#( ft. julian. )

[nabesthetics]

Some people might remember how I made a short fic thingy on Dorian a while back, mostly for testing purposes.

Well, they actually added music to the app a few months ago and I finally got access to using it, so the thingy has the Arcana soundtrack now. The sharp cuts between tracks are a bit annoying, but it still adds to the experience imo.

Link to see it in the Dorian app. No "premium" choices whatsoever :v

(the "to be continued" at the end has been a lie so far, but who knows...)

[only-knives]

me: what if i am the narcissistic abuser

also me: what the fuck are you on about

[dcwnfalls]

starter for: @astralfms ! location: gulf grocery !

“  your  energy  is  throwing  off  the  entire  produce  section  ,  ”  serena  notes  ,  gaze  moving  towards  the  man  ,  who  looks  like  he's  seen  better  days  .  as  her  eyes  focus  in  though  ,  she  can't  help  but  feel  a  sense  of  familiarity  — not  in  a  great  way  though  ,  one  more  sinister  .  “  wait  — do  you  sell  houses  ?  ” 

[tannerkohli]

closed starter for @julianxhawthorne at the car reveal

A few months ago, Tanner would have said she was completely and utterly confident that she'd never step foot near a race car again. Though being at the car reveal wasn't the same as working with the cars, it was impossible not to feel the familiar bubble of excitement that always struck her when she was around racing in any capacity. For the most part she'd been off on her own, mixing and mingling with faces both familiar and new. Julian was busy with his own obligations and it wasn't until later into the afternoon that she found a moment alone with him. "You know, it goes against every fiber of my being to say this, but...this has been fucking cool, dude. Thanks for bringing me," she said, in a rare moment that her voice wasn't dripping with sarcasm. "It - I needed this, I guess. Or whatever. So, like, yeah. Thank you."

[leaswhum]

Impromptu dance! What song is Westley and Sebastian dancing to? + Julian and whatever partner he’s dancing with!

- Secret Valentine ♥️

My brain spiraled with this one, idk why. 😭💜

I was just going to give a simple Modern AU answer, but I saw it at the beginning of my shift and had 8 hours to sit on it and ended up spawning these extra little scenarios. So you’re getting both because I got carried away. 🥹

First the easy answers-

Wes & Seb: The first song that came to mind just because I always think about these lil dummies every time I hear it.

Julian & Rando: It’s definitely something cheesy and overplayed. I’m thinking something like 

*I intentionally left the timeframe ambiguous here so I don't ruin my own timeline brewing in my head. Lol. It's not 5th year, though.*

The enchanted arco of an old violin filled the expanse of the Undercroft. Westley didn’t recognize the piece—something Ominis had decided on—but it was hauntingly beautiful. He watched the instrument sway gently in the corner, silver accents glittering occasionally in the candlelight. His vision grew hazy after a moment, and he startled, realizing the violin was the only sound he still heard. The scratch of quills on paper had ceased.

Westley righted himself on the sofa, arms stretched overhead. When had he slouched over so far? 

Ominis’ head lolled back against the cushion from where he sat on the floor, his notes discarded on the stone beside him and his robes wrapped around him like a blanket. A glance to his left proved Sebastian to be in a similar state, head propped in his hand against the arm of the sofa and drifting off with his quill tip still pressed to the page. Westley pulled the quill up slowly, just enough to slide it on its side and stop the ink from bleeding over the Slytherin’s work any further.

As silently as possible, Westley slipped away from his friends and strolled across the room to try to shake away the drowsiness. The week had run them ragged, but he had too much to catch up on to try to sleep yet. His attention was pulled behind him as the click of soles approached slowly.

“Stretching your legs?” Sebastian yawned, rounding on Westley and pressing his back to the stone framing the gate.

“Trying to wake up,” Westley whispered back. “I am finishing that blasted assignment, even if it takes the rest of the night.”

Sebastian hummed quietly, his gaze trailing behind Westley and back toward where Ominis snoozed on the floor. Then, a spark of mischief lit his eyes as he brought them to meet Westley’s once more. “I think I can wake you up.”

“I don’t think I like where—”

“Don’t wake Ominis,” Sebastian shushed, stepping toward Westley quickly and pulling him in by the waist. “Dance with me,” he murmured into Westley's ear.

“Oh…” Westley stammered and rested his hands on Sebastian’s arms. “Ah—I’ve never—”

“I know. I’ll teach you.”

“That sounds like it will wake Ominis,” Westley insisted, pulling back to glower at the man.

Sebastian offered a lopsided grin and cocked his head, just slightly. “Then it sounds like you’ll need to catch on quickly.”

Westley huffed but resigned to his fate, allowing Sebastian to push and pull him around the small space across the room. The music was much quieter there—barely audible enough to follow—yet Sebastian still managed to guide him through it. Truthfully, all Westley could hear was the tapping of their heels against the stone. Soft, whispered teasing and praise against his skin. An occasional kiss on the nose, the cheek, the neck.

Dance instruction eventually devolved into a lazy sway, engulfed in each other’s arms. Westley revelled in the rare moments  when silence brought solace rather than suffering.

“Awake enough to work yet?”

“Mm. A bit longer,” Westley hummed against his neck.

—

“Julian!”

A perky brunette with a bright smile popped into view as Julian pivoted away from the bar. “Ahhh–nya!”

“It’s Anniya,” she pouted, raising her voice just above the jaunty tune being belted out from their comrades nearby.

Hells.

“That’s what I said!” Julian laughed and gently tugged the young woman over by her wrist. “It’s loud in here, love. You’ll have to stand a bit closer to hear me properly.”

A giggle bubbled out of Anniya, and she took the opportunity to slip under his outstretched arm. “I’ve been looking for you all night!”

“He’s been here all night, lass,” the barkeep huffed as he refilled Julian’s tankard for the…fourth time? Fifth? What time was it?

“That’s not true!” Julian gawked, pulling the tankard back to himself. He gestured lazily to a table across the room with the hand draped over Anniya’s shoulder. “About an hour and a half ago, I was over there,” he quipped and took a long drink, winking down at the woman.

“Check the bars first next time. Got it,” she laughed. 

“You said you were looking for me?”

“Right!” Anniya’s eyes widened. “The ladies and I had a question for you. Only…I’d spent so much time looking for you, I don’t even remember what it was.”

A low chuckle vibrated through Julian’s chest. “I’m sorry to hear that. Was there anything I could do for you, love?” he asked, looping a finger through one of her curls.

“I—Ah—”

Julian continued toying with the lock and waited patiently while she organized her thoughts. He didn’t want to be there. It was merely an obligation, being Harlow’s birthday. Before she walked up, he’d been thinking about sneaking off—not in the mood to socialize. He was still debating on it, truthfully. He could probably give her the slip if—

“Dance with me!” Anniya exclaimed, twirling out from under his arm and giving him a tug toward the center of the room. The tune had shifted into something more playful. “Please?” she begged, bottom lip protruding like a child.

This woman. He’d think she was innocent, incapable of inflicting any pain other than breaking hearts. But he’d seen her in the field, as well as in the lower levels of Rookwood Castle with a victim or two. He knew.

“Of course!” Julian flashed her a cheeky grin before downing the rest of his ale.

Anniya dragged him along behind her. Julian made a show of it, as he usually did, dancing with her…and then dancing with a few others? That last drink hit his head a bit harder than the rest, leaving the remainder of the night a bit of a blur.

[diothethief]

Making progress on Dio and Zero’s stories, and all the art that goes with it 😵‍💫 it’s a lot, but I finished the prologue books!!

Where would you guys like the story to be published ⬇️

The story will basically be Portia and Lucio’s routes with some other routes scattered in, and writing my MCs into them.

There will also be artwork with every installment (so like a visual novel but MUCH less visual) it’s basically a fanfic that I’m making extra complicated for no reason other than I want to :)

[maverick-liu]

Happy National Friends Day!

— @keolalagaaia @astridlius @julianxpark

[havenhawthorne]

@julianxhawthorne

[odetocherrys]

my man here got put on a dance album and he decided to rant about his divorce and feeling sad and why he feels like everybody abandons him god i fucking love him he's such a chad

[nabesthetics]

“So… you haven’t noticed the unusual ingredients in some of the drinks?” With a gentle upward wave of his palm, Alastor raises a small flower out of his own drink, the pastel bloom rotating slowly as it hovers mid-air. “Boltblooms grow in magic-rich areas and are often used in power potions. They are usually powdered and combined with other ingredients to increase potency, but they do have some effect in this original form as well. It’s actually quite impressive, I should ask someday how Barth works with them…” [...] “Most of the time that means that the organism – any organism really, a flower, an animal, a lichen, you name it – depends on magic in some way, and often has magical properties or even abilities. Well, um, in this case the plant simply stores magical energy. Which isn’t unique by any measure, but this particular flower is valued for also not being poisonous: a magician can get a small amount of energy even from pure, unprocessed petals! Rather bitter without any preparation, though.”

With that small lecture done, Alastor sends the floating flower straight into his own mouth, unable to stop himself from grinning at Julian’s reaction.

[ravirussell]

closed for: @julianxpark

where: alleyway near jolyani

With a bagged food order in hand, the furrow of Ravi's eyebrows became increasingly prominent as he swung a left and walked eight paces down into an alley near his food truck, as per the uber specific instructions he was reading on the for pick-up order that had come through on UberEats.

For the briefest moment, he contends with the not-zero-percent chance that he may have just followed step by step instruction to his own murder site, that concern retracted when a face he knows that doesn't match the name on the order.

"Are you serious, dude?"

[gootube]

GRAHHHH I FINISHED IT IN TIME FOR EVA’S BIRTHDAY LET’S GOOOO

here is a silly mv for a song i’ve been obsessed with recently that made me think insane thoughts about him. here is a visualization. i hope you enjoy. i died for this.

[celia-baker]

where: celia's place who: @julianxpark

this could end terribly.

the thought consumed all others as she continued her quest to make her place a little less chaotic. celia had been on a destruction warpath; the evidence of her mission etched into every inch of her. dark eyes told of the late nights either working or partying. most of her life was embroiled in chaos, but there was a nagging feeling to organize it (much like she frantically was organizing her own space at the moment). and one moment, one relationship, that needed to be fixed was hers and julian. new years had left things messier than after halloween, and she knew it was all her doing. she was determined to make it right. and she picked her own home as the meeting space to hopefully minimize her wanting to hide from anything brought up because it had the slight chance of being over heard. she couldn't go on keeping anything from him (from anyone) if she wanted him in her life. and she did. celia missed her friend.

"come in!" her voice followed the loud ring of her doorbell. "hey! glad you could make it." her smile was soft, yet the stray hairs poking from her ponytail told the story of her frazzled inside. "can I get you anything? like a drink?"

[silascody]

silas 📲 julian.

Silas: [screenshot of Julian's face from an episode of The Hunt] Silas: Dis u? @julianxpark

[havenhawthorne]

[alcska]

closed for @loveisliquor. based on this and this.

julian sat on the couch, surrounded by empty snack bags, half-finished movies, and the comfortable silence that only years of friendship like theirs could create, his fingertips lazily dragging up and down the others legs in his lap. "is it just me, or does this movie get worse every time we watch it?" he chuckled, breaking the silence before turning his gaze to meet theirs. "i swear we're hitting triple digits by now."