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To my xmas story

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i want to say that in my opinion Curly did the most he could with the situation with Anya in canon. Jimmy is his best friend, in his place i wouldn't believe the words of some girl who is just his colleague, not a friend and not a partner. Jimmy is his best friend and anyone else in his place would have simply accused Anya of lying, but Curly really tried to do at least something, first of all he believed Anya

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His scars

Fandom: mouthwashing

Characters: Anya, Jimmy, Anya x Jimmy

Fanfic that i've promised to you. I rarely write them, so don't judge them harshly.

Jimmy knocked on Anya's cabin door, slightly nervous and staring at the floor. When there was no answer, he knocked again, but more insistently, and then impatiently opened the door. Anya looked up in surprise towards the doorway, but immediately smiled softly when she saw a familiar face.

—Oh, sorry, Jimmy. I didn't hear you knock. She took off her headphones and left them on her neck, then she completely turned her body towards him. She patted the small stool with the pillow on it for comfort and said, "Have a seat".

Jimmy exhaled slightly with displeasure and sat in the offered seat, frowning a little. 

—You know, it is not very polite to wear headphones when you're waiting for a guest.

—Come on, don't be so mean.

Anya smiled at Jimmy again. She always has such a soft and warm smile. Jimmy couldn't understand why he had ignored it for so long. He stared at her lips for too long, as it seemed to him, and then frowned, slightly embarrassed.

— You invited me to watch a movie. Let's not delay it.

Anya nodded, rolled her eyes a little and started running the movie on her tablet while settling into a comfortable chair simultaneously. She was glad that Jimmy actually came, although she had no doubts that he would, even though his response was ambiguous when she invited him, for some reason.

They watched the movie and exchanged comments about what happened along the way. Sometimes they laughed. Jimmy rarely laughed without anger and arrogance in his voice. His laugh seemed very funny and awkward to Anya. It was as if Jimmy were doing it for the first time and his body wasn't sure how to express such emotions. The man seemed very comfortable. Warm, soft light from the table lamp, the film in Anya’s company. He did not understand why he felt so comfortable around her and calm like with no other person. Jimmy relaxed so much that he didn't notice how he started to gesticulate more actively, as if his hands had finally been untied, and he could move them freely for the first time in so many years. Everything was fine. However, for some reason, he had a feeling that he had forgotten something important.

Jimmy stopped talking, catching his sleeve on the edge of the table, causing it to lift up and expose his arm. He forgot to put on his wristbands. He was daydreaming so much that he forgot to put them on before coming to her. His entire wrist and arm were covered with scars of varying degrees of freshness, like pink and white ribbons covering his entire swarthy arm. Anya stared at them with an emotion so incomprehensible to him that for a while he couldn't even move.

— It's just the mistakes of youth, we all were kids.

He tried to laugh it off. Anya frowned, still looking at his hand.

—Jimmy…they're pretty fresh..

The man clenched his hands into fists and fell silent, scared and disgusted. Disgusted with himself. Everything inside him was tightening, as if preparing to defend himself, not understanding where danger was coming from.

The girl reached out to his wrist with her hand, still not daring to look up at him. She took his wrist in both hands and could feel, even from a distance, how tense he was waiting for her response. Anya softened her expression and patted her fingers over his scars.

—It's okay. 

Jimmy exhaled, trying to exhale all the tension that accumulated in him in that moment, which felt like an eternity to him. Anya stroked his hand and finally looked up, so kind and caring, at him.

—I have a first-aid kit, I'll treat them and they'll heal faster, okay?

She smiled at him, waiting for his answer. Jimmy nodded silently, looking at her. ThThe girl stood up and walked to the closet.. She rummaged through it for a few moments, then took out a small box. From this box, she extracted healing ointments and bandages, and sat down again with Jimmy. She began by treating the cuts on Jimmy's wrists, which had already started to heal but were still inflamed. Then she methodically wrapped his hand in bandages. She repeated the process with his other hand.

Jimmy watched the whole thing in silence, not daring to say anything to her. For some reason, he felt ashamed that she had seen this and had to treat his mistakes. When Anya bandaged his hands, however, he felt warm and comfortable. The wounds no longer hurt as much, only itching slightly under the bandage. 

—Better, huh?

She gently took his hands into hers, they felt so tiny compared to his own. Anya gently squeezed them and looked into Jimmy's eyes.

— I hope this helps you.— She hesitated for a moment, as if trying to find the right words—Not to torture herself. I'm worried about you.

A little uncertainly and not immediately, Jimmy answered her with a short and quick nod, as if he was responding to a scolding from his stepfather.

— Let's keep watching the movie. I've already taken up a lot of your time.

Jimmy frowned and turned to face the screen.

Anya smiled at him again, turned the movie back on, and settled back into a comfortable position in the chair.  She would definitely fit this situation into his psychological profile.

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Do you have any more lore about your Michael?...

Well, yeah

Michael was the standard, the perfect angel, as God intended him to be and he reported directly to him. When the council began to seize power, he and his legion rebelled, and they would have defeated the council if not for the betrayal of some who wanted a place on the council. For his rebellion, he was imprisoned in the depths of hell.

Michael was and remains Gabriel's favorite brother and the closest angel of all. Also, according to my version, Gabriel's swords are Michael's sword divided into two. The armor also does not originally belong to him.

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I don't know how to answer on reblogs properly so...

Those basic three in Hipaint

Chalk, 8B and coal block(I guess)

I just do shading with really small brush

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I've been thinking about Anya and Jimmy celebrating Christmas

he flew to her in Chicago (there is no reason for choosing the state, I just don’t know any other cold states besides Chicago and Alaska). She is very happy to see him since they haven’t seen each other in person for a long time, when he comes to her house he only has time to drop off his things when Anya immediately drags him for a walk along the evening streets. I imagine an extremely cute and cozy atmosphere of Christmas lights illuminating the street, how they look at colorful shop windows, she warms her hand in his pocket, chatting about everything. Perhaps they played snowballs later, and Anya got covered in snow. She was frozen, but decided not to tell Jimmy so that they could walk longer. When they came home, he had to warm up her feet. The main thing is that they had fun.

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I decided to write some stuff about my mouthwashing AUs

Anya and Jimmy, who I was thinking about yesterday

Anyway, Jimmy just helped her a couple of times and gradually, because he started to just communicate with her more often, he began to see her as a real person, and not just a sad girl who can't do shit. Well, and gradually they became closer, because Anya noticed, obviously, that he began to behave differently, especially towards her and in general became kinder or something. I decided that he should change on his own to be with her, and not she should try to fix him, so yes, he himself is gradually improving as he gets closer to her.

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Jimmy's movements are rather constrained and abrupt, as he has been under constant tension all his life. Both in the family and at work. Even with Curly, it is difficult for him to completely relax, as he is always envious of him and thus immerses himself in negative thoughts. He only manages to completely relax with Anya, but this was very difficult, of course.