#julian please help this smol bean

[the-soupiest-artist]

🥀“Here’s a health to the dear lass that I love so well

For her style and her beauty sure none can excelle

There’s a smile on her countenance

As she sits on my knee, there’s no man in this wide world

As happy as me!~”🥀

(Not super happy with this piece BUT it’s Lyrian it’s cute, and it makes me smile!)

[the-nerdy-selfshipper]

I think I wanna get active here again

So I will post daily simping over fictional characters xD

This are btw my favorites=

Please tell me what u guys think my type is xD

I already know that I love nerdy or intelligent characters-

Also male characters with long hair or high shoes are just dope

Long hair by characters just makes me that I wanna cuddle them tbh

Btw I am more fan of the normal plankton because wanna protect smol boi and give smol boi self made cookies

Oh btw here is the list from my 4 favorites in which order I like them

Plankton= evil scientist, wanna protect with my life, cutie, would die for him

Undertaker= love his laugh, cuddly when he knows u, looks cute in his oversized coat, his eyes make me blush, has bone cookies with him so I can eat some when I am stressed

Stanford pines= huge nerd, protect u from everything, helps u by everything, always share jelly beans with him, make experiments together, loves to discuss stuff like time paradoxes with u what I love too, cuddly when he trust u, very much autistic in my opinion which means we can understand eachother better than everyone else, help eachother by their PTSD attacks

Julian= still don't know him much but he would protect u from everything, sometimes depressed boi and thinks u deserve better but that's OK because I know that feeling and always comfort him then, knows how to make someone blush only with words, mysterious boi, always their when u need him but also gives u space, knows how to have fun

Edit= Sorry was a bit in stress during writing so from here is the fanart=

https://pin.it/2neC7A5

[fortress-of-iserlohn]

YOU HAD BETTER KEEP WRITING YOUR STORIES / STORY IDEAS. THIS FANDOM IS TOO SMALL AND THE STORIES ON AO3 ARE ALL EITHER CHINESE OR RUSSIAN.

HEY FRIEND. CAN I INTEREST YOU IN SOME OTP MEMBERSHIP? *PRAYS FOR ANOTHER REUYANG CONVERT*

BUT OMG YES. i 100% agree! the fandom is too smol, needs mOAR of everything pls

but dw, i am busy scribbling away. all the time. gotta feed my otp obsession somehow????

ANYWAY WORD COUNT SUMMARY BELOW OF MY WIPs + 700w of random modern reuyang AU lmao

current word count on my almost completed fic (and i’ll let you in on a secret it’s not reuyang EN GASP) - this should be ready to post in a week or so, have about 1-2k left to write i think:

and then of course, the monster i am raging on and off at, the canon au fic. i want this done before september but we’ll see, i think it’ll be another 5-10k (more rather than less ugh):

but anyway, i’m always super excited to see someone else interested in my fic, please have some half-headcanon’d drabbles - i was screaming @beingevil at professor yang & then why not add some movie star reuenthal:

#1

Yang runs into Oskar for the first time when he’s about ten minutes late for his own 8am lecture.

The ‘runs into’ is literal because Yang’s turning around a corner, a folder full of lecture handouts that didn’t make it into his bag tucked under one arm, eyes fixed on his phone screen, his other hand composing a text slowly to his assistant so they would start the class without him.

He’s just sending off the text, sighing, when he walks into something very solid. His lecture notes go flying, as does his phone, both of them landing with a sharp crack against the concrete pavement that makes him wince instinctively, one after the other. Yang himself ends up with his back pressed against a dirty brick wall, slightly out of breath from the impact, but uninjured.

“Shit, I’m sorry.” The voice that speaks is deep, a man’s voice, and it’s only then that Yang realises what had actually happened.

The man is crouched before him, picking up his sheaf of papers, which Julian had the foresight to clip together with a bulldog clip after helping him print it last night as well as his phone.

When he stands, he towers over Yang by a good head. Strangely enough, despite it being halfway through autumn, his face is mostly obscured by a pair of aviator sunglasses tinted entirely black and an unmarked black cap pulled low over his forehead.

Yang takes the proffered items gratefully, inclining his head. “It’s not your fault, I should’ve been watching where I was going.”

A quick glance at his phone screen tells him that it’s broken but still working, the LCD panel lighting up when he presses the power button, which is more than he could’ve hoped for under the circumstances. He slides the now slightly dirty manila folder containing his class notes into the relative safety of his bag and zips it shut.

When he looks up again, the man is watching him, eyebrows furrowed a little warily, but when Yang just stares back at him a little questioningly, he seems to relax a bit.

“How can I make it up to you?” the stranger asks, tilting his chin towards the broken phone.

Yang pockets it hurriedly and waves his hands in front of himself a little awkwardly. “Oh. No, don’t worry about it. Like I said, it’s mostly my fault anyway.”

He checks his watch, mutters a curse, and then looks back at the other man apologetically. “I’m sorry, I need to run, I’m already late for my class.”

Then with another awkward wave, Yang hurries off without turning back.

#2

“He’s a what?” Mittermeyer blinks at Reuenthal.

“A college professor,” Reuenthal repeats patiently. He’s sitting with his ankles crossed, slouched casually into his chair.

His customary black aviators are shielding his distinctively coloured eyes, an adequate disguise for the most part. Most people, even if they recognised him, were nice enough to leave him be, especially when they saw that he was just out and about with a friend.

They’re sitting at one of the coffee shops that Mittermeyer likes to frequent with his wife usually, with hearty breakfast options paired with strong-flavoured, locally grown coffee beans.

Reuenthal’s already on his second cup while Mittermeyer is still slowly savouring his first.

Their breakfast plates have been cleared away already by a cheerful young waitress who had done a very obvious double take when Reuenthal had first walked in with Mittermeyer, but was professional enough to be nothing but polite during service, making sure that they were seated in a small corner, tucked away where no one could see them with a casual glance from the entrance or through the large ceiling to floor windows that faced out to the main street.

“He’s lovely,” Reuenthal says, pulling off his glasses and tucking them into the front of his crisply ironed off-white shirt. “Smart, adorable and has absolutely no interest in my fame. He didn’t even know my name the first time I met him.”

#3

Yang pushes open his office door and is immediately overwhelmed by the scent of fresh flowers.

There’s several artistically arranged boxes of different blooms placed around his desk, all bright colours, yellows and pinks and purples.

When Yang edges closer, he sees a bouquet of blood red roses that sit on his desk proper. There’s a small note tied to the bottom, a thick, smooth cardstock that Yang flips open.

There’s no flower that can compare to the beauty of your smile, it reads, written in a bold, elegant hand.

The initials printed on the bottom are O.v.R and Yang flushes a bright red when he realises who the sender is.

[the-soupiest-artist]

Just a doodle of a couple of babes!!

(The babes being Lyra and Julian)

[the-soupiest-artist]

The Man Who Hurt Her

A/N: Sooo......first fanfic (kinda) I’m getting into depth on Lyra’s past, which I have touched on here. This is gaining into the effects of Lyra forcing herself to remember her past and all of the damage it has caused her.

With her LI Julian because Mwa those babes are perfect.

Julian x female apprentice (Lyra)

Warnings: mentions of rape, nightmares.

The night is warm and dark. Not a single star in the sky hung over the quiet city of Vesuvia, as the wild nightlife of the wild city had finally gone to rest.

As for the good doctor, Julian, sleep was a rare delicacy he got to enjoy. But the sound of his beloved’s breathing, her subtle sighs as conioisness slips from her,. That alone was enough to bring him peace....and at least a good few hours of sleep.

As he closed his eyes one night, the feeling of rest and slumber finally settling on him he felt her stir in his arms, she started to toss and turn. Julian let her go from his gentle grasp, she started to mumble nonsense as her brow furrowed. As he reached out to wake her, Lyra’s eyes snapped open and she sat up her back turned to him.

Lyra was breathing hard cold sweat dripping down her face and shoulders, her arms crossed over her chest as she clung on to the silk of her nightgown. Her eyes wild and scared. Julian sat up and placed his hand gently on her shoulder.

Lyra was startled and she jumped from his touch and fell off the bed the blanket falling to the floor with her as she sat there on the floor staring absolute fear into his eyes. In that moment Julian felt his heart break a little, had he done something? Did he hurt her? Worry filled his head.

Once she realized it was Julian, she gasped slightly her hands covering her mouth as a small feeling of relief washed over her.

“Oh...Julian I....am so sorry.....you just scared me....” she whispered, her voice was panicked and fearful.

Julian took a deep breath, “Are.....are you alright?”

Lyra knew that look in his eyes, oh gods he thought the dream was about him. She sighed, her breath still shaken along with her voice, “It....it’s just a nightmare.....” She stood up slowly, “and before..you start to worry more than you already are.....no...the dream wasn’t about you....”

He felt a sort of peace, still, he had never seen her experience a nightmare that vivid before. “Do you want to talk about it?”

She thought for a few moments picking up the blanket from the floor. She could still feel HIM on her, her skin crawled and she felt nauseous. She wanted to rip her skin from her body, and burn the feeling from her.

Lyra draped the blanket around Julian’s shoulders, he reached out to hold her but she backed away, his heart breaking just a little more.

“Yes...but....” she sighed dropping her head into her hands rubbing her eyes with the heel of her palms. “Where.....where do I even begin.....”

“You don’t have to tell me everything.....just.....tell me what you want me to know...” Julian mumbled gently, his grey eyes soft, full of kindness, and reassurance. “I don’t want you to relive whatever hell you just awoke from.”

Lyra took a deep breath, “that hell......was something I actually lived through Julian.”

She wrapped her arms around herself, the imprinted feeling of his calloused hands on her made her feel small and weak.

Seeing her suffer like this, greatly pained Julian...more than a thousand stab wounds to the chest....he wanted to reach out and hold her, caress her moonstruck hair and tell her that everything was going to be alright, and that he loved her.

Lyra chose her next few words carefully trying not to send her mind further down the spiral it had been traversing since waking up from the nightmare, “he.....was.....I......He was there......the....the man who hurt me.......he...I....”

Antonio

That bastard man

Julian remembered the night when Lyra told him of her past

He hated HIM with all of his being.

And it seemed he was still trying to torment her

She flinched, as Lyra tried to hold back her tears, her lip quivering.

“I can still feel him......I can feel him on me.....my skin is crawling and I just....I am just so disgusted with myself.....” she sniffled.

That was the breaking point for Julian.

“Lyra.” He murmured, “Lyra, it’s alright to cry.”

Lyra finally let her guard down, she wrapped her arms around Julian and wept. He held her close, he wanted to make sure Lyra felt safe in his arms.

“Shhhhh......Dearest....” Julian whispered, “you are alright.....it was just a nightmare......you’re here, far away from him.....he’s never going to hurt you again...not as long as I live and breathe....”

Lyra started to calm down, taking deep shaky breaths. Julian pulled away slightly as he looked into her eyes and gently wiped her tears from her face.

“Thank you for telling me...” he murmured kissing her forehead. “I love you Lyra.”:

She leaned into his gentle hands a tired grin across her face, “I love you too.”

Julian pulled her in for another tight hug, Lyra buried her head in his shoulder.

The two stayed like that for a while, listening to the soft night breeze and the comforting sound of their hearts.

“Do you want to at least try to get more sleep?” Julian asked her gently leaning his head on hers.

Lyra nodded and with her still in his arms, Julian pulled the rest of their blankets over their intertwined forms, peaceful rest finding Lyra quickly. Julian caressed her soft moonstruck hair as the quiet night continued to grow old.

[the-soupiest-artist]

And I made this at 1 in the morning YoUr PoInT jUliAn?!?

(Lyra LOVES the holidays....she goes ALL OUT FOR IT)

[the-soupiest-artist]

Was practicing drawing Julian

(Feat. Lyra)

[the-soupiest-artist]

All because Julian forgets to mark his calendar off at the clinic, and Lyra made him his favorite macrons.....

( @the-broken-halo-writer, @phantoms-hell , and @asrathemagicalthot I love these two waaay too much)

[the-soupiest-artist]

🥀I never planned on no one, like you 🥀

There they are in all their colored glory!

My fan The Arcana Apprentice Lyra and her dramatic bf Julian!

It’s all thanks to @timmys-and-scribbles, your art is what inspired me to finally draw (and color) these two beans!

[the-soupiest-artist]

Lyra REALLY hates thunderstorms

(Note to self, don’t draw Julian without a reference.....)

(But huuuuuge thanks to @timmys-and-scribbles, your drawings of Julian have been my saving grace as I’ve tried to draw this doctor...so thank youuuuu....)

[the-soupiest-artist]

✨🦚Tired girl🦚✨

Both of these sleepy babes need a baby sitter to make sure they get some sleep

💕Thanks again to @timmys-and-scribbles for inspiring this piece! I’m quite proud of it and your precious Julianne and Julian continue to inspire me in my art! Thanks for making such beautiful art! 💕

[the-soupiest-artist]

Based off of a thing I did with @phantoms-hell expect more of the babes!!

[the-soupiest-artist]

Here’s a really stupid sketch I drew of the babes! 🦚🖤

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[the-soupiest-artist]

Quiet mornings shared between lovers~💛

A veeeerrrryyyy cute sketch I felt like I needed to draw of Julian and Lyra

(Julian with scruff is everything to meeee oh my goddddd....)

[the-soupiest-artist]

“Questions of science,science and figures, that don’t speak as loud as my heart”

This took me a fair amount of time to do. But it was a nice break from another project I’ve been slaving away on, which will be coming soon!

Quote: “The Scientist” by Coldplay

[the-soupiest-artist]

Was practicing how to draw Julian and my hand slipped

✨♥️I love these two waaay to much♥️✨

❤️Also quick appreciation mention thank you so much to @the-broken-halo-writer and to @capnfluffles for encouraging me in this beautiful story! I love you both oh soooo much! Thanks for hopping on the Julian x Lyra band wagon!❤️