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"Oh," Leslie nodded again, at the mention of fictional huns. Maybe a few war stories of the Great War, referencing the Germans, or maybe the actual Huns, ie Atilla. But she knew her Dickens.
"We mostly ate rabbits, so..." Leslie explained with a little apologetic shrug. "You know your Dickens, though! I'd've thought someone so technologically advanced would leave old fashion stuff like that all behind. Though I suppose you are dating a vampire..." Leslie joked, though he'd heard about Keith, he didn't know how old he was. The vampire Wilder had been dating was clear on 700! Maybe Sabrina's boyfriend was as old as that. Or as old as Leslie at least.
"Fictional ones I think..." She never had checked into whether or not there were historical accuracies to the cartoon. Brina had been much too taken by the songs. It was simply another thing to add to the list of references she'd need to teach Leslie eventually. Something told her he might actually enjoy it.
The blonde chuckled, shaking her head. "Yeah, no. I don't really know. The only horse I've ever been near was one at sleepaway camp. But sheep are cute." His life sounded so different in comparison to the blonde who'd spent most of her time surrounded by tech. "I think that is a thing that all parents go through. I begged my mom for a bunny when I was a kid. She finally relented when I was a teen, but I imagine that is nothing compared to the animals you cared for." She furrowed her brow, searching her mind. The name sounded oddly familiar. "The Pickwick Papers?"
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"The Huns?" Leslie questioned, obviously the Disney reference careening right over his head. "As in Attila?" He chuckled and fell into quiet. The weight of his parcels barely occurred to him, having gotten used to carrying heavy objects over rather long distances as a teenager and young man before they could even afford a wagon and a horse. Horses had only been brought over by colonizers less than half a century before Leslie was even born.
"Hmm," Leslie gave a nod to her question, maybe too quickly. He smiled again and gave a shrug, "Just thinking about horses. Farming sheep, you know, they weren't so important. The man who'd come round for the wool, he had one. I begged mum to let me start saving up so we could buy one. Ages I begged her. But they're too expensive, where would we put him, those kinds of questions." Les sighed a little, but still smiled, happily enough thinking on his childhood. It was a good one. Much better than most.
"We did, finally. Named him Pickwick. After the Charles Dickens book, you know?"
“Don’t doubt it, but it still doesn’t mean that you need to carry it all.” She’d taken a bag that was easily detangled from Leslie’s arms, knowing that taking the bulk of the load would only throw them both off of balance. It would be better for them to load everything into a car, but she wasn’t even going to suggest that with how stubborn Leslie could be. Beside, it was a rather lovely day out.
She chuckled, taking a few more of the packages from him. “Long walks are one thing, but you look as if you are training with all that you are carrying. Not going to leave us to go defeat the Huns I hope.” She winked at him, doing her best to keep stride. It had only been small trips outside since getting her cast off, but doctor’s orders were to exercise. Now if she could manage not to trip over thin air, things would be great.
It was odd to hear Leslie so quiet. The man brimmed with stories to tell or little facts to brighten the day. The blonde enjoyed every moment of time she got to spend with him. “Are you okay?” She looked over at him. It would be so easy to slip into his mind, but if he had something that he needed to tell her, Brina was certain that he would say it. There was never a need to invade his space.
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@sabrina-christiansen sent...
“Don’t carry it all.”
Leslie couldn't help but smile feeling the weight on his arm being lifted for just a moment as Sabrina attempted to take one of the large bags. But he was carrying two big bags of dog food as well, so getting the other large reusable grocery bags off his arm might be a problem.
"It's alright. I'm stronger than I look. If you wouldn't mind getting the door, though..."
As much as he hated the thought of being part demon, he had to admit the thought of having a tail was tempting. Provided it was prehensile enough to do things like grab a door when his hands were full. He decided to let Sabrina help and put down the dog food packages and shrug a few bags from his arms.
"Okay you win. Probably isn't the smartest thing to do, walking home with all this... But I'm pretty used to a long walk. I won't be offended if you don't want to carry it the whole way."
Once Sabrina had enough to carry, Leslie saddled up his arms with the other bags, then leaned one dog food bag against his shoulder and carried the other under his free arm. He hadn't seen Sabrina in quite a while. But that was his fault entirely. And now with Wilder gone, he had even less friends here... With Wild there was a short hand with his fellow Kiwi. Wilder was the one person he'd told his horrible secret to and the were-bear hadn't blinked. He hadn't cared a lamb for Leslie being part-demon. Leslie couldn't be so sure of the same of others. But Sabrina was dating a vampire... Maybe when they knew each other better...
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🌍 Queenstown, Otago, New Zealand | 📸 Stuck in Customs
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During the Stark Revelations game Stede literally has.
He literally has smudged writing.
He literally has smudged writing on his hand.
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Obsessed with that brief moment in 2013 before Rhys dyed the grey patch
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“The King is Dead” by the Decembrists lyric starters
as requested by anon. Enjoy and feel free to make any changes !
Don’t Carry It All
“Nobody knows.”
“We are all our hands in holders beneath this bold and brilliant sun.”
“Don’t carry it all.”
Calamity Song
“Had a dream. You and me in the war of the end times.”
“All that remains is the arms of the angels.”
“Quiet now.”
“Will we gather to conjure the rain down?” / “Will we now build a civilization below ground?”
“We’ll come home.”
Rise to Me
“There’s an ancient call.”
“I am gonna stand my ground. You rise to me and I’ll blow you down.“
“Hey ___, can you hear me? Let me see those eyes.”
This distance between us can seem a mountain’s size.”
“My darling, my sweetheart, I am in your sway.”
January Hymn
“On a winter Sunday I go to clear away the snow and green the ground below.”
“April all an ocean away. Is this the better way to spend the day?”
“What were the words I meant to say before you left?”
“Maybe I should just ‘let it be’ and maybe it will all come back to me.”
“How I lived a childhood in snow…”
All Arise
“Baby wants a new spin.” / “Baby wants a broken heart.”
“Hear you found a lynchpin to keep it all from falling apart.”
“You keep on rollin’.”
“Better kick it from your big, brown eyes.”
“Like a ship at ocean.”
“Just be mine tonight.”
“So the dollar-shop shoppers broke the lock and they knocked you down.”
“Better call the coppers if you need someone to push you around.”
“You keep on stealin’.”
This is Why We Fight
“Come the war, come the avarice, come hell…” / “Come attrition, come the reek of bones…”
“This is why we fight, why we lie awake.”
“When we die, we will die with our arms unbound.”
“Bride of quiet, bride of all unquiet things…” / “Bride of hell…”
“So come to me. Come to me now.”
“Lay your arms around me.”
Dear Avery
“Dear ___, I think of you only.”
“Were you waving, were you dead on the vine?”
“Oh ___, to think of you lonely.”
“I could just grab you by the nape of your neck.”
“There are times life will rattle your bones and will bend your limbs.”
“But you’re still far and away.”
“Don’t you shake alone.”
“Please, ___, come home.”
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Wrecked season 3 but it's only Rhys Darby's scenes part 3
Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 4 / Part 5
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@thaliaxmoore sent...
✨ - for your muse to catch mine shirtless
“Oh, oopsie!” Leslie quickly turned away, coming out of the beach shower, rather red face having spotted a slave (he’d seen that much) topless. Red hair, slight. He grabbed at the dogs, but as usual Artemis was too quick and too friendly, jumping into the showers with Thalia. Artie especially liked rolling in the sand and always needed a good rinsing off before their walk home. Virgil was rather thick coated and attracted sand, but he’d been told shaving the old man down wasn’t a great idea.
“Sorry!” Leslie called, “Artemis is very friendly. And loves water. Give her a pet and tell her to go. Once there’s someone new around she stops listening to me.”
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Our Flag Means Death S01E07
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@eviexstratford sent...
🤚 - to offer your muse a hand in dance .
“I don’t remember the last time I danced. I mean, not here. I know we-- at that party when I first arrived... I don’t think I’m very good. I know I’m limber and all but...”
Leslie hated to embarrass himself infront of Evelyn, though he knew she wouldn’t see it that way at all. But she was a dancer, of sorts. On bloody ice, which had to be trickier than anything else. A world class one at that.
“I think I remember a waltz...”
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Do you like the way that you grew up?
"Not many people can say they've lived the last 150 in one of the most beautiful places on earth, can they? My mother was wonderful and the nuns that looked after us were all very fine ladies in their own ways. So yes I enjoyed my childhood very much. Not many children about, really, but... I turned out alright."
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misc action memes
the one sending in the prompt is the one comitting the action . [ add * for role reversal ! ]
🤚 - to offer your muse a hand in dance .
🤕 - to dress your muse’s wound .
🎀 - to braid / brush your muse’s hair .
🗡️ - to point a weapon at your muse .
👑 - to bow down before your muse .
☀️ - to kiss your muse’s hand .
🧋 - to offer your muse a drink .
💎 - to try to steal something from your muse .
🚬 - to light your muse’s cigarette .
🙄 - for my muse to roll their eyes at yours .
💐- to gift a bouquet of flowers .
😴 - to fall asleep on your muse .
🧥 - to warm your muse by wrapping them in a coat / blanket .
🌻 - for my muse to suddenly hold your muse’s hand .
❗️ - for my muse to hold your muse’s chin as a way of getting attention .
🔔 - for my muse to wake yours from a nightmare .
🎁 - for my muse to cup your muse’s face with their hands .
⭐️ - for my muse to stargaze with yours .
💍 - for my muse to tie a piece of jewelry around your muse’s neck or wrist .
❤️ - for my muse to kiss yours on the forehead .
👋 - for my muse to tug at your muse’s sleeve for attention .
🌸 - to place a flower crown on your muse’s head .
🦁 - to snarl / growl at your muse .
🤝 - for my muse to reach out their hand for a handshake .
💥 - to push your muse aside .
🖕 - for my muse to flash their middle finger at your muse .
🌹 - for my muse to blush .
🌼 - to give your muse a piggyback .
🌾 - for my muse to catch yours from falling / fainting .
🟠 - for my muse to pace back and forth .
🤺 - to challenge your muse to a sparring match .
🩹 - to trace your muse’s scars .
👁 - to glare at your muse .
✨ - for your muse to catch mine shirtless .
🎵 - for my muse to catch yours singing in secret .
💧 - for my muse to wipe away your muse’s tears .
🧽 - to wipe / clean blood off your muse .
😢 - for my muse to be caught crying .
💪 - for my muse to flex their muscles .
✊ - for my muse to hit yours .
😶🌫️ - to be caught hiding from something .
🧍 - to block your muse’s path .
🌡 - to check your muse’s temperature .
🪦 - to see yours by a grave .
🚶 - to go on a long walk together .
⚡ - to take shelter from a storm together .
👀 - to be caught staring at your muse .
🪴 - for your muse to lean on my muse for support .
🧨 - to pin your muse against the wall .
⚔️ - to fight against enemies together .
🪞 - to catch my muse trying to compose themselves in front of a mirror .
🤫 - for my muse to place a finger to their lips, shushing your muse .
👞 - for my muse to help yours get dressed .
🤗 - to hug your muse .
🩸 - to approach your muse soaked in blood .
🛡️ - for my muse to protect yours from harm .
☃️ - to build a snowman together .
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If Leslie ever had wings...
Be not afraid.
MIDNIGHT MASS (2021)
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We are werewolves, not swear wolves!
Anton talks about the trauma waking up next to a severed head that you recognise
Early work with Taika in What we do in the shadows movie
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