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vigoburrito · 1 year

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Lots of Hargus and Leandre! Hargus had his big moment in our Theros campaign so I’ve been aching for him. <3

#hargus #leandre #minotaur #Satyr #my ocs #mythology #Greek Mythology #gay ocs

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legendofthe3divas · 8 months

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Happy birthday to the cutest twins on earth, Leigh’s and Andre’s bubbas 🎊

Tell me how has it been two years. TWO WHOLE YEARSSSS. WOW.

#littlemix #jade x leigh anne x perrie #little mix #leigh anne pinnock #leigh’s twins #leighanne twins #andre gray #leighanne and andre #leandre #happy birthday #2nd birthday #leigh anne little mix #little mix updates

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quasieli · 3 months

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[Image description: Nine small, cropped images, eight of which are art pieces done by me, with the ninth, center image being a photo of myself (they/he). The drawings feature various characters, both PCs and NPCs from different TTRPG campaigns I'm in. The art pieces include a horror AU of Whitlock (he/him); a magical girl fashion piece of Vere (she/her); a limited palette piece of Leandre (he/him); 2 fashion pieces of Sparks (she/he); a piece showing off a pregnant Mahety (she/her); a romantic piece of Saube (she/they) and Mahety; and a fashion piece of Saube. The photo of myself is a bathroom mirror selfie where I am posing with my hand on my hip and a slight smile on my face. End description.]

Just saw a post of a 2023 art vs artist collage and I thought I'd throw one together too!

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leighstuff · 11 months

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Happy 7 Year Anniversary to Leigh-Anne and Andre 🤍

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#leigh anne pinnock #icons leigh anne pinnock #leigh anne pinnock headers #lpinnockedit #leandre

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leandreandyael · 10 months

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Now Deacon had found Yael and Leandre, and discovered her love for Tater Tots, it was time to fill them in on the events after they left...

TW - PTSD, Panic Attack, high level mention of past abuse, no specifics

Yael had been relieved that the ball had been canceled, it was welcome news for her. Then Deacon had started telling them WHY it had been canceled and she was back to almost breaking the bones in Leandre’s hand as her anxiety and fear rose. If someone would do something like that to a relative of Abriella and Cruz’s, would they dare to come to the Palace as well? Were they secure? Did they need to worry? Without realizing it, she had stopped moving, stopped blinking, even stopped breathing and was just staring at Deacon.

“Sweetheart, you need to breathe.” Leandre’s calm and deep voice next to her wove its way through the thick fog of her mind to reach her in the hidden recess where she had disassociated to, hiding from the fear that had come welling up from the depths of her. “You’re safe and you’re going to stay safe. No one can hurt you here.” More reassurances finding their way through the blanket of safety she had long ago learned to put up around her mind so that she could endure not only what Gabriel had sent her way but also the things her own mind could do to her.

“Yael, Leandre and I are not going to leave you alone. You are safe.” Deacon now joined in, his voice dropping and a greater warmth coming to it. He was looking forward to finding Gabriel and bringing about a reckoning and revenge, he’d have to train with Arioch and Raguel later, he was sure the boys could use a power boost. But that would have to wait until Yael was doing better. At the moment, all color had drained from her face and he was quite concerned about the Nephilim before him. A born warrior, she had been so broken he wasn’t sure she could have even battled a hamster in her current state.

A breath in, a breath out, a breath in, a breath out, slowly Yael started to breathe again. Each one required her to concentrate so she did not slip back into that safe room in her mind where no one and nothing could reach her. The place only she knew about and only she could be safe when the world around her threatened to destroy her. Gabriel had never been able to reach her there, the Heavens and Hells knew he tried though. Leandre and Deacon though, their soft voices, the caring woven into the very ether that carried their words to her ears, they found her in that small and quiet place and slowly coaxed her back out into reality. Were she to be asked in that minute, she would admit that scared her a little bit. For them to be able to do that meant that they had a power that no one else did, and she had learned long ago that anyone having power over you meant that they could destroy you just as much as love you.

“That’s it, little angel, you’re going to be fine. Damien losing his temper is nothing to be all scared about.” Leandre stroked her hand softly while throwing a glance over to Deacon that spoke far more words and a louder volume than he could have with his voice. They were going to have to play this delicately. “You know how Princesses can be. Kaylin was just being dramatic. Have to make an entrance. Deacon, Olly, Cruz, and Luc are more than a match for Damien. And the Palace has more protections on it than you can imagine.” Managing to finally pry his now numb hand free of hers, he switched them out, and lightly stroked her back with the one where it felt like she’d actually mangled fingers. Damn strong female.

Watching Leandre free his hands, Deacon had to try not to laugh. He could only imagine how tight a grip she had on the male, and was glad it wasn’t him. “It’s just a family squabble. Nothing to worry about, dear. I promise. Just them showing up threw a wrench in Abriella’s plans; and like Leandre said, she and Asher were all dramatic about it. I mean, who makes their entry in a fountain?” Now he did give out a small chuckle and tried to give her a smile. He had tried to be delicate in recounting the events, but apparently had failed somewhere along the way. Navigating instances like this was going to be a learning experience for all of them. No doubt this would not be the last such a time.

Yael’s head dropped again. “I’m sorry. I can’t help it. I…” A deep sigh came from her and her head shook, causing her hair to fall forward, forming a chestnut curtain on either side of her face, thankfully blocking everything from her view. Not having to see helped her to gather a little courage, which felt like a whole lot of courage to her. “It’s not that I doubt either of you, or anyone here in the Palace. I’ve just spent so long not knowing where the next blow was going to come from, when, or if I’d even recognize the face that delivered it because he was good at hiding. Every event could lead to another…another…another..”

A deep breath in, a breath out, a breath in, a breath out, concentrate on breathing and slowing down her words, she could do this. “Any time that there is upset like this, even if I’m not involved, I worry that I’m going to be blamed for it.” Tears pricked at her eyes, she could feel her heart pounding in her chest, hear her blood rushing in her ears, and she felt the desire to get up and run. It was a battle to stay seated, one she was winning only because of the soft feel of Leandre’s fingers against her back and the tight hold she had on his hand. He was currently Yael’s anchor in the tempest of emotions swirling within her. “Please don’t give up on me.” The last words came out as almost a whisper, a prayer.

“Little angel, I’ve told you, I shall not leave you alone.” Leandre’s voice was deep and soft as he reassured her once more that she had nothing to fear. He wanted her to have confidence that no matter what came in the future, she would not have to face it alone again. Deacon was quick to offer similar reassurances as well. Both men knew what it was like to feel alone in facing darkness, which is why Abriella had asked them to help Yael, and why they had agreed. “You have no reason to worry.”

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cljordan-imperium · 1 year

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HEADS UP 7 UP

I was tagged by @ceph-the-writing-spook

I'm going to tag @writingpotato07, @saltysupercomputer, @dogmomwrites, and anyone else who would like to play along.

Warning - alluding to past torture/abuse

A little more than 7, but wanted to give the complete paragraph

“Little Angel, I went through torture at the hands of our enemy once after I was handed over by someone I trusted. It left scars in my mind that I still battle at times. I know what it is to be scared of shadows and things that you can’t explain to others. Not the same as what you went through, but the effects do not differ that greatly. Orpheus and Andronicus, two of my closest friends, they were there for me during my darkest hours after my freedom. Abriella asked me to help you because of what I went through, because I know what it is like to have body, mind, and soul broken by someone you trusted…someone you loved.” Leander kept his eyes on her, letting her see the sincerity of his words. Maybe someday he’d tell her more, let her know the secrets that few were privy to. The last person he’d told, Talia, had betrayed them all and used his past pain against him to try to turn him against those he loved, those he trusted, and those who he knew loved him. He knew that Yael was different, that her reaction to Adriel was not an act but a visceral response to a fear that she could not control, but instead controlled her. She was not putting on a front to gain sympathy like what Talia had been doing was, but he was still hesitant to say too much and open himself up to that kind of pain again. In some ways he and the trembling Nephilim in his arms were much the same, damaged souls trying to survive with the pain from wounds that left no outward scars.

#heads up 7 up #writeblr #my writing #The Imperium Chronicles #writeblr connect #writeblr community #Leandre #demon #fear #trauma #torture #abuse #Yael

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palaceofimperium · 1 year

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Moving from where she had been standing at Cruz’s side, Abriella stood directly across from her friend. “Yael, you have endured hardships, punishments, and mental torture that no one truly deserves. Manipulation of your thoughts and emotions were allowed to endure for too long, and there are few that can understand what effect that has on the psyche and the view of the world it creates. I know that you have had anxiety regarding coming here, in truth I know there is little you do not have anxiety regarding anymore.” Her words were soft and heartfelt, not full of pity or in any way demeaning. While speaking Abriella had reached over and gently taken Yael’s hand in her own. She wanted her friend to know that she was safe and that no one took what had happened with Gabriel lightly. “However, I selected one of my personal guards that I truly believe can understand your viewpoint more than you might expect. While it will take some patience from both of you, I believe you can help one another to see that the world is not such a dark place as you have come to see it. Do not let his gruff and stoic exterior intimidate you, I promise you he is a lot softer than he first appears.” She winked with a smile, and when she continued her voice held affection for her guard. “Stoic is I believe one of his middle names, but he is also a fierce protector and that is what you also need during this time of recovery. And Leander remembers what coming out of the dark of a prison can feel like.” While he’d agreed to do this and even wanted to, Leandre was still having second thoughts while he stood talking to some of the others during what felt more like an awards speech than an introduction. Deciding it was too late to back out now and not look like a monumental jackass, he took a deep breath and hoped for the best as he stepped through the doorway into the grand dining room where everyone was gathered. Rather than being in his fighting leathers as Thenasus had done, Leandre was in a suit from the human realm, with a crisp white shirt underneath. He had decided to forgo the tie for the day and left the top couple of buttons on the white shirt he wore undone. It was his hope that this would help the female he was charged with protecting and guiding to relax if he didn’t look quite so formal, but he couldn’t be as relaxed as some of the others who would come later. That was only around those he knew very well. According to Brie, Yael was more akin to a scared mouse than an Angelic or Nephilim warrior, which is what she had been for centuries.

As he walked towards the table, Leandre saw Yael’s reaction and couldn't say he disagreed with his friend and Queen. Yael was also absolutely stunning with fine and elegant features on her narrow face, eyes the most beautiful shade of hazel that seemed to change color as he neared her and the light changed, and hair a shade off of auburn; and nothing like he expected. From the trepidation he could see in her entire demeanor, he was glad he wore the suit over his uniform of the Guard. As nervous as she appeared sitting there, almost clinging to Abriella’s hand, in his full regalia, she might have passed out. Leandre knew a thing about torture and fear, he would not want to put her ill at ease, especially at their first meeting. What he had endured had been weeks, hers had been years. While he understood some of what she had endured, in ways he could not know how she had withstood all she had while maintaining a modicum of sanity.

Sliding through a small break in the table made for just that, Leandre bowed to her but kept his eyes on her face. "Lady Yael, I may not be as relaxed as some of the others in Imperium, but I promise you will always be safe with me and we will work through it all together." He brought the back of her hand to his lips and Lee swore he heard her make a small squeak. His eyes cut over to Abriella slowly as he stood back up, maybe he did want to know exactly “how bad” it had been; something he had previously chosen not to know thinking it would be better for Yael to tell him.

While he wasn't as big as Thenasus, Leandre was also a massive warrior. Broad shoulders, tall, and powerful, Yael believed him to be even larger than Gabriel. It was hard to trust he would not hurt her like her old commander had. Even with the calm and peacefulness she had seen in his oceanic blue eyes, it was hard for her not to feel fear coiling in her belly. It was all she could do not to recoil when he’d taken her hand, then the feel of his lips and the scruff of his goatee against her skin had created a whole other sensation she hadn’t felt before. Outside of Gabriel, the few other angels and Nephilim she interacted with as part of her responsibilities with the Angelic Legion, and those males who had been part of her mission, Yael had been around very few males. Abriella’s brother Cruz and their friend Arch were the only two with regularity, and they were the only two that she trusted. Trusting this new one would take some time.

When Leandre had taken his seat, Yael tried to give him a soft smile, but she wasn’t sure how it actually turned out due to her nerves. She figured it must not have been too bad because Abriella squeezed her hand and Leandre nodded towards her with a small smile of his own. She had a feeling that might be the most he ever did since it earned a raised brow, but pleased look, from Abriella. Yael had to admit she did like the look of it on him, his chestnut colored hair long enough to be bruising his eyebrow on the side he had it parted to giving him an almost boyish charm to his otherwise rugged face. Definitely handsome.

Abriella watched Yael carefully. She also caught the look that Leandre had thrown her, and knowing him as well as she did told her that he was going to want to know more than what she’d told him in their previous conversations. It had been her hope that Yael could be the one to divulge that information, but it might be better if she did. That way there would not be any accidental upsets that could cause things to slide backwards, or worse. There would be time for that later after everyone had gotten settled.

Once Leandre was settled and Yael’s racing heart seemed to have calmed, Abriella revealed a surprise. "I know there are some special circumstances that have made you feel like no one can understand your lack of experience in areas others have, especially relationship wise.” Yael started to get nervous once more as Abriella started another introduction. Her breath stuttered and her eyes glanced furtively around. Did everyone know, were they all laughing at her the way that Gabriel had? Would they all judge her and look down on her? Yael’s breath quickened and her heart started pounding, how had she agreed to this? Was it too late to go back to the Sanctuary in New Orleans?

Leandre’s hand found the top of Yael’s on the table, gently laying atop it, and she found it calming and reassuring, somehow. The warmth of it seemed to seep into her veins and fight the fear that had been trying to course through them. “There is another here in Imperium that is much like you. He too has felt like an outsider at times, but knows that we all love him regardless and that it doesn’t define him. A Horseman and my cousin, he is also one of the gentlest souls I know when not on the battlefield. Deacon, Horseman of Famine, specifically asked to work with you and Lee, so you will not feel alone in those areas where you feel no one could understand." Abriella gave Yael a soft and warm smile, wishing she could ease the pain and fear she knew her friend felt. Between Leandre and Deacon, there were probably no others who truly could understand what she was feeling or what she had endured.

Like Leandre, Deacon had opted for a suit and no tie. When Deacon had told Lee he'd wanted to work with them, at first the Demonic Nephilim had seemed insulted that Deacon might think that he couldn't handle a simple Nephilim who was having trouble adjusting to a life free from torture and fear at the hands of her former commander. That was until Deacon explained she was a virgin, something Deacon had learned from his own father. Then it sank in, Deacon was probably one of the very few in the realm who might understand other than a full Angel, and no one was going to have her working with one of those anytime soon.

In fact, the final details of them working together had been made for them to tag team things while Brie was getting the women that morning. Cruz was to have told her as they were all seated for breakfast. Deacon was originally supposed to have been a backup, but knowing how he'd felt through the years about his homosexuality and lack of relationships, he felt that he was in the unique position to help. Leandre had agreed the more that they talked and it wouldn’t be a bad idea to have an extra set of hands when one of them was busy. Now that he’d seen how skittish she really was, Leandre thought they were both going to have their hands full until she felt that she was truly safe in Imperium.

When Deacon entered the room, Yael didn’t feel the same fear that she had for Leandre. Deacon’s whole demeanor was more relaxed, and had she not known he was a Horseman, she would never have guessed. He looked more like a model: tall with wide shoulders and narrow hips, chiseled features, with dark hair and brilliant blue eyes. He looked more like he should be walking a runway in Milan rather than a warrior and Horseman. She knew he started out a Nephilim the same as she was, but she had never seen another one anywhere close to looking like he did.

"Hi, Yael. I want to help in any way I can. Friend, confidant, shoulder, brother, whatever it is that you need. Leandre and I have different styles, but we agree that you will always be safe with us both and we will work together and with you to help you heal from all you've been through." Deacon's style was definitely less formal and more warm, and it earned him a small smile. It was a start, and it was good enough for now.

Leandre still had his hand lightly on top of hers, and it was helping Yael feel calmer as another large male was now seated next to her. She didn’t know why, except maybe she did believe that he would protect her and she was safe with him. That combined with Deacon being so relaxed and friendly, and looking less intimidating that either Leandre or Thenasus had Yael smiling back at him, and then over at Leandre. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad. She could do this. Even as stoic as Leandre seemed to be, he didn’t seem to be judging her and he hadn’t been harsh in the slightest. He was just more formal. Formal she could do. And he was watching with what looked like genuine concern in his eyes, maybe he didn’t use his words but it was clear that there was more going on under the surface..

Abriella waited for Deacon to get comfortable after sitting, and she noticed that when he did, Yael ended up with each of the men holding one of her hands. She didn’t think she’d ever seen the other Nephilim actually look relaxed until then. But, then again, she wasn’t sure until that moment that Yael had felt safe. With Deacon on one side and Leandre on the other, Yael had to know that there was no way that even if Gabriel had walked into the dining room that he could do anything to her. Even if her grandfather, Div, tried, she wasn’t sure that he’d get too far with those two. Even better than her think it was that YAEL seemed to think it; and after centuries of living in what had to be constant fear, to see her relax was a relief.

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laudys83 · 1 year

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Prenons une grande respiration et imaginons Venec avec des cheveux longs

🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵

#fracasse #leandre #loic varraut #kaamelott #venec #j’imagine bien Alzagar en pls devant un Venec aux cheveux longs #arthur aussi remarque #tout le monde quoi #alzagar x venec #kv1

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none-i5 · 1 year

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I'm aware that the world is severely lacking in Leandre fanart, so here's some food for the masses

#romance detective #leandre #rose (romance detective)#fanart #sketchbook

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vigoburrito · 1 year

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Made a Leandre in Illustrator for an upcoming class about character design!

#leandre #Satyr #illustration

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quasieli · 8 months

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[ID copied from alt text: A digital bust drawing of my D&D character Leandre (he/him), set against a black background. The piece is made of a limited palette of shades of red and blues, as well as fiery orange and yellow. Leandre is a young satyr with long wavy hair is flowing upwards above his head, most of it wreathed in fire, but a smaller portion of it dark and streaked with blues. Two thirds of his face is red, with that side portraying anger, while the last third is blue, portraying a teary eyed sadness. End description.]

There's a deep sadness that hides beneath his rage

#Eli's Art #Leandre #this started as a limited palette piece but then kinda shifted #wanted to do something with opposing colors/duality and mood #Leandre's not great at expressing anything other than rage #but even so #that rage is still permeated by a deep sadness #a sadness that he wears heavily on his face (hence why all his features are drawn in blue even on the red portion)#i just love this boy a lot #love making him angy and sad lmao

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benpitphoto · 2 years

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Un couple, un mariage, une grossesse, une naissance. Et beaucoup d’amour. C’est la naissance d’une famille. L’apprentissage parentale. • @juliebga @antoineazg Merci pour votre confiance 😘 #seancephoto #passionlovepeople #seancebebe #maviedeparent #parent #familytime #famille #photonaissance #photographenaissance #photographematernité #pregnancy #leandre #photofamille #photographefamille #maternité #famille #babytime #boutchou (à Paris, France) https://www.instagram.com/p/ChupPJEs6Yi/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=