#locatum

[notro-mogai]

Locatum

Objectum/Conceptum attraction to locations of all sorts. This could be Countries/Cities, Specific categories of room, biomes, islands/landmasses, buildings, and other such locations.

[notro-mogai]

hi! is it possible you could make a version of the locatum flag but for fictional locations?

Fictolocatum

An objectum attraction to fictional locations of any kind :3

[spectralsabode]

Closed starter for @locatum!

 Ciel's finger tips felt numb. He could barely feel them, and they twitched for a moment before he was able to form a fist. Everything felt freezing to the touch and when his eyes snapped open they stared at the ceiling with panic. It had been a nightmare, a memory that still haunted him to this day. No matter how much time passed he couldn’t help how his breathing came in short gasps at the thought, and how every feeling and image was clear as day. 

 He groaned quietly, moving to sit up and rub at his eyes with the palms of his hands as if it might wipe away those thoughts. It had been years, he thought he was over having bad dreams about that point of his life. Most of the time he didn’t even remember what he dreamed about at night, but now it felt like he couldn’t forget it. Ciel moved to thread his fingers through his hair, wondering if Sebastian was up. A little company might be beneficial, along with a glass of water. 

[spectralsabode]

“Upsy-Daisy”

Send “Upsy-Daisy” for my Muse’s reaction to being picked up by yours!

 Ciel, for lack of a better word, yelped when he was picked up. He squirmed slightly in the man’s grip, looking up at him with slight annoyance. “Why are you doing this.” He complains, letting it head fall back slightly as he moves to rub his eyes with the palms of his hands. So maybe he was a little bit sick, and maybe he hadn’t allowed himself to admit it, but it seemed as if he didn’t have much of a choice now considering that Sebastian had been bothering about him getting rest all day. 

 He must have finally had enough of it because they seemed to be heading towards his chambers. As nice as resting sounded there was stack of papers at his desk (which is where he’d been taken from) that needed his attention. However, it seemed as if he wouldn’t be making any dent in them together, even if he’d been reading the same paragraph over and over for over an hour. 

“I have work to be doing, I don’t have time to sleep.” Ciel complains.