mary, with the ease of meeting a friend for coffee, crossed her knees. “ I’m afraid my reply won’t meet the build up you’ve created, but that’s not really my fault, I suppose. 


                     An owl-like blinking of her eyes. “ I’ve been keeping tabs on him since we had an unfortunate (in my case) meeting in Sweden maybe fifteen years ago. I noticed some unusual lack of activity. However, it was truly your brother who tipped me off. He had a similar run-in with Mr. Moran, as is clear from the scarring on his back he tries to conceal. ” That would surely warrant some attention. “ I suppose it prompted him to do the same and intercept some messages from MI6. He did the hard work for me, you see. 

'Most definitely trying to…' —- -

                     Incorrect, Mary. 

Not, of course, that it truly mattered. Assumptions were, for all intents and purposes, something that Mycroft enjoyed. Collected. Furthered and kept a rigorous eye on, as long as they pertained to others. Assumptions lent themselves to biases and bespoke of true character, revealing both present and the possibile future, all at once. Mycroft held a tight reign on the smile that threatened the corner of his mouth. ( Incorrect, Mary. You hear, but you do not understand. Please forget everything you believe that you may know about my brother; I assure you that it does not, in any way, pertain to me.)

                       I could not possibly care enough to waste the energy on ‘getting to know you’; deducing you; intimidating you; playing with you; cracking your veneer. 

                       It’s all irrelevant to me. 
                              You are irrelevant to me.

                       The only thing that could possibly interest me is — -  - 

Sometimes, Mycroft just likes to amuse himself. Not that many imagined it.
                                (A man with the sense of humour of a rock? Now, now. Assumptions.)

It suited him so well that he merely inclined his head in a silent bid for her to continue, face otherwise motionless, and slowly laced his fingers together atop of the mahogany desk.

Mary, Mary, quite contrary, 
How does your garden grow?

         “ I see.  Bland. Unhurried. Perfectly articulated.

Neither denying nor indulging any line of thought, refusing to guide.

A note of mockery flirted (but did not quite reach) with the purposefully-blunted edge of his voice as he casually threw the words back in her face, and offered her no quarter, no other reaction than a slow blinking that nearly mirrored her own. He had been tempted, for a split-second, to enact the outraged —fine, that is just a tad too much… let us say the… vaguely concerned…— brother, just to gauge her reaction. But the thought slipped away from him easily, leaving him, in the end, looking utterly unfazed. 

The quirk of his brow was, however, sardonic.

           “ And what is it that you expect from me? 

#!ic #!para #quitecontrarymorstan
[ the-governments-daughter inquired: ] ??

[ ?? ] a thought my character has had about yours that they’d never admit.

#!ic #!meme #thegovernmentsdaughter #//sorry not sorry perfect gif was perfect. #//and whilst I believe this would not be something that Mycroft would never say to his child #//it would certainly not be expressed in those terms. #//and not at all often.
[ askanthea inquired: ] ?? ?? ?? ?? Is this greedy? Do I care?
#!ic #askanthea #//FINDING FOUR THINGS was extremely difficult for some reason. #//MYCROFT DID NOT WANT. #//It was like pulling teeth. #//Jeeesus. #Don't be alarmed. It's to do with queues. #!meme
[ paxepicene inquired: ] ??
#!ic #paxepicene #//snicker snort. #//it's probably the only thing too. #//which makes it funnier. #//Mycroft feels no qualms with abusing Julian straightforwardly. If he feels the need to. #//'HERE LEMME GIVE YOU SOME CON-CRIT' AND ALL. #//We're bros soooo. #//ALSO HI THERE. #Don't be alarmed. It's to do with queues. #!meme
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