#Julian jabbering

[waveofmutilation-uksurfmix]

SCANTILY CLAD WOMEN WITH USERNAMES CONTAINING NUMBERS PLEASE LEAVE ME ALONE I AM A FAGGOT !!!!!!!!!!!! I AM GAY!!!!!!! I AM A HOMO!!!!!!!

[catboy-stumph]

“I think I learnt something from my experience eating packing peanuts”

-me, 2022

[miniquiny999]

thinking about making one of those “your fav is ______” sideblogs but its based off that tweet about phineas and ferb going on longer than the american confederacy and its just

“your fav deserves a monument”

things that have been going on longer

“the actual play dungeons and dragons podcast The Adventure Zone (2014-ongoing) existed for longer than the american confederacy and deserves a monument”

“neil cicierega’s musical career (2003-ongoing) has existed longer than the american confederacy and deserves a monument”

.....”homestuck (2009-2016) has existed for longer than the american confederacy, but does not deserve a monument”

then i could draw over a shitty confederate war monument and make a statue of the thing in the post

[xxjayjabbersxx]

Maybe,,, headcanons for a first kiss with Julian (aka the best character in the arcana) where the reader initiates it? 👀

Oh my first Arcana request!!! I’m so excited and this is such a good ask!! LETS GO

Ps. I put this after the paid scene at Mazelinkas House so like, uh, I guess we assume this is in a world where you don’t kiss him that night.

You two were walking down the south side, so Julian didn’t have to worry about hiding himself. He was holding your hand, guiding you through the crowds. You had already stopped at a couple places and bought a few things.

You two were taking a small reprieve from the craziness that was figuring out this whole murder situation. He thought you were stressing out too much and deserved a break. You couldn’t help but admire the look of happiness on his face, smiling. He was just happy to have your hand and your presence and to show you around.

The crowd starts to get really dense, and Julian pulls you off into a little side ally so that the traffic can pass. You look up at him as he watched the crowd and your just, utterly smitten by him.

You tug on his hand to get his attention. He turns with a small “hmm?” And once he’s facing you, you reach up and grab his collar, tugging him down and planting a kiss on his lips.

Shock crosses his face for a moment before he reaches around your waist and pulls you closer, matching your eagerness as you kiss for a few long moments.

When you break you keep your faces close and he grins, all big and goofy and your red in the face but also grinning.

You decide to kill some more time with more kisses. Still holding him close by the collar.

[xxthejayagendaxx]

Me: -telling Julian and Boris I gotta go to the heart doctor-

Them: but, we’re your heart doctors :,c

Me: no you are the doctors of my heart, there is a difference

[julian-and-ellis]

Sir I saw that heart, do you and Addison have somthing going on 👀

Uh...Maybe.

[arca-na-na-na]

Oh Muriel, you’re way too fuckin cute for this world

[savvyjabby-blog]

Another Drabble? If you insist~

(No specific time frame but I'm kinda thinking this is in the cell at the coliseum, Indigo is jsut more feisty than the regular lines of the MC)

"You don't know the first thing about me."

A cold shiver struck Indigo rooted to her place, the evil icy feeling skipping along her nerves. You don't know the first thing-is this a fucking joke?

"Cut the shit Julian, I'm not here for the little facade you're putting on for everyone." She heaves, curling her fingers in her palms, a sense of her magic growing at the tips of them, a dull pain rising in her hand from in. "I know you. You know me. I'm not about to go through this with you."

"You don't know a thing about me, Dearil." He spits, glaring his eye down st her, attempting so desperately to appear as intimidating as the public believes him to be. He knows he can't fool Indigo, she's he one person that can see through him every time. But he kicks the small voice to the back of his head, only focusing on portraying the part.

"Don't know a thing about me— don't know a THING about me?" She fumes, anger seeping into her voice the closer she gets to him. "Julian I'm on your side. I'm the one fighting for you. Why aren't you fighting for you?"

"Because I'm a murderer, I deserve what's coming, I've just managed to outrun it for so long—" Julian chokes, unable to finish his sentence due to Indigo's sudden jerk on the collar of his shirt.

It's like he's staring right into the heart of a fire. Everything about Indigo seems to be burning. The heat from her uneven breathing. The rage of fresh tears building up behind her emerald eyes. The warmth of her fingers slowly sinking into his skin, leaving little red marks from the pressure. Everything seemed so wrong to Julian, but the only expression he could manage was one of fear.

"I made a vow to myself when we agreed to clear your name, Devorak." Indigo hisses, the tears now rolling to her cheeks contradicting the anger in her voice. "I promised myself that I would not let you die. I let Father die, I let Mother die, I watched Herc drowned. I thought I was just the Mistress Death's child. And then I ran into you. You, out of all people. The fumbling, bumbling mess of a doctor that I've oh-so fallen for. When we made that promise to Portia, I refused to let Death graze her fingers along your throat. Don't make me break my promise Julian. You're all I have. That's it. You're all I have."

Indigo pulls away slowly at the realization that she could possibly lose Julian, tensing up at the idea. More tears filter down her face, and she turns away from Julian, afraid of him seeing her like this.

Julian instantly goes to try and comfort her in his arms, but the chains binding him to the wall go taunt, his fingers just barely able to graze her ginger hair. "Indigo—I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry that I ever made you come into this mess with me just— I'm sorry just don't cry please. Oh no no no no no..."

"Tell m-tell me," Indigo hiccups, tilting her head jut enough to get a glance of the wanted fugitive. "Tell me why you're doing this. Why are you condemning yourself, Julian?" Her eyes are empty with sorrow, only a slight glimmer left in it, with the hope that he will tell her exactly why he went off the rail in the garden.

A heavy silence smothers the cell for a few moments, Indigo's sniffles being the only thing able to break through it.

"I-I can't. I'm sorry, Indigo. You be just gotta tru—"

"Fine." She deadpans, flinging open the door in front of her, flipping the collar of her coat up to hide her face somewhat. She turns back to him in the doorway, the light from outside casting odd angles against her back, silhouetting her face. "Good day, Dr. Devorak. I hope this trail turns out exactly how you hope for it to."

She slams the door closed behind her, an inky black trail snaking its way under the door and back into the room, enveloping any source of light there had been originally, leaving Julian in the absolute dark, his cries for Indigo to come back being the only indication that he was in fact, still there.

[after-witch]

I don’t feel great today and ended up taking a 4 hour “nap.” I had one of my favorite types of dreams, which are “basically yandere/darkfic shit, but dream logic!”

notes: mentions of rape, murder, and weird bodily harm

The dream I remember the most involved the Warlock from the horror series “Warlock” with Julian Sands. Basically he’s an evil warlock who does horrible things to people, steals their souls, works with Satan. He uses his magic to do very cruel things. Like at some point he turns a man into a Picasso inspired statue and breaks his nose as a final touch, kills an unbaptized child, the works.

In my dream, he was settling in our neighborhood to start another reign of terror and my friends and I realized we were (of course) the only ones who could stop him. We got crystals, a glow in the dark ouija board, magic rope, all sorts of things.

We ended up somehow successfully binding him with the rope. Then I was left to guard him while my friends went out to get lunch and also the things needed to send him back to Hell. 

And he kept talking to me, trying to convince me to let him go. Finally he got angry and started talking about the horrible ways my friends and I were going to die if I didn’t let him go. And I told him that I was afraid, and I wanted to let him go, and I wish I’d never been talked into trying to defeat him--but I was afraid of what my friends would do if I did, and I couldn’t betray them, in the end. He just sort of stared at me. 

One of my friends called my phone and asked me to help her bring in something from her car. I left. When we got back, he was gone. My friend then abandoned me and left me alone. I looked around the house nervously, then suddenly he was behind me, and he used a spell so I couldn’t move.

I remember just... jabbering helplessly, and realizing somewhere along the way that he was going to rape me. I said I was a virgin, and he laughed, and pulled me against his back. He whispered in my ear that I wasn’t, and described my first sexual encounter, which (in my dream) I hadn’t told anyone. Creepy stuff.

Then he shoved me down on the couch and I realized that the pillow had an embroidered picture of one of my friends, moving and screaming. He had trapped her in the pillow and she was being tortured. 

I started crying and he sat down against me, deliberately pulling me against him. 

Then my second friend came running in the house, and he was shoved up against the couch next to me.

Then I felt an indescribable pain as the Warlock unzipped my skin and pushed me out of it. I fell on the carpet and I screamed and screamed.

Then he turned my friend into a statue with a screaming, open mouth, but I couldn’t even care because I hurt so much. I started begging him to put me back, put me back, please, please, please.

To my surprise, he pulled me back into my skin and fixed me up. Then he pulled me against him again and draped his arm around me. My body still hurt and was sore but the more I leaned against him, the better I felt, like it was being sapped away.

He turned and said:

“I won’t do that again, if you stop fighting and agree to be mine.”

How could I refuse? 

[pumpkinlass]

Oh my gosh Jabber!! 1. It’s like astounding to me that you can see this because this is EXACTLY how I do my commissions!! And  2. I do have an informal way that I do heights -- but I /don’t/ have a formal height chart and I’ve actually been super super super tempted lately to do a formal height reference chart (of my head-canons) for every animal in AC!  😳 I was thinking I could have my followers vote on which villager should represent the species ??  (After I’m done with commissions of course lol) Also. It is SUCH a shame that Mice aren’t popular AC villagers -- because I have thoughts on mice.👀👀

Additional long ramblings (that no one asked for lmao -- but I couldn’t help myself) on how I pick the heights of animals below!!

So like you noticed I will always 1.size the image based on the tallest villager!! and 2. I always draw the human villagers the same size. They’re my constants ! 

When starting a new animal species I always draw the person first and then I will base the height of the new animal around them + the closest previous species I have done. (My Hippo was based on the Rhino height I did -- and the Rhino height was based on the Bear I did -- ) Typically my AC commission set-up goes like this, I draw the villager first to have a ‘constant’  

Then I’ll pull in a reference of the tallest villager species I need-- In this case it was Julian so I used Roscoe to match the height I needed and then added Julian in! 

When I have everyone added in -- I’ll edit the background square to fit the image. I have a ‘standard square’ but I almost 100% of the time have to change the shape of it to fit the commission.

A few of my drawings have now become ‘Reference Height Animals’ that I use to determine how big to make them !!  For example: Wolfgang has become the Wolf-Reference and every wolf I drew in this last commission was based off his height:

BUT This also allows me to play with heights?? So like: Bob is the reference Cat, but I use him to make other Cats different shapes !

 Kid Cat is ‘baby’ and gets to be shorter, while I pictured Punchy to be ‘tall and lanky’ and so he got to be taller then default. 

Same deal: Lily here is my default Frog height, so when I drew Tad I made him much smaller. (BTW Frogs are one of the hardest animals for me to draw - dont’ ask why)

I will also play with heights of animals to suit their personality/species -- I think I’ve done this most with deer. Typically when I play with heights like this, I try to keep face size the same-ish. 

Man Idk if any of this made sense ?? This is so hard to type out-loud when it’s not in my head !!

[waveofmutilation-uksurfmix]

fall ou tboy send post

[mon-enj]

Rules: choose 10 favourite characters from 10 different fandoms and tag 10 other people

I was tagged by: @jabbers-of-jay (thank u💫)

I made a new post bc the old was so long and long posts stress me out lol

(Not actually a ranking in order)

1.a. Spock - Star Trek TOS

2. Enjolras - Les Misérables

1.b. Jadzia Dax - Star Trek DS9

1.c. Seven of Nine - Star Trek VOY

1.d. Reg Barclay - Star Trek TNG

1.e. Paul Stamets - Star Trek DISCO

1.f. T'Pol - Star Trek ENT

1.g. Elnor - Star Trek PICARD

3. Monty Montague - TGGtVaV

4. Ellie Sattler - Jurassic Park

5. Mercutio - Romeo and Juliet

6. Newt Scamander - Fantastic Beasts

7. Scott Summers - X-Men

8. Pierre Bezukhov - War and Peace

9. Elizabeth Bennet - Pride and Prejudice

10. Rhoda - The Waves

Yes the star trek characters count both as different fandoms and the same fandom fight me

(Also a bonus from each fandom in order of the above bc my fav changes once a minute: Kirk, Cosette, Julian Bashir, Janeway, Keiko, Burnham, Trip, Hugh, Percy Newton, dr. Ian Malcolm, Juliet, Queenie, Maximoff Twins, Natasha, Charles Bingley, Neville and like 80% of characters from these fandoms tbh)

I could keep going w both fandoms and characters but I need to sleep

Tag: @chuumimi @citoyenneangele @mlm-enjolras @psychoticenjolras @combeferres @capitalism-is-a-disease @awildellahasappeared @annerwhatever @waltswhits @lesmiserablol

[kasiagrey]

Lucio and Julian - Couvade syndrome

I headcanon that out of all the characters in the Arcana, these two would be the ones to experience the Couvade syndrome. If you have no clue what that is, it is where the father of an expecting-mother takes on some of his partner's pregnancy symptoms.

These two would not only make good lovers, but they'd be some bang-up daddies too! That said, I think the idea of the two having some shared symptoms with their lover would be endearing as well as hilarious.

Lucio:

He'd be over the moon about having his own child and would waste no time in preparation. The expecting mother would not want for anything. You want pickles dipped in peanut butter? Done. You want deer stew with a small cake? While the chefs handle the cake, he's out hunting the meat himself. Though as time goes by, he starts to adopt some of quirks that the mother goes though. He becomes more irritable than before and moody. The slightest thing may or may not set off a hissy fit. It could be something as simple as the servants painting the baby room the wrong color, to his wardrobe not in it's usual order. When he's with the expecting mother and the unborn, he gets a whirlwind of emotions ranging between pure overwelming joy to anxiety of if he'll really be able to pull off the fatherly role. This is something that he will bounce back and forth between often. In the end though, he'll make a few mistakes but become a pretty reliable father when he's not spoiling them too much. No doubt he'd try to groom the kid to take over in his place one day, by teaching what all he's learned as a lavished count, a battle-harden mercenary, and a tribal son.

Julian:

From day one, Julian can't stop jabbering on to his patients about how he's going to be a dad. All of Vesuvia is probably well aware of it by the time the first month is out. Need your feet rubbed? He's on it. Your back aches from standing too long? He's already got a chair waiting for you and hands ready to rub out the tension in your shoulders. He even insists on doing all the check-ups himself because he wants to be completely through and not miss a beat. Further down the road, he experiences morning sickness and even begins to take on craving foods. In fact, during the pregnancy, he lays off the alcohol for a bit because it makes his nausea worse. Surprise, he's even chowing down on foods he usually doesn't even like. No doubt there will be plenty of amusing stories to tell that kid when they are old enough to understand. From the moment that kid is born, Julian is very diligent with his duties as doctor, spouse, and father; some how being able to balance all three like the epic man that he is.

I'm pretty sure both men will experience insomnia. There is no doubt for Julian as he already seems to go through that on occasion. Lucio will probably experience a restlessness, which would not do wonders for his mood swings. Nevertheless, I'm certain both will overcome the insomnia in their own way. Julian will probably read until he's ready to sleep or play a card game with himself. Lucio will probably hit up one of his pleasure rooms for entertainment and play pool or whatever games he has. More than likely, he'll go out for a late hunt. He may or may not take the dogs some nights, because they are rather clingy to his expecting lover and it makes him feel better knowing the two are by their side.

So this is my headcanon for the two under the Couvade syndrome.

[xxjayjabbersxx]

Doctor Comfort

Finally guys, another fic! Sorry it’s been a hot minute, I just, haven’t had time to get into thr groove of writing drabbles and fics lately! 

This is a wonderful request from someone I will not tag in case they wish to remain anonymous. It was for Julian comforting a reader having a really bad Asthma attack, and I hope this fic brings them, and everyone else who needs it, some love and comfort!

Rating: General Fandom: The Arcana Pairing: Julian Devorak x Reader (Gender Nuetral) 

Julian was downstairs. He had taken the day off so you two could spend it together, and decided to start with a nice warm cup of tea for you, and a cup of coffee for himself. He whistled to himself as he walked back upstairs, mugs in hand. 

“Y/N.” He called placing the mugs on the counter. “I love sleeping in too, but come on now.” He waited for the sound of your voice, or even for a groan, or footsteps. None of those sounds came. He quickly abandoned the kitchen to go back into your small shared room. He found you in there, propped up against the headboard, taking shallow breaths and wheezing. He rushed to your side, kneeling next to you and reaching for your hand. 

“Darling, what’s wrong?” his eyebrows knit in concern. You tried to collect yourself, but you just could not catch your breath. Your free hand came up to your chest, and he started to put the pieces together. His thumb rubbed gently against your palm as he stood. “I’ll be right back love, I promise.” With that he was off to get your medicine.  

He was back in a flash, and you hadn’t gotten much better, if at all. He helped you sit up fully so that everything else would be a little easier. Climbing into the open spot on the bed next to you, he got your medicine and nebulizer ready. You whined even at the site of it, and he reached forward and take your hand in his. 

“I know sunshine.” He says gently. “But this makes you feel better, you know that.” He rubs your hand gently with his thumb and leans over to kiss you softly on the temple. “Here.” He hands you the device after getting it all set up for you. He goes to get up so he can do something else, and your hand shoots out for his. You really didn’t like this thing.

Julian plopped himself right back down on the bed and took your hand in his. “Right, right, sorry my love. I’m right here, I promise.” He spoke so gently. He ran his thumb across the back of your hand and you steeled your nerves. The machine was loud, but you managed to take your medicine like you were supposed to, and he was there beside you the whole time. He reached out with his free hand and rubbed your back reassuringly and talked to your through the whole thing. Words of encouragement, stories to distract. If there was anything he felt would help you deal with this, he was saying it. 

Once you were done he took the device from you and placed it on the nightstand. He seemed to relax as your breath started to come back to you, and the wheezing left your voice. 

“How’re you feeling, darling?”

“Much better.” you said after finally catching your breath. 

“Excellent.” He said leaning over to kiss your temple once more. “But to be sure, I just want to check everything, okay?” You nodded with a soft smile. You always appreciated the concern. With that Julian stood up, but not before bringing your hand to his lips and placing a soft kiss on the back of it. He walked around the bed to stand beside you. He first lifted your hand once more, but this time it was so he could check the pulse in your wrist. He then trailed his hand up to check your pulse from your neck. 

“A little high, but nothing dangerous. Still probably just coming down from all that.” He said softly. He leaned in to give you a kiss to the forehead. “Now take as deep a breath as you can for me, but slowly. No need to send you into another attack now.” He leaned down so he could listen to you slowly take a breath in, and slowly release it out. “Wonderful.” He reached up to pet your hair fondly. “What a wonderful patient you are.” He smiled and kissed the top of your head. 

“Now,” he said straightening up and placing his hands on his hips, “Since our drinks are probably very much lukewarm at best, I will go down and make us new drinks, and we’ll have a nice lazy day in bed. How does that sound?” His smile was warm and bright as he spoke. 

“That sounds lovely, Ilya.” you smile fondly back. With an affirmative nod Julian disappears out of the room and down the stairs. He’d be dotting over you all day now. Not that you minded. You just knew it was true. 

[xxthejayagendaxx]

Me and Julian’s relationship is just both of us going “I would die for you” back and forth, but neither of us stops or gives in because we’re dramatic theatre gays

[aiyannatimewitch]

Battle Under the Many Colored Moons excerpt

Xorn, the Khalil priest emerged from the crowd. He watched as Julian approached, placing his hand flat beneath the animal’s muzzle letting the steed lower his mouth to rub against his hand, breathing warm, moist air from his nostrils. These purple flames aren’t hot.

Julian took a step closer and the nightsteed nestled his head against his shoulder. He patted and rubbed the magnificent black neck. Julian felt a bond unlike anything he ever experienced with an animal.

“Is he mine?”

Xorn answered, “He is as much yours as you are his. This is no ordinary wild steed of the plain. He has not spent his life under the skies of Edrym. His birthplace is beyond the purple moon. He has come here for a time to be your companion.”

From out of the crowd, “A name! A name! He must have a name!”

Xorn walked up and put his hand on the nightsteed’s nose but he looked at Julian. “His name is Dor’ossoss.” The crowd jabbered. “Dor’ossoss, The Guardian. Because he will help J’liánh stay on the one true path.”