hiatus
I’m putting George on indefinite hiatus, I just have no feeling for him anymore. I hope to come back at some point, but I’m not sure I will. I’m sorry to everyone with whom I still had threads!
Small starter call since I’m watching Call Me by your Name tonight and I feel like i’m going to have some George-muse after that.
I’m back from London and classes have started up again, so I’ll be able to actually be here again.
Slightly related, there was this queer bookshop in London (Gay’s the Word) and they had a book about James I and his lovers. I almost bought it because there was an entire section about him and Buckingham but I didn’t have the money :/
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I’m going to London this weekend so I won’t be able to do actual replies, feel free to im me though
apurekindness replied to your photo: This is both a picture of my doggos to show you...
omg so so cute!!!
I know right! They’re adorable
This is both a picture of my doggos to show you all how cute they are and also a reminder that George has two Anatolian Shepherds himself
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“Can I help you, monsieur?” she queried, as she hurried covered her basket with her embroidery. It was a skill she rarely cultivated; she much preferred to spend her time studying human biology and medicine, but that was oft frowned upon…and the embroidery was always useful to cover up her real passions! Indeed, the basket did not contain further embroidery, but instead vials of various medicines which she herself had concocted.
Still, there were some who did not care that she was a woman with a knowledge of medicine and sought out her advice regardless. She was not yet certain whether the man in front of her was one of those more enlightened individuals.
“I think you can, if you are miss Kiara Oakly, that is?”
He was momentarily distracted by the flurry of moment as she put her embroidery back in her basket. It seemed she was covering something with her work, though it was unclear what. If he was to hazard a guess, he’d say it might be books.
“I have heard some rumors, that you might know some... unconventional methods of healing.” If he had any other option he wouldn’t be here, but his own healer had no idea what this illness could be and had recommended miss Oakly. Now, if it was he himself who was ill, he probably would’ve waited it out, but his charge was more frail and so here he was.
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Me, a romantic: candlelit dinners, blooming roses, tender kisses, love letters, longing looks, beating hearts
Me, a Romantic: sword fighting, bloody knuckles, messy hair, smudged lipstick, cold hands, fiery eyes
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King James I: *builds secret tunnel connecting his room to the room of a man he calls his husband*
Historians: it’s very hard to tell what kind of relationship they would have had, let’s not look at this through a 21st century lens
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‘But’, indeed. A small twitch appeared at the corner of her mouth, though given their angle to each other he probably wouldn’t see. She thought she’d recognised Villiers from the few glimpses she’d had, and his introduction only served to confirm. Again, clear reason for him to have been abducted, but still no greater clue about herself. Maybe it had been purely for her English accent? Or possibly …
No. No, that was an unpleasant line of thought, and important right now. In any case, she intended to have vastly improved the situation before any of the kidnappers’ intent became clear. When the two men appeared she shrank back a little as if in fear, pretending she couldn’t find her voice. “Please … please. English … ?” The words caused a frown, and a confused glance between them - duly noted and filed, as was their appearance and ill-kept arms.
“Please, I need …” Again she saw them frown, and changed to French, “Pourquoi nous avez-vous …?” She stopped, shaking her head. “S'il vous plaît … Je dois dépenser de l'eau.” Another pause, as if detesting having to use such a word, “Pipi?” That wasn’t actually a lie, as her bladder promptly reminded her at the thought, and there was more than one layer of relief as the men again exchanged looks - ‘what do we do?’ glances this time - and then the nearer one reached down to haul her to her feet.
She stumbled a little as sore muscles protested, and the other man looked at George. “Et vous, Anglais? Vous aussi?”
The ruse seemed simple, once he realized what it was. Their captors would take them outside, which would give him the opportunity to knock at least one of them out. Hopefully miss Landsend could make sure the second didn’t raise an alarm for his colleagues so they could incapacitate that one too without too much trouble.
Except that these men seemed to know what they were doing and lead them first to a bigger cave, filled with five more bandits. All of them armed and alert, these were definitely no amateurs. They were taken through the cave, paraded before these men so that everyone knew they were outside - so no chance of knocking their two guards out undetected.
He glanced at miss Landsend, it seemed best to continue following her lead. Normally, he’d be able to come up with a plan of his own, but his headache had worsened by walking and she seemed to have things under control.
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At first he was overcome with dismay, just that it had happened at all— with no idea of the dog’s origins, he couldn’t know whether she was trained or even well-behaved by nature. Well, there was an answer. Jean was quick to pull her back, gently, to a more workable distance. But when he dared look to George, he found the man just as charmed by her canine smile as he’d been.
It went a long way towards quelling his worry. Still, he would have to work with her… if she was staying. Not everyone would be so understanding. “Since this afternoon, actually,” he answered sheepishly. “She was hanging around the building. She looked hungry, and I was worried she might wander into the road.” All excuses, some of more merit than others.
That explanation wasn’t surprising at all - not that he could talk since he would’ve done the exact same thing - and he couldn’t stop a smile from appearing. He stood back up as Jean pulled the dog back, straightening his vest, still looking at her. “Do you think she ran away?” It didn’t seem likely as the dog didn’t have a collar nor a name tag, and the dirt gathering in her fur suggested she’d been on the streets for a quite a while.
“Do you have supplies to take care of her for now? I may still have some if you need any.”
I have my last exam tomorrow at 2pm and then I’m free for a week so I’m going to be more active here again!
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valentine's day application
Name: Age: Do you like to cuddle?: Can we make-out?: A night in or dinner out?: Ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?: What makes you a good Valentine?: Would you cook for me?: Would you let me cook for you?:
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”Mine.” She whispers. ”Yours.” I breathe.
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vampire starters
as requested by anon. Feel free to change pronouns, lore, or anything else !
Human
- “Oh, bite me. Wait–don’t do that.”
- “Woah, those are some freaky colored contacts/fake fangs/fake bloodstains.”
- “Is that why you’ve always been so…weird?”
- “I’m not afraid of you.”
- “You got a little something on your face there…and hands, and..oh gosh..”
- “So…how old are you?”
Turning
- “What’s happening to me?!”
- “Did you just…bite me?”
- “This..hurts…”
- “Get away from me!”
- “I feel…weirdly stronger…”
Newly Turned
- “I’m still not used to this…”
- “Being immortal sounds pretty cool.”
- “Am I supposed to…kill things?”
- “I want cool vampire powers.”
- “I can’t believe this actually happened to me.”
- “I have so many questions.”
Born a Vampire
- “Drinking blood isn’t weird for me.”
- “We watch Dracula to make fun of how dumb humans are.”
- “You don’t have to drink human blood, dumbass.”
- “Someone around here should show you the ropes.”
- “I’m actually not that old.”
Ancient
- “I’ve lived through hundreds of generations.”
- “Doritos are the greatest invention in the history of time.”
- “So many people have died in front of my eyes.”
- “There’s no such thing as ‘the good old days’. Every time sucks.”
- “I wish I could be with you forever.” / “I can’t wait until your ass dies.”
Lore
- “I don’t sleep in a coffin.” / “I sleep on silk sheets.”
- “No, we don’t turn into bats.”
- “Are you checking to see if I sparkle? Because I do, with my shining personality.”
- “Most of the crap in movies isn’t true.”
- “I’d stay away from anyone that smelled like garlic. So would you, if you’re a reasonable person.”
Hungry
- “No matter how much I eat, it’s never enough.”
- “You’re bleeding…”
- “Go. Now. Before I-”
- “Everyone’s blood smells different. Yours smells like chocolate/dog shit/cheese fries.”
- “I shouldn’t have waited this long…”
Sorry for the silence, guys, I’m in the middle of exams and can’t be very active at the moment. I’ll certainly be back at the start of February, though.
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Sleep hath its own world, and a wide realm of wild reality.
And dreams in their development have breath, and tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy.
Indie & Private Hypnos, god of sleep