if you want to dress gay but arenāt sure how, you need to focus more on finding clothes you actually like and that make you feel good when you look in the mirror. develop your style independently of what you think looks gayest and trust the homosexuality will follow. it goes where confidence and self acceptance are
I'm re-watching the fight from episode 29 and a fun knightingale note: after Julien stays to make sure Occtis gets through the door, Occtis says, "Why are you worrying about me?" in a passive way, clearly Alex not expecting an answer since Matt's about to take his turn. Then he looks at Laura who smirks and does a little suggestive shoulder wiggle. I cannot wait for whatever these three have going on to be at a table together.
CONTEXT: I scrolled past a beautifully phrased post by @heytherecentaurs praising Alex and Aabria's fantastic range that I fully agree with and love and it would be amazing to make a better compilation of them, but my brain came up with a tiny edit I wanted to make instead, so uhhhhhh... Ya know.
I would attach it as a reblog but likeā It does nnnnnoooot match the tone with which they praised them, so it feels. Inappropriate.
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ā¼ļø Minor warning for some screaming?? I mean, it's INTENSE sounding, but the source of the audio is rayisoflight on TikTok being blinded by some bright truck headlights.
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If I get 10,000 posts in my dataset before August 31st 2026, I will post my preliminary findings then. I won't feel comfortable calling my findings "settled" before 2027, unless I get over 50,000 posts.
I saw a post about Liam alluding to issues between Hal and Alogar on Beacon, which makes me think Alogar wanted to join the rebellion, wasn't allowed because he was too young, and grew bitter when he learned about people like Azune and Tunk. This in turn makes his positive relationship with Julien even more of a comedy goldmine.
Alogar: On one hand, I wish I'd been allowed to join the Torn Banner when I was 15. On the other hand, I'm glad I didn't have to fight you.
Julien, nodding sagely and missing the point: I would've kicked your ass.
I feel like Julien would be getting upset about how kinky he is over Occtis' Sundered houses voice and Occtis would just be kind of amused by it.
This man is having a serious sexual crisis over your nobility voice and you're laughing. You're laughing.
Oh it's an issue.... Aspen.
Julien grew up around noble houses. He grew up hearing about Noble houses. Leaning about them. His was the best, but he understood and appreciated the other houses. He was proud of his place to serve.
He never gave much thought to other members of other houses. He did his best to memorize names and faces and to know the ones that were closest to his Lady.
She used to call him hopeless. It was in a kind voice, and he never bore her any ill will for it. As he grew older he took pride in it, even that she could accurately assess the strengths and weaknesses of all that was hers, and that she trusted him enough to share. He could protect and defend his Lady, and if he couldn't tell Marius Cormaray from Mark? Well, hopeless he might be, but his purpose was served
When he met Occtis, he vaugly knew his name, and that was about it. He has the look of a Tachonis about him, but he never sounded or acted like them, so Julien filed him away as unconnected and it wasn't an issue. Well, it was for Occtis, occasionally, when he felt Julien was being disrespectful. But it wasn't a problem for Julien, which was the point.
Until it very much was.
Julien hasn't even realized Occits was capable of The Voice at first. The boy was normally softer spoken, more of an academic than anything.
"Julien. Bring that box here. Now."
It was probably the sixth or seventh time he had asked, but Julien had felt his time was better spent lingering by the doorway, making eyes at the pretty young page who had delivered it, chatting him up a bit. But then he heard that voice and he was already turning, pushing the door closed with an apologetic look to the young man and trotting over to put the box down without even thinking.
"Thank you, Julien." It was no longer The Voice but when he looked down there was a flash of a smile and that combination was. Well.
Julien Davinos was well and truly fucked.
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It wasn't even always when Occtis was issuing a command making a request. The Voice would sneak out in all sorts of places. Sometimes when offering an opinion, sometimes a slightly snarky comment after they passed someone on the road, and one particularly mortifying time when The Smile came at the same time (utterly unfair of him) when Julien had stepped between him and a nasty undead thing that seemed extra focused on their wizard.
It was Doing Things to him. And the knowing, amused looks from Occtis were not helping. Not that those things were noticeable to anyone else else, Julien was very good at making sure his face was schooled and there was something in front of his crotch if necessary. He hadn't been turned on this often since he first went to train at Castle Torch.
The problem was that Castle Torch had slightly more chances for privacy to deal with such things, and significantly more ready and willing partners. But here on the road? Camping in the wilderness, or sharing a room when they were in a town? His only companions an elderly elf, an undead boy with striking eyes, and Thaisha Lloy? It was a particular form of torture made particularly for one Julien Davinos.
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Julien didn't know why he had expected privacy in the room. It was technically for him and Occits, he didn't trust the boy to his own room and had insisted they share, but Occtis had gone with Thaisha to pick up some supplies and that should have taken at least half an hour.
It had seemed like a good idea at the time, laying back on the bed and taking his cock in his hand, to deal with some of this nonsense. His mind drifted between his three companions, trying his best not to preference one over the others. But that voice, that Voice kept coming back to him, and he moaned as he wondered what it might feel like to hear it now, what Occtis might say if the undead could even take people to bed, what comments he might make, what praise he might offer, what demands he might make.
"Occtis..... fuck say that again...." There was no harm saying it out loud to the empty room, finding himself close to the edge quickly. "Fuck.... fuck.... yes... yes, my lord....." He was so close, already past where he could stop himself when he noticed two little button eyes staring at him from over the edge of the bed, unblinking and taking in everything, far more intently than the little creature tended to do... unless a certain person was watching through his eyes and... listening through it's ears.
Have not been able to stop thinking about this & ended up writing an Occtis POV (^_^;) also this version has them in an established relationship āØfor flavorāØ
Hope you enjoyyyyyy ā my brainās still chewing on it so i might keep going with it but Iām so obsessed with this i had to share
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Occtis hadnāt intended to spy on Julien, but Thaisha had gotten caught up chatting with the druid running the apothecary the way one's mother does when unexpectedly encountering a distant friend in public, and he was boredāso he decided to see what Pin was up to.
A corner of their room at the inn faded into view as he connected to the fox, a sorely mutilated, though apparently still living cockroach squirming about before him. He psychically rolled his eyes at Pin for its habit of torturing insects and moved a paw to relieve it of its suffering. As he did so, the creak of a mattress and a familiar groan sounded through the room.
Occtis turned to get a look at the source of the noise and was met with the sight of Sir Julien Davinos, relaxed and reclined against the headboard with one hand fisted in his hair and the other firmly stroking his cock. It was a beautiful sight, indeed, and though he knew he should give Julien his privacy, Occtis found himself unable to resist the urge to stay and watch. The noises Julien made as he pleasured himself were delicious, breathy grunts and pants that Occtis wished he could tasteāand resolved to do so later that evening once they were alone together at last. Then Julien moaned, deep and resonant like he did as Occtis fingered him open, and Occtis wondered what he was imagining behind his closed eyelids.
Whatever his fantasy, Julien was fully immersed in it. āOcctis, fuck,ā he groaned, sending a bolt of electric want through the wizard at the sound of his own name.
āFuck, say that again,ā Julien begged his mindās Occtis, hips bucking up against his hand as his pace quickened.
āFuck, yes,ā Julien panted, voice growing ever more desperate as his climax drew near.
āYes, yes, my lord, fuckāā Occtis wondered if heād heard correctly as his title sang out from Julienās lips, though he didnāt have to wonder for long.
Julien was immediately spilling over his hand, a litany of Occtisā name interspersed with moans of, āyes,ā and āfuck,ā and āthank you, my lord,ā escaping his mouthā and oh, wasnāt that interesting?
Occtis watched dazedly for another moment as Julien caught his breath, then began to disconnect from Pin as Julien moved to clean himself up. Before he was fully gone, however, he noticed Julien freeze; noticed him looking right at Pin like a child caught elbow-deep in the cookie jar.
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