#ncturebcy

[aproperartist-blog]

continued : // @ncturebcy

         pale fingers carefully worked, sharp blade cutting along the coarse hairs of the man’s neck. a lowered gaze, darkened eyes buried under thick eye-lashes. the apathy in the barber’s voice was not unintentional. he was rapidly losing his care of other’s troubles. 

        ❝ kind of your friends to set up an appointment with me.  ❞

[thickcrskiin]

      “....so you and that satine woman seem to be getting along pretty well.” it wasn’t like she hadn’t noticed-- she noticed a lot of things, she was just quiet about it all most of the time. but whatever was going on between the two, she’d be happy that christian was potentially happy. that was all that mattered, right? he was her friend. // @ncturebcy  ♡ ‘d

[maitretmaitresse]

ncturebcy replied to your post:           Hey Guys, @rosewrists is an enabler but...

i saw the duke and had an immediate complex

but like in a good way? :p

[bloodshotkid]

// HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ONE OF MY BESTEST FRIENDS IN THE WORLD!!!!! Ryan, you're one of my favourite people ever. You're so talented, so funny, so smart and so sweet. You make me smile (and cry) pretty much every time I talk to you. You're a beautiful human being, and I love you so much! Happy Birthday, my dear friend! 💕 @ncturebcy

[bcforegod]

continued // @ncturebcy

                       ❝ he chose WRONG. ❞

the monk pushed past the young poet, nose crinkling together as he entered the moulin rouge. it smelt of semen and sweat and lust and sin. silas despised it. 

                        ❝ your duke, where is he? ❞

[pianokeysandbowties-archived]

christian. @ncturebcy

Startled, he almost dropped the hat he was holding in hand.

“There’s nothing wrong with it! It just doesn’t… Suit me..” Blue eyes cast a glance towards the red vest laying on one of the chairs, waiting to be put on. “A-And besides, it’s a- a pitch for a show! Not some r-romantic d-date.”

Christian chuckled nervously before adding, “the fact that the pitch is being brought to a-.. a b-beautiful woman doesn’t count.” He was way over his head.

Blaine fumbled to catch the hat but Christian managed to hang onto it and saved the day!  There was no way they could afford to replace it.  Considering it was a prop for said show they were pitching tonight?  Crushing it on the floor would have been a disaster. Christian was right.  The entire costume suit screamed everything that they were against but!  “Necessary evil, Christian!  Think of it as fitting in just so we can stand out in the long run??”

His arm jutted out, hand gesturing towards the entire ensemble they were forcing him to wear just to have their voices heard.  He was their only hope!  “They won’t give you a second glace without it.  Come on?  You can do this!  We’ll..um..be there?  Just, you know, in the background!”

[whimsyful-moved]

@ncturebcy​

                                                       “If the music teacher hears you singing like that, he’s going to force you to sign up for choir. Unless you’re already in it. Wouldn’t be surprising.”

Clementine had only come in to get the jacket she had left behind. Holey, not warm, always getting her in trouble suit jacket. None of that matted. She liked it too much to leave it behind, and it was the only (once) expensive thing she owned. If it wasn’t the jacket, it would be the rest of her clothing. It would be her hair. It would be her attitude. It would be something.

The door to their small English classroom was always open. The windows provided most of the light they had, but the grey clouds and rain made the place dim. Not enough to blind someone, but enough to make writing a pain.

His voice was gorgeous. That much, she knew. It was really like nothing she had ever heard before, and she heard plenty of songs on the radio from people who knew how to sing. Hell, she had heard her own voice. But his? It was different. It caught her attention, enough to make her forget about her jacket for just a moment. Maybe even a few moments.

She walked slowly over to the front desk, right where her jacket rested, and picked it up. She wasn’t yet ready to leave, though. No, not even close. She threw the boy she had stumbled across a glance, paired with the slyest smile.

“You got a name to go with that voice of yours?”

[onlyhopc]

“Zip Me”

▸▸ MEME.ZIP ME - DRABBLE ABOUT OBI-WAN DRESSING CHRISTIAN.

Always a stickler for appearances, Obi-Wan would happily preen someone to perfection (which of course, is a polite way of saying forever without end). Every time he caught sight of himself in a mirror or even a particularly reflective piece of glass, the young Initiate would generally pause just to check himself over. Make sure his hair was in place, his clothes neat and tidy. It was vain, he supposed, but it wasn’t as though he saw himself as particularly good-looking… simply that he wanted to make a good impression.

The target of his preening today, however, was his brother who was supposed to be meeting with Master Yoda for a review of his training. Hands straightening tunic, and belt, and hair. Evening licking his thumb and wiping at a non-existent stain on Christian’s cheek. He wanted to make sure his brother made the best impression possible (that, and it was Obi-Wan’s way of showing affection sometimes).

❛ Just stay still for one moment, ❜ he complained, tightening his grip on the boy’s shoulders as he checked him over one last time. Satisfied - well, somewhat - he smiled and leaned in the press a soft kiss on his younger brother’s forehead. ❛ It will be fine. Trust me. ❜