#a-estiler

[unteriors]

Washboard Road, Estill, South Carolina.

[negreabsolut]

Caçadora Bomber d'Alpha Industries, model MA-1 D-Tec

[r3-sensible]

[onerabbitaday]

I listened to my friends go thoroughly insane about Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint while i drew this

1/4/23

[movedtodawning-skies]

20 for the selfship kiss ask meme with whatever f/o you want ^^

STARING SO HARD... i have NO idea who i might want to do this with but i think I'm gonna go with Bolearis?? bc I don't talk abt him nearly enough-- more under the cut!

note: this was actually so much fun to write i keep forgetting how much i love writing HDSFJFD

Bolearis/Estil (Xenoblade OC) + First Kiss

It was a day like any other day, really. The hot desert sands of where Colony 4 was located brought about dust and dirt, as well as limited supplies - water being the most important. Estil, ever vigilant in his duties, continued checking the supplies that they did manage to have; sweat covering his brow from the long hours outside.

"Mm..." Estil mumbled to himself, frowning. "Of course we're out of that... and that... where is that damn supply drop..."

"Hey, Estil."

Estil turned around at the sound of Bolearis' voice - his boss and... whatever else they had going on. It was a little tense in Estil's eyes - were they friends? Maybe? But then if they were friends, then why would Bolearis throw his arms around him all the time and -

"Hello? Estil, you in there?"

"Hm-? Oh, sorry, sir. Just a little lost in thought."

"Yeah, I could tell..." Bolearis glanced at the paperwork in Estil's hands. "Still doing supply checks? The drop is supposed to be tomorrow, you know."

"Ah, is it...?"

Bolearis frowned and took a step closer to notice the bags under Estil's eyes and the sweat around their forehead - he also seemed a little faint.

"Hey, are you- woah!" Bolearis began, before catching Estil as he started swaying on his feet. His wings that crowned his head were drooped in exhaustion, and Estil felt incredibly weak.

"S-Sorry, Bolearis... Guess it caught up with me..."

Bolearis looked at the collapsed soldier in his arms with sudden panic in his eyes. Estil's face was pale, his eyes were clenched tight in pain. Pushed himself too hard again... Bolearis thought, electing to carry him back to the shared quarters.

A few hours later, Estil had woken up in his cot, a cool towel pressed against his forehead. The room still spun, but not nearly as bad. He tried to sit up, but another hand gently pushed him back down.

"Sir...?" Estil mumbled, Bolearis' face coming into focus.

"Ah, none of that. Are you okay? The heat really did a number on ya..."

"I'm-"

"And don't say you're fine!" Bolearis retorted, frowning. "You keep workin' yourself too hard..."

He sighed and sat back down on the floor next to Estil's bed. Estil looked away, unsure of how to react. Bolearis was silent for a moment, then he continued: "It isn't just you in the colony, you know. You can pass off jobs if it's too much."

"It's not too much, Bolearis, just..." Estil's wings fluttered as he thought. "The weather isn't the best for me right now, and with the stress of the supplies being scarce..."

Bolearis' expression looked slightly pained - he knew how hard it had been on everyone whenever they were free from the Clock, but pushing forward and trying to survive was their only option.

"I'm sorry, sir, things just got away from me. It won't happen again." Estil said, regaining his sense of surroundings. His head pounded, but at least he didn't feel faint again.

"I told you to quit it with that, Estil..." Bolearis replied, sighing. "You know we're not... that it's... well, it's different. With you, I mean."

"Bolearis..." Estil couldn't look at him. Not in the eye, at least. He had spent countless hours thinking of him, unsure of what was really happening, and for Bolearis to come out and say it...

"Just... take care of yourself better, alright? I don't wanna catch you falling again." Bolearis then stood up, placing his hand on the towel that lay on Estil's forehead. "Oh, it's warm. Are you... sure you're feeling okay?"

Bolearis moved the towel and placed his hand on Estil's forehead. Estil's wings fluttered almost in protest, but he didn't say anything. "Y-Yeah, I'm fine."

"Okay, if you're sure." Bolearis leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to Estil's forehead. Estil's eyes widened - the moment lasted for only a split second, but it felt like a lifetime. Bolearis pulled away from him and began to walk out of the sleeping quarters.

All Estil could do was watch him leave, still trying to process everything and - wait.

Were they friends or not!?

[appelsaus6666]

Fan poster for True Widow designed by me. Photograph by peter Hutchins

[soulmusicsongs]

Give a Damn About Your Feller Man (1) - Benny Gordon & The Soul Brothers (Give a Damn About Your Feller Man (1) / Give A Damn About Your Feller Man (2), 1971)

[thesaurus]

//OH MAN someone recognized me from this party 3 years ago

// “wait-you’re *thesaurus!” (*obviously my given name, but you catch my drift)

// me: “how could you possibly know who I am???!!”

// I couldn't place him for a minute (and never admitting to figure it out, but...) he’s friends with this boy I have had a crush on for three long years

// he slept in his car one evening (idk the context at all, I don't think he ever moved away?) when crush’s ex somehow finagled sleeping on his couch all those years ago

// AND He pronounced my name right which rarely happens (so he definitely remembered me!~!)

// crush had an extremely small dark haired girl with him and (I would say) noticeably didn’t even look at me all night

// but like hey man… clearly your friends even remember me so what exactly went on with your inter-bro conversations?? I would LOVE TO KNOW TY

// the night was kind of Weird but I did make some gal friends which isn’t a waste cause friend making in your late 20's am I right....

[primepaginequotidiani]

PRIMA PAGINA El Mundo di Oggi sabato, 26 ottobre 2024

[orbesargentina]

https://marcasdelmundo.com/harley-davidson-consejos-para-compradores/

Las motocicletas Harley-Davidson se han convertido en un símbolo cultural mundial, representando la libertad y la rebelión en la carretera. Pero, ¿qué es lo que realmente hace que estas motos sean tan icónicas? A continuación, exploraremos algunos de los factores que contribuyen a su estatus legendario.

[negreabsolut]

En Griffith.

[ren-from-mars]

Ragghhh I need to go to sleep I am being foolish

[humintum]

[movedtodawning-skies]

💌🥰💭 for the ask game!!! :3

hi! i love these prompts so, so much, thank you!! your work is wonderful <3 I'll answer these for Bolearis since he's on my mind rn;;

💌 - What would a love letter from your f/o look like?

since technology is a lot more advanced in their world, handwritten letters would be a lot more significant - a keepsake, a memory, so I think Bolearis would just ??? panic over the right words but eventually land on something simple but conveys a lot of meaning (Estil would then hide it if Bolearis caught him rereading it ;;)

🥰 - What little thing do they do makes you happy?

Bolearis always checks up on Estil frequently to make sure he's okay and taking care of himself (the poor man keeps running around all day), so each of them trying to find each other in their busy schedules means a lot !!

💭 - If you could read their mind, what thoughts would they have about you?

Bolearis is 1000% thinking about how he can touch Estil's wings and get away with it ~

[soulmusicsongs]

Give a Damn About Your Feller Man (2) - Benny Gordon & The Soul Brothers (Give a Damn About Your Feller Man (1) / Give A Damn About Your Feller Man (2), 1971)

[miquisteps]

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