looks like zoroark has a secret admirer ~
I used a program called flash 8 pro ~~
And yes I am self taught actually! But as soon as I entered high school, I had actual art classes that helped me A LOT. It’s really worth it in the end !
i feel bad for not being online for a month ; A ;
sorry guys!! My internet was down for the past couple weeks, but im back now!~~~ im trying out this painterly style, and its so much fun??!
OH YEA AND IVE BEEN PLAYING POKEMON YIS.
The penis necklace was kinda nsfw lmfao
its just in case ya know, but u should thank jenn for writing the fic!
i just drew them aijdaisjklc
So here’s a collaborative fluffy one-shot with illustrations set one year in the future during Christmas because both of us (me and Jenn) pretty much accepted that tinf ruined our lives but that’s totally okay because we love the comic to bits bUT ANYWAY we hope you like it, nikki!
Undercut contains content nsfw
On a bustling Wednesday afternoon, Julian accompanied his mother and sister to the mall to gather several presents for her friends as well as his own, granted he felt a twinge of guilt that he waited until the last minute, but as he glanced at the surrounding area of frantic teenagers rifling through potential gifts and adults impatiently waiting in hour-long lines, the guilt wavered away with time. In a matter of hours, Julian was slowly trudging behind the pair, whimpering inwardly as his quavering arms were giving in with the different assortments of boxes he had to carry, the stack barely gave him a chance to see ahead of him or a side-view perception, any sudden jerk risked the collapse of the intimidating pillar of boxes. Heaving a heavy sigh of relief his mother decided to have her children relax to eat in the food court before continuing their Christmas present conquest, Julian glumly stabbed the prongs of his fork into a chunk of watermelon.
Throughout the stores he visited he secured presents for Isaiah and Shelby, his purchases perked a small smile on his lips: he hoped as soon as he returned to school they would be delighted with their presents. Droning out his mother’s reminder not to play with his food, Julian fiddled with the grape wedged between the melon and cantaloupe chunks – he bought a present for his sister and mother last week when he made the solo trip to the mall, his friends were already covered, all that was left was a present for Landon.
Disregarding the watermelon completely, he stabbed the grape moodily. Julian figured he was only buying a present for Landon for all that he owed the Godfather of high school! Despite all the unfavorable circumstances—like being chased by thugs wielding knives that possessed the only certain bloodlust in their eyes while riding a tricycle—Landon was still…a friend.
"Sweetie, why don’t you invite Landon over for Christmas this time?"
Gazing at her in a befuddled manner she would bring up his name so suddenly, it took him a few seconds to process her question. “Wait, what? But…but mom!” he spluttered, “dad wouldn’t want Landon around!” Personally he felt an anticipating apprehension having Landon waltz around his home as he pleases, his mother encouraged the friendly teasing and Landon would have been more than happy to oblige.
His mother laughed heartily, “He’s going to be working, and just because your father says one thing doesn’t mean it’s a law in the house,” she said sweetly, gathering their waste on the plastic tray. “I make the rules and your father listens, so do invite Landon,” she quirked her head slightly, “okay, Julie?”
Knowing he lost the battle, he sighed through his nose, a familiar sense of dread returned when he stole a glance at the assortment of boxes and bags he had to carry again. His mother enthusiastically clapped her hands together after she set their tray on the tray top of the garbage bin, announcing to her children there was a lovely little store that she had to check and that perhaps a present could be found for Landon inside. Julian choked on his saliva before he could respond with a retort laced with denial, but his mother was quick on her heels, however he did shoot Leslie a glare at her knowing giggle.
At the end of their shopping experience during the setting afternoon, his mother and sister made a stop at the supermarket while he, physically and mentally exhausted, remained in the car, his mind distracted as he tugged on a loose thread on the cuff of his sweater. He tried to convince his family to stop their sideline chuckles as he purchased Landon’s gift: three gifts to be exact. A justified reason like, “He actually needs this!” did not cease their laughter, his huffy indignation only made mother ruffle his blond hair playfully.
Julian reached for the bag containing the presents for his friends, with a boyish smile he really did hope they would like their presents.
Strumming his guitar, Landon craned his neck, briefly looking at his window with disinterest: a chilling wisp of wind swept into his room that erupted goosebumps on his arms. While debating whether he was willing to tolerate the cold weather or turn around completely to close his window, an eraser was tossed into his room that bounced off his wall, plopping onto the carpet with a soft thump. A piece of string was attached to the eraser, bounded by a single layer of clear tape to prevent the string from slipping off, on the other end was a sheet of folded loose leaf, the string tied at the chad of the paper.
Before he could react the sound of a hurriedly closed window followed shortly after. Perplexed, Landon blinked twice then returned his focus on the eraser and letter in his room, a smile crept on his face as he swung his legs off his futon, fastening his blue pajama pants slipping off the contours of his protruding, bony hips. In a languid stride, he snatched paper from the floor, reading its content with a snicker.
'Be here on the 25th ok! If you're not already busy that is… and it's my mom that wants you here if that's what you're thinking!
My dad’s not gonna be here so yeah I guess if you’re coming, be here around the morning? Don’t forget!!!’
In a modest attempt to look decent, Landon tugged his tank-top down to even the creases, he laughed softly under his breath Julian was ever eager even in short letters – a sentiment he appreciated that warmed his cheeks and the tip of his ears. He returned to his comforter, neared his window, and leaned against the sill, eyeing the notice taped against Julian’s window that read: “Don’t forget!”
In leveled, mischievous voice, Landon asked, “Are we going to have a candlelight dinner for the both of us later too, princess?”
Landon could only view his neighbor’s hand tear the paper off from the glass frame only to be quickly replaced by a new sheet smacked in the same spot. In large, bolded streaks and heavily underlined emphasis, Landon received a simple endearing response of “NO.”
Mrs. Drees opened the front door for Landon, her warming smile and inviting voice ushered the teen to enter. She expressed a genuine excitement that her son’s longtime friend joined their holiday event, and complemented him swiftly for his effortless ability to look handsome in the traditional old-fashioned Christmas sweater and casual black sweats. Before she excused herself, she told him a present for his father was under the tree, a pair of extra slippers should be near the coffee table, and that Julie will be down in a second.
Despite himself, Landon snickered at the comment. He made himself comfortable on the sofa, set aside his snow dusted boots and slipped on the pair of black cat slippers adorned with bells on the collar—he could only think how typical it was that Julian would have found and owned a pair of feline footwear—dumped the bag of presents beside him, and mulled over the incessant itch to smoke for the past two days, but he steeled his resolve to keep himself away from nicotine so the odor would not stick to his clothes during his visit.
Julian would have taken his cigarette regardless if he was spotted.
After a few minutes of sitting by himself on the sofa, he was going to tread into the kitchen and offer Mrs. Drees a helping hand, but his attention broke away from the view of the kitchen to the bell-jingling footsteps approaching: Julian entered the living room, a visible hint of drowsiness on his face, he rubbed his eye with the hem of his yellow and purple fleece kitten-printed sleeve and gave a bleary visual sweep of the room.
"Oh, you’re here…" Julian drawled sleepily.
"Now, now, no need to get overexcited," Landon said playfully, "it’s natural to be eager when I’m near."
Julian’s hand fell back to his side as he rolled his eyes, as if reminded he excitedly walked over to the tree, collecting the presents beneath. Beaming a flustered smile, Julian told him, “Merry Christmas, by the way! I, uh, these are for you,” he mentioned a little quieter, to ease the embarrassment he nervously laughed under his breath, “um, I didn’t expect to go so overboard, aha…”
Julian claimed the free spot beside Landon, curious but patient to ask him about the gifts Landon brought over, and set two of three presents down. “This one’s first!”
On the other end, Landon suppressed the urge to bury his face into his hands. He’s too cute for his own good, he thought, but he accepted the offered present with a sheepish grin. He nodded, “Yeah, happy holidays. Did you think long and hard what to get me,” he cheekily asked, his tone amused, “was I on your mind, princess?”
"S-Shut up!" Julian snapped with mild indignation, he sighed through his nose a moment after: leave it to Landon to be as merciless during special occasions as he is during school.
"Dear Santa, am I getting a coupon book that includes getting smothered with love by Juls?" Landon said aloud as he tore off the gift wrap, he had a moment of personal gratification catching Julian’s mouth tremble out of the corner of his eye. Removing the lid of the small box revealed a folded wool scarf tucked between a plush layer of stuffing paper.
Regaining his composure, if not retaining a faint hue of pink on his cheeks, Julian clarified, “Remember last year during our snowball fight? You, uh, gave me my scarf back and…I thought it would be useful for you? Sometimes you stay outside in the cold—I look out the window, okay! You just happen to be there when I do!—so use this so you don’t get sick again!”
Landon was going to tease him that he actually preferred being ill for a few days, Julian would cater to his needs like a grumpy mother hen, after all
it was nice being adored,
it was nice having company.
"I’ll try," he said, a fond smile replacing the grin for a brief moment.
Julian was a little stunned by the warm expression of endearment that in a quick, rushed motion he pushed the second gift over the scarf’s box, excusing himself as he scampered into the kitchen to fetch something.
Ripping off the second present’s gift wrap, Landon fished a black mug from the box and paused to examine the item curiously: he appreciated the thought regardless, but it was a strange token nonetheless. Julian returned to his seat with a cup filled with hot chocolate, without further explanation he transferred the chocolate into the mug.
"It’s heat activated!" he quipped energetically. "It was really popular for its different messages! Maybe yours might funny?"
Landon turned the mug, the black film gradually faded into white, its text revealed in large, capitalized letters. Snorting, Landon drew his eyes half-lidded, a twinkle of mischief surfacing from the apparent, crudely written complement on his mug. “Is this actually one of your dark secrets, Juls? If it is, I’m honored to have your official recognition.”
To clear the bemused expression off Julian’s face, he passed the mug over, relishing the moment the blonde’s innocently sweet smile deflated into a horrified grimace.
'PROUD OWNER OF A BOOTY TOO FINE.'
Landon darted his tongue over the top row of his teeth. “I’m Julian-approved.”
"It wasn’t—I didn’t think—just open your third present, idiot!" he huffed; he grumbled something inaudible under his breath as he set the mug on a spare coaster.
Amused by reducing Julian to a nerve-frazzled mess, he heartily he did as Julian requested and tore the gift wrap off the heftier box between the other two he was given. Inside was a lengthy brown scrapbook, assorted colored paper peeking out of the corner of the sheets. Landon carefully plucked it from the box; he spared a glance at Julian offering a pleasant smile of approval.
"My mom and Leslie got this idea. A few days ago my mom found a bunch of pictures when we were little," he leaned forward and pointed a finger on a picture, "she caught us playing on the lawn here, and here when we got tired and fell asleep on each other."
Turning the next few pages, the color scheme changed into a mix of different variations of blues for their first winter. The frame of the pictures were decorated with Christmas patterned paper and several snowman, pine trees, and snowflake stickers. “She also got us when we were building snow forts…the snowman is…there’s our snowman!”
During their more current high school years, the decorative pictures and stickers followed the seasons of the time that elapsed. “I have to really thank Isaiah! I was asking him for a bunch of prints that was saved on his phone during the last minute, but it was really funny looking through the pictures during our snowball fight! Oh, if you go even further, there’s the current page that you can fill up for this Chr-“
Landon maintained a calm demeanor throughout Julian’s lovable, talkative banter over one photo to the next that he could no longer control the impulse as he pressed his lips against Julian’s temple,
and it took about four second for Julian to process a reaction as he pushed Landon away from his face, his mouth wide agape, his throat dry as he croaked, “Q-Quit doing that! At least tell me when you’re going to do something funny!”
Unfazed, he merely laughed. “Oh? So if I wanted a kiss with tongue, you’ll let me? You did say tell you, princess.”
"You know what I mean!"
Landon placed the book on the coffee table, reached for one of presents he brought, and threw him arm around Julian, disregarding the rowdy protest. “Open it,” he said, plopping the box on Julian’s lap, “you’ll be really pleased with this one, I know I was.”
Despite getting riled over Landon’s remarks, Julian eagerly removed the gift wrapping, a wide smile perking the corner of his lips: the box smaller than the rest, sure, but he could not wait to-
why was there a penis dual necklace with engraved letters that read ‘Best’ on the scrotum and ‘Friends’ on the shaft resting on a velvet pillow.
"It splits in two for the both of us." To prove his point, Landon used his free hand to press his finger between the nearly indistinct split between the sac and base of the shaft. "Pick either or, go ahead. Personally, I don’t have much a preference myself, I like them both equally."
"Why…I’m not-I can’t wear this in public!” he huffed heatedly, completely red in the face, his fingers had a quavering grip on the box.
"Sure you can." Landon snatched the dick portion of the gift; he gave Julian his space to demonstrate as he slipped the necklace through his head, then neatly tucking the chain under his sweater.
Much to his reluctance, Julian cringed as he could see the dangling piece of the trinket rub his nose when he fitted it through his head, his lips forming a thin, fine line hiding the present under the collar of his pajamas. Sighing through his nose, Julian helped himself to the other present, occasionally breaking his focus from unwrapping to shooting a deathly glare at Landon’s satisfied, smug disposition. He was relived it was a safe, friendly present rather than another phallic trinket he would be subjected, for the spirit of the holidays, to accept wholeheartedly.
"Something cute for an actual cutie," Landon assured.
A pink angora sweater was folded crisply, Julian plucked the piece of clothing to inspect it for possible foul or suggestive words hidden on the back or on the sleeves, but Julian smiled earnestly when he noticed the hood had cat ears, tufts of white, furry material stuffed inside. Jokes on Landon though, Julian thought, he would actually wear this! Or at least at home.
Returning the sweater back in the box, Julian thanked Landon meekly, to which he earned just as modest of a response yet instantly recovered with a teasing comment that Julian droned out completely when he focused on the remaining present with his name on the labeling sticker.
Landon handed the third present over and leaned back on the sofa. “It’s something homemade,” he explained vaguely, a little jolt running down his spine when he heard the gift wrap tear off.
It was a thin, transparent case containing a blank-looking disc. Julian popped the case open, regarding his present with a natural, inquisitive look. “What’s this? Is there something in it?”
Bashfully, Landon raised his finger to scratch his cheek. “It’s music, recorded music,” hesitating but deciding he needed to recover his confidence for Julian, he added, “made by yours truly. I’m serenading you; I’ll cross my fingers you’ll for me faster this way if you haven’t already.”
Brushing aside the extra playful remarks, Julian flashed an enthusiastic grin. “Thanks! As long as it’s not that song from last time, I’ll listen to it tonight!”
Satisfied, Landon focused on Julian shuffling to sort his presents and dumping all the gift wrap in one pile – maybe if he caught it, Julian would discover the hidden track on the last song. Perhaps he wouldn’t, it did take nine minutes for the track to be heard, and by then anyone would assume the disc was done completely.
And even if Julian never heard it, never found out, Landon thought that was okay too, after all, it was just a silly little romantic track.
Mrs. Drees reappeared in the living room, she asked the two if they already shared presents, to which they responded with a nod. She turned on the television, explaining she was waiting for casserole to finish cooking in the oven, then rambled on about her past Christmases with her family and embarrassing stories of Julian that Landon was more than delighted to listen to.
Giggling, she told him at one point, “Did you know when Julie always wanted a kiss under the mistletoe? He got the idea from those books he always read! Isn’t that the cutest thing you have ever heard?”
Landon smirked deviously. “The cutest.”
Much later after the general festivities that included partaking in a large meal, slapping the eggnog touched with a smidgen of alcohol from Landon’s hand, marathoning different holiday themed movies, and Julian observing and assisting Landon in the kitchen to prepare desserts—clumsily he nicked his finger with a knife, Landon chuckled quietly on the sideline and offered to kiss the pain away, although the response he received was his childhood friend choking on the words caught in his throat—before finally ending the afternoon with Mrs. Drees asking Landon to sleep the night in Julian’s room.
"It’d be my pleasure to keep Juls company."
When she nodded and resumed her discussion with Leslie, Landon darted his tongue out, hinting at the devious suggestion of sharing the bed together. Julian buried his face into his palms, groaning away his disbelief.
Eventually his mother intervened again, she recovered her camera after a search around her cabinets, and busily she snapped photos of the remainder of their Christmas together. Leslie snuck behind the pair, waving a plastic mistletoe between their faces, she had a bright intensity of determination her in eyes as a natural romantic to spur a moment between the two, she also mentioned that it would make a memorable photo in Landon’s scrapbook. When Landon cooed at her consideration, Leslie huffed and flicked leaves of the ornament directly on his eyes.
Shifting his attention to Julian, he licked his lips. “C’mon, Juls, it’s tradition,” he coaxed impishly.
Defeated, Julian heaved a winded sigh and closed his eyes – there was no winning this battle, he was put into a position that it was far too late to flee. “Fine…” Spirit of the holidays, he reminded himself.
But in that moment Landon gave him a break to alleviate the visible blush creeping on his cheeks, so with a content smile he leaned forward, leaving a lingeringly sweet kiss on the tip of Julian’s nose before retracting slowly, anticipating some endearing reaction. In the background Mrs. Drees giggled, confessing she snapped the picture.
Julian’s blonde lashes fluttered open, after pausing for brief moment, as if trying to process the lackluster effort that he closed his eyes for, his eyebrows knit together in mild frustration. In unison, Leslie and Julian roared, “At least do it right!”
Shooting his hands forward, he curled his fists against Landon’s sweater, pulling him forward: their teeth clattered against each other from the rough, nerve-induced impact, he nearly felt self-conscious when realization dawned on him he initiated a kiss with Landon while his lips were dry and chapped, but proud nonetheless that a small, surprised noise escaped the lanky teen. At the click of camera, Julian tore himself away from a shell-shocked Landon; he immediately excused himself before anyone else in the room could make a comment. The slam of a door echoed throughout the house, shattering the silent atmosphere looming over the three left in the living room.
Slouching on the sofa, Landon lolled his head against arm rest; concerned, Mrs. Drees asked if Landon was fine.
He nodded for her sake, but he was far from okay—
Cupping his hands against his face, his fingers rubbed soothing circle on the bridge of his nose. Through the peaks of his digits, he gazed dreamily at the wall with a newfound, distracting interest.
…Who was he kidding?
—he had fallen too deep: he really did catch feelings for Julian Drees.
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fic~ shes the greatest !