So I just met this guy who totally looked like Grantaire in a sweet-shop in Scotland and after I stared a little I bought some fudge and told him I like his tattoo and then he told me about ten minutes about the meaning and everything and when I said i’m too thinking about having one myself he stopped for a moment, then said, ‘Ah well, just forget everything I said, do what the fuck you think looks beautiful and it will.’ And if that’s not a total Grantaire-thing I don’t even know.
I don’t draw Veers as often as I’d like mainly because I spend more time talking @white-rainbowff‘s ears off about him and re-psychoanalysing his character after reading his scenes in Side Trip. Not to mention I have to draw more Thrawn to fill up that artbook.
As much as I would love to rattle on about this Beautiful, Intelligent, Aggressive Boy™, I shall just share my favorite scene of Veers in Side Trip below the cut *runs away*
If there was one thing Davey hated more than anything, it was grocery shopping. He knew it was necessary, he had to get food for him and his brother somehow, but it was just tiring. It was a fifteen minute drive to the nearest supermarket from his apartment, and Les always insisted on being in control of the radio, which led to him constantly flipping through the channels until they got there. It didn’t help that the channel Les seemed to settle on the most was the country station, which just so happened to be the station he was on at the moment.
Davey glared at the winding road as Les hummed the song on the radio, assumedly something by… Luke Bryan? He didn’t really know, and didn’t really care. He just wanted to get to the store already. Sighing, Davey looked over to Les for a split second. “Hey, Les, could you change the station, please?” he asked. Les scratched his chin, humming in fake concentration, before responding. “Nah.” he said, smiling at his older brother. Davey groaned and hit his head off of the steering wheel, causing his younger brother to laugh. Just then, a thought popped into his head. “If you change the channel, I’ll buy pizza for dinner.” Les grinned widely and switched the channel - to another country channel. “Are you kidding me?” Davey yelled in exasperation. Les laughed again. “I’m kidding, Davey. What station you want it on?” he asked. “Anything other than country, please.” Les nodded, changing the channel yet again. This time, he changed it to the old rock station that Davey was fond of. Davey smiled and relaxed a bit. “Thanks, buddy.”
“No problem.” said Les, reclining in his seat. After a brief period of well-welcomed silence, he continued. “Still owe me that pizza, though.” Davey chuckled. “A’ight, kiddo. I know.” Within a minute’s time, the two siblings arrived at the supermarket. Les grinned and hopped out of the car and ran over to Davey’s side of the car. He grabbed his hand as he got out of the car and tugged him towards the door. “C’mon, Davey, let’s go! Time’s a-wasting!” Davey laughed. “Is it? Last I checked, we had the whole day off.” Les pouted. “Just because we have the day off, doesn’t mean we don’t have other things to do.” Davey raised his eyebrow, grabbing a cart. “What do we have to do?” he asked. Les hopped on the front of the cart before answering. “I have the whole day planned out! First, we’re gonna go shopping, then we’re gonna go to the park, then we’re gonna go back home, and then we’re gonna watch some Disney movies.” he finished.
Davey grabbed a jar of peanut butter off of the shelf, chucking it into the cart. He scanned his list for the next item they needed to get, and started heading in the direction of the drinks. “Disney movies, huh?” Les nodded. “Why can’t we watch something I pick this time?” Davey started. “You chose last time, it’s my turn today.” Les shook his head. “Did not.” Davey glared. “Did too.” “Did not.” “Did too.” “Did too.” “Did not.” “Fine, you’re right, Davey. I did not choose last time.” Davey grinned, before realizing his mistake. “Hey, that’s not fair, you tricked me!” Les laughed. “Yeah, but you were the one dumb enough to fall for it.” Davey huffed, checking the list again. “Okay, so we have to buy you some new shoes. Your old ones are getting a bit worn out.” Les looked down at his shoes. “I don’t see anything wrong with them.” Davey peeked around the cart and started at his brother incredulously. “Les, they’re falling apart at the seams.”
Les frowned. “But I like my shoes.” Davey sighed. “Then we can find another pair that looks just like ‘em, a’ight?” Les nodded. The two of them walked over to the shoe section in a peaceful silence. Les hopped off the cart and searched the aisles, looking for some sneakers. Davey stood by the cart, humming softly. Pulling out his list, he checked it over once again. “Aw darn, I forgot to grab milk.” he said. “Hey, Les. I’m gonna go and get some milk and I’ll be right back, okay?” From around the corner, he heard a muffled okay! “Stay right there until I get back.” Davey said before heading in the direction of the dairy aisle. He grabbed a gallon of milk for himself and a gallon of chocolate milk for his brother before heading back to where he left Les. “Hey, did you find a pair you liked?” He asked, waiting for his brother to respond. After a few seconds with no response, Davey spoke up again. “Uh, Les? You there?” Silence.
And in that moment, Davey panicked. Les was known for sneaking off while he wasn’t looking, and everytime without fail it takes him at least twenty minutes to find him. I knew I shouldn’t have left him alone, he thought. Davey walked all throughout the shoe aisles, making sure Les wasn’t just hiding on him. Maybe he went to the… Toy aisle? Nope. Garden section? No. Sport section? Not there, either. For all he knew, Les could be on the other side of the store. Or he could be outside. Or with a stranger. Or being kidnapped. Or, y’know, just in the bathroom. Now Davey was really panicking. Ever since he was little, Les has been glued to Davey’s side. When he finally moved out of his parents home, Les came with him. It was up to him to make sure nothing happened to his little brother, and if he couldn’t keep an eye on him? Well, what kind of a brother was he? Just as it was reaching the fifteen minute mark, Davey rounded a corner and saw Les - talking to a stranger. Davey glared, but his gaze softened when he saw Les laughing and smiling. He cautiously approached the pair, hoping to not draw too much attention to himself. That, however, did not work, because Les quickly spotted his brother and waved him over. “Hey, Davey! Come meet my new friend.” Les’s ‘friend’ turned and smiled, and Davey felt his stomach flutter. Davey smiled back sheepishly and went to stand next to Les. “So, who’s your friend?” he asked his brother. “His name is- wait, why can’t he introduce himself?” The stranger chuckled, and the sound made Davey’s heart swell. The man ran a hand through his messy brown locks before introducing himself.
“The name’s Jack, Jack Kelly. I take it Les here’s your little brother?” Davey swallowed, nodding. “Uh, yeah. Yeah he is. It’s nice to meet you, Jack. My name’s David Jacobs, but you can call me Davey.” Jack smiled and shook Davey’s hand. “Davey…” he said, mulling the name over. “Sounds nice.” Davey could feel his face heat up, and averted his eyes from Jack’s. “Thanks.” he said, trying to clear his thoughts. “So, how’d you and Les meet?” he asked. Jack looked towards Les and smiled. “I was just kind of walking by when he stopped me and asked what shoes he should pick. I told him he should pick the blue ones, and I asked if he could help me pick out a new bike. We just kinda kept talking after that. If I had known he was waiting for you to come back, though, I wouldn’t have brought him with me to check out bikes.”
“No no, it’s okay! I’m glad you’re the one Les found, and not someone else.” Jack smiled back. “I’m glad I’m the one who found him, too. He’s a good kid.” Les beamed at this, and looked towards me. “Hey, hey, hey Davey. Can Jack come over sometime to hang out? Pleeeease?” he begged. Davey looked between the two, and sighed. “I dunno, buddy. I don’t think we should impose-” Jack interrupted him. “It wouldn’t be imposing at all. As long as you’re okay with it, I’d love to hang out with Les.” Davey looked back to Les, who was busy giving him puppy eyes. With a small sigh, Davey nodded. “Yeah, that’d be nice. Uh, you wanna, I dunno, exchange numbers? That way I can get ahold of you, y’know?” Jack nodded. “Of course. Just let me put my number in your phone, and you can put your number in mine.”
The two handed each other their phones, saving their numbers into their contacts. Jack said his goodbyes to both Les and Davey, saying he’d text Davey later about when he should visit, and giving Les a hug. Davey payed for his groceries and headed back out to the car. Les cleared his throat, trying to get Davey’s attention. “Sooo… You and Jack, huh?” he said, smirking up at his older brother. Davey glared back down at him, before looking away, a faint blush coating his cheeks. “I dunno what you’re talkin’ about, kid.” Les raised an eyebrow. “I saw the way you were lookin’ at him, Dave. Don’t pretend.” Davey scoffed, climbing into the driver’s seat. Les hopped into the passenger’s seat and turned on the radio.
As Davey was pulling out of the parking lot, he heard Les whisper under his voice, “You’re welcome.”
I lost my little sibling in IKEA and I need your help finding them au
Davey is awkward and anxious, Jack is a child and Les is a menace. Javid au
“Davey, the meatballs!” Les exclaimed, nearly
pulling Davey’s arm from the socket as he yanked his older brother towards the
Davey glared at him and tugged Les back to his side. “Not
now. We’re here to find a desk.”
Davey rolled his eyes and continued down the aisle, dragging
his brother with him. He wasn’t thrilled to be here in the first place. IKEA
stressed Davey out with its big crowds and people milling about, sitting on the
furniture. He intended to be in and out to get his desk but his mother had
insisted he take Les along so she could do the grocery shopping in peace. Les
loved IKEA, she had said. Therein was Davey’s problem. Les would spend hours in
the store, given the chance and Davey was already starting to feel panicked
after being there five minutes.
“Hey look!” Les pointed at a bedroom display, causing Davey
to look around.
He saw an adult man jumping on the bed, much to the chagrin
of the other shoppers.
Les quickly slipped from Davey’s grasp and joined him.
“Hey there!” The guy said, grinning as he and Les caused a
“Les!” Davey pushed his way through the crowd to the side of
the bed and dragged his brother down. “You can’t do that here!”
“He’s doing it!” Les protested, pointing at the man.
“Besides, you can’t tell me what to do. You’re my brother, not my mom.”
“You’re brother sounds like a real wet blanket, kid.” The
guy still bouncing on the bed commented causally.
Davey rounded on him. “Why? Because I behave like an adult
in stores?” He snapped. “Come on Les. We’re going.”
“Bye!” Les waved as Davey dragged him away.
They went up the escalator to the office furniture displays.
Davey breathed easier as this floor was less crowded than the others.
He examined the mix and match desk frames carefully, before
finally deciding which ones he wanted.
“Okay, this is the one!” He announced, grabbing a tag for
the warehouse reference number. “We’ve gotta go to the bottom floor Les. Are
Davey broke off as he looked up and realized that his
brother was no longer at his side.
“Les? LES?” Davey’s hands began sweating as he began walking
quickly down the aisle, peering into the display rooms for any sign of his
rambunctious younger brother.”
“Les! This isn’t funny! Come out right- ooooof!”
Davey rounded a corner quickly and collided with a large
frame, stumbling backwards.
“Careful there!” The man he ran into reached out to steady
“Thanks,” Davey mumbled after regaining his footing. He
looked up. “It’s you!”
The man who had been jumping on the bed earlier grinned.
“I’m flattered that you remember.”
“Have you seen my little brother anywhere?” Davey asked,
wringing his hands. “He was right there and then he was gone and now I have to
find him in IKEA and I hate this fucking store so much and there’s so many
people and my mom is gonna kill me and-“
“Hey! Take a breath there.” The guy reached out to pat
Davey’s back. “My name is Jack and lucky for you, I have nothing better to do
today than help you hunt down your brother in IKEA. What’s your name?”
Davey took a shaky breath and counted to ten. “I’m Davey.
And my brother is Les and I really need to find him and-“
“Davey,” Jack cut in smoothly. “I said we would find him and
we will so you need to calm down. You’re gonna give yourself a heart attack.”
Davey nodded as Jack gave him a final pat on the back.
“C’mon.” Jack gestured to the escalator. “If I were a kid in
IKEA, I wouldn’t be spending my free time in the office furniture.”
“You’d be jumping on beds.” Davey mumbled as he followed
Jack down to the floor below.
“Exactly!” Jack smiled.
When they reached the bottom of the stairs, Davey’s breath
caught in his chest as he looked at the sea of shoppers and thought of trying
to find his brother.
“C’mon.” Jack said quietly, grabbing Davey’s hand.
Davey looked up in surprise. Jack’s hand was warm and big
and felt really nice in Davey’s but he was still basically a stranger.
“Can’t have both of you getting lost.” Jack muttered,
Davey bit his lip in an attempt to hide his smile as Jack
guided him through the crowd, toward the model apartments.
They searched the first one with no luck. But in the second
apartment, Jack pulled back a loft bed curtain to reveal Les sitting on the futon,
playing on his game system.
“Hey guys! Davey did you know there’s wifi here?”
“What were you thinking?” Davey exploded, dragging Les off
the couch. “I couldn’t find you!”
“Well you found me now.” Les rolled his eyes.
Davey glared at him. “Les, I’m serious. You can’t just run
“I think,” Jack began. “That this would be a good time for
Les to apologize for causing his brother a lot of stress in a big, crowded
store where it would be very easy for him to search for hours by himself.”
Les had the decency to look ashamed as he scuffed the toe of
his sneaker on floor and mumbled “Sorry Davey.”
“Excellent!” Jack clapped his hands together. “Now to
celebrate the return of Les, I propose meatballs!”
“We really need to be going…” Davey said, looking uncertain.
“But Daveyyyyyyyyy!” Les whined.
“But Daveyyyyyyyyy!” Jack echoed, mimicking Les’ pout.
Davey sighed. “Really, we can’t. I have to be at work in an
hour and we still need to check out. But thank you for your help Jack.”
He turned, grabbing Les’ shoulder to steer him toward the
escalator but Jack called after him.
Davey and Les both turned as Jack hurried toward them.
“Aren’t you at least gonna take my phone number so you can
ask me on a date later?”
Davey went bright red as Les snickered.
“I… Well I mean- I think I should… I’m sorry, I didn’t… Um
here’s m-my phone. You can put it in me, I mean it! You can put it in it.”
Davey looked like he wanted the earth to open up and swallow
him whole as he handed his phone over to Jack, who merely grinned wider.
“Please call me.” He said, handing Davey’s phone back.
Jack patted Les on the shoulder and then did the same to
Davey, letting his hand linger on the older boy’s arm much long.
“Take care guys.”
“Bye Jack!” Les smiled.
“Bye Jack.” Davey blushed.
Jack gave Les a salute and Davey a wink as he turned and
headed back into the depths of IKEA.
“So that was fun.” Les wiggled his eyebrows at Davey.
Davey cuffed him on the back of the head.
“You’re an idiot.”
“But now you have a date!”
“You’re still an idiot.”
The argument didn’t end until they got home a half hour
later and Mrs. Jacobs told them both to shut up.
**i deleted the blog that i originally posted this on but somehow someone was able to save it and submit it to me now!? so holy shit here’s my drugstore makeup masterpost for all of you who’ve been asking**
you guys asked me to do this 5000 years ago and i just got around to it im so sorry but if you still care here it is ;D