#˗ˏˋ ✦ elijah gutierrez ⟶ thread
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open starters for @santastarthq somewhere on the streets of valpo
˗ˏˋ ✦ ⟶ " hey ! can you do me a favour ? " elijah is precariously dangling off the side of a ladder, only one foot on the rungs while the other is pressed against the brick wall it's leaning against. while one hand is gripping onto the top of the ladder, the other is waving down the person he's spotted on the street with a paintbrush, the yellow he's been using splattering in droplets on the cement below. there's a half finished mural on the wall, unintelligible yet as to what it's supposed to be, though elijah almost exclusively works in bright shades of colour : red and pink and blue and, his favourite, the yellow. he points his pinky in the direction of the wide brush on the ground beneath him. his paint can rattles as he shifts against the shaky ladder. " can you pass me that paintbrush down there, please, por favor ? "
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˗ˏˋ ✦ ⟶ she seems like she's telling the truth, all wide eyes and innocent smiles, but elijah still feels, for some reason, like he should be suspicious. still, her logic is sound ── she is very pretty, and they do live in the same building, so it's possible that the little neg of recognition in the back of his mind just comes down to that. he decides not to question it. star breezes past him, uninvited, and he lets her, watching stupidly as the woman makes herself at home on his couch. " real housewives ? like the tv show ? " he asks, as though that isn't obvious ── he's still recovering from the fact that she just waltzed in without pause. stepping back into the hallway, he does one last check for those prank cameras he's convinced have to be the answer to her odd behaviour, but not seeing anything, he quietly shuts the door. if you can't beat 'em ── join ' em. elijah jumps over the back of the couch to sit down beside her, pulling back some of the couch cushions until he locates the remote to hand it over. " no. didn't you hear ? there's someone in the building who's going around stealing everybody's chocolate and i'm not about to make myself a target, " he informs her factually, as though that was his reasoning and not the fact that he's forgotten to grocery shop for a few days. " and guess what ? i haven't had any chocolate taken. " a thoughtful pause. " i think i have pretzels around here somewhere ? "
any engagement was just an invitation to her ; she was a woman who thrived on the attention of others no matter how short lived , no matter how it was delivered . " it would be rude to call me a liar , " she warns , eyes big , sparkly and blinkering as she maintains her innocence despite them both knowing that there was no car to speak of on such a floor of their building . " um , you recognise my beautiful , sexy face from all the times our paths have mysteriously crossed around here ? " she suggests as she walks past inviting herself into the apartment without a second thought and brushing him off , " anyway , it's only right that you invite me in at this time of need . where's the remote ? there's an episode of the real housewives that we need to watch … " sitting down and making herself comfortable , " do you have any chocolate ? "
#yet again#elijah hanging out with a hot bitch because he just lets them do whatever without question#whether that's a benefit for him or not i suppose we'll see#˗ˏˋ ✦ elijah gutierrez ⟶ thread#˗ˏˋ ✦ elijah gutierrez ⟶ featuring. star
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closed starter for NAIDA ( @latunche ) that rooftop mixer thing
˗ˏˋ ✦ ⟶ “ what exactly are we glaring at ? “ it doesn’t take long bumbling around the rooftop for elijah to sniff out naida, and he drapes himself on a nearby chair ; his posture relaxed and loose as he rests his arms over the curved back. he fixates his eyes on the horizon, squinting towards the sun slowly setting behind the calm water in the distance. an attempt is made to mimic naida’s expression… or at least his artistic interpretation of what he thinks her expression is : brows furrowed, with an exaggerated scowl that really looks more like a pout when he does it ( he is not even a quarter as intimidating ). “ if you’re trying to scare away the sun, i think it’s working. see ? “ his hand comes up to point at the sunset, “ there he goes. you can relax a little bit. “
#˗ˏˋ ✦ elijah gutierrez ⟶ thread#˗ˏˋ ✦ elijah gutierrez ⟶ featuring. naida#I HOPE THIS IS OK!!!!!!!!#LET ME KNOW IF IT ISNT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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closed starter for CARMEN ( @scnkissed ) elijah’s apartment
˗ˏˋ ✦ ⟶ if christmas presents in general were stressful for elijah, deciding what to get carmen was a whole different beast. he knew from the beginning he wanted to do something for her, but deciding what that was going to be was a long and arduous process. nothing that he thought of seemed right : jewlery was basic, clothing was uninspired, home decor felt TACKY. he wanted something that carmen would really like, but also something that didn’t so obviously display the hopeless crush he has on her ── the one elijah himself has been trying to avoid acknowledging.
been there, done THAT.
everything between them is just friendly, obviously. elijah has no skin in the game, even if luna’s teasing always seems somehow to get under it. no, it needed to seem casual, even if he found casual difficult to channel in any situation.
set against the backdrop of a beautiful array of los molles butterflies and flor de gallo, a handpainted version of dulce sits upright with a butterfly against his nose and wrapped thoughtfully in brown paper covered in hand-drawn christmas trees. elijah was careful to match the shades of pink to the colours of carmen’s room when it’s lit up at night, sneaking in with the help of her roommate to guage the right palette, bribing dulce with enough treats that he could get him to sit still for long enough that elijah could at least get the outline properly. it was hours of work, moreso than anything else he worked on for christmas this year, and he restarted at least three different times.
“ that’s for you, by the way. “ he tries to seem confident as he jerks his head towards the present, leaning against the side of his couch, but the curated disinterest is uncharacteristic of his usually excitable, over-the-top nature. the frame is about the height of his waist, since, as has been made abundantly clear, elijah cannot work on a small canvas. “ merry christmas, or whatever. “
#any gift giving threads of elijah are going to be long i fear#LMFAO#feel no need to match length <3 i love u#˗ˏˋ ✦ elijah gutierrez ⟶ thread#˗ˏˋ ✦ elijah gutierrez ⟶ featuring. carmen
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closed starter for MILANI ( @divinctions ) outside the building somewhere idk could be day could be evening i'll let you and milani decide
˗ˏˋ ✦ ⟶ when elijah spots milani, the paint cans inside his backpack crash loudly into each other as he puts the breaks on his walk. both his hands come to land on the back of the bench she's sitting on and elijah leans forward, lowering himself until he can drop his forearms to the wood. " oh no ! my pet goldfish got out and there's a whole big wide ocean that he could be in. " he huffs with batted eyelashes, intertwining his fingers so he can rest his chin on them. it's almost as if he's mocking the convenient excuses that always seem to find milani at his doorstep. " if only there was some kind and gorgeous neighbour who i've definitely NEVER met before to help me find him. " with his theatrics concluded, he studies her with easy curiosity, as if waiting to see which version of milani is going to answer his ridiculous spiel ── he has noticed a correlation between her selective memory loss about him and how far below the horizon the sun has sunk, but that's about the most he's been able to figure out about the woman. he doesn't really care ( why should he ? it's still his apartment that milani seeks out. he's the one winning here. ) but elijah had just spent the day lost in his murals, and he was practically buzzing for a conversation ── milani was just the first unfortunate soul to have crossed his path.
#this was very workshopped and horrible#but hey#it's your trash now b****#<3#˗ˏˋ ✦ elijah gutierrez ⟶ thread#˗ˏˋ ✦ elijah gutierrez ⟶ ft. milani
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closed starter for SYDNEY ( @mundanecore ) again event mixer thing
˗ˏˋ ✦ ⟶ " is that a number in your pocket, or can i… ? wait a minute ── nope. “ elijah sinks into the seat beside sydney, index fingers both pointing in her direction as he – purposefully, playfully – ‘ stumbles ‘ over his words. “ i seem to have lost my number, or are you just happy to see me ? “ an over-the-top sigh and elijah lets his head roll across the back of the seat and bats his eyelashes in her direction. he’s bad at this on purpose, having decided to just embrace the cheesiness of it all. his false exasperation only lingers for a moment; he has to sink his teeth into his lower lip to suppress the fact he’s laughing underneath his lost expression. “ sorry. i just got so distracted by your beautiful face, " he holds his hand out to tap her under the chin. " that i completely forgot what i was trying to say. “
#˗ˏˋ ✦ elijah gutierrez ⟶ thread#˗ˏˋ ✦ elijah gutierrez ⟶ featuring. sydney#hopefully this is ok?#!!!#appreciate u
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closed starter for DREW ( @hntedhouse ) some ( not haunted ) area of santa moenda
˗ˏˋ ✦ ⟶ it's late. elijah is in the part of the building he's sure is haunted, the stretch of hallway between the elevators and his apartment door. it's always cold, sometimes he swears he hears footsteps following him down it... ── he doesn't care what luna says, it's not a risk worth taking. every time he has to hurry through here at night ( which is, admittedly, quite often ), his footsteps involuntarily pick up, and he feels just a little on edge. “ ah ! “ a terrified squeak escapes him as he hurries around the corner and runs almost directly into drew, his hands coming to press against his chest before he relaxes with a deep breath. “ ── dude. “ he mutters under his breath, shaking his head as if to clear out some of the horrifying mental images of ghosts he conjured up in the split second he was convinced his life was going to end. " you can't just creep up on a guy like that. " ' creeping ' being an unfair assumption, since he really had no clue what drew was doing ( very well could have been something very normal ), but if you ask elijah, he was still trying to recover from a near-death experience. " what are you doing ? "
#this is so fucking stupid#but i am running out of starter gas#so uhhh just let me know if it makes no sense to you#˗ˏˋ ✦ elijah gutierrez ⟶ thread#˗ˏˋ ✦ elijah gutierrez ⟶ featuring. drew
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closed starter for CARMEN ( @scnkissed ) the market
˗ˏˋ ✦ ⟶ “ okay. “ when elijah spins around to face carmen, he’s wearing the most ridiculous, colourful pair of sunglasses that he’s ever seen in his life perched on his nose, taken off a nearby rack at one of the market stalls. they aren’t flattering to his face shape, and just by putting them on he’s smeared cheap glitter all across his fingertips ── the lingering remnants likely being left his wake, wherever he ends up throughout the day. nonetheless, his hands fly out to gesture proudly on either side of him. “ i’m going for something that really says …── white trophy mom on a cruise with her mysterious lover, “ dropping his chin, he peers out at her over the rim, a grin slowly spreading across his features. “ what do you think ? “
#˗ˏˋ ✦ elijah gutierrez ⟶ thread#˗ˏˋ ✦ elijah gutierrez ⟶ featuring. carmen#already dont know wtf this man is saying#and yet#ths is for you#love u bestie
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closed starter for LUNA ( @divinctions ) somewhere non-specific. it could literally be anywhere
˗ˏˋ ✦ ⟶ elijah stares down the sketch on the paper in front of him ; the drawing, all eyes-in-weird-places and too-many-claws-to-be-comfortable, stares back. like a police sketch artist trying to pin down a culprit, he’s been listening to luna rattle off a series of increasingly more disturbing creature descriptors and doing his best to reflect their uncomfortable vision onto the page. it’s not his favourite activity, but elijah is looking at it as a practice exercise… ── he just has to wave some sage above the door after they leave. “ maybe less teeth ? “ he offers tentatively, a futile attempt at reeling in the crazy ideas. the pencil he's holding waves aimlessly through the air. “ it’s just ── anatomically ── i don’t think you can fit that many fangs in one mouth. ��
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closed starter for LUNA ( @divinctions ) luna & itzel's apartment
˗ˏˋ ✦ ⟶ “ they’re not really christmas decorations though, are they… ? “
elijah stands precariously on a step stool, holding onto the end of a string of skull lights that luna just passed him. he just dropped by to deliver her christmas gift ── a set of naivety dolls, though specifically painted to represent the monsters from guillermo del toro’s labrynth ( a movie that elijah hated having to stomach watching. thanks drew ) ── and somehow he finds himself offering another roach to their offranda and stringing up these little twinkling lights above their kitchen cupboards.
the height is something elijah is used to. he's always up on some kind of ladder, climbing some kind of wall. it's luna’s general vibe ── and tenancy recently towards biting him without warning ── is what makes him side glance down at them. “ where’s the usual stars and evergreen trees ? why do you always have to make everything so fucking weird ? “
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closed starter for ARLO ( @divinctions ) arlo’s apartment ( secret santa )
˗ˏˋ ✦ ⟶ gifts mean a lot to elijah. buried underneath the layers of careless attitude is a sentimental individual who cares deeply for his friends, his family, and general humanity around him, and the best way he knows how to show that is by crafting the most thoughtful presents he can think of. when the letter came to him in his mailbox indicating which resident of santa moenda he’d be gifting, elijah was nervous to open it ── what if it was someone he didn’t know very well ? what if he didn’t have any ideas ? this was a hefty burden to bear.
arlo should have been easy. he has so many nerdy interests, some of which him and elijah share, that there is a world of possibilities open for him. unfortunately, that became the problem. he was plagued by indecision for the last week, going over ideas in his head, starting and stopping projects three or four times before he finally settled on the handmade majora’s mask sitting in the box he’s cradling nervously towards his chest.
it’s not PERFECT. sculpting isn’t really his thing, and he’s never done cosplay before. a wooden bowl, foam spikes, and clay carefully molded over top of it might be too heavy for arlo to wear... ── if he even ever wants to do a skull kid cosplay. does he already have a majora’s mask ? it feels like the first thing a zelda fan would get themselves... ── fuck.
as if imparting something fragile to arlo ( and it is fragile ; in all of his projects, elijah puts his whole heart. if arlo doesn’t like it, elijah is pretty sure he’ll be crushed ) he holds out the meticulously wrapped box. the mask is wrapped inside a shirt he bought from second-hand style as a last minute addition, though elijah now regrets that, too, his brows furrowed as he frowns at arlo’s hoodie. “ i hope you like it. i hope you don’t already have one. “ he voices his nervousness out loud, settling back against the counter and folding his arms around himself.
#take this sentimental bastard#and his far-too-long post#LMFAO#love u linky-pie <3#˗ˏˋ ✦ elijah gutierrez ⟶ thread#˗ˏˋ ✦ elijah gutierrez ⟶ featuring. arlo
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closed starter for NORA ( @elisii-campii ) sabor 24 horas
˗ˏˋ ✦ ⟶ the moment elijah sees nora, standing on the other end of the counter ( ruining his favourite place to get hangover food AND his good mood all in one go ), he's frozen. his knuckles turn white as he squeezes the plastic bottle of coca-cola he's holding tightly, and the humiliation of their unintentional cruelty casually bubbles up to the surface of his skin from deep in his subconscious where it had never quite healed.
he immediately turns and faces the wall, inhaling once, and then a second time. he sneaks a glance in her direction, over his shoulder.
it's cool, actually.
it's so totally cool.
it's so cool that elijah is so completely over it.
he's not quite sure how she's here, in valparariso, but she is, and now he's making eye contact with them. for someone usually so confident, elijah very suddenly wants the ground to swallow him up. maybe it would deposit him somewhere else, on the other side of the world ; far enough away from any conversation where he can still their quiet confession that rattles his insecurities to this day. he raises his chin in a curt nod, offering up the first stupid thing that comes to mind. " if you're trying to figure out what you want, the empanadas are really good. " why did he say that ?!
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˗ˏˋ ✦ ⟶ elijah leans down, stretching his fingertips out until he can reach for the brush ; but that's a bad call, and even though he's able to grab a hold of it between his fingers, it slips and clatters to the ground. muttering a string of spanish under his breath, he basically bounces down the ladder so he could grab it the conventional way ( how boring. and what a lame way to impress a pretty woman. ) " thanks. sorry. " he apologizes, before adding, " i don't mind, but the answer might not be as interesting as you hope. " he warns, offering a light laugh.
he shoots a glance back towards the mural, " the lady who owns this dog-grooming place wanted something on this wall. " elijah explains, " she wants it to match the street, so the colours are all... " he drifts off, pointing at the colourful buildings, " you know ? "
It was one of those days. The blonde dancing to herself in the streets as her headphones blasted the latest hits to drop in pop. The other should count themselves lucky that the music ended when it did and she was able to hear them. "Hm?" It was a swift turn in the voice's direction. Her headphones now discarded to around her neck as her eyes found the other. "Uh, sure." It was chirped, her blue eyes now curious over what was being created. To a degree, she liked the aspect of not knowing. Her mind coming up with a million and one different scenes. "Do you mind if I ask what you're working on?" The question following her picking up the brush and holding it out for the other.
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˗ˏˋ ✦ ⟶ content with the brush now in his hands, elijah presses the toes of his sneaker against the wall again, reaching perilously up towards the top of the mural to fill it a smaller space. " gracias ! " he accepts the compliment with ease, though most of his attention is on this one little spot that he just can't seem to reach....
...maybe he just needs a taller ladder, because this one just isn't cutting it.
he really should have more concern for the way that he's holding the ladder with one hand against the rungs and it's legs wobbling, especially as he lets go and jumps back down, but he doesn't. elijah doesn't tend to think things through, especially when it comes to his art. he throws himself in head-first, considering the consequences later ( in this case, the consequences would probably be something like a broken bone ── elijah will deal with that when, and if, he comes to it. )
" it's not that bad when you're up there. " he insists to his newfound companion as his feet make contact with the solid ground. " or, it's not that bad when i'm painting, i guess. it's easy to get caught up in it all, and smaller canvas' just don't cut it. " his hands wave around his head, before he tosses the paintbrush back into the tray on the ground by their feet. " you an artist ? "
Tom was out for a walk like they usually did to clear their head. He was still new to the city and had gotten turned around so much that they weren't going in any direction in particular anymore. The cafe they'd had their sights on visiting was back a few streets over and Tom was determined not to get his phone out to check for directions just yet. The mural in progress caught Tom's attention from across the street and they decided to approach to get a closer look and maybe even strike up a conversation with the artist. As an artist himself he appreciated seeing fellow work out in the world. Without having to make the first move he was already getting pulled into conversation. Tom quickly bent down and picked up the brush they were asked for and presented it to him. "No problem. It looks good so far," Tom encouraged. "I could never do what you do though. I'm terribly afraid of heights," they went on. He might not have been up very high but the contraption he was on looked tedious and that was enough for Tom to stay away and not risk cracking open their skull.
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