#Julian devorak the arcana

[choih3ra]

Have been obsessed with their pre-route recently. (yes i know again fucking AGAIN)

Wrote fics. Rewrote fics. Commissioned fics. One has arrived and the other is on its way.

Help.

[lux-nocturna]

Portrait By The Sea 🌊

Mermaid Julian of an AU I made more than 3 years ago. I was missing him and took the chance to draw something for Mermay too 💖

Also trying again a new coloring ❤️!

[victorianwasteland]

[pinkpantress444]

~ Real Life Julian Devorak (Evgeny Shwartz)

[saintunhinged]

Poly valentine's day with asra and julian headcanons please and thank you if not you can skip

not yet proofread [ originally intended to be published 2/14/2022. ]

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the morning starts with you preparing a hearty breakfast, one you woke up early enough to start making

knowing julian and his inconsistent sleep schedule, you aren’t willing to risk him waking up before you

asra on the other hand was easy to predict

if the shop was closed for the day, he’d never miss the chance to sleep in

so it surprises you when you hear shuffling and muffled talking in the next room

“stop making so much noise!” “I wouldn’t have to if yo— wait, no stop!” a loud crash follows quickly after

“Julian, Asra?” you yell out while you continue setting up a fruit platter

silence.

“Everything is fine!”

“Would you cut that out—” suddenly, julian is shoved out of the room by a pair of hands that can only belong to asra

when he sees you, his whole demeanor changes and he puts a smile on his face

“Oh, hello dear!”

your eyebrows raise in suspicion. “What are you two doing?”

he avoids your question with another question

one in which you barely have time to answer before he’s rushing out the main door

when you shout to ask asra where julian went, he sticks his head the curtain concealing the room “He’s getting something, he’ll be back soon.”

then he’s gone again. “It smells great out there by the way!”

you grin to yourself

when you’re finished making plates, you add hearts made of whipped cream on top of julian and asra’s stack of pancakes

julian has returned by this time with a basket in hand as he rushes past you and into the room with asra

you check your pockets to make sure their gifts are there

balancing one plate on your arm and the other two in your hands, you’re soon following behind him

As you enter the room, you’re met with the soft glow of red and orange flames from numerous candles scattered around. Purple hearts hover gently in the air, casting a magical shimmer. Despite the bright morning sun outside, the bedroom maintains a cozy, intimate ambiance, shielded from the light by the draped curtains.

You carefully balance two plates: one with golden pancakes and fresh fruit, the other with an assortment of pastries. You’ve tucked a small gift for each of your lovers into your pockets, eager to share them.

Asra turns around from where he’s arranging pillows and throws on the large bed. “Did you get it?” He asks Julian, in which he replies with his famous sly smile.

“Well, did you ever doubt me?”

Silence. Asra spares him from the truth and goes back to what he previously had occupied himself with. Of course he doubted him.

It’s easy to know your presence went unnoticed at first, they both turn to look at you upon hearing your voice. “So, this is what you two were up to.”

Julian clears his throat, “Funny seeing you here.” He exclaims, as crimson coats his cheeks.

Asra turned his head, his expressions shifting from surprise to warmth. “We were just putting the finishing touches on your gift.” He gave a mischievous smile, his fluffy hair falling just above his eye. “And you caught us right in the act.

Julian adjusts a candle here and there, ensuring the flames are just right. His eyes, reflecting the warm light, are full of excitement. Asra, now seated cross-legged on the bed, is lost in the gentle levitation of a glowing purple heart, his fingers brushing its edges.

“Good morning,” Julian says, looking up with a mischievous grin. “I hope breakfast is as delightful as the setting we’ve created.”

You set the plates down on the table next to the bed, smiling at the effort they’ve put into transforming the room. “It looks amazing. Thank you both.”

Asra glances up from his spot, his colored eyes soft and affectionate. “We wanted today to be special. And it certainly feels magical now.”

With a playful twinkle in his eye, Julian steps closer. “I know you’ve got some surprises for us. How about we exchange gifts before breakfast?”

You nod and reach into your pocket, pulling out a small, elegantly wrapped box. “This one is for you, Asra,” you say, handing it to him.

Asra’s face lights up as he unwraps the gift to reveal a delicate charm bracelet of a serpent. “It’s beautiful,” he says, his voice warm with appreciation. “Thank you. I’ve been thinking about how to keep our moments close to my heart.”

Julian, eager for his turn, takes out a small velvet pouch from his pocket and hands it to you. “And this is for you,” he says, a bit nervous but excited.

You open the pouch to find a dainty necklace with a heart-shaped locket. Your fingers tremble slightly as you take it out. “Julian, it’s wonderful. Thank you.”

Julian’s smile widens with relief and happiness. “I’m glad you like it. I thought it would be a nice way to keep our love close.”

Asra reaches into his own pocket and retrieves a small but beautifully illustrated book. “For you,” he says, handing it over. “It’s a collection of stories and poems. I thought it would be perfect for when you need a bit of magic in your life.”

You accept the book with a heartfelt smile. “This is incredible, Asra. I can’t wait to read it.”

Julian, watching the exchange, moves to reveal his own gift. He presents a set of detailed, hand-drawn maps. “And these,” he says, “are for our future adventures. Places we’ve talked about visiting together.”

You’re touched by their thoughtfulness, your eyes misting slightly. “These are perfect. I’m so lucky to have both of you.”

Asra and Julian exchange looks of shared happiness as you all sit down to enjoy the breakfast you prepared. The room, filled with warmth, laughter, and the scent of pancakes, becomes a haven of love and celebration. The gifts, the setting, and the moments create a morning you’ll cherish forever.

[nate-0k]

Found my old Julian sketch and my friend told me to post it😭 (@666eden666 I know your location<3)

Have a nice day ☕

[blue-howlite]

Just a small realisation on my side, who else is like this?

[fandomheadcannonswelovethem]

Julian Devorak

This man loves affection.

Twirl your fingers through his hair while you fall asleep. Let him feel small in your arms, tell him he is perfect and so pretty.

He loves being around you but respects when you need time alone.

He likes to touch you {not in a sexual way.} He likes running his fingers over your skin. He loves kissing any scars, self inflicted or not.

He isn’t great at saying I love you, but he does little things. He’ll leave you flowers and new herbs, or bring over a new soup he made.

He loves when you sing to him, even if it isn’t good. Your voice is heavenly to him.

He likes to feel small, letting you baby him. He won’t ask if you aren’t comfortable. He loves it when he can though.

He will always have a hand or arm around you. He feels empty when is without you but he will act strong.

He likes to teach you things from his many writings, he wants to share his interests.

He likes to kiss your forehead, because he is so tall. Let him love you!

He likes laying his head in your thighs, with your fingers resting in his hair.

He loves to take baths with you. Being with his favorite person and relaxing not having to think.

[tonberry-yoda]

Morning Sleepyhead - Julian Devorak

Pairing - Julian Devorak x reader

Warnings - OLD WRITING, but pretty good nonetheless lmao

Word Count - ~1,509

Notes - here's that other old writing i was talking about for julian. i seriously miss writing for this man... well for the arcana in general. i wanna open requests for just the arcana soon lol, that would be fun. the arcana week. omg... i think i just thought of something... arcana fans, lmk and ill see if there are enough people interested to do it!!! anyway, take this old as hecc writing, edited my current day me and enjoy!! <333 have a nice day and stay hydrated!!!

“Ow!”

“Shhh! Are you okay though, Ilya?”

“I'm fine, thanks. Just hit my head on the top of the gate, that’s all.”

“Oh… are you sure you’re okay?”

Julian giggled, clutching his head. “Fine. Promise.”

You grabbed his hand to make sure he wouldn’t be hitting his head anymore. “You need to be more careful, Ilya.”

“I'm sorry! It's not my fault I'm tall.”

“I know… just… try to keep it down. If we get caught, the countess is going to kill us.”

“I know, I know. You don't have to tell me twice.” He tightened his grip on your hand and walked closer, getting down to your level to make sure he wouldn't hit his head again.

“There it is! Julian, I found it!!”

“Shhhhhh! Weren't you the one who said keep our voices down!!”

“Sorry! I found it! Come on!!” You pulled him over, almost making him hit the ground.

When he got back on his feet fully, he tilted his head, wiping the dirt off of his knees. “This is what we came out here for?”

“Mhm!” You walked over to a bush and pulled out a couple of flowers and a small bunny jumped out with a little flower crown. “Ilya look!!”

“Darling! You’re going to get us caught!”

“Sorry.”

The bunny walked right up to Julian’s boot, sniffing it. He kneeled down slowly, not wanting to scare the little thing and put out his gloved hand, which the rabbit avoided. He took off the glove, revealing the mark of muder and the bunny sniffed his hand, bonking its head on it. “Look hun, it likes me.”

You turned over and smiled, putting down your basket of flowers and you slowly walked over, petting the bunny. “What a cutie.”

Julian put his head on yours and smiled. “Just like you, doll.”

You giggled, scooting closer to Julian as the bunny slipped away. “Let me grab my basket and then we can stop at the shop. Asra shouldn't be there, so we can make some dinner and you can sleep over if you want.”

“Sounds good to me.”

You stood up, your hand sliding away from Julian’s, and grabbed your basket. You walked home with bright smiles on your faces. You had occasional conversations about Lucio, and Julian told stories about when he was a pirate.

While you were walking through an alleyway, you heard the sound of buckles and running. Julian looked at you with a pale face. “The guards. They’re looking for us.”

He did the first thing he could think of and slammed you against the alley wall and slammed his lips against yours, hiding the basket.

The guards ran by without so much as a second glance. Julian sighed, removing his lips from yours. “Oh, thank god.”

He looked back at you, who had a stupid smile on your face.

Julian felt his face heat up and he cleared his throat. “S-Stawp…”

You giggled and grabbed his hand. “Let's get back to the shop before we get caught, yeah?”

He smirked and held your hand tighter. “What? Wanna spend more time with me, love?~”

“Precisely.”

His face turned from warm to boiling hot as he landed a soft kiss on your temple. “Good.~”

---

Julian yawned, kicking off his boots. “I am pooped!”

You placed the flowers in their respective jars and walked over to your bed, resting your head on Julian’s chest. “Me too.”

“Is it okay if I stay the night?”

“Of course. Let me make us some tea and dinner.”

“That sounds wonderful. You always know how to treat a man right, my love.”

You giggled, rolling your eyes as you went to the kitchen. As you began frying up some potatoes, you felt something cold run up your back. You turned to look over your shoulder and saw Faust smiling at you. “Faust? What are you doing here?”

“Asra home!”

“O-Oh… Asra’s here?”

“Did I hear my name?” You turned over and saw Asra smiling while hanging his jacket on the coat rack.

“Oh… hi Asra! You’re home early.”

“Exciting, isn't it?” He pulled you into a warm embrace and you could feel dewdrops on his soft skin.

“Do you need anything?”

“No, I don't believe so. I'm just going to go take a shower.”

“There’s some new bath salts.”

“Oh, then a bath it is.”

“They’re in my room, just in my bag. Should be the first thing you see.”

“Perfect. I'll be off then. Save me a cup of tea, alright?”

“I will.” You smiled, still frying the potatoes, when the realization hit you like a brick, making your face go pale. You forgot Julian was in your room.

You quickly turned off the heat, running upstairs, but it was already too late. Asra was looking at Julian’s fast asleep figure with his mouth gaping open. “Might I ask what… he is doing here?”

You shrugged and pushed Asra out of the room, slightly closing the door behind her. “Asra, don't be mad.”

“I thought you were to investigate him… not… investigate him!!”

“Asra!” You could feel yourself blush.

“I'm just saying! I think this is a bad idea.”

“Come on! You used to know him back in the day, right? So why not just let him stay for the night?!”

“Listen, Ilya is a great guy, he really is. But he can love his suffering more than anything.”

“That doesn't mean he’s completely hopeless! Look, Asra… Julian… Ilya and I have become really close. Like really close. He seems genuinely happy… I just want to help him achieve that happiness.”

“I understand, but-”

“Asra, it's just one night, okay?”

Asra sighed, looking back in the room at Julian’s curled up figure. “Fine.” He walked off to the bathroom, beginning his bath as you made you and Julian’s plates, bringing them upstairs.

“Ilya,” you nudged him slightly, which earned a small nose scrunch from him. “Ilya, wake up.”

He yawned awake, tears pricking the corners of his eyes and he smiled when he saw you. “Oh, my apologies. Just a wink, I promise.”

You kissed him on the forehead and handed him his food.

“Thank you, my dear. This smells delightful.” He took a sip of his tea with a smile before shoving food in his mouth. You ate in silence for a moment and Julian could sense the tenseness in you. “Dear?”

“Yes, Ilya?”

“Are you alright?”

“Yes… why?”

“You look frustrated.”

“Just tired, that’s all.”

“Ah, yes. My apologies, dear. We should get to sleep soon.”

You set down your plate and took off your jacket, curling up in the spot that Julian left open for you. He wrapped you in the sheet with him and wrapped his arm around your waist.

“Ilya?”

“Yes?”

“I just wanted to let you know that Asra is home.”

“What?! I-I can leave if need be.”

“Don't worry about it. He doesn't mind.”

“Oh, thank goodness. I don't mind that he’s over. Just keep it down, my dear.~” He kissed the tip of your ear, giggling.

“Ilya!”

“It's just a joke, dear. Just a joke.” He smiled in the crook of your neck as he drifted to sleep.

---

“Morning sleepyhead!” Asra giggled, watching Julian come down the stairs.

“Good morning, Asra.”

“If you’re wondering where y/n is, they went out to run some errands.”

“Oh,” Julian slipped on his jacket and took a muffin from the table. “Will they be long?”

“They shouldn't be. They left a while ago, so at this rate, they should be home any moment now.”

“Perfect. Do you mind if I stay here until then?”

“I don't mind at all.”

Julian leaned back in his chair, the morning sun hitting his face through a window at the top of the stairs. “I apologize, Asra.”

“Where did that come from?”

“I just feel bad for anything I may have caused… especially between the two of us. Please forgive me.”

“Of course I forgive you, Ilya. Thank you for that.”

“I wouldn’t mind being friends again, the two of us.”

“That doesn't sound half bad.”

As the two smiled at each other, you threw the door open, holding tons of bags. “I'm home!”

“My goodness,” Asra ran up, catching one of the bags that was about to fall. “How much did you buy?”

You giggled nervously. “A lot… there was a sale, so I grabbed some stuff to restock our potion collection… plus… I really like food. And they had a lot of it at the market this morning.”

Asra let out a laugh, restocking the shop and you smiled when you saw Julian. “Morning, Ilya. You’re finally awake.”

“Yeah… sorry.”

“No need to apologize.” You walked over, landing a small kiss on his cheek.

Julian giggled, pulling you to his lap and covering your face and neck with kisses. “Let’s go on a morning walk, love. Gotta stretch the legs.”

You smiled and grabbed his hand, walking out the door.

Faust slithered over to Asra with a smile, wrapping her tail around him. “Love?”

“Yes Faust. It seems so.”

---

the arcana masterlist --- pinned post

@tonberry-yoda <3

[favficbirthdays]

Happy Birthday

Julian Devorak (12th March)

The Arcana

[fand0mfever]

IT'S A FICTIONAL CHARACTER'S BIRTHDAY TODAY SO HERE'S A BIRTHDAY FIC FOR THE LOVELY JULIAN DEVORAK

(Photo credit to The Arcana game)

Deciding to wake him up was never easy. He loved his sleep when he could get it, but always avoided it. He was a pro at avoiding sleep, actually...

But at least he never threw a fit when I woke him.

"Julian... I need you to wake up," I whispered as I lightly rubbed his cheek, which had his morning stubble.

"Mmmnph," He grunted, lightly grabbing onto my hand, "Why?"

"I made you breakfast. Even coffee."

"Coffee?"

"Exactly the way you like it."

"Ok, I'll get up in a second," He sighed, and I bent down to lightly kiss his forehead.

Once he was awake, he sat down at the table. There was a decent spread; toast, cinnamon swirl bread, eggs, bacon, even some French toast.

"Wow, this is quite a breakfast! ...What's the occasion?"

"It's March 12th."

"12th..." he furrowed his brows as he tried to think, taking a sip of his coffee.

"...Your birthday, Julian," I gently reminded him.

"Oh! Right! I completely forgot..."

"It's alright... ish. We'll work on it. How about you eat breakfast, and then I can give you your gifts?"

"You... got me gifts?"

"Of course I got you gifts. I have to reward you for got dying and living another year."

"...Alright. I can live with that..."

He seemed to be hesitant to accept gifts, but he soon overcame that when he saw them, after eating.

"True Nevivon bath salts! Where did you get these? I've seen tons of sellers with fake product here! This must be expensive..."

"A new shirt? Oh, it has little birds on it! Oh that's cute! I'm wearing this all day now."

"Are those... new gloves? And genuine leather! You know me so well, my other gloves were starting to flake... thank you."

"...ARE THESE TICKETS TO MY FAVORITE PLAY!?"

And that last one, is when he tackled me to the floor, and peppered kisses along my face. I laughed at his excitement, excited that he was excited.

"Happy birthday Julian!"

[choih3ra]

Ahhhhh I love them

Im just thinking out loud under this line thingy :3

Ughhhh maybe I should share screen time with my homeroom teacher or smth after going back to school

Im not. Fucking.studying.💀 I have like three more months left until the exam and jesus im afraid if ill have to do this shit for another year

Huh,,,should I delete all my social media,,, hmm tempting honestly

What do you think 🤔🤔🤔

[lux-nocturna]

Caught by Surprise ❤️🌊

Continuing with the story, one night when Julian was repeating one of his outings, he was found by a young woman who had been as surprised as he was. Julian felt panic, he knew very well what the risk of being seen by human beings was and at first he desperately tried to flee from her. But the young woman showed no signs of being a danger, rather she seemed curious. A little scared at first. And Julian saw that as an opportunity to stay, discovering more of her. Her name, Cassiopea. That she was a tourist passing by because she needed some fresh air. More and more they talked and Julian saw in her something more, someone to talk to. With whom he strangely felt safe and who swore to keep the secret of him. No one would ever know what she had seen. That encounter would stay only between them.

I don't care anymore if it's May, I still wanted to tell more of this story so I'm doing it. In my mind I imagined a lot of scenes of it and I hope that with time I'll be telling more and more. Like this one!Also I'm felling more and more in love with Julian merman design 😭(Hope that I keep with this and not forget X3)

(I took the description from IG where there is all the info of this AU I created. Feel free to go there ❤️)

[victorianwasteland]

[thatoneartistinthecorner]

Been thinking about him 😏🥵🤤🥴

[saintunhinged]

Until now, it had been clear to you that Julian was not particularly adept at seeing the best in himself. As a result, you weren’t completely surprised when he said he was doubtful about the future of his freedom, and how he might be not able to keep you safe within it.

In Mazelinka’s house, the thin curtain that separates the bedroom from the living room, made it possible for you to hear everything he had to say in the next room.

The fact that he was self-incriminating himself worried you. He would eventually convince himself that you deserve someone better than him; someone who could give you everything he was not capable of giving.

You refused to settle for the disheartening words that came from his mouth, so you walked in to confront him. In a weak mutter, you whispered Julian’s name loudly enough for him to hear you and realize he was not alone. It didn’t take him long for his pale skin to burn bright red just by looking at the sound’s source.

“Oh!” He shot up from his sitting position on the bed, obviously unaware of your presence before. In his haste, he stumbled over his clumsy feet. “Where’d you come from? Well, no, not ‘where’ but uh..” He trails off, and a long silence passes over you. He cleared his throat as the awkwardness of the situation began to settle in. “How.. uh, how long have you been standing there here?” He asked guilelessly, careful to avoid eye contact.

“Long enough to know you’re not treating yourself well.” You saunter closer to him, bringing your hands up to either side of his face. “I thought we talked about this, Julian.” As he sheepishly glanced at everything in sight but your face, his body language conveyed his embarrassment as he looked around.

The tall man chuckled a humorless laugh, “You’d think I would know better by now.” He dropped his head, quickly bringing it back up in a split second. “I’m sorry.” He irresolutely claimed, his voice no louder than a whisper.

“Apologize to yourself. I’m not the one who needs to hear it.” You softly told him. You hated when he thought the worst of himself, telling himself he was destined for the worst. More than anything, you wanted a future with him, but with the way things were unfolding, you weren’t sure how much time with him was in that future.

He shook his head, disagreeing frantically. “I don’t deserve it. I— You don’t deserve what I’m putting you through.” Dejected, he sighed. Due to his preoccupation with his thoughts, he found it difficult to glance at you. He flopped down on the edge of the bed. His elbows dug into his thighs, and his head fell into his hands.

You guessed this was on his mind for a while now. The reaction he gave upon first noticing you was enough to understand he wasn’t planning on you finding out. You let your body sink into the shabby mattress next to him. “You can talk to me. Tell me what’s bothering you, Julian?” Your hand finds his leg, softly rubbing circles there with your thumb.

For a moment, you lose hope in getting a response. That is until he released a long, shaky breath. “I never wanted you to get involved in this,” He started off with a sentence that made you uneasy. You had a feeling where this was heading. “I know this train I’m on is leading to my own terrible fate, I don’t want to drag you down with me when this is all over.” Anxious, he stuttered fiercely, the words swarming in his head failing to correspond with the ones flying past his lips. “I- I just, uh, I figured I’d flee before you er .. you had the chance to stop me..” Bashfully, Julian stood up in an attempt to move himself further away from you, but your deft fingers gently grabbed ahold of his wrist.

His tall frame hovered over you when you stood with him. Maybe it was anger or distress, or even both, but abrupt emotions bubbled inside of you at the jolting revelation. “So you were just planning to leave without even saying goodbye? I’m a part of this now. It was never your decision.” Just the notion of a scarring betrayal played out by him tugged the strings attached to your heart in all the wrong ways. He mentioned something along those lines in previous conversations, ones that were quickly fixed with your help. Now, somehow there was no need for conscious reasoning to know he really considered leaving this time. You felt it.

You couldn’t fight the urge to hold him close, and soon your arms encased his lanky torso. Enthusiastic, he clung hopelessly to you like you might disappear if he loosened his grip even a little. “We’re in this together, no matter what. I choose this. I choose you, and whatever comes with it. I won’t let you sabotage this, Julian.�� The closeness allowed you to deeply breathe in his invigorating, earthy aroma. “I care about you more than anything.”

“I can’t help but wonder why that is? There are so many others your time would best be spent with, yet you’re wasting it on someone like me.” He timidly voiced his doubts out loud.

“None of them are nearly as overly dramatic, stubborn, and irresponsibly impulsive as you.” His cheeks flush at the statement. Ready to utter a thousand claims to defend those actions, Julian opens his mouth to respond, only to be intercepted by you. “But most importantly, no one comes close to the brave and selfless man I’ve fallen for. You do know I love you, right?”

He’d never get tired of hearing you express your love to him. But nothing felt better than feeling it. He pulls back to place a sweet kiss on your forehead, then his lips press firmly against yours. His mouth parts and you take the opportunity to deepen the kiss. Julian groaned, his body sagging against yours as he lost himself in your touch.

Gods, did he love hearing you say those words. Much like the first time you told him you loved him, he didn’t know what to say. He didn’t believe there was a chance you could ever love him, but you did, and knowing that was the best thing in the world. “Of course,” he breathed, “And I love you, darling, but..” His eyebrows furrowed in concentration, and you recognized the common ‘I’m not worthy of your love’ speech coming on.

“There is no ‘but’. I want to be with you, to love you. I’m not walking away when things get difficult.”

“Don’t you understand, love? Nothing is easy when I am involved.” There was no reasonable reason for denying the truth he believed lay behind that statement. But maybe, just maybe it didn’t have to be that way?

With sincere and intense conviction, you spoke honestly, “I’m willing to take that chance.” You cared too much about what happened to him. There was no way you’d let him face his troubles alone.

Lost in thought, his gaze trailed over every aspect of your facial features. Only a fool would be daft enough to let something so beautiful slip away from them. “You’re remarkable,” A soft smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, “..I guess I should thank you for uh.. stopping me from doing something I’d regret for the rest of my life.” Content with his newly restored confidence, he was bolstered enough to accept it: he was lucky to have someone like you.

Smiling, you tenderly kiss him. “Don’t mention it.”

this is kinda old, but i wanted to rewrite it since i didn’t like how it was written. new and improved fr