the barking dog

"Might I recline briefly at your feet, miss? Your beauty has loosened my knees. I’m sure a few moments spent looking up at your profile from below, with the back of my head on these cool tiles, would put me right.” Indie!Cuthbert Allgood, Dark Tower-series. Mun and Muse of age, multifandom- and OC-friendly.

[driesvano-deactivated20170413]

Ezra Miller photographed by David Sims for Prada Menswear F/W 13.14

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   Dani stops her thought process, swearing quietly. Goddamn. This was not something she had in mind for today. Sneaking some wine, perhaps eating something probably disgusting, yelling at Rico for being a dumbass, those were all on her plans of things to do today. Not help some lost, orphan what she could only assume was a drug habit.

  “Shit. You got a guardia—” The foreign word has he squinting. “What?”

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      "That is my name."

      [ His tone is lightly confused, but mostly amused, actually. That's a new reaction — almost as if he threw a complicated saying in High Speech at her. His name's not possibly that bad. ]

      "You told me your name, so I gave mine back. Cuthbert, although most people just say Bert." 

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   His speech isn’t spurred, which is a good sign, even though his eyes keep darting towards the car like it was going to suddenly turn on. So, no alcohol, then. Perhaps a hallucinogen? Nothing that they dealt in her turf, the kid clearly was from outside. His speech patterns certainly assisted that theory. Shit, did she have another stupid rich kid lost in the ghetto? Dani hated that shit.

   ”Dani.” She says automatically, waving a hand slightly. “It’s Dani, not miss. You got parents I can call to come pick you up, kiddo?”

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      "No, they are dead."

      [ Fallen in war, and so is he. He's still utterly distorted by the fact he knows he died, even though the details are a bit blurry. Anyone would be a bit strange if in one moment, they are on battlefield fighting a lost war, and then waking up in a place that's so strange and different and you know nobody. But he's not going to say this. Even to him who believes in lots of things that sounds a bit... off. ]

      " — Cuthbert."

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Also lets not forget about the time Susannah's other identity who is some sort of demon and also is white when Suze is not and has legs when Suze has not gave birth to Roland's kid even though she never had sex with Roland and the kid was a spider while both parents are human & the midwives were people-eating vampires

because fuck you logic.

[vulpinevulpine]

I tried to make a thing.

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   Dani squints at the language he uses, but shrugs it off. She does a once over of his clothes, then leans forward slightly so she can see his eyes. He doesn’t look like any of the normal junkies that end up on this street, nor does he look as high as a kite, and his breath smells pretty clean, but… There’s still something obviously off about the boy. Frown twisting her lips, the woman tips her head to the side.

   ”You okay?”

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      [ The reaction is a bit irritating, for Sai is still the most polite address he is aware of, but language is a funny thing here- Don't get him started on the letters. They look like a child's scribble to him, and completely unreadable. Not that this is the point, is it? His left comes automatically up to wrap itself around the lookout — a crow's scull, hanging from his neck and mostly hidden beneath his clothing as he watches her, eyes flickering back to the car in between. ]

      "Me? Oh, I am always fine, that is sort of my nature! Just a bit lost, one could say, but I have found myself in much worse situation and out of those, so no need to worry about me, S— Miss." 

[ezramillermw]

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   Dani squints, tilts her head to the side, eyes on the boy that’s… really cautiously stumbling away from a parked car. Huh. Either he was drunk off his ass or he was on something, either way he was a possible threat. And considering her lack of usual company, Dani wasn’t really inclined to get in trouble for doing something stupid, not while obviously pregnant.

   The woman shifts her weight and thinks over her options, her dark eyes never once leaving the strange kid. And then, with a heavy sounding sigh, she moves from her alley. “Hey, kid!”

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      [ His gaze suddenly moves from the beast — though he's still listening for any sounds that indicate the predator leaving it's resting spot, just because it's sleeping doesn't mean it's not dangerous anymore, just like things you can't see are still a threat, every kid living near a demon circle learns this early on — and wanders towards the woman. She doesn't seem scared, rather ... worried? Wondering? A strange mixture of those, with something in between. Wary. It'd almost be gunslinger's eyes, if he didn't learn early on that those are a much rare thing in this strange place, and that people are careless despite the dangers their world holds. ] 

      " — Aye, Sai?" 

[watsonprime]

The Dark Tower - I had a lot of fun putting together my Game Of Thrones infographic a few years ago, but I haven’t really made any since. I’m a huge Dark Tower fan and this was just as much fun to put together.

[pattern-53-enfield]

Nice.

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scrapsandink

      [ Careful steps lead the boy far off from the metallic beast. It might be resting now, but he does not trust these things that seem to be machine and living monster all the same. Things like this do not exist back in Midworld, and even though it is not the first car he encounters, he is still overly wary of them. Much expecting it to roam to life any given moment and jump forwards with that murderous speed that seems to be given to these hunters to devour him. No, he can do well without this.

      It must look rather amusing to an outsider, though. ]

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     it was already something, surely better than vague words with no meaning at all. As if he were surprised to hear them. No one wanted to spend the whole night with him, and those few who did were reckless or insane. It was not that he had a low self-esteem: he simply knew what he was and what he did, and was perfectly aware of the fact that barely anyone liked the latter.

     ”It seems you’re stuck with me, though.” Should he say he was sorry? Because he was not.

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      [ Muttered words would wander over the boy's lips, unclear and slurred to the point of being barely even to be identified, and if they would, one could read something like I'd rather be send west slipping of the young gunslinger's tongue. Still, smile rests just as easily as ever on the same as he blinks up to the other.

      There's something just undeniable about Irial. He just can't say what — though, he would not be surprised if the other would much more follow the path of the Crimson King. ]

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starter call. at 3 am. yes.

[selthine]

One of my favoritest pictures ever.

[maxgromov]

The Nagant M1895 Revolver 

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deprxfundis replied to your post:note to self: never go through your tags.  you’ll...

where are the kleenex when I need them

bonus: seeing as the balls were for gunslingers, and they all earned their guns only briefly before / in the war (apart from Roland, that is), it was also probably their first.

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note to self:

never go through your tags.  you'll cry.