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“Conscience is but a word that cowards use, Devis’d at first to keep the strong in awe: Our strong arms be our conscience, swords our law. March on, join bravely, let us to’t pell-mell; If not to heaven, then hand in hand to hell.” 

- Richard III

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domusfoliis started following you

I .... er, hello.

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woot woot! but of course now I'm heading out as soon as I deal out another reply. HOWEVER, go ahead and start if you wish. If not, I'll flail my arms your way when I get back online. LOVE YOU BUNCHES AND BUNCHES AND THEN SOME MORE BUNCHES

buhbuhbuh what happened to Calice? Did she die off? :<

However, that would be hysterical as she looks like Abigail and that’d be cray, y/y.

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buhbuhbuh what happened to Calice? Did she die off? :< However, that would be hysterical as she looks like Abigail and that'd be cray, y/y.

does this new thread include terrorizing Will? Because I’m okay with that.

-says this while he’s is glaring at me now. Two strikes, mainly because I’m making him listen to Elfman and he knows how much Elfman makes me emotional-

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does this new thread include terrorizing Will? Because I'm okay with that. -says this while he's is glaring at me now. Two strikes, mainly because I'm making him listen to Elfman and he knows how much Elfman makes me emotional-

COME AND WRITE WITH MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

not like it’ll be my birthday Friday and that would be an acceptable gift even as I donno when I’ll get to reply again

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COME AND WRITE WITH MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE not like it'll be my birthday Friday and that would be an acceptable gift even as I donno when I'll get to reply again

rooooolls back over here

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[ casually drops to peer in since it's been a few months ]

  {{anyone miss us?}}

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LUCKY I'm still waiting for a better job to get Internet and a tablet and a Samsung phone because I LOATHE MY LG XPRESSION.

http://90sand2000smusic.tumblr.com/ Go check it out. I feel old now.

// Left the house to get my iPhone 4S fixed, came back with an iPhone 5.

I feel like I just got successfully sold by the Apple employees

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Revolutionaries Wait For my head on a silver plate Just a puppet on a lonely string Oh who would ever want to be king?

you're welcome Zoë.

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^ accurate feelings, bb

Why am I always mobile when people post me glorious starters. I feel conspired against.

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oy. defenceofthesimplemindsdon'tforgetaboutme

Zoë and Ames. BAD PAIRING.

>;3

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tdefenceofthegenre:

It’s only human nature, isn’t it? To experience concern for a wounded member of one’s own kind. Were they mere animals, and were his wound more grievous, she would have left him to the predators—or killed him herself to get rid of the burden, depending.

That said, they aren’t quite one and the same species, are they? Close, yes, so very close in the way their hearts keep a similar rhythm, and their thoughts take some of the same dark turns; but there’s no way to pretend she isn’t at least one rung above him in the food chain, as it were. Everything down to the slight trembling of his hands all but screams prey, and, like every other Pavlovian dog, she’s already salivating—metaphorically, at least.

Careful to follow at a respectful distance, she keeps her eyes trained on the space right between his shoulder blades; a vision of blood spreading out from his core like a Rorschach ink blot, and then gone again as soon as she blinks.

Pretty, pretty, fragile thing, isn’t he—aren’t they all? But Will Graham is more so; because he gets it. He’s afraid to enter her mind, to see her, but he will. She’ll show him, and she’ll be understood; vindicated.

Coming to rest, then, by the car he himself had stopped at, she allows her eyes to skitter over the wound; careful to keep her features neutral and unaffected. This is not the moment for her hematolagnia to rear its head, much as she might be tempted; this is the moment to gauge the size of his injury and patch it up accordingly.

What a pity to cover up this accidental work of art.

Unpackaging one of the smaller bandages she has with her, she extends her own smaller—weirdly childlike—hand toward his, indicating that he’s going to have to get over any touch-aversion for the time being and give her closer access to the injury itself.

There is an initial flinch before he relaxes, allowing the girl to look at his wound. The blood is coagulating slowly but surely; at least that's one less thing to worry about, isn't it? "Here, make it quick. I... I have to get back to my job." Blatant lie 101, William Graham. Shame, shame on you. It's a lie though to protect himself; to guard the feeling that she causes him discomfort deep below. Unlike Abigail or even Alana, this Elizabeth Hayes makes him feel extremely uncomfortable.

Will sighs, noting that the girl isn’t going to stop pestering being so adamant in taking care of him (who is she? His non existant mother back from the grave in some wicked form of resurrection? That causes a snort of amused laughter) unless he does what she wants. So, he relents and turns to her and nods, motioning for her to follow him outside. Last thing Will Graham wants is an audience - he already had one in breaking the mug.

“My car’s right outside. We can patch me up on the hood of it,” he is resigned to say before turning around again and walking outside of the restaurant and will wait for her there.

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The youngling continues to pet Dolas until his eyes grow heavy again, blissfully uncaring that he is still being licked by the other individual as sleep takes him over. The nightmares, as promised by Dolas, are amiss and Will is certainly grateful -- in fact, the gratitude is taken notice as he keeps his arms linked around Dolas as best he can. He doesn't wake again until the next morning and when he does, he's already smiling.

Shota!AU | haildionysus

Will didn’t know if calling him a friend would work so early in this discussion, but he oddly trusted the creepy as hell looking entity that was suddenly grooming him. A small wince formed on his face but soon disappeared as it began to feel like a cat’s tongue which made the young kid begin to snicker and giggles. “Stoooooooop, that tickles!” he squeals before trying an attempt to ruffle Dolas’ hair like he would one of the dogs.

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Will didn't know if calling him a friend would work so early in this discussion, but he oddly trusted the creepy as hell looking entity that was suddenly grooming him. A small wince formed on his face but soon disappeared as it began to feel like a cat's tongue which made the young kid begin to snicker and giggles. "Stoooooooop, that tickles!" he squeals before trying an attempt to ruffle Dolas' hair like he would one of the dogs.

Shota!AU | haildionysus

“Safe. Here to scare the nightmares.” Dolas dips, rubbing his cheek on Will’s. “I will eat them.”

He slips off the bed, and a few minutes later, the microwave dings. It walks back in, clutching a cup in it’s claws awkwardly, and offers it to Will. It’s filled with warm milk. “Careful with spill.” He offers, settling his chin on the covers to watch the other, a knobbed tail waving behind.

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Will sighs, noting that the girl isn't going to stop pestering being so adamant in taking care of him (who is she? His non existant mother back from the grave in some wicked form of resurrection? That causes a snort of amused laughter) unless he does what she wants. So, he relents and turns to her and nods, motioning for her to follow him outside. Last thing Will Graham wants is an audience - he already had one in breaking the mug. "My car's right outside. We can patch me up on the hood of it," he is resigned to say before turning around again and walking outside of the restaurant and will wait for her there.

Will is still wincing, nursing and cradling the wound, wrapping it with copious amounts of toilet paper since the durability of the paper towels at the sink aren’t going to do diddly squat for him. He hears the young lady’s voice and for a moment, Will stares at the door, disturbed that someone’s taking time to notice him. He doesn’t need coddling, dammit. He needs proper medical supplies, which this place probably has nothing of the sort for. The disturbed feelings ease off as he gives a half shown smile, which only ends up looking like a poorly executed smirk. The bathroom door opens to reveal the empath. “I’m fine, thanks. I… Excuse me. Need to head (Home? Hannibal’s? Hospital?) out. Go get some bandages for this. Thanks for the concern.” He scoots away from her, not looking back again to see if she follows like one of his strays. Now. Calice has a few options but time’s running out if she wants to make a move because Will Graham, soon like Elvis, will be leaving the building.

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haildionysus - drex!

http://cracksaverynobleheart.tumblr.com/post/52818245992/shota-au-thekingsathing 

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*sophisticatedcannibal

He took notice when you came about and even as somewhere buried in his brain says 'It's Hannibal, you dolt,' Will still doesn't notice. Or likely comprehend completely the situation of who the gentleman is.

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