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I'm almost finished with this piece! (Sketch under the cut)

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do you have a nickname you give Mick when you’re mad at him? if so, what is it?

I have not yet been made at him once, so I haven't had the chance to think of this. My apologies.

Besides, I cannot imagine what he would have to do for me to be angry at him. I love him like barely anyone before, I cannot be mad at him.

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// No problem, take your time friend and I hope life goes easier on you :) !!

// hey everyone! i think it's a little obvious i've been a bit inactive as of late, and that's because of some IRL stuff in combination with me being a bit burnt out from writing.

i'll definitely give an update when i'm back from Writers Block Hell but as of right now, this blog will be on hiatus for a little bit. (won't be a long time, however I can't exactly give an estimate for how long it will be.)

thanks for reading and i hope you all have a good day today!

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"I am here for it, mon coeur. Also, may I add that I find your nervousness very endearing?"

Lucien splays his hands on Mick's chest, looking up to him with dilated pupils and half lidded eyes.

"Would a massage help you relax? We can go to my room and I can take care of you there if you want. This might help. In any case, I just want you to know that I am here for you and if there is any thing that you would would rather I did of I did not do, you only have to say it. Understood?"

Knock, knock.

"Mon chéri? Are you in here? I... I have an offer for you, if you are not too busy."

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It's been boring, these past few days. At least for Mick, anyway. He's reserved himself to tidying up whenever he's so inclined, although most of the time has passed with him taking apart his guns, or carving up what ever he can think to in the moment.

Which leads to now, with him sitting at the dining table as he idly thumbs through a magazine. The contents of it are useless to him, only skimming through it to occupy his hands as his thoughts primarily drift into nonsense.

The knock tugs him away from his mind, a sense of relief washing over him as he pulls himself from his seat and approaches the door, peeling away the blinds to look back at Lucien before wordlessly opening it with a click.

"Eh…" He glances back at the magazine, only now crossing his mind that it happened to be one on fashion. "Nah, I'm not. What did you have in mind?"

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"To some extent I feel the same way, you know? Nervous, scared that at any moment I do something wrong and I offend you or hurt you... But none of that actually happens. I hold you too close toy heart to ever be able to hurt you."

Lucien was thinking out loud.

"Maybe you don't like that I touch yoi that much? I... tend to be very tactile. I'm afraid it's almost a need with me. I feel that by touching, I am the closest to you. But maybe my touching you is making you uncomfortable? Is that the case, mon amour?"

Lucien gently swayed left and right with Mick still resting on him.

Knock, knock.

"Mon chéri? Are you in here? I... I have an offer for you, if you are not too busy."

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It's been boring, these past few days. At least for Mick, anyway. He's reserved himself to tidying up whenever he's so inclined, although most of the time has passed with him taking apart his guns, or carving up what ever he can think to in the moment.

Which leads to now, with him sitting at the dining table as he idly thumbs through a magazine. The contents of it are useless to him, only skimming through it to occupy his hands as his thoughts primarily drift into nonsense.

The knock tugs him away from his mind, a sense of relief washing over him as he pulls himself from his seat and approaches the door, peeling away the blinds to look back at Lucien before wordlessly opening it with a click.

"Eh…" He glances back at the magazine, only now crossing his mind that it happened to be one on fashion. "Nah, I'm not. What did you have in mind?"

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Topless spy

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Lucien's hand follow's Mick's head and he continues ro gently scratch his hair.

"Are you sure, mon amour? I can listen to you and you know I will always take your side, oui?"

Lucien adds a coupld of gentle kisses to Mick's head and his free hand goes to hold Mick's shaking fingers, intertwining between them to ground him.

"All is well, you are safe, you are with me, mon coeur."

Knock, knock.

"Mon chéri? Are you in here? I... I have an offer for you, if you are not too busy."

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It's been boring, these past few days. At least for Mick, anyway. He's reserved himself to tidying up whenever he's so inclined, although most of the time has passed with him taking apart his guns, or carving up what ever he can think to in the moment.

Which leads to now, with him sitting at the dining table as he idly thumbs through a magazine. The contents of it are useless to him, only skimming through it to occupy his hands as his thoughts primarily drift into nonsense.

The knock tugs him away from his mind, a sense of relief washing over him as he pulls himself from his seat and approaches the door, peeling away the blinds to look back at Lucien before wordlessly opening it with a click.

"Eh…" He glances back at the magazine, only now crossing his mind that it happened to be one on fashion. "Nah, I'm not. What did you have in mind?"

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"Mh." Lucien melts when Mick's lips come and find his own.

"Mh..." If Mick had his eyes open, he would see Lucien roll his in bliss at the squeeze on the small of his back. He feels himself melt in Mick's warm palms. Lucien moans softly, feeling Mick's fingers trembling, he just wants to convey to him that he feels very relaxed, so there is no reason for Mick to stress out either.

"The way you kiss me... I can feel you are tense, maybe scared or intimidated." Lucien gently intertwines his fingers with Mick's hair behind his neck. "Is everything alright, mon amour?" He gently massages his scalp and raises gentle eyes to him.

Knock, knock.

"Mon chéri? Are you in here? I... I have an offer for you, if you are not too busy."

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It's been boring, these past few days. At least for Mick, anyway. He's reserved himself to tidying up whenever he's so inclined, although most of the time has passed with him taking apart his guns, or carving up what ever he can think to in the moment.

Which leads to now, with him sitting at the dining table as he idly thumbs through a magazine. The contents of it are useless to him, only skimming through it to occupy his hands as his thoughts primarily drift into nonsense.

The knock tugs him away from his mind, a sense of relief washing over him as he pulls himself from his seat and approaches the door, peeling away the blinds to look back at Lucien before wordlessly opening it with a click.

"Eh…" He glances back at the magazine, only now crossing his mind that it happened to be one on fashion. "Nah, I'm not. What did you have in mind?"

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Lucien feels his whole body warm up under Mick's hands. He enjoys his touch and tries to stay focused on the task at hand.

"F-fine." He clears his throat and aims.

The arrow flies and strikes the apple on the cactus.

"I might have lied, mon coeur, and I hope you will forgive me." Lucien chuckles and puts the bow and quiver back in Mick's hand before gently tapping his shoulder. "I know how to use a bow and arrows, at least on immobile targets. But you are the master at this."

He laced his arms around Mick's neck and went to the tip of his toes to reach his ear.

"And please, feel free to adjust my posture at any time. Your hands on me make me... weak."

He pushed a gentle kiss on Mick's cheek.

Knock, knock.

"Mon chéri? Are you in here? I... I have an offer for you, if you are not too busy."

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It's been boring, these past few days. At least for Mick, anyway. He's reserved himself to tidying up whenever he's so inclined, although most of the time has passed with him taking apart his guns, or carving up what ever he can think to in the moment.

Which leads to now, with him sitting at the dining table as he idly thumbs through a magazine. The contents of it are useless to him, only skimming through it to occupy his hands as his thoughts primarily drift into nonsense.

The knock tugs him away from his mind, a sense of relief washing over him as he pulls himself from his seat and approaches the door, peeling away the blinds to look back at Lucien before wordlessly opening it with a click.

"Eh…" He glances back at the magazine, only now crossing his mind that it happened to be one on fashion. "Nah, I'm not. What did you have in mind?"

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Sniper breaks in threw the door holding a baby Scout.

"Mate WE HAVE A PROBLEM!!!"

Who is the lucky mother? I am jealous that you went and had a child with someone else.

@gunners-and-feathers

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Lucien takes a deep breath and tries to copy the stance as best as he can. His posture is straight, his feet anchored in the ground. His eyes dart between Mick and himself trying to comy him as faithfully as he can.

He then raises his eyes to Mick's.

"Is this good enough?"

Knock, knock.

"Mon chéri? Are you in here? I... I have an offer for you, if you are not too busy."

- @the-spy-red

It's been boring, these past few days. At least for Mick, anyway. He's reserved himself to tidying up whenever he's so inclined, although most of the time has passed with him taking apart his guns, or carving up what ever he can think to in the moment.

Which leads to now, with him sitting at the dining table as he idly thumbs through a magazine. The contents of it are useless to him, only skimming through it to occupy his hands as his thoughts primarily drift into nonsense.

The knock tugs him away from his mind, a sense of relief washing over him as he pulls himself from his seat and approaches the door, peeling away the blinds to look back at Lucien before wordlessly opening it with a click.

"Eh…" He glances back at the magazine, only now crossing his mind that it happened to be one on fashion. "Nah, I'm not. What did you have in mind?"

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"M-me?" Lucien's eyebrows jump. "Contrary to popular belief, I am old but not born in the middle ages. Therefore, I have no clue how to use this... equipment."

Lucien raises his eyes to Mick.

"Will you show me, please, mon amour?"

Knock, knock.

"Mon chéri? Are you in here? I... I have an offer for you, if you are not too busy."

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It's been boring, these past few days. At least for Mick, anyway. He's reserved himself to tidying up whenever he's so inclined, although most of the time has passed with him taking apart his guns, or carving up what ever he can think to in the moment.

Which leads to now, with him sitting at the dining table as he idly thumbs through a magazine. The contents of it are useless to him, only skimming through it to occupy his hands as his thoughts primarily drift into nonsense.

The knock tugs him away from his mind, a sense of relief washing over him as he pulls himself from his seat and approaches the door, peeling away the blinds to look back at Lucien before wordlessly opening it with a click.

"Eh…" He glances back at the magazine, only now crossing his mind that it happened to be one on fashion. "Nah, I'm not. What did you have in mind?"

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"Pardon, mon amour, I just enjoy seeing you so flustered."

Lucien walks over to Mick and stops when the arrow flies by and pins the apple to the cactus again. Lucien raises an impressed eyebrow.

"You, Monsieur, you have a way to twist and turn feelings inside of me like no other."

He closes the gap between him and Mick and laces his arms around Mick's neck.

"You are very attractive when you work, did you know that?"

Knock, knock.

"Mon chéri? Are you in here? I... I have an offer for you, if you are not too busy."

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It's been boring, these past few days. At least for Mick, anyway. He's reserved himself to tidying up whenever he's so inclined, although most of the time has passed with him taking apart his guns, or carving up what ever he can think to in the moment.

Which leads to now, with him sitting at the dining table as he idly thumbs through a magazine. The contents of it are useless to him, only skimming through it to occupy his hands as his thoughts primarily drift into nonsense.

The knock tugs him away from his mind, a sense of relief washing over him as he pulls himself from his seat and approaches the door, peeling away the blinds to look back at Lucien before wordlessly opening it with a click.

"Eh…" He glances back at the magazine, only now crossing his mind that it happened to be one on fashion. "Nah, I'm not. What did you have in mind?"

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// I love your style!! Amazing art as always!!

// attempting a new artstyle so im using these little guys as my guinea pigs

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translations:

"oh dear god" "smug bitch"

"damn aussie" "french oldies"

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👀

Hairs starting to get longer, it seems. Reckon it might be time for a trim soon… I don’t really trust the blokes here to put in the work, though. Or do it well.

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Lucien removed the apple which split into two. He came closer to Mick and handed him one half.

"Non, I am not." He took a bite of his own half. "And I fully intend to tickle your nerves all afternoon, mon coeur."

He raised himself to the tip of his toes and pushed a quick peck to Mick's cheek.

"That being said, your aim is impeccable. It is such a rush being at the end of your arrows. I can only dream of being under your largest one tonight..." He shrugged and nonchalantly took another bit of his apple.

Knock, knock.

"Mon chéri? Are you in here? I... I have an offer for you, if you are not too busy."

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It's been boring, these past few days. At least for Mick, anyway. He's reserved himself to tidying up whenever he's so inclined, although most of the time has passed with him taking apart his guns, or carving up what ever he can think to in the moment.

Which leads to now, with him sitting at the dining table as he idly thumbs through a magazine. The contents of it are useless to him, only skimming through it to occupy his hands as his thoughts primarily drift into nonsense.

The knock tugs him away from his mind, a sense of relief washing over him as he pulls himself from his seat and approaches the door, peeling away the blinds to look back at Lucien before wordlessly opening it with a click.

"Eh…" He glances back at the magazine, only now crossing his mind that it happened to be one on fashion. "Nah, I'm not. What did you have in mind?"

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"Yes, Sir." Lucien replied with his sultry voice. "Should I stand by the cactus and balance an apple on my head for you?"

Lucien took an apple out of his pocket and playfully threw in the air a few times as he went to stand beside the cactus. He balanced the apple on his head and stood still.

"I am ready, mon amour."

Knock, knock.

"Mon chéri? Are you in here? I... I have an offer for you, if you are not too busy."

- @the-spy-red

It's been boring, these past few days. At least for Mick, anyway. He's reserved himself to tidying up whenever he's so inclined, although most of the time has passed with him taking apart his guns, or carving up what ever he can think to in the moment.

Which leads to now, with him sitting at the dining table as he idly thumbs through a magazine. The contents of it are useless to him, only skimming through it to occupy his hands as his thoughts primarily drift into nonsense.

The knock tugs him away from his mind, a sense of relief washing over him as he pulls himself from his seat and approaches the door, peeling away the blinds to look back at Lucien before wordlessly opening it with a click.

"Eh…" He glances back at the magazine, only now crossing his mind that it happened to be one on fashion. "Nah, I'm not. What did you have in mind?"