#mod elith

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To operettehelte på farligt Nimbuseventyr

På 59 dage kørte skuespillerne Palle Huld og Elith Foss i 1935 gennem 19 lande på en 18.000 km lang køretur på deres Nimbus motorcykel rundt om Middelhavet.

Jeg har fået fingrene i den svenske udgave af bogen 'Vor Nimbusfærd', hvor de to unge skuespillere Palle Huld og Elith Foss fortæller om deres eventyrlige motorcykel-ekspedition rundt om Middelhavet i sommeren 1935. Bogen er håbløst naivt skrevet i en friskfyrsagtig skolestil, men den er fascinerende at læse - et autentisk dokument fra en tid, hvor enhver spejderdreng drømte at drage på eventyr i den store verden og ingen endnu havde kørt på motorcykel over den libiske ørken.

Men det gør de to danske skuespillere altså i deres sommerferie. De har fået overtalt direktør Fisker fra Nilfisk fabrikken til at give dem en ny Nimbus motorcykel med specialbygget sidevogn. De forbereder sig lidt bedre end en søndagstur til Greve Strand og suser ned gennem et heilende Nazi-Tyskland og et Spanien, som kun er et år fra borgerkrig. Over Gibraltar Strædet og herfran hele vejen tværs over Nord-Afrika til Ægyptens pyramider.

Det er en stor ting: Elendige veje, der sandede ting, ingen veje, mangel på benzin, frygt for overfald, problemer med at skaffe kontanter undervejs, mangel på vand, frygt for skorpioner og slanger, når de overnattede i deres telte og hele vejen måtte de kæmpe sig igennem en eneløs strøm af grænsevagter, politifolk og soldater, som bad om papirer og bestikkelse.

Men de unge skuspillere med deres nyindkøbte solhjælme klemmer på videre op gennem Palæstina mellem stridende jøder og arabere og et brutalt Tyrkiet hele vejen tilbage gennem et endnu ikke-krigshærget Europa til de tusindvis af ventende københavnere på Rådhuspladsen.

Det var i øvrigt ikke første gang Palle Huld var på stort eventyr: Han rejste som 15-årig jorden rundt på 44 dage efter at have vundet en konkurrence i Politiken og blev inspiration til Hergé's belgiske Tintin tegneserien. Og i 1937 to år efter "Vor Nimbusfærd" stak Palle Huld og Elith Foss igen afsted på motorcykeleventyr, denne gang til Iran (Med Palle & Foss til Orienten)

"Vår Nimbusfärd" er en beretning fra en anden tid og verden, end den vi har idag. Men netop derfor er den inspirerende! Den handler om unge mennesker med mod på eventyret og tro på fremtiden i en tid, hvor fremtiden var lige så usikker, som vi synes, den er idag.

#Palle Huld #nimbus #Nimbusfærd #Elith Foss

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#mod elith #billy lenz #black christmas #art

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Not Dead

Hi, so, I’m not dead.I’ve just had a lot of ... let us say... utter bullshit to deal with lately. 

As far as I know, it’s just the one writer for this blog again. I know I keep saying this but I do wanna try to write more regularly but I’m a full-time college student so IDK guys. I’ll try my best to try this “time management” thing

ALSO, I half expected to come back to an inbox full of Sylvanas asks because of the newest cinematics. Are my Hordies okay? My banshee lovers? Do y’all need some tissues? Chocolates? Tea and blankets?

#Mod Elithe

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More cat boy Billy to cure your seasonal depression

Plus a bonus gif of him getting ready to puke on the carpet 💕

#mod elith #billy lenz #black christmas #art #black christmas 1974 #tw emetophobia #shitpost #my art #tw cartoon violence

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I will not apologize for this 😌 /j

#mod elith #brahms heelshire #brahms the boy #slasher #shitpost #PLEASE DO NOT TAKE THIS SRSLY PL E A S E #my art #I’m trying to post more of my drawings lol

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Slashers Reactions to being taken to a waterpark!

Martin Matthias

-he has.....mixed feelings about the whole affair. It’s loud, hot, and the sun is reflecting off the surface of the water and giving him a headache. it would probably be best to take him when he’s not super shaky. take him in the morning when it’s cooler out and you got yourself a very happy boy. (not that he would complain if he wasn’t)

-he’d be too shy to take off his shirt unfortunately.

-sunscreen? you bet your ass he is packing SPF 189378234 and applying every twenty to forty minuets as directed. 

-he does know how to swim, he has for a very long time, but he’s out of practice. He’ll stick to where he can touch before venturing into the deeper water. once he gets the hang of things again, he really starts to enjoy himself.

-he’s only ever had to swim in life or death situations before. (falling off boats, getting pushed into a river, jumping into a lake to try and escape the mob with pitchforks chasing after you, that sorta stuff.) he’s never had the chance to just swim for fun and he finds it very relaxing.

-he LOVES the hot tub! he can never seem to be warm enough, even on hot summer days like these, so getting to steep himself in a bowl of hot water is a much needed treat.

-what? oh, you want to share a floatie? with him??? and just....chill on the lazy river? th-that’s fine!

-goes on one(1) water slide and decides that he would much rather keep both feet planted firmly on the ground thank you very much

-get him a snowcone! he deserves it! as a treat! He’s gigling uncontrolably when he sticks his tongue out to show you that it’s stained bright red

Billy Lenz

-this man? absolute menace.

-you take your eye off of him for 0.0009 seconds and he is halfway across the park shoving people and trying to cut in line.

-take him on a day where it’ll be less crowed, for his sake and yours

-his favorite area is the kiddie pool. He says it’s because he likes how colorful and fun it is, but you’re pretty sure he just likes pushing over small children. Keep an eye on him just in case.

-despite your efforts to make sure billy gets sunscreen, he ends up looking like a lobster at the end of the day. prepare for tears and whines on the drive home. Let’s hope you have some aloe vera gel at your house.

-would want to share a bananana split with you

-loves play fighting in the water, splashing, throwing you in, all that stuff. he doesnt even mind when you get him back by pushing his head under

Brahms Heelshire

-honestly doesn’t know what to do with himself. he never in his whole ass life got the chance to go to a water park, much less a public pool. he had swimming lessons of course, when he was very young, but his parents didn’t like mingling with “the lower class”, so he never got to go.

-he hates being splashed or having his head dunked, but he *loves*, to dive. like LOVES to dive. you know those weighted rings/sticks that you throw in and then dive to get? those are his jam. asks you constantly to throw them for him so he can see if he can get them all before they reach the bottom of the floor, timing how fast it takes him to get them all.

-milkshakes are a MUST afterwards. he orders a strawberry flavored one, with whip cream and crushed oreo topping

#posting old drafts #martin 1977 #martin matthias #brahms heelshire #Billy Lenz #headcannons #mod elith #writin

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#mod elith #billy lenz #black christmas #black christmas 1974 #art #my art #and now I shall disappear for another 2-3 business weeks

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Click for better quality!

Happy Halloween! Wear a mask, stay safe, and if you’re partying drink responsibly!

#mod elith #art #martin 1977 #happy halloweeeeeeen #tw needles #tw blood #martin matthias

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Billy: I KNEW it! You’re fucking cheating on me!

Brahms, desperately trying to hide his Hatsune Miku body pillow: Babe, it’s not what it looks like, please i can explain-

#shitpost #suggestive content #lenzshire #billy lenz #mod elith #black christmas #brahms heelshire #the boy

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Saw the resemblance, couldn’t unsee it , now you all have to suffer as well /lh

As always click for better quality!

#album cover redraw #billy lenz #mod elith #black christmas #art #brahms heelshire #slashers #my art #you’re out of touch

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Non-flashy version of the video I just posted!

#billy lenz #black christmas #mod elith #art #shitpost #my animation

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Hey! I just found your blog and I saw your hcs for Martin and I really like them! there's seriously no Martin content out there and i've been looking high and low for someone who writes for him! i'm not really sure if you write x reader stuff but I was wondering if you could write a soft imagine about Martin going on a date? If not honestly anything Martin related is perfect. Thank you!<3

AN: Im so sorry for the late response, I've thought about answering this ask every day for the past 12 months but didn't. </3

Martin x GN!Reader on a soft date.

You looked up at the looming house before you. Despite you and Martin being friends for quite some time, your nerves were shot. Today was different. You had formally asked him out on a date, romantically, with a hand-written note and everything. The swarm of butterflies in your stomach is more akin to wasps than anything else with their anxious buzzing.

You took a deep breath, and knocked on the door. Cuda opened the door and regarded you with a narrow gaze. The butterflies fell dead in your stomach, something about the man filled you with a quiet discomfort. His white suit is pristine like that of a piece of paper, or the skin of a cadaver.

“You are here for Martin?” he stated, more than asked.

All you could do was nod your head. He stepped aside to let you in. You trotted up the stairs, eager to be out of the old man’s judgemental gaze. Martin met you halfway down, having heard your knocking a moment earlier.

You couldn’t help but eye his lithe, toned figure as his white t-shirt hugged his chest and arms. His dark green trousers hugged his waist, accentuating his gentle curves. Over one arm was slung a jacket, and his chestnut brown hair was brushed and fluffy, framing his face. You cleared your throat and looked away.

“You ready to go?”

He nodded, and you turned to lead him down the stairs.

It doesn’t take long for the cracked concrete of the train station to be beneath your feet, and the warm afternoon air filling your lungs. Martin rocked back and forth on his heels, rubbing his neck and avoiding looking at you. You were used to Martin being quiet, and nervous, but never like this.

A spike of anxiety coursed through your veins. Oh god, he didn’t wanna be here did he? He only said yes so your feelings wouldn’t be hurt. Dark thoughts circled your head like vultures, waiting to strike and tear apart everything.

You distantly heard Martin say something.

“S-sorry what was that? I kinda zoned off,” you stuttered.

Martin looked at you, biting his lip and blushing. “Y-you have something behind your ear,”

You ran your fingers over your scalp, but found nothing.

“Here, let me get it for you,”

Before you could react Martin’s hand brushed over your hair, causing your cheeks to tint slightly pink. When he pulled his hand back, a rose was clasped between his fingers. Your jaw dropped.

“Oh! It’s a rose, what a strange thing to keep in your hair, although I suppose it’s fitting for someone so beautiful,” He remarked gently. He reached out and offered the flower to you.

All of the blood rose to your face at once. You managed to stutter out a weak ‘thank you’ before taking the rose. Where had he even hidden it? You watched him put on his jacket before you left and didn't see a thing. You noticed that he had removed all of the thorns from the stem, so you wouldn’t get hurt. Surely, you would be suffering a fatal heart attack any moment.

The train ride was uneventful, filled mostly with small-talk. You felt your anxiety ease somewhat as Martin settled into his usual self, cracking jokes between the two of you. You stepped off the train, and, on a whim, offered your hand to Martin to help him down the steps. It was his turn to blush and look away, the corners of his mouth curling slightly as he took your hand.

“My liege,” You said, bowing your head to him.

“Pshhh,” He said bashfully. “I’m not fit to be a prince,” He chuckled.

“Well you’re certainly handsome enough to be one,”

Martin turned bright red and averted his gaze. Why on earth did you have to be so cute? And so, the both of you turned to walk down the street.

After a while Martin spoke. “So uh,” He rubbed the back of his neck, a nervous tic. “Where are we going?”

“Don’t worry, it’s not far. You’ll like it, I promise.”

…

It was a bit of a lame surprise, looking back. You had been to this park a billion times over as a child, walking the trails and having picnics on the weekends. It was a 50 acre wooded area, with open areas for hosting events. Walking and biking paths wound around the entire park, and a pond that was frequented by the local waterfowl.

You and Martin take your time walking and exploring the trails. You stop at a food truck, getting some hot dogs and soda. Your hands are entwined, footsteps in sync, as you take in the beauty of the park.

Arriving at the pond, the both of you decide to stop and rest on a bench. Martin spots a stall nearby that’s selling bird seed. He tells you to wait while he goes and gets some. You offer to pay for it yourself, but Martin insists that you’ve already done enough for him today. Wanting to avoid an argument with him, you let him pay.

You watch as Martin jogs over to the pond and kneels in the grass. He takes a handful of the seeds and spreads them out around him. A pigeon or two peck at the seeds, mildly interested. Even though he has his face turned away, you can tell that he is grinning from ear to ear.

Your phone buzzes in your pocket. You ignore it. It buzzes a second time, then a third. Reluctantly, you take it out and groan when you see that it’s your boss. You were supposed to have today off from work. As in, work was not your responsibility that day and you didn’t have to do anything.

Your boss was asking if you could come in for an extra shift this evening. You started typing out an answer, only to be distracted by Martin’s laughter.

He looked back at you and beamed. A horde of ducks, geese, and pigeons surrounded the pale boy, who seemed absolutely giddy about the whole thing. You started to chuckle at the sight, amazed that the birds were so calm around him.

“Y/N look! I found some friends!” he laughed.

“I can see that!” you pocketed your phone and jogged over to him.

He turned towards you and that’s when you saw it. A goose, sitting contentedly in Martin’s arms. It was just sitting there, allowing Martin to hold it. You had never seen such a thing, and you started to panic.

“Martin! What are you doing?!?”

“What?” he asked, genuinely confused.

Most of the other birds flew off as you approached, all but a few ballsy pigeons and the aforementioned goose.

Wary, you took a few steps closer, not wanting to get bit by the creature.

“Martin you can’t just pick up a goose! What if you got hurt?”

“He seems fine enough, I don't see what the problem is. Besides, it’s very polite, one of the most well-behaved I’ve ever met!”

The goose looked up at you with glossy eyes and honked as if to say hello. Just as you opened your mouth to protest again, a voice from behind you called out.

“Sir? Excuse me sir,” A green uniformed officer strode up to you. “Sir, for your safety I am going to ask that you please refrain from handling any wildlife in this park.”

He frowned, but complied, setting the bird down on the ground. It waddled away and slipped into the pond. Satisfied, the officer nodded, and returned to patrolling the park. You sat next to him, completely bamboozled.

“That was really weird, how’d you get the goose to sit in your lap like that?”

He shrugged. “It just kind of sat there on its own, I didn't do anything special,”

All you could do was shake your head in disbelief.

“You are one magical person that’s for sure,” you chuckled.

He rolled his eyes at you, but a slight smile tugged the corners of his mouth. “You know how I feel about the magic,”

“Yeah, I do,” you sigh.

Martin laid back on the grass, closing his eyes. Dappled sunlight draped across his face, and his hair formed a regal crown around his head. Delicate eyelashes fanned out over porcelain cheeks, tinted red from the heat of the sun.

“Can I kiss you?” the question was whispered on your breath before you had a chance to catch it, and take it back.

His eyes snapped open, starting at you.

“I’m so sorry, I just, you look so pretty and I-well, uhm-” you pulled at your shirt collar.

“...yes.” Swallowing, you gently leaned over him, and pressed your lips to his.

#martin x reader #martin 1977 #martin matthias #mod elith #slasher x reader #soft date #im so sorry for being this late #it will happen again /hj

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Here is a piece I did as part of a collaboration on @1nd1gnant ‘s server! Please click for better quality I’m begging I put a lot of detail on his face 🥺

#THIS IS SO FUCKING OLD PLEASE DO NOT PERCEIVE THIS #mod elith #black christmas #billy lenz #black christmas 1974 #slasher #my art #collaboration #drafts

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Awh fUcK, I cAnT bELiEvE yEwVe dOnE tHiS

#brahms heelhire #shitpost #slashers #mod elith #Brahms the doll #Brahms was the one who peed in the ballpit #ball pit #tumblr dashcon #you can thank a discord server for this monstrosity

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Wassup gaymers I’m back on a sailor moon kick and decided to bless you all with this

#mod elith #billy lenz #black christmas #brahms heelshire #black christmas 1974 #martin #martin 1977 #slasher #brahms the boy #leslie vernon #behind the mask #herbert west #reanimator #art #my art #semi-shitpost #I put too much effort into this for it to be a joke. #Herbert west doin his Herbert best #sailor moon

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Here are some memes I made using images from the lovely @smol_snek_cosplays! Go follow then on Instagram and Tiktok!

#memes #shitpost #brahms #brahms the boy #the boy 2016 #brahms heelshire #cosplay #mod elith