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.::AU::. RAGMIC Drabbles"What is that that you're drawing, Cheyenne?" Arthur peeked over the girl's shoulder, who was currently sketching a drawing in her notebook.
Cheyenne immediately turned bright red and pressed the notebook to her chest, looking forward to avoid eye contact with the man behind her. "N-Nothing!"
Arthur eyed her with an intrigued look before sighing and sitting down beside her. He turned his head to look at her face, smiling to himself as he did so. "You know, if your drawings are that private, you could always tell me to stop peeking over your shoulder."
"W-Well " Cheyenne was speechless; Arthur was right, once again. With a sigh, she pulled the notebook from her chest and looked down at the drawing with a small smile, her cheeks still tinted slightly red. " I was actually planning on showing you this one. It's one of the pictures I've worked really hard on, and I'm actually quite proud with this." She averted her eyes towards the British man beside her, whose eyebrows were rais
.::AU::. A Night Time JogAllison slammed her head upon the desk, groaning loudly out of frustration. "Why must this dumb college give us so much homework!?"
Yes, it may be Allison's last year in college, and yes, the college may be a high class school, but nobody could ever fathom why it gave so much homework in one night. It's worse than senior year in high school, and that year was quite torturous! Allison was getting a headache from thinking about graduating and whatever it may be that she does after leaving college. With a sigh, she stood up and threw her pencil on the desk. "If I can't do my homework, then I might as well do something productive!"
Pulling her hair into a ponytail, Allison trudged down the stairs and grabbed her sweatshirt off of the coat hanger. She still lived in her apartment with her older brother, Arthur, because they lived close enough to the college to walk there every day. She stopped by the front door and bent down to put on her converse, having troubles lacing up the strings. "Go
AU!AU - Elbrus Academy 2"You'd think that a damned filthy rich place like this would have its amenities," I muttered to myself, much to Arthur's amusement, it seemed.
"This isn't a finishing school, or the like, dear sister," I could hear the smile in his voice. "We do indeed have to put in some effort of our own."
"You're just happy to see me, aren't you?" I turned towards him, a questioning smile playing on my lips. "The last time you were this happy was when your team had beat Francis' during Sports Day some three years ago."
It seemed that maybe I'd touched some sensitive topic, as the smile from Arthur's face completely vanished. "Talking about Francis...he's here too, remember?"
"Ah, the Bonnefoys - yeah, I do remember...mainly art heists, if I'm not mistaken." I remembered how their family had somewhat of a reputation of being involved in most of the major art forgeries and thefts in history.
"Yes, however," Arthur paused, as if to recall information. "Francis' studying to be more in line with an indiv
Geetiano - I DoThere was nothing wrong with it, so why did it have to be illegal?
Feliciano Vargas never understood quite why visitors weren't allowed to feed the animals at the private menagerie that he worked in. If they were worried that something wrong would be fed to their people then they could just sell food to be fed to the animals, right? There were always options for everything! Some called him optimistic for his point of view others referred to it as childishness but Feliciano Vargas was always one to see the positivity in everything. But no one really ever heard out the opinion of a security guard, did they?
Yet there he was, chasing a complete stranger out of the blue.
well, strictly she was no stranger. He'd talked to her a few times before. Geety was her name.
"Hey, stop!" Feliciano called out to the girl but this time she was running as fast as she could. Geety was afraid that this time they'd really catch her and press charges on her. She never saw the harm in fee
AU: The Tragic Life of Feliciano VargasI returned to the computer, more importantly to my webcam, and showed the girl I was skyping with what I had brought back. The pillow wasn't too big and it wasn't too well kept together; it was an old pillow with some of the stuffing coming out of it. Granted, for an old pillow, it still looked mildly decent and the color of the flowery design hadn't faded too much.
"Do you see this?" I asked her with a bit of a whine in my voice. "Do you see what you have done to my Geetiano pillow? It's losing its fluff!"
Through the magic that was Skype, Geety was able to see my pillow and creepiness. She frowned a little bit and with a slight British accent, she spoke, "But shouldn't it have lost its fluff over a year ago?"
I looked down as I hugged my pillow a little tighter; my voice came out nearly as soft as Fleur's. "And I've been sad ever since I'm sorry; I'm just really emotional about this "
Geety just shook her head over in London, a place she had called home for about a ye
AT - Disorderly ConductRay, I hope you're ready for our date!" I laughed, as I saw Rayen making her way towards me.
"I hope Lars didn't hear that," she laughed, as she lightly hit me over the head. With a (fake) pout, I looked up at her, before smiling and picking up my tote bag. It was safe to say that Rayen and I were, in reality, very similar. Was it because we were both Aquarians? Possibly. A love for vintage things, nail varnish, shoes and a future in engineering? Hell to the yes! Rayen was, by far, my favourite shopping buddy we often found clothing which suited each other perfectly. There couldn't have been a better day to go shopping for Prom either it was hot and humid outside, however the mall was rather open-plan parts of it were out in the open, while other sections were air-conditioned. Dressed in a casual pair of khaki shorts and my dear t-shirt which said "If it weren't for law enforcement and physics, I'd be unstoppable," I was ready to conquer the mall! I remember when I
EdMar HeadcanonsEdMar headcanons
1. They met in high school, when Marisol was in 10th grade and Eduard was in 11th. At the time, Marisol was still involved with Ivan, though she was unhappy with him.
2. Eduard and Berwald get along very well contrary to what one might expect. Berwald likes Eduard's nerdy and computer-esque personality opposed to Ivan's and the others' brute-force concepts.
3. Ed and Marisol once went on vacation together; when Eduard told his family of Marisol and Berwald's plight, they were quickly invited to accompany the von Bock's to the shore. Marisol immediately agreed as she hadn't been on vacation in nearly five years; Berwald was a little more hesitant but agreed eventually.
4. Marisol and Eduard often spend their time watching local high school athletics; they've attended baseball, basketball, hockey, and volleyball matches together.
5. Though Eduard is not big on it, Marisol loves double and group dates. They have no particular pair t
AU - The Carriedo Children"I'm a lover, not a fighter."
At least...that is what he would like to believe, but he's been in his share of unwitting brawls. Meet Mark - Marcus Carriedo. He's not only the son of a very good-looking man, but he knows it well, and will use his good looks and exuberant charm to infinity and beyond. However, he is not bad by nature - indeed, he is curious, marginally hypersensitive (but luckily also rather dense) and mostly good natured - traits he has picked up from his mother. Unlike his mother, though, it is quite hard to anger him, and his happy-go-lucky nature saves him from a lot...which is a good thing, as he is singlehandedly capable of creating a lot of chaos. It also helps or him to be a Mamma's Boy, as his mother helps him often...but it does not exclude him from the scolding after. If one were to ask him about his number one hobby, he'd probably say 'girls' - believing that he is God's gift to the fairer sex, Mark is a born flirt. Though he doesn't mean harm - he's o
An Unusual DateGeety twirled around in the regal looking red robes she was dressed in; complete with a ridiculous looking red head piece, dressed as The Scarlet Witch, a super hero from a comic book.
She looked, in her opinion, quite ridiculous.
She tilted her head towards Feliciano, dressed as Doctor Strange.
She tried hard not to laugh, failing miserably, "What exactly were we going to do for our date?"
He laughed back. "We dress up like superheroes, and we put people in trouble for doing things like jay walking and littering!"
"That's going to be hilarious! Wait, when did I agree to it?"
"You let me decide this time, remember, bella?"
"Right, I remember."
"Andiamo, bella!" He took her by the hand and ran off.
"Haven't you been paying attention, bella?"
"That guy just littered! We have to go and talk to her!"
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