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deke-rivers-1957 · 8 months ago

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Charro! Review

Before Elvis could start filming, numerous changes were made to the script. Everyone who has heard of this movie knows about a cut opening scene featuring female nudity as well as the director having other violent scenes cut. Elvis himself was disappointed that the script he accepted ended up changing by the time he got on set.

Fans however were disappointed for other reasons. They supposedly didn't like that Charro! only had one song. A soundtrack album couldn't even be made due to only 2 songs being recorded with one of them not even being used in the movie. Critics were also unhappy as they considered it to be a cheap attempt at a western and panned Elvis for his dull acting. But were those the real reasons why this movie is considered to be his least viewed? Did this movie genuinely fail to live up to the standards Western moves established before them, or was it judged too harshly for not living up to expectations of both Western fans and Elvis fans? Let's find out.

"Charro" is a quintessential Western intro song. The score as a whole is a hit and it wasn't a surprise at all to see Hugo Montenegro was the composer. He is after all famous for his "The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly" theme cover that reached the #2 spot in US charts June of 1968. I personally don't even mind that this is the only song in the movie that plays as Elvis rides a horse into town. It would've made the movie too hokey if it was stylized as a typical Elvis vehicle.

I love the town's aesthetic. The scenery throughout the whole movie is amazing and I'm so glad they filmed on location throughout Arizona and not simply use rear screen projection. Jess speaking in Spanish so the other patrons don't get hurt is a nice touch. Even though the situation was obvious, it was great to see a character moment where he didn't want to assume anything.

Billy Roy getting slapped adds a level of corny that's sprinkled throughout what's an otherwise serious film. It's very odd to have his line delivery sound the way it does then not even a minute later, Jess is being held at gunpoint to mount his horse. While it's true that even serious movies can have some comedic moments, the nature of this comedy here only feels out of place.

Jess' relationship with Vince is very odd. Vince claims that he's upset that Jess left because of Tracy but I personally don't think that's the only reason. Jess claims that he left because he felt that there was no future with Vince. I don't believe that either. There's a certain amount of complexity would give us a greater insight to their character motivations.

Vince reveals that he stole Emperor Maximilian's cannon. Now his reasoning for getting Jess Wade involved makes absolutely no sense. Vince says that one of their buddies got shot in the neck. So Jess would be framed, they put out his name and branded him so he'd have the matching scar. There are a lot of factors that would have to work in Vince's favor for this plan to work. You are more likely to die from a gunshot wound to the neck given the amount of blood vessels in that area and the lack of fat covering the area. To avoid death by blood loss, let alone infection since this is the late 1800s, you would need an act of God to help you.

Vince's plan only works because the writers says it does which leads to a lot of problems down the line. The biggest issue being that he expects everyone who sees the poster to immediately associate Jess' new scar with a gunshot wound. I know the scar is makeup and might not fully reflect the injury Jess is supposed to have, but if we're assuming what we see is what the characters see, I don't think they would see a branding scar and realistically think it's a gunshot wound. Again based on the setting, people should know what a gunshot wound would look like and how it would damage the surrounding skin. Even if they're not a doctor, they at least would have functional enough eyes to know the difference.

I love the scene of Jess taming the horse but man is it obvious at times that Elvis isn't actually riding it. However, him getting water from a muddy river is the scariest thing I've ever seen. Knowing that in real life, water like that would cause so many problems like cholera or dysentery, Jess probably is God for somehow not coming down with either of those illnesses. It's even worse when you notice that he wiped that same water on his wound. Granted a burn wound from a branding iron isn't exactly an open wound, but it still doesn't mean there's no chance of an infection. Unless the writers specifically wanted Jess to use dirty water to wipe his wounds, I would've changed how it was shot so the water didn't look obviously undrinkable.

Now what is absolutely amazing was the weather effects. Seeing Jess having to ride his horse while a dust storm is forming is incredible. I have no idea if they purposely created a dust storm or if the camera crew manage to capture the perfect moment. Either way it's nice to see that this was the real life middle of the desert as opposed to using a soundstage. Having that atmosphere really draws you into the movie. I almost wish it was filmed in that classic black in white film to really capture that old, gritty Western aesthetic.

I love Jess' relationship with Sheriff Ramsey. Even though we don't know the full details, you can tell there's some type of mentorship role involved. It's especially clear that the sheriff is meant to be a grounding figure in Jess' life given how they emphasize the numerous lectures he had to listen to. Even when the sheriff chews out Jess for getting involved with Vince again, he at least believes him when Jess said it wasn't his choice.

Now Jess' relationship with Tracy really falls flat for me. I don't even care that her nude scene is cut, they just have no chemistry. Tracy in general not trusting Jess despite kissing him makes no sense. Especially when she's going on about how Jess is worse than Vince when she doesn't even give him a chance to tell his side of things. It only makes her look flakey to have her chew Jess out and not trust him, only to give him a gun as a means of helping him. I know she's conflicted on what to believe, but it would be best to frame it as a conflict and not something she's so adamant about.

Billy Roy shows up at the saloon and I have no idea what to make of it. He acts all sinister with Marcie yet also acts like a complete ham with Jess. Everyone knows he's part of Vince's gang yet none of the men do anything about it. Tracy is the only one who outright confronts him about his presence being unwanted and Jess only gets involved when he's called out.

Sheriff Ramsey getting shot should've never happened. You mean to tell me there wasn't a single person in that saloon with a gun that could've done something? No one knows about Vince having the cannon so they should have no reason to be afraid. This is an example of an idiot plot where the plot only works because the writers purposely make everyone dumb or inactive. The men dragging Billy Roy to the jail shows just how easy it should be to deal with one person.

I have no idea why we're supposed to think Sheriff Ramsey's wounds are considered fatal. Perhaps it's because the visuals don't fully reflect the extent of his injuries since it's only makeup, but I don't think it was that bad. The "bullet wounds" to me doesn't indicate that he'll die from blood loss. If anything, he's more likely to die from the infections brought on by Opie trying to dig the bullets out.

Sheriff Ramsey swears Jess in as his deputy. The fact that there's multiple witnesses shows that this is official. Since Jess is now in charge what does he do? Actively passes out rifles to the business owners so they can protect their property. And to think most of the town doesn't trust him because he was part of Vince's gang. I can understand being wary of Jess, but once he's actively taking the time to ensure the town's safety, tensions should've gone down. Especially since literally anyone could verify with Sheriff Ramsey that he sworn Jess in himself.

It's now daybreak and we get an idea of how small Vince's gang really is. Unless there's a whole bunch of people offscreen, I can only count a total of less than 10 men including Vince and Billy Roy. Vince freaking out about his brother being gone and one of his guys saying "I didn't wanna wake youuuuu" is one of the funniest line deliveries in this movie. I can't take anything he does seriously because there's just a lot of mood whiplash between him slapping someone then immediately apologizing like nothing happened. Then again it's possible that Vince was purposely supposed to be this way as a way to showcase how scary he really is. That unlike Billy Roy, Vince is capable of having normal human emotions so showing that he's still willing to commit a significant amount of atrocities for money makes him even more dangerous.

Tracy sees Jess at the barber's shop and immediately scolds him for leaving Billy Roy unguarded and not having armed men on the roofs. I have no idea why Tracy genuinely thinks Jess is that stupid to leave Billy Roy alone and leave the rest of the town unarmed. I actually chuckled when she realized that she was wrong because it's hilarious how for someone who's supposed to love Jess, she has absolutely no faith in him.

Because this issue happens throughout the movie, I'm only going to mention it here to avoid repetition. Vince being allowed to ride freely in town is the most nonsensical thing I've ever seen. The townsfolk know that he's dangerous. There's a bunch of them and only one of him. Jess gave them guns for a reason so why aren't they using them? Unless Jess specifically gave them orders to not shoot unless fired at first, there shouldn't be anything stopping them.

The fact that he's even allowed to be in the jail shows just how unclear his status is in this town. His plan to turn that cannon onto the town if Billy Roy isn't set free only showcases that he shouldn't just be allowed to roam freely. So Jess makes the active decision to do absolutely nothing. Even if we're supposed to infer that he needs Vince alive, why couldn't he use his power as Deputy Sheriff to arrest him? He literally admitted in plain English that he's going to commit an act of terrorism against the town. I would think that is a big enough of a crime to put him in jail so he can't carry out that plan.

The Mexican Army arrives and Vince threatens to rat Jess out. Jess meanwhile, continues to do nothing but threaten him back into convincing them to leave. So Vince decides to lead the Mexican Army away from Jess by leading them right to a pass that results in them all getting blasted by a cannon fire. What's lost on me is that this whole scene was kept in despite being the most violent scene in the movie. I know that we needed to know why the Mexican Army just disappears but how can you claim to want a film that isn't very violent yet keep a scene that features a mass murder?

Meanwhile, absolutely nothing is being done to prepare for an evacuation. Sheriff Ramsey's the only one with sense by telling Jess to not be a coward and give into Vince's demands. It's funny how immediately after his wife is like "don't let my husband convince you to let him die because he can't be moved. Set Billy Roy free" as if that would solve everything. Vince turning the cannon onto the town already proved that he's someone who can't be reasoned with. There's absolutely no proof that simply letting his brother go would make him not attack the town. Evacuating the town is the easiest solution to have Jess not give in and let a potential terrorist get what he wants.

It's honestly incredible how Jess is the one who's blamed when Sheriff Ramsey is killed by falling debris, when Vince is right there in front of them. Vince is the one who can tell his men to not fire. Vince is the one who gave them the ultimatum to let Billy Roy go when his actions got the sheriff injured in the first place. But no it's all Jess' fault. If you're going to blame Jess for anything, blame him for not doing anything to stop Vince when he was well within his power as the Deputy Sheriff to do something.

Mrs. Ramsey bringing out the posters as if he's a liar the whole time is pointless. No one in the town except Sheriff Ramsey ever fully trusted him, so bringing out the poster doesn't change anything. If anything it should show how irrational she is from grief because she actually believes it to be true without questioning anything. Tracy even buys into this idea despite supposedly loving him that it makes me not care that she apologized. I feel nothing for their relationship because even though she kisses him, at the end of the day, she didn't have his back when he needed it.

Despite Jess being gone, Mrs. Ramsey still thinks he's a rat when the cannon still fires on the town. What makes it even worse is that, she herself says that Billy Roy being let go might result in the cannon fire ending. Meaning despite being so adamant that Jess should rot for not letting him go, even she isn't sure about it ending. And yet after all this cannon fire, no one leaves town. The amount inaction when there doesn't need to be is so baffling. Unless Vince somehow has invisible guards keeping everyone but Jess and Billy Roy in the town, there's no reason for them to still be there.

It's now night time and Jess has Billy Roy handcuffed around some tree branches. I love the amount of tension in this showdown. The look in Jess' eyes when he sees the cannon rolling down into Billy Roy is amazing acting. Even though the whole series of events that resulted in Billy Roy's death could've been executed better, it doesn't take away from the genuine look of helplessness on Jess' face. As soon as he took in what was happening, he knew there was nothing he can do to stop it. And he felt absolutely guilty about. It once again shows that just because Jess is this stoic character, he's not a man who is completely unable of expressing emotion.

As much as I understand people thinking it's weak for Vince to still be alive at the end of the movie, this was the best way to go. When you look at his relationship with his brother, you know that the worst thing you can do to him is to let him live. Forcing Vince to live with the guilt that his actions caused Billy Roy to die, would be an even better comeuppance than simply killing him. Plus Jess realistically still needs Vince alive so he can have his name cleared of all charges. Killing him wouldn't have helped him accomplish that. On the opposite side, I love how Vince curses out Jess Wade but when he sees the man right in front of him, he does nothing. It shows that Vince is so broken by this death, that killing Jess wouldn't have changed anything. It wouldn't have brought his brother back. So he gives up knowing he has nothing left to live for.

I don't like how the townsfolk all apologize because it feels forced. Mrs. Ramsey especially going as far as to kiss Jess leaves a bad taste in my mouth since she was the reason why everyone ganged up on Jess in the first place. Even Tracy's part feels forced because of how she didn't show a level of loyalty that would make a happy ending feel earned. At least Jess got to ride off into the proverbial sunset knowing his name will be cleared.

The sad thing about this movie is that it had a lot of chances to be good. The concept of a man having to clear his name over a crime he didn't commit is a classic story for a reason. The problem is that the path the writers chose to get there had more holes than the town Vince attacked. It's incredible how one little detail can result in so much chaos. I'm well aware that a novelization exists, but since it was released separately from the movie, I'm not including that in my opinion. To me, a novelization of a movie shouldn't have to make up for details that weren't included in the movie.

Despite all of my criticisms, I still give this movie an 8/10. Even though some of the acting is corny, Elvis' portrayal of Jess Wade is amazing. I know it's a common criticism that Elvis' acting was flat. That. Was. The. Point. Jess is meant to contrast the chaotic nature that is Vince and Billy Roy because he's a man that has done wrong in the past but now wants to better himself. So why do I think this movie failed compared to Elvis' more musical ones? It's because it's a victim of circumstances. Westerns have been done to death and Clint Eastwood was the biggest contemporary name in that genre since John Wayne. Even though Elvis did a great job, he just didn't stand a chance because the heart of what makes a good Western story was lost.

An: Thank you @xanatenshi for requesting this. I understand why he has a following since Elvis did a great job portraying him. If I didn't tag you and you left a note on my previous reviews, please let me know and I'll be sure to tag you for Jess Wade's rank and my next review announcement.

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noturlondonboy · 10 months ago

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No More Excuses//Katelena

Chapter 9: When It Rears Its Ugly Head

Pairing: Kate Bishop x Yelena Belova

Chapter Summary: The girls go see a movie and then head to a bar to just relax and enjoy each other’s company, but trouble arises when a toxic face from Kate’s past shows up.

A/N: I hope you hate this man as much as I do.

Chapter Warnings: alcohol, men being assholes, harassment, PTSD, trauma

Kate lets Yelena pick the movie when they shuffle into the first theater they can find, which happens to be small and vintage and ultimately adorable. She goes over the options for a small moment before excitedly beckoning to the reruns of Howl's Moving Castle, and Kate lights up with a grin at her decision. They get ridiculously cheap candy from the snack counter and scurry down the hallway.

Apparently Howl's Moving Castle had been on a list of Yelena's of things to watch because of her intermittent internet browsing, and Kate made a mental note to properly introduce her to Studio Ghibli later on.

The movie is an instant hit with Yelena, of course, who is so enthralled with the gorgeous art style and music that she doesn't even remember to touch the Reese's Pieces Kate convinced her to try. Here and there she mutters her thoughts, commenting on how sad it was that Sophie thought so little of herself, how much she adored Calcipher, how she thought that the rings were the most beautiful thing she had ever seen.

Kate probably didn't pay as much attention to the movie as she should have, but to be fair, she had seen it a million times and knew most of the lines anyway. She really only had eyes for Yelena; the way her nose scrunched when she smiled, the honey curls loose around her neck, the way the deep, sticky red of her lipstick moved with her mouth when she laughed and when she cried.

By the end of the movie, Yelena looks as if she's gone through the five stages of grief. Her cheeks are flushed and the tears, both genuine and from laughing, have smudged the corner of her eye makeup, which in Kate's opinion, only enhances it. The assassin is chatting Kate's ear off, who has to admit that her energy is the most addictive drug she's ever come in contact with.

"Kate Bishop!" Yelena yells for the millionth time as soon as they're outside the theater, hands grabbing her friend's arms and almost shaking her. "That was beautiful!" She bursts into a stream of excited rapid-fire Russian, her accent so thick that Kate thinks she could wrap herself in it and snuggle down for a night of listening to Yelena talk.

Yelena suddenly squeals and throws her arms around Kate's waist, lifting the archer off of her feet and spinning her around. "Kate Bishop, thank you thank you thank you!" She presses her lips to both of Kate's cheeks in swift kisses, her laughter and smile so contagious that Kate can't help but laugh along, even though her face is burning and her stomach is doing unsanctioned flips.

"Why are you thanking me?" Kate asks, her grin so wide her cheeks start to ache. She is still in Yelena's arms, the assassins grip strong and sure and oh-so warm. "You're the one who paid for the movie, Yelena."

"Yes, but I would not have ever gone to see it without you!" Yelena lets go of Kate to place her hands over her heart with a wistful sigh, her eyes closing. "Oh, Kate Bishop, I loved it so much."

Kate's heart is thudding against her chest, but she pushes it down and takes the blonde's hand. "I'm glad," she says softly.

Yelena's lips curl up at the corners, and the snow is still falling lightly out on the cold New York streets, a few flakes sticking to her dark lashes. "Me too."

There's another moment, then. Right there, just the two of them. Yelena knows, and is less afraid than she was even three hours ago, but it is heavy in her chest and she doesn't know if she can take the weight yet.

"Time for drinks, Kate Bishop?" she says coyly, raising an eyebrow. The air is crisp and wonderful in her lungs when she takes a deep breath, and it eases the squeeze on her heart.

Kate's grin is blinding, and she nods. "Absolutely."

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They end up walking until they find a cozy looking bar, and Kate holds the door open for Yelena before following in behind her. They are immediately enveloped in music that is somehow both quiet and loud but I still rather pleasant, the aroma of coffee and alcohol mixing together, and the glow from several assorted colors of fairy lights strung up in just about every inch of the place.

Kate whistles lowly, taking it in on a slow circle. "How have I never been to this place before now?" she mutters, finding herself falling in love with the establishment immediately. It's all one big, open space, with the bar against the back wall, each side wall full of different booths, tables, and variously decorated seating areas, and the rest of the floor appears to be where the dancing happens.

There seems to be only about two dozen people dancing, and only a couple of them are hammered enough to be throwing limbs around and grinding on each other. The rest are either slow dancing with their respective partner or friend, or letting themselves loosen up.

Yelena's grin is feral as she takes it all in, and when her eyes light upon Kate after a moment, the glow in them intensifies. The archer swallows, knowing her face is hot but not being able to do much about it.

"Hi there, ladies!" A deep voice calls out from somewhere to their right, and a tall, friendly looking man wearing entirely black with a safety vest appears from the crowd, walking towards them. "So sorry I didn't catch you at the door, but I'm the bouncer. Can I see some ID?"

Kate smiles apologetically and nods, digging through her wallet before handing her ID over. The guy looks it over for a moment and gives it back, then turns to Yelena. "And you, ma'am?"

Yelena doesn't move, and her voice is dry. "I called ahead. Fanny Longbottom."

Kate doesn't know how she keeps herself from choking on her own spit and laughing so hard she shits herself, but the bouncer looks over a list on his phone and confirms a few numbers with Yelena before letting them know they're good to go.

Yelena looks at Kate and notices the way she's barely holding herself together, and the assassin rolls her eyes. "Don't," she says in warning, her face grave but tone light. Kate wisely keeps her mouth shut.

They make their way to a booth where they have a clear view of the bar, dance floor, and both exits; Yelena tells Kate to sit while she grabs them drinks.

The archer settles into the booth and admires the leather upholstery, which is in much better shape than you would expect from a New York bar. The hanging light above the table is a warm orange, and Kate leans further into the cushion, looking forward to the rest of night.

That is, of course, until a figure appeared in front of the table, much too tall and masculine to be her Yelena.

"Hey there, Baby Girl."

Kate feels her stomach blanch, and she does her best to keep the anger from showing through her face as she slowly turns to face the man who spoke. He was tall and lean and had short cropped hair, and Kate could barely stop herself from kicking him between the legs.

"Connor." She grit her teeth tightly and sat up tall, not bothering to make her face look pleasant. "I hope you remember I still have a restraining order against you."

Connor laughs and dares to sit in the booth seat across from her, leaning back and folding his arms across his chest. In hindsight, Connor looks completely harmless. He's wearing a simple blue henley shirt and converse, his hair is well kept, and his smile is dorky. But his eyes hold a gleam that Kate had managed to forget, and seeing it light upon her again has her blood boiling.

"I figured since your MILF of a mommy is in prison, I might try to say hi again." He leans forward, his elbows bracing on the table as he gives a wink. "Without any money to pay the police, how are you supposed to keep a restraining order in the first place?"

Her tone is cold and sharp, and she knows he can see the fire in her eyes. The jab at Eleanor simmers in the back of her mind, and Kate pictures getting to throw him into a wall. "I'm still rich as hell, Connor, and I have more money than you'll ever make in a lifetime. Leave before I call my security in and get you arrested." Kate didn't have official security, but she knew Yelena could chop this man into pieces without breaking a sweat.

For a moment, he looks enraged at the comment on his financial situation, but Connor only laughs, and his lips twist into a cruel smirk. "Girly, we both know you don't have security." He's staring into her, gaze challenging and rotted, like he's trying to tear down her defenses and scare her into submission.

"Leave," she hisses, body shaking with the anger she wants to hit him with. It had been so long since she felt this way. So upset that she could burn the world down with it. So afraid she might kill someone in her frenzy.

"No." His answer is simple, and Kate feels her heart fall with a thud. She recalls the feel of his hands on her wrists, his words mocking and laughing when she tries to get away. He was detained before he could seriously hurt her, but she remembers.

Yelena appears, a full shot glass in both hands, her face stone cold and murderous. "Who the fuck are you?"

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an-au-blog · 1 year ago

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Just craving fluff and imagining College Au Shuggy celebrating the holidays by just doing very unchristmassy things together. They both seem like the type to like certain aspects of Christmas only to then be hit by waves of depression when the actual holiday arrives, so they just huddle under the covers together and watch Christmas classics such as “Die hard” or Gremlins together instead while eating Pizza and drinking eggnog till they can’t stand this stuff for another year. Buggy gives Shanks his gift at 2 am in the morning, an extremely ugly and old tacky sweater he found at a thrift shop a while ago. Shanks can immediately tell that it was cheap and Buggy most likely just went out and got him… SOMETHING, but also it’s hideous in a way he just adores and it has one of his favorite childhood cartoon characters on it and the fact alone Buggy went out and got him something is PERFECT and to Buggy’s horror that thing is gonna be his favorite sweater till the end of time. Buggy on the other hand suffers a mild mental breakdown and “Oh god I am the scum of the earth” reaction because Shanks actually went into a makeup store and got him an expensive eyeshadow Palette that Buggy has been eyeing for a while now. Kicker is Shanks didn’t even know that’s the Palette Buggy wanted, he legit just spent an hour in there with a picture of Buggy describing what Buggy looks for in makeup and what colors he likes and such and such and accidentally just landed on the correct one and rightfully deducted that he would probably like this one.

“WHY DID YOU GO AHEAD AND BUY ME THAT YOU HORRIBLE, UNFLASHY FANTASTIC BOYFRIEND?!” “I thought it would make you happy.” “IT WOULD IF I GOTTEN YOU ANYTHING GOOD AS WELL!! JUST A BED BATH AND BEYOND GIFTCARD WOULD HAVE BEEN WORSE!!” “Come on Buggy I love this thing-“ “THIS IS LIKE GIFT OF THE MAGI IF IT SUCKED EVEN MORE THAN IT ALREADY DOES!” “You could always kiss me to make up for it.” “I ALREADY DO THAT.” “Then let me kiss you… AND you’ll have to let me do it for the entire day without telling me I’m being sappy or disagreeing with me when I talk about how much I love you.” “…. Okay but you’re not allowed to say weird shit about my nose.” “…Can I kiss your nose?” “Ugh. I’ll allow it. But not in public!” “Deal. I won’t talk about how cute and kissable your nose is and I especially won’t talk about how cute and kissable it is in front of other people.” “YOU JUST- AUGH! You’re horrible! An absolutely awful boyfriend!” “Glad to have landed someone as amazing as you then.” “You-“ “Ah! We agreed on not disagreeing when I talk about how great you are!” “….fine.” “I love you... and I love how hard you blush when you can’t answer with a sassy comeback” “….mmmmnnnggghh!!! loveyoutoo.”

At first I was like "awww this is so adorable:')" but thwn I got to the dialogue part and went "ok, so we're assuming they're gonna get together, now are we ahahah"

I'm guessing you're the same anon who sent me a couple other college au asks - so first off: Thank you, you honestly keep me productive and remind me to finish this fic lol (since I named some of the others, maybe I can call you ogan - bc og anon or something idk, you can refuse or give me another nickname if you want...)

But also... have I given any indication that this will be a story with a happy end? Because, I've written ends with a doomed one sided love triangle, one of the main characters being hated by the love of their life and in a hospital, while the one the other was chasing rejected them indefinitely... it was my magnum opus for quite a while, so who's to say I'll give this one an ending like that?

I'm joking, I'm joking... or am I >;]]]

Anyway, I love the idea of them spending the holidays together! Buggy doesn't really have any close relatives to go to, all his friends went home, and thinks that Shanks is the same way, because why else would he stay behind with him?

Shanks is just so happy that he can finally be with his boyfriend. He makes hot cocoa (and it's horrible, but Buggy remakes it), he buys a cardboard cutout of a Christmas tree and they put stickers on it instead of decorations. At one point they start printing out memes and pictures of themselves and stick them on there as well. (Shanks secretly writes a wish, something cheesey like how he wants them to be like this for the rest of their lives, on the back of some of the photos)

In all reality, I believe that "Die Hard" and "Home Alone" (because these two franchises are basically the same, just one is kid coded lol) would be both Shanks and Buggy's favourites. I mean look at how they turned out ahahaha tho I must confess, I've never seen Gremlins, so I'll just trust you on that one':)

I also think thay Buggy would get horrible gifts very purposefully. Like he would look for hours to find the most raggedy and washed out looking sweater with the ugliest print of like... a green cow on red mars with a Christmas hat on both the cow and mars saying "moo-ry christmas" in comic sans or something horrifying like that. Like that one video of the guy who bought a card for the wrong occasion, for wrote a message to someone else and scratched out the name to look like it was a second hand card. I couldn't find the og video but I found this tiktok, hope it helps with the explanation.

In my mind Buggy thinks it's hilarious. Him and Shanks both love pranks and just jokes like this in general, so he would get it, right? Shanks liking it unironically wasn't in the plan. But then bad comes to worse and Shanks takes gift giving seriously - Buggy is caught off guard.

I love the image of Shanks standing in the cosmetics section of a big store that was one of the best according to google. He's just staring intensely, and color checking, and googling, and staring again - trying his best to remember everything Buggy had told him about make-up.

At some moment in the time he's searching, one of the workers there goes up to him to see if he needs help thinking "aw, poor lost man looking for something for his girlfriend, he looks like he needs help" and then Shanks shows her a picture of an honest to God clown going "I want the best for my boyfriend". And they have a little "This is your man?" "yeah" "Look at the picture" "that's mine :')" "and you're ok with this?" "imma stick beside him " moment. And then they just start looking together. Before they notice it's a whole horde of helpers and Shanks going all, "is that teal? I think he said he loves teal, but not one with glitter, wait, bring back the cherry red. Can you compare it to the sour cherry. Which one would match his lipstick best? This one's his favorite." and they're like a council, super invested at that point.

I also like to think that on new years eve, they're watching a marathon, and Buggy just falls asleep on Shanks's chest halfway through. He does that often and Shanks loves it. He doesn't even care that much that sometimes his make-up would be imprinted on his shirt .

Shanks showing love to Buggy's nose, despite his insecurities, makes me melt. (spoilers ig:) I was going to have a little dialogue/confrontation that portrayed that, but I was going to make it a "Shanks not caring about it and just acting like it's not there" thing, but him actually thinking it's cute and being all loving towards the one thing he's most insecure about is actually way better. I might utilize it later on lol :))

#shuggy #college au #shanks x buggy #buggy x shanks #answers #op

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cigarettesandinevitablebetrayal · 2 years ago

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Felix notices his boyfriend is spending a surprising amount of time around Nate. Old worries born from experience come rearing their ugly heads.

Rated T for suggestive content.

Other Tags: Established Relationship, Miscommunication, Secrets, Insecurity, Inferred Infidelity, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy End, & Idiots in Love.

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A smile as bright as the sun breaks across Felix's face as he catches the deep rumble of Julian's voice through the walls. He speaks so softly around Unit Bravo, a kindness on their enhanced senses, it sounds more like a soft humming than spoken word. Judging by the muffled quality and the timbre of the voice that answers, Julian is in the library with Nate. Felix can't quite make out what they're saying at the volume they're speaking, but it makes him happy all the same.

It takes all his self control not to physically skip down the hall towards the library, though there is a distinct bounce to his gait. Nate's laugh floats on the air, joined by Julian's a second later, and the sound sends warmth pouring through Felix's ribs. Julian had been so standoffish early on, so prickly and private, that Felix had worried he'd be the only one to chip away at the Detective's walls. He was glad to be proven wrong. Julian needs more friends and Unit Bravo needs someone to push them out of their comfort zones the way Julian always does.

As he approaches, he starts to make out what they're saying to each other.

"-sound ridiculous." Julian says with an amused groan. The lightness in his oaky voice makes Felix grin even wider. It's such a special contrast to the flat tone he uses almost everywhere else.

"Just keep practicing," Nate's tone is patience incarnate. There's a rustle of cloth, no doubt Nate putting a reassuring hand on Julian's shoulder. "You'll figure it out."

"I'm starting to fear my mouth just isn't made to do that."

Felix raises an eyebrow at the phrase, but pushes the door open nonetheless, a joke on the tip of his tongue. It dies shortly after he steps into the library.

Julian's dark eyes go wide and he hastily slams the book in front of him shut. "Felix!" He slides the book towards Nate with one hand, tapping him on the arm with the other. "I wasn't expecting you back so soon."

Felix's smile falls ever so slightly as he looks at Julian. There's surprise in the set of his jaw and panic in the quick rhythm of his heartbeat. Felix briefly glances at Nate as the older vampire collects the books in his arms and gets up to put them away.

"Patrol was a breeze today," he says with a shrug. "Whatcha up to, Jules?"

Julian catches the use of his nickname instead of his pet name immediately, judging by the stutter of his heart. Of course he does. The man may not have a vampire's senses, but sometimes he picks up on more than they do on good days. Too damn smart. "Oh, just some auxiliary studies on the supernatural. All boring things, I'm sure."

Luckily for Felix, Julian is still the worst liar he's ever known in both the Echo World and this one. He presses his lips together, leaning against the table as close to Julian as he can physically manage. It's one of the few times he doesn't have to look up at his boyfriend. "Uh-huh." He lets his skepticism infect the sound. If there's one thing Julian especially doesn't find boring, it's studying the supernatural. "Like what?"

Julian shrugs, his eyes glancing away for a split second. "Comparisons of the aerodynamics of supernaturals with flight capabilities." Felix blinks long and slow, watching as Julian runs a hand through his shaggy black curls. His shoulders are almost up to his ears.

He’d always thought it was funny that Julian had performed so well while undercover at the auction. He had acted out his role perfectly, walked into a room full of trappers and played them like fiddles, the perfect agent. More than Felix, Adam had been impressed with the performance. But when it comes to the little lies, Julian cracks like cheap paint on old plaster.

Things like whether he's worried or if he's having that damned Murphy nightmare again. He gets fidgety, looks askance, answers too quickly. He becomes a deer in headlights. Like right now, as he goes on about how odd it is that magic supersedes physics on occasion and whether or not that's due to something or other that Felix can't hold onto because he never has the patience for this sort of thing and now Julian has that shine in his dark eyes whenever he talks about something that excites him and Felix can't help the lazy smile that tugs at his lips.

Suddenly Julian trails off and his smile becomes more crooked. "I'm boring you, aren't I?"

"Me? Bored?" Felix says, pressing a hand to his chest. He blows out a sharp exhale. "No. Never with you, babe."

"Hmm." Julian turns to fully face Felix. He reaches out to trail his fingers over Felix's waist. Felix doesn't bother to fight the urge to give into the touch, letting himself be pulled closer until their knees are touching. "And that's exactly why you were making that glassy-eyed look you get whenever I lose your attention."

"Hey, you have my full attention," Felix protests. He leans further towards Julian, their faces so close their noses brush against each other. This close, even through Julian’s glasses, he can see the striations of lighter browns that keep Julian's eyes from being black discs.

The smile that breaks across Julian's face is enough to catch the breath in Felix's throat. He lets his fangs extend just enough to be visible as he bites his lip and, just like always, the resulting spike in Julian's breathing and heartbeat stokes a fire in his belly. Julian’s never said it aloud, but Felix suspects he has a thing for sharp teeth. After all, he’s seen the smile on that reporter, Bobby Marks. And Julian gets so damned turned on every time Felix pulls this trick.

One of Julian’s hands moves from Felix’s waist to trail across the line of his jaw. Felix shivers under the touch and takes in a shaky breath. “See,” he chuckles. “Full attention.”

“I don’t doubt it, corazón ,” Julian says. His fingers brush against the hair at the nape of Felix’s neck before pulling him closer. Felix melts into the kiss, moaning as Julian nibbles at his bottom lip.

Felix clambers up into Julian’s lap, moaning as Julian’s hand shifts from his waist to his ass, keeping him from slipping right off and onto the floor. Felix buries his hands in Julian’s soft curls, letting the dark strands tangle around his fingers, ignoring the way they almost tickle against his skin. The slight hint of sensory overload is well worth it for the feel of Julian’s hands on him and the taste of his lips.

“Jules,” Nate’s voice floats over from somewhere deep within the shelves. There’s a hint of reproach and no small amount of exhaustion. “Our agreement.”

Julian pulls back, his eyes closed, and he groans quietly. “Of course,” he tilts his head over to look in the direction of Nate’s voice. “Sorry, Nate.”

“Agreement?” Felix mouths, quirking an eyebrow.

Julian’s eyes turn back to him, an embarrassed flush creeping up his cheeks. “We should move this to one of the bedrooms.” Julian winces. “Or my apartment.”

“Babe, did you tell Natey we wouldn’t fool around in his precious library?” His voice breaks on the question, his giggling trampling over his attempt to be serious.

“You tore a book in half.”

“It ripped in half,” Felix argues.

Julian angles his face down, peering up at Felix through his thick lashes. There’s an edge of admonishment in the set of his jaw. “It was a two hundred year old copy.”

Felix rolls his lips together. This would have been an easy argument with Nate, one Felix has had before, but it’s impossible to have it with Julian. Especially when he really wants to continue their little moment. “Fine,” he grumbles. Then he smirks. “But why do we have to go all the way to your apartment? Your room is right down the hall.”

Julian’s tawny skin flushes even deeper, going red all the way up to his ears. “Fewer prying ears.”

Felix’s smirk broadens and he takes the shot. “What? Don’t want everyone else to hear how good I’m getting it?”

Felix isn’t sure he could get Julian to blush any harder if he tried. The man looks mortified enough to combust on the spot. Felix can’t help but chuckle, the sound turning into a full blown laugh as Julian presses his lips into a thin line and narrows his eyes. Months ago, that look would have made Felix nervous. Julian had been so intimidating in the early days. Now, it might as well just serve as a sign that he’s mildly annoyed and embarrassed.

So Felix leans in to nibble at Julian’s earlobe, breathing in the soft scent of his rose shampoo, and whispers, “Or maybe you don’t want anyone to hear how good you’re getting it.”

“Alright, enough,” Julian practically growls. There’s a shift in their weight and Felix almost yelps as Julian stands up quickly. Felix feels himself start to slip, but then Julian’s hands slip under his thighs, boosting him back up so he can lock his ankles around Julian’s hips. He laces his fingers together across Julian’s shoulders and stares down into those dark eyes. Felix swears he could fall into them some days.

He kisses Julian once, twice, laughing as the man doesn’t put him down. There’s a wicked edge to his smile now, one only reserved for when Felix gets himself in a particular kind of trouble. It makes his heart nearly hammer out of his chest and his knees go a little weak.

Julian still doesn’t let go as he walks them both towards the door out into the hall. He turns around, shouldering the door open with little effort.

“You’ve made your point,” Felix laughs.

“Perhaps.” Julian bobs his head a bit for emphasis. Then he lowers his voice to a husky whisper, just quiet enough that Felix is certain only he can hear it. “But I rather like where I have you now, corazón .” He smiles wolfishly, stealing another kiss.

Felix feels like he could burst into light and wind at the elation that pour from his heart out all the way to his extremities. A giggle bursts from his lips as he keeps kissing Julian, keeps teasing his fingers through Julian’s hair. He could stay like this forever, held in Julian’s embrace, feeling his steady heartbeat.

It's a small miracle that they only run into the wall once on the way to Julian’s room.

Julian has been hanging out with Nate more and more these days. Felix knows he shouldn’t be worried about it. If anything, it should make him excited. His family is beginning to really bond with his boyfriend. And Julian could use a family. It had certainly been a surprise how much he and Adam had warmed up to each other. They are like weird soulmates - both incredibly guarded, independent individuals who have poor social skills and yet they’ve still managed to develop a silent understanding and mutual respect. Their odd alliance doesn’t bother Felix.

Nate, however, worries him. Everyone likes Nate. Nate is approachable, easy-going, and charming. Humans swoon in the brilliance of his smile. But, more importantly, he’s smart. Smart in the way that Julian is: well-read and passionate about learning new things. Nate is quick to forgive Julian’s social indiscretions and Julian is quick to drag Nate along for lengthy discussions of magical theory and the like.

Felix never feels like he can quite keep up with them when they’re in the same room. Sure, he likes listening to Julian when he starts rattling on. His dark eyes light up and an easy smile works its way around his words and he looks less tired for a few moments. But Felix isn’t good at paying attention. And he’s never been good at studying. He gets too caught up in the gentle hum of Julian’s voice, too busy watching the way his expression opens up and sets alight with passion that’s so different from the type they share in moments of privacy.

Nate can meet that energy. The two can keep a conversation going for hours on end, trailing off in directions that Felix can’t follow. And now he finds them constantly in each other’s presence when he’s not around. He comes back from patrols to find them huddled in the library, whispering quietly over books that are cleared away quickly when he comes into the room. He catches them in the kitchen in the early morning, more whispers being exchanged over Julian’s breakfast.

Every time Felix comes across them, Nate finds something else to do elsewhere in the warehouse. Before he goes, Julian always throws him a grateful smile. It makes Felix so very nervous. There’s something going on between them, he just isn’t sure what. Realistically, he doesn’t think it’s anything to worry about. They’re both nerds. They both like the quiet. They just like each other’s company in a purely professional, academic way. Except that Julian dodges any questions about what they’re doing in a manner he’s learned can throw Felix off every time: talking about whatever new thing he’s learned or asking questions about the Echo world.

What if it is something more? Julian could just be sparing his feelings. Then again, Felix has never known Julian to spare anyone’s feelings. Julian, for the most part, says whatever he thinks or feels is relevant to the time, regardless of if it’s going to upset anyone. If there was something going on between Nate and Julian, Julian would likely let him know immediately. So what is going on that they have to keep so secret? It’s driving him to distraction.

Which is probably why when Adam throws a punch that is telegraphed like a glowing neon sign, Felix doesn’t manage to dodge out of the way. He stumbles back, swearing as the bruise blooms across his shoulder before beginning to fade away. Felix rubs his shoulder and looks up, “You’re pulling your punches.”

Adam frowns at him, crossing his arms over his chest. “A fact you should thank me for, otherwise you would be much more sore, given your current performance.”

“I’ve never had any complaints about my performance before,” Felix protests with a lazy smirk.

Quips have never put Adam off before, and they certainly don’t start now. He takes a step back and crosses his arms. “You’re distracted.” It’s half an admonishment, but more a statement of a fact.

Felix blows out a sharp exhale and rubs the back of his neck. “Yeah…I know.”

“I take it this has something to do with Julian.” Julian’s name makes its way easier onto Adam’s tongue these days. It sounds better than ‘Detective’ or 'Agent Mendez', anyway. It makes Felix smile despite the anxiety that currently gnaws at his stomach.

Felix glances away briefly before meeting Adam’s piercing gaze again. “It might have everything to do with Jules,” he admits.

There is the softest chuckle from Adam, a sound that could easily be missed if it wasn’t fairly quiet in the clearing, but it’s gone the next second. “It usually seems to with you.”

“Hey!” He’s not wrong, but Felix still feels a flush cross his cheeks. Adam’s not supposed to be the one who teases people around here. It has, however, become more common since he and Julian are thick as thieves. He’s picking up on Julian’s rare moments of biting wit. It’s not fair. “Jules is a bad influence on you,” Felix mutters with a pout.

“And here I thought you approved of my friendship with him,” Adam’s voice is an even monotone, but there’s a hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth. “Or so you’ve impressed upon Nate and Mason.”

“Snitches,” Felix mutters, but there’s no bite in the word. He sighs, letting the unusual melancholy take hold of his heart. “Do you think Jules is getting bored?”

Adam blinks owlishly at Felix. Some of the tension in his stance drops in his surprise. “Bored?” he repeats, as though he’s not catching what Felix is hinting at.

“Bored of me,” Felix clarifies. He wrings his wrists, shifting his weight from foot to foot just to disperse some of the nervous energy beginning to build under his skin.

Something flashes in Adam’s green eyes and he works his jaw a moment before saying, “Felix, you have, in your brief time with us, posited more than a fair share of absurd theories, but this is perhaps the most far-fetched.”

Felix offers a lopsided smirk, “You always were the king of backhanded compliments.”

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Adam takes a deep breath before opening his eyes once more and levels his gaze at Felix. “What has prompted this worry?"

Rubbing the back of his neck, Felix wonders how many times he can avoid Adam's gaze in the span of a conversation. The words catch on his tongue and teeth, hesitant to hit the air and become real rather than panicked speculation inside his head. But Adam isn't moving and the silence is stretching between them, so Felix takes a deep breath and lets the dam break. "Something's going on between Jules and Natey, but neither of them are talking about it. And they both have that whole 'knowledge is power' students of the world thing and Nate can sit still without making any noise, which has to be good for Jules because I know he's prone to being overstimulated and-"

"Felix!" It isn't a shout, but it's firm and commanding, much like Adam's hands on Felix's arms. Adam looks down at him, green eyes to gold, and Felix takes another deep breath to calm himself down.

"Sometimes I just don't know why Jules chose me," Felix admits. His voice comes out smaller than he expects and breaks on the last word. “Sometimes I’m afraid he’ll wonder about that, too.”

Adam lets go of Felix. He takes a step back and closes his eyes, sighing deeply as he crosses his arms. When he does open his eyes once again, Felix can swear there are more lines between his brows than before. If any vampire is to be the first to manifest a way for them to develop wrinkles, it’d be Adam without a doubt. “If this concerns you so, why not simply discuss it with Julian?”

“Because what if he doesn’t think about it until I bring it up?” Felix points out, throwing his arms out wide. “What if I am jumping to conclusions? What if talking to him makes him realize I’m right and he’d be happier with someone like Nate?”

Adam scrubs his hand over his face, something quiet and pensive working like gears behind his green eyes. He looks Felix over and says through gritted teeth, “You don’t need to worry about Julian and Nate.” He pauses, obviously hesitant to continue, but manages to say, “They are working together on a project Julian has planned with you in mind.”

Adam’s words wash over Felix like a bucket of ice water. He stands up a little straighter, his lips pulling into a hopeful smile, “Julian and Nate are planning a surprise for me? What is it? How long have you known?”

“I’m not indulging you any further on this,” Adam announces. He slips back into a defensive pose and waits.

Felix isn’t giving up just yet. “Please?” He bats his eyelashes for good measure.

“And suffer Julian’s disappointment for the foreseeable future?” Adam scoffs. “Absolutely not. You can wait patiently for when Julian is ready. Now, are we continuing our spar or not?”

Felix nods, shifting into a guarded pose, but he can’t help the smile that breaks on his face. Julian is planning a surprise for him. The thought makes excitement burn all the way from the top of his head to the tips of his toes. He could touch the sun if he wanted. All he has to do now is wait.

Waiting has never been one of Felix’s strengths.

Felix hears Julian swear quietly through the door as he knocks on the wood. He probably should have sent a heads up text before dropping by Julian’s apartment, but he’d been too excited and nervous to remember. Besides, Julian had said before that Felix is always welcome. The excuse of being able to have some actual privacy with his boyfriend is an added bonus.

There’s a sound of books and papers being shuffled around before familiar footsteps pad across the plush rugs on the floor. The door swings open and Julian straightens his perpetually crooked glasses, his lips pulling into a soft smile. “Good morning, corazón .” It hasn't been morning for hours, but Felix doesn't mention it. He's too distracted by Julian as he leans down to press a kiss to Felix’s forehead before he steps back, opening the door wider to invite Felix in. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

Felix has been in Julian’s apartment enough times by now that it’s no trouble to turn around and walk backwards towards the couch as he says, “Just thought I’d drop by to see you, babe.”

His foot catches on the leg of the coffee table and Felix flails a bit to right himself. His reflexes kick in and he pinwheels his arms a bit too fast, but he manages to stay upright. He throws the coffee table a quick frown. It's been shifted slightly since he was last here. He gives his shirt a gentle tug to straighten it back out.

Julian's eyes are on him, much to Felix's dismay. He always seems to be looking when a clumsy spell strikes. It's not fair. Julian presses his glasses further up his nose, only somewhat managing to hide the amused smile behind his hand.

"Well, it is an excellent day for it." Julian shuts the door gently behind him and makes his way over. "Adam informed me that I'm to take the day and, unless some terrible happenstance should occur, I've got no plans." He lets his fingers brush lightly across the back of Felix’s as he walks past and towards the kitchen. "I was planning on making chocolate chip pancakes. I know food isn't really something you enjoy, but would you like to try one?"

Felix trots after Julian, hopping up on one of the chairs at the breakfast nook, "Sure!"

He watches Julian as he works. Julian is always so meticulous in everything he does. Felix is never sure if it's actually more efficient to do things his way or if it's simply how Julian prefers things. He's careful not to clink any of the utensils up against the measuring cups or the mixing bowl as he portions out flour and other white powders Felix can't name. For a while, the cozy apartment is filled only with the soft sound of Julian's footsteps on the linoleum, the rhythmic clicking of his mechanical valve, and whatever tune he hums gently to himself.

“I thought pancakes are a breakfast food,” he says as Julian pulls out a frying pan from one of the cupboards.

“In some cultures,” Julian muses. “They’re savory in a lot of Asian cuisines but, yes, the ones I’m making are traditionally for breakfast.”

Felix eyes the digital clock on the stove, “It’s past noon.”

Julian scoffs. “Time is an arbitrary measurement created to better organize our experiences." When Felix is silent, Julian glances over his shoulder with a worried furrow in his brow. His cheeks flush and he looks away, like he always does when he feels he’s said something Felix might think is weird. He mumbles, “Maybe breakfast is a state of mind and I just felt like having pancakes.”

Felix chuckles at that, watching the red spread down the back of Julian’s neck. He hunches his shoulders a bit as he pours lumpy batter into the pan. Julian is always so fidgety about the things he says sometimes, eccentricities that he’s worked to avoid around others that come out naturally around Felix, but they make Felix smile. It makes Felix feel trusted. Like Julian feels safe enough in his presence to be more genuine.

That thought brings a modicum of sobriety back to Felix as he thinks on the last few weeks. He traces a crack in the countertop, rolling his lips as he deliberates over his conversation with Adam. It’s a risk. Experience has not been a kind teacher in circumstances like this. Then again, not mentioning it would be hiding a part of himself from Julian, and that worries him more. Julian’s perceptive enough to notice it sooner or later and there’s no telling if Felix will notice him noticing. The man can be so damn stoic sometimes.

"Hey, babe," Felix starts. He fiddles with his fingers a bit to keep in his seat. "Can I ask you something?"

“You know you can ask me anything,” Julian answers easily. He doesn’t even turn around.

He hesitates. He doesn’t want to lose this, doesn’t want Julian to wise up and realize he could be with someone calmer and quieter and more academic. No , he thinks to himself, courage. He takes a deep breath. “Why did you choose me?”

Julian’s hand slows as he wedges his spatula beneath the pancake in the pan. His posture shifts and Felix recognizes the drawn back shift of when something confuses Julian. He waits as patiently as he can. Then Julian turns off the stove, sets the spatula down, and turns around to face Felix. His brow is furrowed and his lips are pursed slightly. “How do you mean?” he asks slowly.

Felix rubs the back of his neck, wishing the weather was cool enough that he’d brought his hat. Fidgeting with it always made him feel more grounded, more relaxed, especially under Julian’s discerning eye. “Like us, you and me. Why did you choose this relationship?” he chances a glance at Julian, but quickly looks away. “You’re smart and talented and I know how people see me. I know I’m loud and immature and I get too personal too quick and I can’t sit still and I know that drives you crazy sometimes. And you could-”

Felix stops as Julian’s hands cup either side of his face. There’s something warm and soft and sad in his dark eyes. “Felix…” And Felix melts a little because Julian says his name like it carries all the weight in the world. “I didn’t choose you.”

Felix reels back a moment as worry snaps at his chest, “What?”

“Wait.” Julian reaches for Felix’s hand, taking it gently and running his thumb over Felix’s knuckles. He mutters something quietly in Spanish before looking up and saying, “Let me think how to phrase this.”

So Felix waits, as quietly and as still as he can manage, as Julian’s jaw works and his eyes unfocus. But he keeps touching Felix, lightly tracing unrecognizable shapes into the back of his hand.

Slowly, Julian says, “I didn’t choose you because loving you feels like breathing. Relationships have never been easy for me, Felix.” He gives a wince and Felix squeezes his fingers to keep him talking. “But you are…natural, to me.” Julian’s eyes narrow, but a small wondrous smile tugs at his lips. “I’ve never met anyone as honest or forthright as you. You are unapologetic about everything you think and feel and I have never felt like I can talk to anyone the way I talk to you.”

He finally looks back up at Felix. His eyes burn with certainty. “I didn’t choose you, because there was no choice to be made.” He pauses, freeing one of his hands to trail his fingertips across Felix’s cheekbone. “ I love you, Felix. You are like sunlight in my life. ”

“Ah, babe, that’s-” Felix stops short, eyes widening as Julian glances away sheepishly. “Say it again.”

Julian’s smile widens and he holds Felix’s gaze as he repeats himself. “ I love you. You are like sunlight in my life. ”

Felix hadn’t misheard. “You’re learning Echolian?” He practically breathes the question, wonder and delight sparking off like fireworks in his head.

“Nate is doing his best to teach me,” Julian admits, grimacing a little. “I may have underestimated how difficult it would be to learn a language with no sister languages on this plane. We’re making our way through common morphemes, but it’s easy enough to memorize simple phrases once you’ve learned basic phonological awareness.” He smiles softly as he shrugs. “It was meant to be a secret until I could at least keep up conversation.”

Felix blinks slowly at Julian, quickly reminding himself of his own journey learning English. He presses his lips together to keep from giggling. For someone so intelligent, Julian has such a knack for missing the most obvious of details. “Babe, it took me five years to become fluent in English, and I don’t have to sleep much. How long were you planning on hiding this?”

Julian tilts his head back and forth, wincing as an embarrassed blush creeps across his face. “The logistics of the plan might have been an oversight, I’ll admit.”

“Five years,” Felix presses, grinning ear to ear. “You were going to sneak around with Nate for five years?”

Julian throws up his arms, looking exasperated. “Alright, I might have gotten overexcited by the whole prospect! I wanted to do something romantic for you and, once I’d thought of it, I was too caught up in the idea to think it through. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” Felix leans forward to grab a little of Julian’s shirt, gently tugging him closer. “Say it again for me?”

Julian acquiesces, leaning over the breakfast bar until their noses are almost touching. “ I love you .” He tilts his head to steal a peck of a kiss. “ You are like sunlight in my life .”

Felix’s smile broadens so much, it almost hurts. “And you said you’re bad at poetry,” he teases.

Julian rolls his eyes, “I said I can’t write poetry, not that I can’t be poetic.”

Felix buries his hand in Julian’s curls and pulls him closer, capturing his lips in a deeper kiss. He can feel Julian smile against him and draws out a soft moan as Julian nips at his bottom lip. “ I’m so lucky to be loved by you, ” he murmurs, trailing kisses up Julian’s jaw.

Julian pulls back slightly, his laugh somewhere closer to a gasp. “I have no idea what that means.” Then his eyes shine with excitement. “But now, I suppose, you can help teach me. It’ll be such a privilege to learn from a native speaker!”

“Pancakes first,” Felix points out. “If you get distracted now, I’ll never know if they’re any good.”

Julian chuckles, pressing one last kiss to his nose, “Alright.” He turns back around, tossing the forgotten half-cooked pancake into the trash before starting over. Then he throws over his shoulder, as though it means nothing, “Oh, and I would tell you if your fidgeting ever bothered me. Just so you know.”

Felix’s jaw drops. “Adam told you that?”

“Of course,” Julian says in a matter-of-fact tone. “He was worried about you.” Then he continues, amusement clear in his voice. “And he wanted to assure me that he hadn’t spoiled the surprise, just in case you grew impatient.”

Felix leans his cheek on his hand with a sigh, “I knew it was bad news when you two started hanging out. Co-conspirators, that’s what you are.”

Julian laughs softly at that, the sound better than music to Felix’s ears. He lets a lazy smile tug at his lips as he watches Julian cook. He doesn’t feel compelled to fill the silence any further. The slow, gentle swing of one foot is the only movement he makes. Felix doesn’t normally like the quiet but, with moments like this, he thinks he could at least begin to appreciate it.

#cigs writes #fic: julian #ship: paper planes and charcoal stains #twc fic #twc detective #f hauville #Crossposting this here at last

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spacerangersam · 1 year ago

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Hello! Could you give me your personal thoughts/criticisms of each of the Button House ghosts' (from BBC Ghosts) costumes/outfits in detail please? Thanks!!

I feel like I should say, I don’t have a problem with most of the ghosts’ costumes.

Julian’s is fine, I like the garters and the the fact that he’s wearing a striped pale blue shirt and a patterned tie rather than a plain white shirt and a plain red tie. I don’t like what happened to his hair over the course of the series, but I mean, the outfit itself is good.

Pat’s is great - I like his concept/piolet design just a little bit more just because of the green shorts and the rope thing he has around him which is an interesting little accessory - but otherwise, no notes, it’s a scoutmaster uniform, and the aviators are nice. Captain is also fine, I mean, they couldn’t really have mucked up his costume if they’d tried since he’s in a ww2 captains uniform, but point still stands. Robin is fine, it’s fur, it works, Mary’s is also quite nice, I like that’s it’s bright and colourful, and Humphrey's outfit is great, it really stands out against the other costumes because of how bright and bulky it is, and I'm glad they committed to the ruffle.

I legitimately love Annie’s outfit, the cap with the frills, the big fancy collar with the little details - it’s fairly simple but it looks great - Sophie knocks it out of the park with every outfit she wears, they’re all so beautiful, and Isabelle/Francis/Thomas’ outfits are all amazing (I have a soft spot for regency fashion tbh, and for Isabelle’s dress in particularly as a lover of green). The only thing I wish was that Thomas had kept the riding boots (I’m pretty sure he’s wearing them to the party) and the coat he wore to the party. But I also understand why both came off, I just thought they looked nice.

Really, my problem is just with Fanny and Kitty’s outfits.

I don’t know why, but Kitty’s outfit looks a bit cheap to me? I can’t explain it, maybe it’s the material used or something, but it does, and I really don’t like the dark colour scheme. A lot of the dresses I’ve seen from that era have a bit of a lighter colour scheme (though obviously not all of them do), and I really think a lighter colour scheme would really make her pop. I mean, the other dresses she wears in flashbacks, while still a bit cheap looking, are so much prettier and do suit her so much better. The pink one, the blue one - she looks so lovely in them, and it’s a shame she didn’t get to have one of those as her death outfit.

And Fanny’s outfit… God, I have a soft spot for Edwardian fashion too, and Fanny’s outfit is just so bad. Ignoring the fact that she dies at night so should be in her pyjamas, she has the wrong silhouette, her hair isn’t quite right either, not exactly the Gibson do it should be, I hate the colour, and putting aside historical accuracy, I just hate the dress, I think it’s fucking ugly asdfgh. When I think of the Edwardian era, I think of those beautifully intricate white blouses and long white dresses, and I wish they’d put Fanny in one of those. She would have looked so much nicer, and not as if she (or one of her servants more like) accidentally put in a black sock with her washing and fucked up the colour.

Like, I know they call her The Grey Lady, but I wish they’d let her wear white. They could’ve called her the lady in white, or the white lady, it would’ve been fine. If they wanted her to looked stuffy and old-fashioned, there were other ways to do it than giving her an ugly outfit that does not look like it should be worn by a Lady of the house. They could have given her a more Victorian-style dress or something, one that’s a bit outdated and shows how she’s still stuck in her ways. Just anything but that dress. Hell, they could’ve kept some of the grey by giving her a white blouse and a long grey skirt, that would’ve worked fine.

I wish I could like, show some examples but my internet is playing up and any time i try to click on a website it just reloads the page so...

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armpirate · 1 year ago

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UNDER HIS SKIN || JJK || Ch. 36

Pairings: tattoist!jk x fem!reader

Genre: smut, angst, friends to lovers, tattoo au, virgin reader.

Summary: They say there are two versions for every story, and it's important to hear both of them. Everybody is hearing your side of the story, but it's just fair to get to know his.

After breaking up with his girlfriend, the only thing he wanted was to have fun with no attachment. You wanted to get rid of your virginity, and he wanted to tick you off his list. What he didn't expect was getting so emotionally attached to you that he would regret the deal.

Previous || Next

MASTERLIST

Aprox. time of reading: 9 minutes

I look at Mark, confused as to why he stopped in the jewelry section, when we came here to buy a jacket instead. Cheap leather jackets are a pain in the ass exactly because of that, they get so easily wasted after a few days of wearing them, and then you have to end up buying a new one anyway -it looks ugly as hell whenever the whole leatherette starts raising, and the fabric behind it is visible.

I support half of my body on the crystal counter, looking at the several rings he's looking at. I didn't know he had a thing for them.

He suddenly stops at the engagement rings displayed on one side, and I instantly frown while I look down at them. As if everything made sense all of a sudden, I look up at him surprised, smiling mischievously, before I hit his side with my elbow.

—No shit...

—Shit —he nods.

I can't help but jump slightly, hitting his arm again. And while I think that will be all, I end up hugging him tight. It's not like it's something unexpected, they've been together for a long time, but it feels great that they've reached that stability they wanted in life before taking such a step.

—I'm so glad for you two —I pat his back—. So that's why you wanted me to come and help you pick a jacket?

—Soo is your sister, you might know what she'd prefer.

—She's your girlfriend, and you two live together. I bet you know what she wants more than me —I assure him.

—So you aren't going to be of help... —Mark concludes.

—Trust your own guts, and you'll be fine.

Without saying anything else, Mark just lets his eyes go blank, turning back to the rings displayed on the counter. Not even a minute later, a middle-aged woman appears in front of him, placing the rebel hairs that escape her ponytail while she speaks.

I don't know what they talk about, because I completely disconnect from the conversation without being aware.

I move around the counter, checking out the bracelets and necklaces displayed, finding some of them a bit too much. Especially one that has a gemstone the size of a tangerine as a pendant. Who the fuck wears that without dislocating their necks?

I'm almost going to go back to Mark's side, until one of the necklaces gets my attention. It's placed in one of the upper corners of the counter, almost hidden from sight if you don't look at it carefully. The pendant is small, but has several details that make me raise my hand and compare it to one of my tattoos. The shape is pretty similar to the snake design Y/n loves so much.

Aware of my attention, the other woman who was resting her back at the other side of the counter, also comes to me.

—May I help you?

—How much is it? —I point to the necklace.

—Two ninety-nine —she informs me—. It's one of the newest pieces. Made with solid rich nine carat white gold.

As she gave all those details, she moved the necklace from the counter, placing it in four of her fingers to display it directly for me. Although I'd love to see Y/n wearing this, three hundred bucks is too much money.

—And how much would it be if I only took the pendant?

—Two hundred.

I twist my lips, trying to think whether that is a good deal or not. While I still think it's expensive, I can't control my voice saying that I take it with a cheering tone. I just know she'll love it as soon as she sees it, and the perfect way I can picture her smile going wider is the biggest motivation that leads to my impulses right now.

—Is that for your girlfriend? —Mark starts teasing me, thinking I'll just play around.

—Yes —I answer, eyes still fixed on the way the woman is packing the pendant in a small blue velvet box.

I play with his confusion and silence to my advantage, turning to him and changing the topic as fast as I'm able to.

—Did you already pick a ring?

—Yep —he smiles proudly.

He raises the red box to his face level, opening it carefully to show off the ring inside of it. Although, when I turn my eyes a bit to the left, I can tell Soo will love it just by the way he looks so excited about it.

After that long break, we both are back at the studio. Although there isn't much to do -Mark made sure of it to be able to leave and buy the ring with no worries-, which leads to me focusing on designs and half-made drawings that I need to finish.

I opened one of the cabinets, looking for the colored pencils to finalize one of the details on the future tattooed lion, although a silent jingle gets my attention faster than the white old tiny box.

I don't remember when I left this chain here. To be honest, I thought Taehyung lost it one of the times he got something borrowed from me. But I guess I took it off one of the times I was bothered by the smallest accessory while working.

I roll the chair over to the place where my denim jacket is hanging, taking out the box again to compare the color of the golden pendant with the silver tone of the steel chain.

Now. Now the gift looks perfect.

The rest of the day goes by pretty fast, until Tae and Jimin show up with weird smiles that promise anything but good things. There's no reason for them to behave like this, they just thought it'd be nice to meet up and go out for some drinks, although -as usual- it always ends up with Jimin daring me to drink more than him.

And yep, it ends... in a way it's supposed to end when you drink way too much while pushing your limits.

Unlike us, Tae takes the responsible role for tonight, only cheering for us -knowing damn well he'll be the one looking after us once we're done emptying the alcohol bottles here.

—Should we play something? —Jimin suggests.

—Play something? —Tae arches his eyebrows— The only thing you should be playing with right now is your bed. And Jungkook, too. You barely can't keep your head straight.

Trying to show me, Taehyung pushed my arm, moving my palm suddenly and making my head go all the way to the front. I probably would've ended up hitting the table with it if his palm hadn't avoided it.

Since when does my head weigh so much?

—Don't play the adult with us, you can't even keep a girl around longer than a week —Jimin teases him, dragging every word that comes out of his mouth.

—You have a girlfriend, and look at you. It's taking you a sigh not to throw up all over the table right now —Tae replies back—. Besides, I don't keep a girl because I don't want to, not because I can't do it. Having a girlfriend is too complicated, look at him —he points at me.

—What? —I raise my head— What about me?

—Nothing, Kook. You're doing great —Jimin pats my back.

—I can keep a girl —I point at myself—. You're just jealous because you can't have a woman like my Y/n —I close my eyes, smiling big just by remembering her.

My smile suddenly drops when both of them pretend to gag and throw up when I say that, making me stand up almost immediately to confront them.

—Do you have any problems?

Both of them shake their heads and deny it at the same time, pushing my body back down again to make me sit on my chair.

—Guys, it's not important if Tae can't keep a girl, or Jungkook is so clingy that's disgusting —both of us look at him, offended by his comment, but he still goes on:—, what's important is how strong our friendship is. We've known each other for a long while, and here we are still. I love you, guys, so much.

—Then I'm the disgusting one...

My comment is fast followed by a quick slap on the side of my neck, making me turn to Jimin to find him frowning, just to go back to smiling again.

Two hours later, and just like his role was meant to, Tae calls a cab that will take us back home. I'm the last one to be dropped off at home, because my house is the furthest from the pub we went to tonight.

It takes me forever to get to my couch, as if the sofa was kilometers away from the entrance door and the floor kept moving by itself from one place to the other, I'm unable to control the weight of my body, because it falls over it lazily. And I don't really want to move it. Until I remember Y/n asked me to tell her when I got home, so she'd be able to go to sleep knowing I'm not lost in the middle of New York by myself.

I raise my arm, enough so the upper part of my body is caught by the camera, and I pose for her, sending her a flying kiss that I know she will most definitely love when she sees it. Not even checking the picture, I get ready to send it along with a text that lets her know I'm okay.

Me: I'm home

Cocktease: Tell me you didn't drive

Me: I didnt. Tae called a cab

I can't go to sleep without hearing her voice though. Seeing that it takes her a while to type what she wants to say, I directly start a call.

—Cocktease, I'm rensponsinble. Wait... Responsible —I'm not really sure if I had pronounced it right anyway, but I let it go.

—You're so wasted —I hear her cackle.

—Could be —my head nods—. Remind me not to hang out with Jimin ever again —I mumble—. He's an awful influence.

—Says the good boy that has done nothing wrong in his life —she uses the teasing note I like so much.

—I've done a lot of wrong things to you, and you've loved every single one of them —saying that phrase takes me more than it was first intended to, but I know it'll have the effect I want it to have—. Were you waiting for me? It's too late.

—Yeah, but I couldn't sleep either. It's alright —she sighs.

—Go to sleep, babe —I encourage her—. You need to get some rest.

I hear her whine, and I know she's battling herself not to go to sleep right now.

—Fine —she whispers—. We'll talk tomorrow.

—Yup —I nod up and down, marking the movement as if she were seeing me right now—. Sarangee.

My Korean is better the more alcohol I drink, that's for sure...

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After spending the day working in the studio, Tae comes around to get a snack before I leave to pick Y/n up. It's not a wild meeting. At least not like the one we had last night. We just meet up to eat something, and talk randomly about what we've done today, and how I managed to come to work, although my head didn't belong to my body at times -or, at least, that's what I wished throughout the shift.

—Are you seeing Y/n today? —he mentions.

—Yeah, I should be picking her up in thirty minutes —I look at the time on my phone.

—So, she's your girlfriend already?

—Something like that —I shrug.

Tae doesn't need to say anything, it's enough with the way he's looking at me, tilting his eyebrow while waiting for me to explain it better.

—We're exclusive, but we're testing the waters.

—Do you two really need to test the waters at this point? —he scoffs— It's okay, anyway. I'm glad you're taking things easy. You usually go from 0 to 100 quite fast.

—It's not that I don't want to —I admit—. But she needs time. And I respect that. I know what she feels, and that's the only thing that matters.

—What about the necklace you told us about last night? Will you give it to her now? —he asks.

—Yeah, she'll love it —I smile big, moving my hand over my leg—. Watch.

But when I dig in the pocket of my jacket, there's nothing in there. I throw my head back, exasperated at myself when I remember that I took the box out, and it's probably still in the studio.

I leave the bar, getting on my motorbike to drive back to the studio and pick the necklace before I pick her up. Checking it out, I make sure it looks good inside the box before I sneak it in the pocket again, driving to her workplace this time.

Everything goes as usual though. I drive among the cars, to jump straight to the front of the traffic light, and it's even easier when I get to a street where there's barely any cars around.

The calmness disappears fast, and then comes back again, and stays with me when everything goes black after I've felt my body being pushed abruptly.

#fanfic #ff #jungkook #jeon jungkook #jungkookxreader #jk #bts #wattpad #kookie #smut #jungkook smut #tattoistjk #tattooau #jungkook pov #Under His Skin #reader insert #armpirate

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deoxygenated · 2 years ago

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first part of the dream was about having this huge house where every room was almost its own suite and there were a lot of rooms.

I was offering shelter to a girl and her cat and had to lead her past several rooms until I found one that was just up the stairs.

Opening the door, the room was filled with old furniture and 2 stray cats. We rearranged the old penny coloured couch so there would be somewhere to sleep. and surprisingly her cat and the other 2 got on like instantly. So I wished her good night and closed the door.

The second part was tangentially connected. Instead of the guy offering shelter, I was a fighter of sorts.

This guy had sworn to kill me but the fighting androids he had working under him didn't want to fight me really. One did but he was like pragmatic about it.

"One of you has to die in the ring then. That's the only way this feud will be called off- one must die in the ring." I told them. The older android nodded his head solemnly while one of the other two looked a little curious.

I could tell she was going to manipulate this in her favour, in a way I hoped I also wanted.

We depart to make preparations for the fight. The main arena is a maintained but somewhat dilapidated underground theatre turned into a battleground. It's hidden beneath this huge maze of a flea market where people will sell anything.

The next day I'm walking around with some of my associates- those who are starting the trouble I'm in a feud over. Two freshly turned vampires. I have to keep them distracted with conversation and moving through the crowd lest they accidentally latch onto a target.

They both pause a second, staring at some tile silhouettes of people. Why do those look so good? They wonder.

I'm glad it's not real people but I can tell its getting close. We have to hurry.

"C'mon the communist fighting ring is the only place I know that offers the services you need." I picture their paper trifold menu in my head and salivate. "They also have really fucking good lemonade."

The two vampires perk up and follow me. We walk into a both made of those cheap wire cubes that clip together at the corners with plastic. The owner has them arranged as the flat walls and ceilings of his place. From which hang a thousand varieties of hats.

He knows me and knows I'm headed for the arena entrance but I stop and make a request of him first.

Hat shop guy smiles toothily as I hand over a wad of cash. He leads us past his ugly flame printed headbands section to push through a door hiding behind some of his backstock. We're lead into a secret covered courtyard where there seems to be several chairs with straps and stools placed at the side.

Two are in use from the noises we can hear, though privacy veils are set up.

He gets his grunts to pull a body bag from a compartment on the roof of his shop. They unzip it and strap the corpse on the chair. Veils are set up and an extra stool is provided for the second vampire with me.

They go and feed.

"Hey."

Hat shop guy, his grunts, and I snap toward the voice instantly. Another booth owner is leaning by the door. He wants a bribe to keep quiet about all this.

We're not sure how he got here and it'd be suspicious to start 'disappearing' other workers here. However we're not left with much choice when one of the vampires that were in here earlier walks out. She's topless, her t-shirt and bra just stuffed hanging out of the back pocket of her jeans. And blood is obviously around her mouth and dripping down her breasts.

"I'm trying to eat in peace here. But I wouldn't mind something... fresher."

The hat guy shrugs with a wide grind and gestures. His grunts move in to get the guy. Anything for a customer.

I wake up.

#dreams

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infriga · 3 years ago

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I think you've answered questions like this before, but oh well; I'm asking anyway. What program(s) do you use when creating your art, and if/when you do traditional art, what do you prefer? Also, beyond the creators of various manga and cartoons, who are the artists inspiring you? I quite enjoy both your art and writing whenever I come across it, and I hope you enjoy it, too.

I tend to use Photoshop or Clip studio paint. Clip studio paint is cheap but has most of the functionality that Photoshop has, and has a lot of great brush options. With Photoshop it was the first digital art program I ever learned to use, and nowadays I like to use it because 1) I know it so well that it increases my workflow dramatically when I use it, and 2) there are a few features that it has which other art studios don't yet, mainly because they're more used for photo editing, but I find they can be quite useful for art as well depending on how you use them. Also it allows Filter Forge to be used as a plugin, and Filter Forge is my life blood lol. FF can be used as a standalone program, but the plugin version makes it way easier to use and way less of a pain in the ass since I don't have to switch between programs.

But in general unless you aren't worried about cost I recommend either sticking with CSP, or pirating Photoshop because even with a student or photography plan it's a bit of a money drain, and pirated copies aren't hard to get.

With traditional art, I usually stick to pencil and paper. I've tried all sorts of mediums and tools, but in the end I always come back to sketches. Maybe it's because I have shakey hands lol, but if I ever want to line and colour a sketch I just scan it and do it digitally. Aside from pencil I think my favourite traditional art to do was probably using copic markers. They're expensive though lol.

Hmm... As far as artists that inspire me outside of manga and cartoons, I don't know if it counts since it's from a game, but I absolutely love all the art in the Dishonored series.

Examples of some of my favourites by Piotr Jabłoński:

I love how atmospheric they are, and how they put across such a distinct feeling of awe and dread. I also like how he utilizes detail and lighting and texture to draw your attention to certain parts of the pictures and make stuff stand out.

And here are some of my favourites by Veronique Meignaud:

The use of colours is absolutely stunning, and it fits so well with the otherworldly feeling of Delilah and her magic. They also this manic energy to them that I love.

Some favourites by Sergey Kolesov:

His character portraits are great too. He's good at utilizing both atmosphere and colour depending on the setting and context, and he manages to capture really intense feelings regardless of how detailed or abstract he goes. He has a great range.

And last but not least there's Cedric Peyravernay:

He manages to pack so much character into his character designs and portraits, even just for random NPCs. He's also not afraid to draw ugly things and ugly people, which I mean in a good way. His art very much centers around capturing what makes his character designs feel distinct and full of personality, and it helps the games art style age really well.

This turned into me fanning over the Dishonored art but that was the first thing that came to mind when trying to think of art that inspires me. There are also plenty of people on tumblr and other sites whose art inspires me, but if I listed them all we'd be here all day lol.

Thanks so much for the ask! I'm really glad you like my stuff! 🥰🥰🥰

#Reply #Art #Dishonored #Might as well tag it lol #Their other works outside of Dishonored are great too I recommend checking them out on artstation!

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hotdamnhunnam · 4 years ago

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Hi, I haven't seen any request with Raleigh Becket, so him with🥶,☕,😚(kiss). (Also I'm sorry I barely ever request anything and I suck at picking characters and emojis or prompts). Hope you won't have much trouble with this.

Thanks for your request for my Emoji Fic Fest! No need to apologize at all, this is great lol, and I’m glad to have gotten a Raleigh request! 💗

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Iced Coffee Kisses

Pairing: Raleigh Becket x F!Reader Warnings: smut, swearing, Raleigh crushing on a girl & being the awkwardest turtle in the world Word Count: ~1.2k Emoji Prompt: 🥶☕️😚 (key words are in bold)

It’s fucking cold.

The frigid air bites through his coat as falling snow dampens his hair to darker gold. He really isn’t one to bitch about conditions, but he shouldn’t even be in this position. Though his shift is done, the officer in charge is in the middle of some speech, some protocol he needs to teach, and he wants everyone to listen. Raleigh Becket is a good boy so of course he feels compelled to do as told.

There’s a completely selfless reason as to why he’s fucking miffed: he picked up coffee for somebody at the tail end of his shift. It’s in a little paper cup with a cheap plastic lid, and cooling off with every passing minute. He’d have just gotten a new one, when this stupid speech is done—but as the officer goes on and on and on, it’s getting late and Raleigh knows, by now the cafeteria is fucking closed.

When he’s at last released he hurries to the dormitory halls—toward your room—rushing as briskly as he can without the risk of spilling cooled off coffee all over his balls. From all the cold his crotch is numb, so if this drink splashed from the cup and stained his pants he probably wouldn’t even feel a thing at all.

Maybe it’s good if his dick’s broken ‘cause whenever he gets close to you it tends to want to stand up stiff and tall.

When he arrives and softly knocks his frostbit knuckles on the closed door of your dorm… for the first time all day he finally feels warm.

Warm turns to hot now as the door swings open, and you’re wearing your pink panda bear pajamas just as he was hoping. Or not hoping, to be more precise—he always loves to see you looking so damn cute, till he reminds himself it’s rude, and has to turn away his eyes.

The pink of your pajamas pales against the rosy petals of his lips. He’s just a friend but times like this you wish that he would fucking grab you by the hips… slam you against the wall and claim your ass as his, with a big fat passionate kiss…

Of course that isn’t what he does. At least not yet. He’s still the same virtuous golden boy he always was, even more bashful and respectful now than back when you first met.

“Hey!” he greets you with a goofy smile as he holds the coffee up, big hand wrapped tight around the small white cup. “I, uh—I know you said that you’d be working on that huge project all day, most likely staying up all night. Figured some coffee couldn’t hurt, right?”

Beam at him sunshiney bright. “Aw, that’s so sweet of you!” I seriously love you.

“It’s… it’s more like iced, I guess,” he tells you with a grimace. “Got held up but tried my best.”

“I love iced coffee,” you reply honestly. “Thanks so much Raleigh, this—this is really sweet.”

You take the cup he came to offer you and all you feel is heat.

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“I like your dorm.”

He instantly regrets that you invited him inside ‘cause now he’s sitting here beside you on your bed and starts to squirm. He’s saying stupid shit and finds his mouth is spouting off impulsively before the thoughts can form. “It’s… really warm.”

You don’t want him to feel embarrassed or ashamed, but seeing him all shy and awkward is so cute you can’t be blamed. Your tone is playful and indulgent and you hope he knows that you don’t mean to mock him. You just really want to fuck him. “Leigh, you do know that our rooms are all the same?”

The only person in the world who gets to call him by a girl’s name.

Rolls his eyes, hoping you don’t notice the bulge between his thighs. “Obviously. But the, uh—pictures you’ve put up are really lovely.”

Gestures at the walls. You’ve been meaning to decorate a bit more but you’ve not gotten around to it at all. There are, like, two photos hung up but otherwise you can’t deny your room is ugly. Even more so when in contrast to the sheer beauty of godly golden Raleigh.

Though he knows your bed is just the same as everybody else’s, he can’t help but feel it’s extra fucking comfy. He feels home here on your mattress. Warm and fluffy. “How’s the coffee?”

“It’s… it’s iced,” you answer with a tender smile as you take another sip, lick the cool liquid off your lip. Shift closer toward him on the bed. “But like I said—I really like it iced. It’s nice.”

“I like your eyes.”

Dude, what the fuck. He wants to hide under a rock. There’s not a rock in sight though so the poor guy’s out of luck. He wants to run but he’s forgotten how to even fucking walk. You touch his forearm through his coat and it’s as if you touched his motherfucking cock.

“I like yours too. They’re really blue,” you coo, sweeping a tuft of snow-kissed gold off to the side so you can see his blushing face in fuller view. “Leigh, you do know I’m really into you?”

He swallows hard and doesn’t think he’ll make it through, if you continue. He’ll combust to fucking pieces if it’s true. “…Into?”

You nod and set the nearly empty cup of coffee on the nightstand, freeing both your hands. “I’m really not that subtle with my hints to you.”

“What hints?” This blonde buffoon is seriously sitting here without a fucking clue.

Even that one time when you literally asked Raleigh if he wanted to take you on a date he thought you meant as friends or something and he still wasn’t convinced.

Leigh sees you as some kind of Disney princess way beyond his league—your bravery and brains and beauty make him weak—he doesn’t have a clue that he’s your fucking prince.

So you decide your hints are gonna have to get a little bold. “You know the coffee that you brought may have been cold… but you’re still super fucking hot.” You watch his eyes widen to take in what you’ve told. Whether he finds himself believing it or not. “Believe me, Leigh—I like you, like, a lot. I think about you every fucking night and get off on the thought.”

Oh my God what the fucking what. Now any chance he had at answering coherently is shot. He fumbles frantically for words and gives you what little he’s got. “I do… I do that when I think about you too?”

He says it like a question as if there was any doubt that you already knew.

“I know you do,” you purr. Lean in to finally kiss him hungrily and hotly—then shift suddenly—down to your knees before him on the floor. You love his kisses but you’d love to kiss him elsewhere even more. “You know I never thanked you properly, for that lovely iced coffee that you got me… thankfully that is exactly what this slutty little mouth of mine is for.”

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one-boring-person · 4 years ago

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Requested by: @phantomshadow13

I'm sorry it's a bit short, but I hope you like it!😊💛

Keep It.

John Rambo (Rambo II/III) x reader

Warnings: very vague female nudity

Context: I've set this just after the second movie, with the idea that the reader and John worked together during the events of said movie, and have shacked up in an inn type thing somewhere for a little while

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By the time I'm finished in the bathroom, John is already sat on the edge of the small bed, tracing over the healing scars on his hands and arms, head tilted in quiet contemplation. His hair hangs into his face, no longer held back by the filthy strip of cloth he used before, shielding his expression from my view as I go further into the dingy little room, heading straight for the battered vanity table. Looking into the cracked mirror, I run a finger over the ugly scar twisting along the line of my jaw, grimacing at the mark.

Sighing, I step away and strip off, taking up a nearby tank top and pulling it on over my bruised body, donning my underwear once more as I comb my fingers through my knotted hair, glad that I managed to get it clean again. I grunt in frustration as my fingers catch a few times, the strands pulling painfully on my scalp, particularly where a healing cut is concealed, near my temple which elicits a sharp wince from me. At this, I notice John look up at me, his brow furrowing as he sees me, his drawn face creasing into a look of amusement as he reaches beside himself to pull something into his lap.

"Hey, (Y/n)? Think that might be mine." He informs me, gruff voice lighter than it's been for days.

"Huh?" I look at him in the mirror in confusion.

"Your shirt. It's mine." He clarifies, leaning back on his hands on the bed.

Frowning, I glance down at myself, only now realising that he is right, the black shirt hanging loosely around my smaller frame, the garment made to fit snugly around the veteran's toned torso, rather than my curves. Blushing furiously, I fiddle with the hem of it, pulling at it so it covers me a little better, given that the neckline dips quite low on my chest. John only chuckles, lidded eyes watching me lazily from where he is.

"Keep it." He tells me, shaking some hair from his face.

"Thanks, sorry." I mutter, embarrassed, going to the bed, where I sit on the other side.

"Don't worry about it." John reassures me, turning to face me, "I do have one thing to ask, though."

Curious, I look over at him, resting against the headboard, ignoring the creak it lets out under my weight; everything in this tiny inn creaks with added weight, but at least the place was affordable for two ex-soldiers returning from a harrowing mission in the jungle.

"What's that?" I question, cocking my head.

My eyes widen as he lifts his other hand, heat rushing to my face as I see the bra dangling from his finger.

"When did you get this?" He asks, lifting an eyebrow, "I thought you only had one with you."

Struggling for words at first, I feel my mouth open and close before I manage to say anything.

"Er, when we got those new clothes, three days ago. It was going cheap, and my other one was ruined in the jungle…" I hastily explain to him, flushing at the thought of explaining this to my companion.

John nods, biting back a grin as he admires the piece of clothing, running a finger over it, an action that is oddly intimate, particularly when he flicks his eyes up to meet mine after, lip twitching up into a smirk.

"It's nice, I like it." He compliments, placing the bra down on the floor as he lies back in the bed, pulling the cover over his muscular body.

"Thanks?" I say, confused as I do the same, aware of the awkward space between us, doing my best not to acknowledge it.

"No problem.".

We stay quiet for a little while, listening to each other breathe, doing our best to ignore the biting cold that has crept into the room. The thin covers do nothing to insulate us, leaving us both shivering after seconds of trying to get to sleep.

"You cold, too?" He eventually asks, voice husky now.

"Yeah." I affirm, forcing down the butterflies that came to life in my stomach upon hearing him speak.

He doesn't reply immediately, instead shuffling around a lot, rocking the bed a little as he does so. After a moment, I feel his arm snake around my waist, hesitantly flexing as he pulls me back, hand spread on my stomach. I don't say anything, only too happy to oblige to his touch as he wraps his body around mine, his chest pressing flush against my back, the other arm coming round to hold me tighter. Warmth starts to seep into me as I relax into him, breathing in his familiar scent as I do so, placing one of my hands on his as we lay like that, chests moving in unison.

John presses his face into my hair, legs intertwining with mine, his usually tense body slowly relaxing until he's lax under my touch. Smiling to myself, I try to recall the last time I saw him so comfortable and unstressed, enjoying this a lot as he lightly presses a kiss to my head.

"Thanks for being there, (Y/n)." He murmurs into my hair, squeezing me gently to reinforce this.

Leaning back into him, I rub my thumb over his knuckles, feeling over the rough callouses.

"No problem, John. I'll always be there." I reassure him, kissing his arm where it lies near my head, "Thanks for being there for me."

"Always." He replies, before the two of us lapse into silence, eventually drifting off together.

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t4tbruharvey · 3 years ago

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"and as many pockets as possible idc if the outfits are ugly they have to HOLD things <3" ooooohhh yes I love that!! This makes me imagine that they have a slight cyberpunk-y vibe to their aesthetic, something grungy and industrial , which would incidentally also be a nice contrast to their boss' aesthetic since with his three piece suit, hat and cane he has more of a 20s-ish/historical inspired vibe going on doesn't he? (also "he's their little paper doll" cvjscdh they introduce him to the wonders of black nail polish. And in return they always have some sort of glitter or similar stuff stuck to their clothes because that's just something that happens when you work for someone who's thing is theatrical neon lights, eccentric set dressing and intricate artsncrafts)

And I'm glad I got the dynamics right ksvbflf i feel like it's very ...Sugar and Spice: "Oh yeah Harvey is a cool boss, he's very competent and always is up for serious in depth discussions, sure he might be a bit fickle but who isn't, in this city?" while Echo and Query are just: "Sure Ed may be an insufferable overdramatic diva but he is our insufferable overdramatic diva" (sort of like...a Megamind and Minion dynamic, I suppose)

OOOOOO yeah they WOULD have a cyberpunk aesthetic that's exactly it!! and yeah like it's very fun to imagine their loft apartment w iron bar windows as one of the walls you know the ones, and it has all of ed's theatre kid stuff on one side and then a couch covered in a single blanket on the other, and maybe like echo and query have the world's grossest rug, which ed hates with a passion but can't do anything about bc echo and query legally own it and he's respecting that for the bit. also i'm obsessed with the mental image of two tall punk girls with a single feather or cheap glitter clinging to their jackets. it's delightful <3

YEAH LIKE MEGAMIND AND MINION they tolerate it and also they CHOSE to work for him so they've gotta either be fascinated by his whole deal or slightly fucked up in a fun way, or both, which is probably what it is

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my-arlington-academia · 5 years ago

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A little fanfiction for Axel's birthday! (Yes I'm always late to everything 😔)

After I missed his birthday, for some reason inspiration hit me and I wrote this to apologize to myself for forgetting. I decided to make Scholar a boy in this one since I feel like there's not enough male Scholar content! (This is also the very first fanfic I have ever shared with other people so don't be surprised if some parts are really clumsy. Beware of possible typos and grammatical errors...) Enjoy!

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The day was slowly drawing nearer.

Scholar was checking out multiple social networking sites and Axel's Wikimedia page for a few hours now. The fangirls and fanboys were excited all over the Internet as if it was their own birthday. Comments such as "Axel and I share the same birthday!!" And "I've been following you since the very beginning, HAPPY BIRTHDAY Axel 💖 you really helped me when I was going through tough times." Or "HAPPY B-DAY AXEL❤❤ I LOVE YOU BBY"

Made Scholar wonder how it must feel like to receive happy birthday messages from millions of strangers. Well, he was guessing that it must be really pleasant: why wouldn't it be? Even if Axel doesn't know them it doesn't change the good intentions they have. Anyway! This wasn't the point of Scholar's "research."

He was browsing through a bajillion of interviews, fanblogs and comments to find what Axel liked. Which was, he thought to himself, maybe a little dumb. They may have known eachother only for about 3 months but at least he knew Axel on a personal level, not through a screen. Hell, when they met Scholar had no idea of who that handsome rocker boy was supposed to be. And now here he was trying to find an answer to something he should probably know the answer to better than Axel's fans. Not to throw shade at them or anything.

"Aaaaaghhhh!!" Subconsciously, Scholar let out a loud whine not realizing that his voice was louder than he intended it to be. "Shut up!! We can hear you from here!" It was Karolina in the room nextdoor. "I'm sorry!! ...ugh." Thankfully she didn't hear the "ugh" part not that it would change her opinion about him.

Scholar was just so lost: "what the hell can I gift to a rich handsome talented guy and not look like an idiot?!" Is what was going through his mind the whole day and it was already 11pm. Tomorrow was Axel's birthday and he still didn't find shit. He had never been good at finding gifts, the only person he gave them to was his dad and then again, it was only sometimes. The both of them weren't the type of people to worry about formalities such as Christmas or birthday presents. And when it came to "friends" it was about the same story.

Scholar put the phone down. It was stupid to worry over something like that. Being surrounded with rich, talented and sometimes famous people all day long Scholar swore to himself one thing. Don't be fake. Be sincere with those people. To be treated like anyone else is what they deserve.

And so Scholar searched for a gift idea again, but this time in his mind. He searched for an answer in his memories, through the small amount of time they had spent together. What does Axel like? It's not that hard. He already knew.

Scholar's mind was set: music, dogs and piercings. A hobby, an animal and accessories. Simple, but let's just go from the basics. "It's not like I can buy something expensive anyway..." His muttering was blocked out by his pillow, no matter what he would find, Scholar was just hoping that it would at least make Axel genuinely happy. Even just a little.

The next day went as expected: everyone was wishing Axel a happy birthday. He was getting occasional gifts from people he was close with and from people with whom he had never even talked to, or at least Scholar was pretty sure that he didn't. Even Tadashi went a bit soft on Axel.

"Not giving me detention for my late arrival today, Mister Student Body President?" Axel was over 15 minutes late which meant that he was deserving of a detention slip by usual à la Tadashi rules. "Go away before I change my mind you ugly ear-pierced clown." Axel was nodding and smirking all knowingly. "Uh-huh. Of course Sir, could I consider this lack of strictness towards me as my birthday present?"

Tadashi reached out for the detention form inside of his bag and took a pen in his hand ready to write Axel's name down and the reason why he got a detention slip. Axel backed away immediately. "Alright, alright! I'm sorry! Geez. Could you at least not threaten me with this shit on my birthday??" Tadashi put the pen back into his pencil case and smiled. "There you go. I knew you had some self-awareness behind your 3 kilograms of makeup and your millions of engagement rings you wear."

Axel frowned like a child. "I don't wear *that* many rings! Also, my makeup is super light!"

The rest of the day went on pretty smoothly, though Axel was probably wondering why Scholar didn't wish him a happy birthday. Whenever other people approached him to do so Axel would always peek at Scholar from the corner of his eye, as if to say: "See?! It's my birthday today..."

Scholar felt secretly super giddy because of that. Axel was totally waiting for it. After the last school hour of the day he even came towards Scholar ""to say hi."" "Hey, Scholar!" "Hey there."

Silence.

"Um. So. Don't you have anything to tell me?" "Nu-huh." "You sure?" "Yup." Silence again. Axel looked down in such an adorable manner that Scholar felt almost like he was murdering a puppy. "Hm. Okay... See you tomorrow?" Scholar smiled as sweetly as he could to hint to the fact that they would see eachother again today. "Of course. Bye!"

After trying to sound as chill as he could, Scholar hurried himself into town. Blindly looking for a gift might be a bad idea but it's often this way that we find the best ones. Scholar was relying on his luck and intuition, he was storming through every single shop until he came accross something a bit silly that could do the job. It was in a small shop named "lying tiger" with a lot of useless gadgets. It was simple, cheap and adorable. Hopefully Scholar's intuition was right.

Upon seeing the gates of the school getting closer and closer as he was walking towards it, he decided to pull off the fastest sprint of his life. If Murdoc had seen him he'd be impressed.

After a couple of minutes Scholar was standing in front of Axel's room. "Okay.... No wait."

It was 7pm and the sun was already gone from a long time ago since it *is* November. Scholar was sweating as if he just ran a marathon, which... He kinda did. He muttered again. "Ugh. Good job, Scholar. Why did you have the bright idea to make yourself smell like a horse before-"

Voices from the hallway were heard, a couple of girls coming his way. Damn it. Alright. Scholar decided to at least make himself look good before coming back, he changed his clothes into something more casual but also charming. A bit of deodorant here and there, some perfume and done!

This time around he was ready, if it wasn't for his stress kicking in that is. He suddenly didn't feel as confident in his gift as a couple of minutes ago. Well, it was too late to change it anyway. Scholar took a deep breath and knocked. He waited there without moving nor breathing. As if until Axel would get out of his room, time had stopped.

Suddenly, the door flew open. The moment their eyes met Axel mockingly smiled. "Oh? You finally decided to come and wish me a happy birthday? Haha." Scholar had kept his hands behind his back but when Axel said that, he instinctively moved them to his front, revealing the package he was holding. Axel stopped smiling and his eyes widened in surprise. "Oh." Scholar was already happy with that reaction alone, even if he was unsure on whether or not Axel would like the gift. For a second, this felt like it was enough. "Yeah. I couldn't wish you a happy birthday without giving you a present, could I? Happy birthday, birthday boy!"

Axel carefully took the box into his hands, really gently, as if he could break it just by pressing his palms on it. "Thank you! But geez, you didn't have to. I was worried the whole day, you know? I thought that maybe you were mad at me for something."

He said that while pouting, it was so cute and worth the trouble. Scholar didn't regret his sprint and the whole day lost searching for the gift. "Haha! Of course not. Oh but don't shake the box, you might kill it. Also hurry up and open it, the lil guy needs light." Axel blinked a few times before following Scholar's advice, he tried to open the package as quickly as possible without damaging the wrapping. Needless to say that he wasn't being really successful.

"What do you mean?! Don't tell me it's a hamster or something! You know that we can't keep pets in the dorms, right? Tadashi is *so* gonna kill me if-" It wasn't an animal. Not a real one at least. "A... A toy?" It was a little puppy playing an electric guitar.

"Yup. It has buttons on his back, when you push them the doggo plays sick riffs for you. It has also light effects on the guitar." Axel looked at the toy with admiration. As if that dog made of plastic was a real puppy.

"Oh. My god. A puppy. Playing the guitar for me?!? This is the cutest and most precious gift I have gotten today!" "You like it?" "Are you kidding?! I love it! I'm gonna practice the guitar with him from now on! He's gonna be my little guitar buddy!"

Scholar felt so proud. So damn proud. It was a good call. It made him think about the fact that children often receive useful gifts from the adults rather than fun ones. There was always a craving for a new toy in a kid's heart rather than the need to get a new backpack or clothes. Scholar believed that every teenager in the world still had a child inside of them who would always secretly pass in front of a toy store while ogling at it but being too embarrassed to enter and take a look.

"I'm glad, to be honest I was a bit worried about it. I mean, you probably received a lot of pricey and more useful things today." By the time Scholar had said that, Axel already took the plastic puppy out of the box. "Excuse me? You think that there is something greater in the world than a doggo playing a guitar? Pathetic. And like I told you I'm gonna practice with this guy!"

"Uh. Don't you practice in the auditorium? What will you do when other people will see you hanging out with a toy?" Axel let out the loudest gasp of his life. "How *dare* you call my friend a toy?? Have you even heard him play?"

Axel pushed the button and some light effects emerged from the toy along with a guitar riff, so skillfully played that he felt almost ashamed when comparing himself to the dog. "Holy shit. This dog is better at playing the guitar than me..." Scholar laughed cheerfully, his laugh was followed by Axel's adorable giggle. "Well, I'm happy you like it. This way whenever you play the guitar, hopefully you'll think about me for a bit."

Axel tried to pull off the most flirty expression he could, the kind of stare that couldn't be mistaken for anything else. "Bold of you to assume that I don't think about you everyday, sweetheart." He would've been so persuasive... if it wasn't for the doggo made of plastic he was holding. Scholar couldn't keep it in any longer and laughed again. Needless to say that he was surprised when he noticed that Axel looked a bit hurt. "... Axel?" "That's so mean. I'm really trying so hard but it never gets through to you, you know?" Scholar's heart dropped into his stomach. "What?"

He heard that right, didn't he? What Axel said just now. As for Axel, in a matter of milliseconds he was already back to his usual smiling self, regretting what he had said. "Oh, haha! Whoops, that came out really wrong. Don't worry, I'm not upset for real. Um..." The hallway went silent and Scholar was really anxious. He felt as if he effed up big time. He was about to apologize and get it out in the open. The fact that he was actually really mortified at the thought of Axel disliking the gift. The fact that he had a crush on him for a little while now. The fact that he was a dumbass when it came to taking hints because he thought that Axel was like this with everyone. But before he could, Axel spoke again. "Don't make that face, you didn't do anything wrong. Look, let's hang out together soon. Just the two of us. Deal?"

Scholar wasn't so sure about the "you didn't do anything wrong" part, since he just noticed that Axel was in fact trying to flirt with him for a while now and he was constantly brushing it off while thinking that it was just his imagination wanting his feelings to be reciprocated. Scholar gulped, unable to say anything else other than: "Of course! Whenever you want, I'll be there."

Axel slowly closed the door... and immediately felt like the hugest moron of human history.

Because he knew. He knew that Scholar would never play dumb with something like that, he just genuinely did not think that he, Axel, could ever like him in that way. But now he knew. Axel just spelled it out for him loud and clear. Next time they see eachother there won't be any doubts in the way. Axel fondly looked at the puppy in his hands. "If only your previous owner knew how to take hints... Well, there's no going back now."

Axel pushed the button again and listened to the puppy's incredible guitar riffs for a while. Even hours and hours later, before falling asleep, he still couldn't get the image of Scholar's astonished face out of his mind when he finally realized what Axel felt towards him. Axel grinned. This kind of expression had no subtlety to it at all. Axel swore to himself.

The next time they see eachother he'll tell him clearly what he thinks, no hints, no silly pick-up lines. And then they'll kiss for sure.

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Here it is! Sorry, the last part was so cheesy 😂. I apologize 🙏🙏 Most of this was written at 3am when I couldn't sleep, because obviously everybody knows that the best moment to write something is when you're supposed to be asleep /s

This has so many plot holes, like for example how is it possible that Karolina didn't beat Scholar's ass the next day for yelling in the middle of the night?? Or how come Tadashi was nice towards Axel for once? That's so OOC, absolutely impossible.

Anyway, Wikimedia is obviously Wikipedia and the "lying tiger" shop is actually "flying tiger" (Not sure if this shop exists in the US.)

Well, thank you for reading!

#sweet elite #se #axel #fanfiction #please don't be cringy #in a few weeks I'll regret posting this #watch me delete it like YOINK

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sassysugawara · 8 years ago

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I move into my dorm at my new school (i'm a cc transfer) this Sunday. Got any advice? Or maybe an item that wasn't listed on any college check list but still came in handy? I'm super nervous and freaking out any advice is appreciated.

Okay!! So whether you are able to go home on weekends/have a car makes a big difference in what you should bring, but there are definitely some things that are universal.

1. printer. Be the person with the printer who refuses to let anyone else use it (unless you want to buy ink is expensive). A printer is the biggest blessing and the best decision I ever made, since I don’t have to rush to the library and pay to print things. Also, after college you’ll be really glad you got a printer. I recommend a small, modern one even if it costs a little extra. It’s a good investment to make now.

2. Snacks!! Keep breakfast-type things in your dorm especially~ granola bars and clementines/cuties/tangerines work well!! If you wake up later than expected, you can eat quickly in your dorm

3. Comfy shoes!! College = lots of walking. I go to a two campus school, but some universities are just… huge so be ready to walk a lot

4. In general, bring the things that make you happy. If that’s an ugly shirt from band camp, bring it. If it’s a Wacom tablet, or a GameCube, just bring it. Most dorms have more storage space than people expect, and you’ll be miserable without the things that are important to you.

5. BRING YOUR CLOTHES!! Some schools have v limited closet space and I understand this, but most of the people living on campus bemoan abt how they’ve worn the same outfits every week because they didn’t bring enough clothes.

6. Lights and posters~ you’ll feel so much more comfortable in your dorm if it looks like it belongs to you, as cheesy as that sounds

7. Kuerig/mini fridge full of iced coffee… both (in my case)… nothing is better than just having the caffeine right in your room

8. There’s really great rolling drawer sets from IKEA that are like $15~ I keep all my cosmetics and toiletries in one next to my desk and I use it as a bedside table

9. General thing: I raised my bed to the highest non-loft height (abt 3 ft) then put a bunch of blankets and pillows under my bed and hung a sheet as a curtain. So under my bed, I have a little private sanctuary for those times I’m not feeling the whole roommate thing and it’s the best decision I ever made

10. DO NOT FORGET A NAIL FILE AND NAIL CLIPPERS WHATEVER YOU DO

/edit: I thought of more!!/

11. If you can fit one, an over-the-door shoe hanging thing with pockets is a game changer. Target has some good ones with pockets big enough for things like purses as well.

12. Two types of bathroom shoes!! A pair of shoes you could wear out and about that can be slipped on in a sec (I use Rainbow sandals) for just running to the bathroom, and then cheap flip flops (Old Navy!! Target!! Wherever they’re cheapest) for wearing when you shower (if you’re living in a dorm with communal showers)

13. Planners are your friend. Google calendar is your BEST friend. Be organized. Download the app and take advantage of the reminder system. I would be dead without these. Also! As a side note, sometimes you need to just put small things like “text Mom” into your planner just so you can check something off. Looking at a bunch of undone tasks can be daunting, so I like to mix one easy one in to help. Also, highlight things that you HAVE to do today, so you can prioritize. Then, before you go to bed, write some things in the planner for the next day so that you can sleep easier with less on your mind.

14. This, again, isn’t something to BRING per se, but if google calendar is your Best friend, QUIZLET SHOULD BE YOUR SOULMATE. The learning feature? Legendary. They should sponsor me because I’ve got nothing but good things to say about Quizlet. This will help SO MUCH I swear.

I’ll let you know if I think of more~

Thanks for asking, and I hope everything goes well for you💕

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