#sabrinachristiansen

[beth-garcia]

[text] I need you to hide me!

Text; Of course :P but why? :D

[lesliestedeman]

@sabrina-christiansen sent...

“Don’t carry it all.”

Leslie couldn't help but smile feeling the weight on his arm being lifted for just a moment as Sabrina attempted to take one of the large bags. But he was carrying two big bags of dog food as well, so getting the other large reusable grocery bags off his arm might be a problem.

"It's alright. I'm stronger than I look. If you wouldn't mind getting the door, though..."

As much as he hated the thought of being part demon, he had to admit the thought of having a tail was tempting. Provided it was prehensile enough to do things like grab a door when his hands were full. He decided to let Sabrina help and put down the dog food packages and shrug a few bags from his arms.

"Okay you win. Probably isn't the smartest thing to do, walking home with all this... But I'm pretty used to a long walk. I won't be offended if you don't want to carry it the whole way."

Once Sabrina had enough to carry, Leslie saddled up his arms with the other bags, then leaned one dog food bag against his shoulder and carried the other under his free arm. He hadn't seen Sabrina in quite a while. But that was his fault entirely. And now with Wilder gone, he had even less friends here... With Wild there was a short hand with his fellow Kiwi. Wilder was the one person he'd told his horrible secret to and the were-bear hadn't blinked. He hadn't cared a lamb for Leslie being part-demon. Leslie couldn't be so sure of the same of others. But Sabrina was dating a vampire... Maybe when they knew each other better...

[dhanilyman]

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[text] I’m glad you’re okay. No one else was hurt?

[text] Is it recoverable? Say the word and I’m here to help, Spellman.

[text] Even if you just need someone to talk to. <3

[dakotasmuses]

😍 Sabrina

@sabrina-christiansen

[littlemissjuniper]

Juniper stood in her living room, waiting for Sabrina to come over, it was weird, the night before she hadn’t realized that would be her last time sleeping in a bed. But here she was, ready to give it all up. She’d made out a will, just in case, and hidden it under her typewriter. As she walked around her living room a sudden ache in her heart made her sigh as she looked around, memorizing every inch of the room. She had never gotten the cat she wanted. Of course after she was turned it was probably best she didn’t buy a cat, not for a little while anyways. 

She ran her fingers over the wood desk and was tempted to get a beer, but Colton had said no alcohol before this, so she didn’t want to mess up. She got a water bottle and waited instead, hoping Sabrina would be there soon, she wanted to get this all over with so she could go die and be reborn... Hopefully. 

@sabrina-christiansen

[dakotasmuses]

"Good girl," Colton breathed. "That's my good little girl," he moaned and snapped his hips forward against her roughly, the sound of their skin making a slapping sound and drawing groans from deep within him. "Oh god you're such a tight little whore," he looked down at her with half lidded eyes as his fangs extended to their full length. At nearly a thousand years old his fangs were nearly half an inch long, and it just went to show nothing on the vampire was short. "I'm going to fuck you until you cry," he growled sounding almost predatory.

Roughhousing // Colton and Sabrina

[lesliestedeman]

@sabrina-christiansen​

"I used to think that it was the illustrations." Sabrina put the book down, having not seen it since she was a child. She'd taken a copy of it from the library years ago, unable to stomach having the book in her own collection. Now at the Institute, it was much harder to pretend that they were nothing more than children's stories. There might just be grains of truth hidden within Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark. Now sitting with the newest folklore teacher, she leafed through some of the stories that haunted her nightmares. "I never said a word to anyone about it. Not even the librarian who original showed her the book knew how much the stories had effected the young woman. "Have you heard any of these? Know the origins? Maybe the truth is more logical than the fictional accounts."

“They are rather... gripping illustrations.” Leslie held his hand out for the book and once she’d let him look, he glanced through the book, meant for older children. He hadn’t read them, of course. They appeared to be only 30 years old tales, but he was sure some were new spins on some rather old ghostly yarns.

“You know what they say, ‘truth is stranger than fiction’... I suppose being here, the creatures inhabiting his island certainly is proof of that.” Leslie smiled to the computer teacher. If she was interested in bending his ear on his particular area of study, maybe she wouldn’t mind him doing the same. He wouldn’t mind getting his television up and going. Whatever an HDMI was... Leslie was old fashion, he simply couldn’t be bothered to keep up. It all moved so bloody fast.

“Ah, well, of course the Wendigo is a creature from the American Great Lakes region, Native stories there... And a black dog is classic symbolism for death in Britain. I can take a wild guess that ‘High Beams’ and ‘The Hook’ are your more modern road trip ghost stories. ‘Oh Susannah’ must be from the Gold Rush era in the America West, that song of the same name from several years ago...” Leslie paused, clearing his throat and correcting himself, “Several decades ago.” He looked to her, holding the book up, “Would you mind terribly if I borrowed this? I haven’t read it and now you’ve gotten me very interested, indeed. I could give you a better assessment of it tomorrow.”

[dhanilyman]

@sabrina-christiansen​ 

[text] I need you to lock Keith in the basement of the club.

[text] Are you joking?

[text] Or

[text] like this is serious

[dhanilyman]

TRADING PLACES: Keith

@sabrina-christiansen

Melora usually woke him up with kneading at his body somewhere or close enough on the bed to wake him. Or by jumping off of the bed and going for the litter box or food. Dhani was a light sleeper and waking up and stretching and realizing she wasn't around felt odd. He knew he hadn't drunk anything, or gotten drunk, not with all the weird shit going on. He felt a body next to him. Maybe Daisy and snuck over? Leib had surprisingly strict rules for Dhani having people spend the night, but Daisy was better than Dhani was at wanting to break them.

But this woman's hair was blond, not red. Not Daisy. He could tell that much by the shape of her naked shoulders... She turned over.

Dhani shot out of bed, tumbling to the floor, naked. He scrambled up but had the sense to try and not make more noise looking for his clothes. Except for the muttering he couldn't help himself, "Fuck shit fucking hell goddamn it. What the fuck, what have you done...?"

[beth-garcia]

Continued from HERE

Beth rushes over to Sabrina with an amused smile on her face as she begins to explain herself, glancing at the phone with a raised brow. “So you fell on purpose?” The witch teases her while helping her back up onto her feet and looking over her for any sign of any injuries. 

@sabrina-christiansen​

[dhanilyman]

[text] Where is my dramatic master of the force and who is this imposter?

[text] What?

[text] ARE YOU SERIOUS

[text] He's under a lot of stress right now OK?

[text] Also Kumail Nanjiani looks like my birth dad - before he got buff tho. I was only a little disappointed he wasn't a real jedi but also glad bc it 100% saved his life

[dhanilyman]

Cliffs of Insanity | Dhani & Sabrina

@sabrina-christiansen​ sent...

[text] Did I fall off the cliffs of insanity or is this real?

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[text] Is what real? 

[text] Sorry I’m replying so late, Warren took my phone again.

[dhanilyman]

[text] You will not be forced to do anything that will result in you getting injured while you are at the club. I don't know if Keith already sent this to you, but I want you to be safe. Don't take the vampire's shit, okay?

[text] You’re scaring me a bit, Spellman.

[text] What’s going on? Did something happen at the club? Is everyone okay?

[text] I haven’t heard from Keith today.

[dhanilyman]

[text: Brina] Minas Tirith, Bowser's Castle, or Serenity?

[text] What’s wrong with you? Why would you make me choose?

[dhanilyman]

[event] Give Me Love | Dhani & Sabrina

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@sabrina-christiansen​

With the headphones on, Sabrina knew that she could get away with a bit of mischief. She’d heard that there was something going on with the slaves, but seeing as they were not chained to the courtyard and acting mostly normal, she imagined that it was not some insane form of punishment. Doing her best to stick to the walls of the lounge. She placed both hands on his shoulders. “Boo! What are you up to?” She had heard him playing something, but she couldn’t tell whether it was him messing around or actually writing a song. The melody was vaguely familiar, but whatever it was, she simply could not place it.

A few dissonant metallic chords clanged as Dhani jolted, his headphones sliding off. He took a breath and laughed, seeing who it was. He took off his headphones entirely, unplugging them so she’d be able to actually hear his playing.

“Just practicing my George Harrison slides.” Dhani played half of the beginning solo riff. “What about you? Other than terrifying unsuspecting innocents?”

[beth-garcia]

💋

“Thought you’d never ask!” 

@sabrina-christiansen

put a 💋 in my ask if your muse wants to kiss mine