#julian: 001

[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?"

[silascody]

silas 📲 julian.

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

[foolhcrdvs]

It was dark and the group, the friends of Harper's who had braved the outdoors and huddled around the bonfire sharing stories about how amazing she was, well they'd been set up for a while. Connor had been minding his own business, when someone had mentioned they saw a figure walking towards the forest. At this time of the night and with it being this cold? It was a recipe for disaster, without even thinking of the tragedy of Jamie Novak. Connor had volunteered to go look. He hadn't wanted to but thinking of the worst case scenario, felt it was only right. No one in their right mind would be going out there now and it made sense in case he had to carry someone back towards the cabin. He wasn't going to let someone like Miki or Camille try and drag an unconscious body back.

With his phone lighting the way, he trudged over and caught the shape of whoever had wandered off. As soon as he saw who it was, he very nearly turned right around. Let Julian make a fool of himself, wouldn't be anything new.

"Shut the fuck up man." Connor didn't want to deal with the other man's crap on a regular day and everyone could agree that this was not a regular day. "What are you even doing out here?" he asked as he looked around at the trees, looking more menacing the darker the sky got. Connor was no coward, but he didn't like the idea of being out here at night after everything that had gone down. And if he had to be, the last person he wanted to be out here with was Julian.

"Doesn't matter, just stop being a dickhead and get back to the fire. Your sister was worried about you." Connor truly couldn't understand how someone as cool as Nora shared a womb with Julian but perhaps it was like when one twin consumed the other. Except, Nora simply took all the better qualities and left Julian with the scumbag parts.

Having done his job, checking on the person who was stupid enough to go into the woods at night and to try and reason with them, Connor turned to head back to either the fire or the cabin. He wasn't sure, but anywhere would be better than out here with Julian.

closed starter for connor acosta ( @foolhcrdvs ) somewhere behind the cabin during the bonfire, 8:15pm.

‎ he could've made himself more useful earlier while everyone was setting up the bonfire. instead, he fell asleep for forty-five glorious minutes, some much-needed shuteye from the past couple of sleepless nights. and yet, he’d somehow come out of it feeling much worse, like his body had finally caught up to his mind and he wished he’d never crawled into bed in the first place.

and because he hadn’t done anything for the fire, he didn’t think he should enjoy the warmth as well as the other have until he made some meaningful contribution. he’d wandered off, closer to the lake than he would’ve liked, but it was the only place besides the bonfire area that was lit enough by the dock nearby to see if he could find any more pieces of wood he could use for kindling to keep the fire burning. 

so far, he’d only managed to gather a few twigs, which would hardly do anything. probably easier to just pour some whiskey in it. or he could throw himself into the fire. whichever was more convenient.

the sound of some twigs snapping behind caused julian to turn around, nearly knocking himself out from under his feet in the process. a shadowy figure emerged from the trees, and from the little that julian could see, it was a person, which was much better than it being a bear. however, that person bearing an unfortunate resemblance to connor acosta might make him choose the bear instead. “i swear to god, if you start whipping your dick out to take a piss…” julian warned him, pointing a long, skinny twig in connor’s direction. the other, smaller twigs were carried in the right flap of his jacket which he held securely against his chest. “...i’m gonna shove this stick so far up your pee-hole it’s gonna come right out of your ass.” he usually wasn't so forthcoming with his hostility, but something about connor always just rubbed him the wrong way and brought out all vicious intents from him.

[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.

[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?"

[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.

[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

[laurieellingham]

✧･ﾟ— CLOSED STARTER @berkeleys

— CHARITY EVENT IN LOWER MANHATTAN ; EVENING

Laurie didn’t go to them as much as he would have liked, but charity events and galas were often the highlight of his social calendar. All sorts of members of high society- actors, business owners, politicians, philanthropists- all in one place putting their names and cheques to good causes.

Laurie had donned one of his finer suits. Nothing fancy, just plain black which was classy enough for him. He’d seen several men that had glittered lapels and jackets made from a fabric that looked like it belonged as a curtain in the Palace of Versailles. He thought that, to those men, he looked incredibly underdressed. But it wasn’t about the outfits, it was all about how much money they would all give to a good cause.

He was leaning against the back of the bar, a glass of scotch in hand, observing the crowd. He only knew a handful of people personally and was an acquaintance to many of the rest. But one familiar face, not even ten feet away, was Julian Berkeley: the Governor of New York himself. Eleven year old Laurie would never have believed that he would grow up to know someone as powerful and as prominent as Julian let alone be friends with him.

“Hey, Julian!” Laurie called. “Good turn-out tonight, huh?”

[full-tiltboogiearc]

@draconisa // julian x dany

It was a vice he’d been working to give up, but Julian had a long weekend, and the first thing he wanted to do after leaving the Christmas party was have a cigarette. Don’t get him wrong—it was a fun time and it made him feel good to be around the club. There was just something about having a smoke that felt like a nighttime routine for him, sort of like the bow placed on top of a good, but exhausting day. He waved goodbye to the last of the Vipers as they left the bar, then headed to the alley nearby, pulling out a pack of smokes.

Then, he heard the chatter of a group of guys—most likely wasted—in the distance. Furrowing his brows, he peered out to spot them, and approaching them was the familiar shape of a blonde's head of hair. Didn’t he just say goodbye to this girl at the party? Wasn't she on one of the other guys' arm all night? Sensing her nervousness as they approached the rowdy group, Julian shoved his cigarettes back in his pocket and emerged from the alley, wrapping an arm around the girl and patting her shoulder as they walked.

“Hey, thanks for waitin’ up for me,” Julian said, loud enough for the group ahead to hear. They noticed him, likely recognized his cut, and began walking the other direction. Turning to look at the girl now, he added, but in a lower voice: “That happens, just stare straight ahead. Keep walking strong.”

[goldsilked]

@julicnn

Hands outstretched, seeping with jewels. Chin thrown backwards, another raucous rush of laughter escaping her, a magnificent smile dripping from her lips. Madeleine de Limeuil shone, pirouetting across the dance floor with white silks billowing about her like sails of a Grecian vessel, her step light, her demeanour graceful, brighter than the comets that soared above the English isle. It mattered not that this was not France, not Rome, but England –– dowdy, forbidding England, its people as dank as its palaces. Madeleine had a talent for making a room her own and infusing it with her particular brand of magic, of light, that Caterina demanded from her ladies, a charm that proved untaught, as she watched from the velvet-strewn dais, an air of approval wafting about her. Casting her gaze across the crowd, Madeleine's eyes sought to ensnare a familiar face within her trap and, no sooner had one turned up, did a devious smirk settle upon the bourne of Madeleine’s lips, smoothed with Moorish honey, the column of her throat reddened from hours upon hours of dancing, her skin glistening –– like the ripened curve of a cherry, shining moistly in the morning dew and drizzle.

‘You, Mon Seigneur de Vere, I choose you.’ Diana, goddess of the hunt, nearing upon her prey, her French tongue rolling with delight. Laughter poured and the smell of Parisian wine spilled from her; making light the swishing of a hand, swaying in Julian’s direction, coaxing him to her side, a finger crooked toward her breast. She leveled a mirthful grin upon him, the arch of her brow questioningly raised. ‘Shall you honour me with a dance, old friend, in the eyes of all Europe?’

Madeleine openly taunted him, relishing in the gawping of those around the pair, as her eyes scanned his for any hint of disapproval – finding, in its stead, only the vicious vicissitudes of time shaping the Englishman’s – now much older – visage: the lines stamped around his eyes, the creases furrowed between his brows, the silver bristles woven amongst the sable threads of his beard. ‘I would recognize you by voice alone, monsieur. The decade has been kind to you and I, let us dance whilst we still might.’ Finally, she believed, persuading him to dance, Madeleine released Julian from her gambit and glissaded coyly to his side, the picture of contentment – a woman in her element.

‘My passion for English dancing is not so very fine, do you remember still the volta? A favourite of ours, on the continent.’