#julian 001.

[silascody]

silas 📲 julian.

Silas: [screenshot of Julian's face from an episode of The Hunt] Silas: Dis u? @julianxpark

[auggievillanueva]

Auggie let out a flattered, maybe a bit bashful chuckle, a hand moving to the nape of his neck and he tried to tamp down the heat rising into his face. God, he felt sort of pathetic. Was an off-handed compliment really all it took to get a blush out of him these days?

To be fair, most of the compliments he got about his appearance in the last year or so had come from his cheek-pinching aunts or his daughter, since the word "handsome" had entered her vocabulary.

He regrouped and tried to say in the least pathetic way possible, "Well, thank you. You're not too hard on the eyes yourself."

He chuckled as he turned to the bartender and gave a half-hearted, two-fingered salute to the bartender who, to his credit, winced sympathetically and gave them a wordless nod before quickly pouring out the two shots and leaving them without asking for a card.

"Well, there we go," he said, picking up both of the shots and holding one out for the stranger. "I guess sympathy does work."

He held up his glass for a toast. "To the savior of my Saturday night. I'm Auggie."

@julianxpark

Julian had to agree, although he wasn't sure he'd ever experienced such a blatant reject like that. He'd been rejected in many ways, just not that one. Luckily, he wasn't ever really one to take it to heart, there was always plenty more fish.

Listening to the stranger's story, Julian's face pulled into a pained wince. "Ouch," Julian hissed. "Well, at least you know it's not because they took one look at you and decided you were ugly." A hand waved upwards to gesture towards the man's face. "Because obviously you're not." It wasn't even a come on, Julian was simply stating a fact.

"So I can only reason that it's got everything to do with them," Julian concluded. "Sounds like they actually did you a favor of not wasting your time getting to know them." As it turned out, that person sucked.

As the drink was placed in front of him, Julian chuckled as he reached back into his pocket to grab his wallet. Once the bartender was in the general vicinity, the man beckoned them over. "Two tequila shots please. My friend here got ghosted," he added on the end for context. Maybe spelling it out for the bartender would elicit some sympathy.

( @auggievillanueva )

[scientistyaoi]

[tmuses]

As Julian tied Chief's reigns to the nearest fence post, he turned to look at Gavin, who seemed every bit as exhausted as he was. The journey had been long, made even longer with the cattle and crops they'd needed to take with. Julian was grateful, at the very least, that this would be the last trip they'd need to make. Picking his bag up from the concrete and throwing it over his shoulder he gave his horse a nice pat before walking around to Gavin. "Has Cliff given us any indication of where," he began, pausing when his eyes landed on a familiar figure. His companion tried to catch his attention when he didn't continue, but there was little possibility of Julian being drawn back into reality. Surely it wasn't her, the odds were so slim that it couldn't be. And yet, there she stood, no more than 10 feet away from him, as beautiful as the last time he'd seen her. He could still remember the day he'd been booked, and the betrayal she wore on her face. He saw her teary eyes and pouted lips each time he closed his eyes before bed. But this wasn't a memory, she was here in the flesh. Unless, of course, he'd somehow lost his mind after months of fighting dehydration. He put his hand on Gavin's shoulder, giving it a light squeeze before walking past him. He'd closed no more than five feet before he called out her name, "Dita?"

[arlxclark]

for @gr0tesques

"I thought I might find you here." Arlo smiled as he spotted Julian outside the cabin. He had greeted the others who were already inside and he had gone in search of his friend. It had been a long time since he had seen Julian in person and Arlo was a little taken aback in how different his friend looked - he'd grown up. He supposed they probably all had. They all looked a little different but there barely seemed to be a trace of the old Julian there - at least looks wise, anyway.

He and Julian hadn't seen much of one another in person over the last ten years but that didn't mean that they hadn't spoke. The two of them spoke most days - just in the video games lobbies. It was nice to properly see him in person, even if it was under horrible circumstances.

Arlo closed the distance between the two of them and rested against the cabin wall. He glanced out across the lake. It had been his first moment of stillness since he had arrived and the heaviness of the whole thing weighed him down ... for a moment. He took a deep breath, steading his thoughts before he turned back to the other. "You okay?" He asked him.

[keolalagaaia]

"Woah," Keo says like he's been stopped in his tracks, which he was very much still in motion. It's a good point but an opposing one to the one that was slipping through his fingers like wisps of smoke in the night air, and he tries to grasp for it in an endeavour that would be equally as pointless.

"I don't know it, but I feel it. And feelings count for something."

He's not sure exactly for what -- but something.

"That's what I'm saying. This face should be in print. It was once, in Surfer. It was when I won a surfing comp at sixteen. I sent about thirty copies of that to Samoa to my dad's fam. That's probably not that impressive to you, you've been on actual billboards."

@julianxpark

Julian nods along, half paying attention to what Keo was saying while also trying to work out if his high had kicked in yet or not. Considering the buzzing sensation in his ears, it was likely. "If you don't remember them," Julian says slowly, like he'd just had an epiphany. "How do you know that they were worthy?"

Speaking from experience, sometimes ideas under the influence were less inspiring in the light of day. Julian's Notes app proved as much.

"You'd look so good on the cover of 30 Under 30 though," Julian adds as an afterthought.

( @keolalagaaia )

[babyitsmagic]

@lungsandlips is getting Julian!

"Okay, so I'm late and I don't even have a good excuse. I'm definitely not old enough to use the immortality thing for my lack of time management. I might have ADHD but that's neither here nor there. Anyway," they rambled, producing a wrapped present out of thin air, "happy belated birthday and also welcome to the family? ...I don't know why that came out as a question. Welcome to the family! And happy birthday!"

[ziggysarcana]

(for any/all muses) What is your character’s favorite childhood memory?

Shira — Shira was seven when she first met Calamity. The hospital was quiet save for the quiet beeping of machinery. The air felt sterile and it smelt sterile too. Absolutely no fragrance on this floor. Her mother smiled at her weakly, holding a small bundle in her arms. Shira stepped closer, heart swelling with a mix of child-like curiosity and excitement. Then -- she saw her. Tiny, pink and perfect. Her eyes closed in a sweet slumber. Shira reached out her hand, slow and hesitant, brushing against her fingers. The little baby responded by wiggling them, just barely. She grinned, the world feeling quieter, like it was just her and her baby sister in the room.

Ludwig — Ludwig stood at the edge of the giant Berlin Wall, a whole new world on the other side that he yearned to see. Even just a glimpse would suffice. Yearning -- it's something you grow to learn to manage when you're born on the wrong side of the wall. His little hands were stuffed into his jacket. Waiting. The air was cold on his cheeks but he could hardly feel a thing because he was so excited. It had been months now since his best friend Sabine had gone to America to visit her family. Today she was to come home, with both of her parents working hard already and with no sick time to spare, he offered to go pick her up. The van pulled up and Ludwig's ears perked up with the corners of his mouth. He ran towards her with legs that were lighter than they had been in months. "Sabi!" He cried out, relieved. She had hugged him tight, laughing into his shoulder.

"I missed you, Lud!" Sabine had said.

He lost his manners, looking at her with wide eyes as he asked "America... It's real, right?" His hands were fidgeting.

Sabine's eyes were bright as she nodded. "It's very real! You'd love it! I have so many stories to tell you." Her eyes shifted to the guards that were stood by the Wall and in a nervous tone she said "But we have to get out of here first."

Julian - In their cozy, sun soaked kitchen in Cuba, young Julian watched his mother and his two younger sister's carefully stir a pot of chocolate. Thick and rich. The air was scented with sweet cinnamon and cocoa. His mother with her knowing smile and that always wild hair, guided them through the process. She was a great teacher for her children, showing them almost every form of divination. Potion's lessons were definitely the favorite of all the siblings, usually it came with a reward. Almost always in the form of a delicious steaming drink. "You don't just mix," she had said quietly. "You'll feel it. There's a rhythm. Lean into it, mis angeles."

When the potion was ready, Julian was handed a cup. Last, of course. He has always been a kind and courteous boy, always making sure his sisters went first for everything. The sweet chocolatey drink was warm and hefty. The taste filled him with a comfortable sense of belonging. Something ancient and powerful running through his family and his own spirit. He can still remember it. His mother bending down to ruffle up his hair, saying with a smile "One day I know you will make more than just potions, my sweet Juli."

Céleste- A very small and very tired Cece was sat at a round table near the stage. Her eyes were wide with wonder as she watched her mother in the spotlight. The lounge was dim and a bit smokey. Her mother's smooth red dress caught onto the light as she swayed to the music. Her voice smooth and soulful. It always filled the room, and Cece, with a warmth that made everything feel like it was wrapped in silk. She had always loved this -- getting to see their mother sing. It was like she was singing to her. There was something different about tonight though, they couldn't quite place it but there was an undeniable excitement in her mother's eyes, a glint. Like there was a secret that Cece wasn't privvy to. Then suddenly, the door opened and light poured in. Cece froze. Standing in the doorway was fer father, Felix. He had been in France for weeks on business and she had missed him terribly. Felix wasn't supposed to be home until tomorrow -- but there he was. Smiling his wide smile, making his way towards the stage. Without a word but not without his signature flair for dramatics, he stepped up onto stage beside her mother and took the microphone. The band effortlessly shifted the tune and the room fell completely silent as he began to sing, his voice rich and beautiful. A perfect match to her mothers. Céleste's heart swelled impossibly wide as she watched them sing together in perfect harmony. She sat back, grinning ear to ear; feeling like the luckiest little girl in the world.

[bodexjames]

closed starter for @juliansdamico

location: somewhere in midtown

"Sir! Yeah, you! I think you dropped something." Bode called out as he almost rushed to the other man and then laughed when he realized it was Julian, who he'd met a few weeks ago. "Oh, Julian. You dropped your keys, dude." He handed them over to his friend and grinned. "Where are you rushing to?"

[laureljacobs]

Laurel put her pack back in her pocket with a tiny, self-satisfied smile. She chuckled, her arms crossing over her chest as a breeze rolled through. "Little motherfuckers and their fucking Elf Bars. I tried it for a week and I will concede that those bitches have a kick. But it's just not the same." She looked down at her cigarette. "There could be something kind of fun about being a cool, old lesbian who owns a smoking bar. But no, no, I don't know the first thing about running a business. By all means, though," she gestured toward him. "Steal it and run with it."

Grinning, Julian helps himself to one, lifting it in silent thanks before putting it in his mouth and using her lighter to get it going.

"So why don't you open one?" he says. "You're not wrong, obviously a shit ton of people would be into a bar that lets you smoke cigarettes inside, especially if it's catered to younger people. You'd have to weed out the vapers though," he adds, "those clouds of noxious blue raspberry bubble gum flavored gas would swiftly ruin the atmosphere. Put a sign on the door, people with weak pink lungs who can't handle real tobacco not welcome."

[archiemorgan]

Who: @julianxhawthorne and Archie

Where: Julian's Yacht

When: Julian's birthday

Archie loved going to parties. He also loved yachts. And he especially loved parties on yachts. Plus he liked to celebrate those he considered to be part of that very small circle of people he cared about. So of course he had to go all out for Julian's birthday. Ordering a set of sipping glasses for an array of liquor, Archie had it gift wrapped with some nice fancy paper. He felt as if he couldn't walk into the party empty handed, so he figured a nice set of glasses would be appropriate. Walking in, he scanned the room before settling on the man of the hour. "Julian my man!! Happy fucking birthday dude!"

[likestvrlight]

*  JULIAN  RHODES  (  @violentdesires​  )

DOING  ANYTHING  PRODUCTIVE  has  stopped  after  she’d  been  dragged  into  actually  stepping  away  for  a  lunch  break  by  a  call  from  one  of  her  cousins  in  france  followed  by  another  long  call  with  her  mother  .  even  after  she’d  tried  telling  both  of  them  she  was  at  work  .  now  ,  she  can’t  concentrate  ,  mind  too  busy  coming  up  with  outfits  and  activities  for  when  her  cousins  visit  .

        she  eventually  closes  her  laptop  and  steps  out  of  her  office  ,  having  gotten  as  much  done  as  she’s  going  to  for  now  ,  and  she  had  completed  anything  that  was  time-sensitive  ,  at  least  .  she  lets  herself  into  julian’s  office  ,  dropping  into  a  chair  across  his  desk  from  him  .  “  i  can’t  focus  any  longer  so  we’re  getting  ice  cream  .  ”  

[crownsparrow]

➤  CONTINUED.

it’s a regular occurrence that emily finds herself arguing with bashir over one thing or another.  truly,  more often than not?  she’s starved for entertainment.  the nobility she’s surrounded by on a daily basis are extraordinarily dull  —  it’s only when wyman’s in dunwall that emily’s able to hold onto some sense of entertainment.  unfortunately,  it’s all too rare that they’re in gristol,  let alone dunwall.  with a heavy sigh,  gaze drifts idly around the room…  at least she’s faced with hints of entertainment now.  

“sokolov may be growing older,  but he’s still entirely capable of accomplishing plenty,”   of course,  emily’s too fond of anton to push him beyond his limits,  so there’s a hint of annoyance in the fact that the physician is so entirely correct.   “though i suppose you make a decent point,”   a concession offered begrudgingly as the empress’ eyes roll,  and a moment later she does as he’d asked,  her leg lifting to allow an examination.

    “A decent point,” he echoed with a grin. But he looked over her wounds, brows ticking together as he tried to surmise how deep they might be. She’d still been able to walk, so that was good. Some stitching and then monitoring in the coming days to ensure it wouldn’t become infected. He’d hate to see what ‘got the Empress’ leg hacked off at the hip’ did for his medical career.

“This will sting, feel free to hit the pillow, not me, Your Majesty.” He got to work, applying something for the pain (though it was far from a perfect concoction) and began the slow process of stitching. “If you’re wondering, however, I believe the answer to your tailor’s disposition is along the lines of "peeved”.“

"don't let it go to your head," the warning fired in @dimensionalspades' direction a lighthearted quip more than a genuine warning -- truth be told, bashir is one of those surrounding her with whom emily finds herself least annoyed with... though she'd never tell him that. he's kind, gifted, and most importantly? he's not afraid of going toe-to-toe with her. he doesn't back down where so many others cringe away at the mere idea of having a bit of fun with her.

of course, not every aspect of their encounters is pleasant -- and the fact that, more often than not, she's injured when they cross paths puts a bit of a damper on things. this will sting -- and it does, the scowl on her face deepening as emily attempts to keep quiet. a matter of pride, perhaps, in looking more annoyed than pained, though she's too distracted to say for certain. "i believe my tailor will live," she manages shortly, eyes rolling in a further attempt to appear nonchalant.

[solaadisa]

Sola's eyes narrowed as Julian went on his little mini-rant, continuing to scratch the cat under her chin as she tried to put together what he was saying. "Okay, none of that got through to me. Well, the first part did a little, and I, for one, think it would be cute if I stole one." She grabbed ahold of her latte in her free hand and took a sip. "So you're saying you wouldn't help me steal it, or…?"

"The usual amount for stealing things," Julian says, shrugging. "Maybe more maybe less depending on if they decide it's cute or fucked up you stole a cat from a cat cafe. I'm not a shoplifter myself but I do believe in their beliefs," he adds, "although it being a living thing up for adoption does kind of skew that a little bit into weird territory. How exactly does pet adoption fit into the anti-capitalism agenda is the big question, I guess."

[jamesmorrisondgaf]

closed starter for @julianxheywood

James' phone indicated 6:00 am when she woke up with a massive headache and the breath of a 60 year-old alcoholic smoker, in a backyard she didn't know. She remembered getting to a party in Primrose Heights yesterday night, and she remembered these glasses people kept bringing her. She remembered the dancing, and the singing, and the games in the pool even though it was freezing in the middle of the night. However, she could not explain how she got here, at the back of a gigantic house. What got her up is the thought of her daughter, who was with the babysitter all night long, instead of just the few hours James had paid her for. "Fuck." She sighed before looking around. Where was she exactly ? God... It was also right at this moment that her phone died. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." She yelled, before walking towards a tall window, on which she knocked vigorously several times, before someone arrived. "Hi, sorry. I am definitely lost, and my phone died. Is there anyway I could borrow a charger to call a taxi or something ?" James asked, making sure she stayed at a safe distance so you couldn't smell alcohol on her. After all, she could just be a lost traveler who had a beer on the way. What was the big deal ?

[fadiingstarliights]

As much as Stefan was new to the island, the fact that it was a safe haven for many of his friends and family meant he had no problems settling in. He had after all, learnt to adapt over the many years he had spent traveling and it didn't take much for anywhere to feel like home to him. Of course meeting Julian again was a whole other thing. He was one of the very few people who knew what he was like when he had turned and that was not something he liked to talk about often to most. Nevertheless, he had kept in touch with the other, even meeting him occasionally over the years. Knowing he was on the island meant he had to go see him come wind or high water. Except, before he could find the time to do that he managed to come across him at the local bar, Stefan walking to him as soon as he recognized the other. "Well, well, look who's here." he said with a smile on his features as he walked up to the other. @spxxkygays