#dr-devoraak

[cakiebakie]

Happy 25th!!! 💕💕💕 Wishing you all the best 😊

wah thank uuuu ;v; <3

[into-the-daniverse]

19!!

Thanks for sending this in!!! 😁

19. Are they bothered by brushing their teeth and then drinking orange juice?

Alec is both bothered and disturbed, and she will be complaining about it for the next half hour at least

Jamil’s luck literally prevents this from happening as in it’s never happened for him, one of many little blessings that he gets

Camia might make a face with the first sip but she gets over it pretty quickly

Leon likes it, and actually prefers to brush their teeth first before meals 

Miriam doesn’t like it, but it’s happened so often for her at this point that she is just resigned to her fate

[lucioscunt]

Literally so excited for your commissions to be open omg

! Thank you for the enthusiasm! I hope to settle the last details and open them soon!

[sonoko-arts]

Even countesses need soft smooches sometimes >;3c

A commission for @dr-devoraak of Nadia and her cute af fan-apprentice Iltariya!

Commission info here

[cfluffiness]

So me and @dr-devoraak were talking about the idea of Mazelinka teaching MC the art of the spoon resulting an Apprentice School au idea!

Imagine all the apprentices from different realms, no matter who they Stan for, comes to the school to learn and hang out!

*Faust is the Principal (If you reject it I have questions)

*Should the Main 6 also be one of the teachers or staff? or the Arcanas be the teachers or staff? (ideas pls)

*Mazelinka which I've said before will teach her spoon fighting skills (cause it's really cool to learn how to fight with a spoon as a weapon)

*Selasi helding Baking classes and the school provides him a large auditorium to teach (NO ONE WILL SKIP IT, EVEN THE STAFF IN THE SCHOOL WILL ATTEND TOO)

There's post about MC meeting different Main 6 whom they Stan for from other MC's realm or au but what about the Main 6 meeting all of the MC from different realms in the school? LET THEM SEE ALL THE PEOPLE WHO LOVED THEM MAN THEY NEED TO SEE IT OMG

ALL IDEAS ARE WELCOME TO ADD

HELP NEEDED TO COMPLETE THE AU

Update: I messed up the meaning of Stan AHAHHA

[drdevoraak]

The Official Family™

The Fathers

@dr-devoraak

@sinningforasrian

@talldevorakandrowdy

The Aunts

@sunnysadventures

@chi-isgonna-setyourheart-onfire

@dont-make-me-say-it

@sweetmisseddreams2002

@neon-wildflowers

The Uncles

@astravas

@telegraph-boy

The Mum Friend

🦉 | @xxdragonagequeenxx

The Grandfather

@butchest-lesbianest-grandaddiest / @devorak-titties

The Concerned Neighbour

@just-a-little-mix-of-everything

And last, but certainly not the least.........

The Children

“S” | @that-emo-noodle

“C” | @galaxies-behind-my-eyes

“X” | @purest-dove / @kitty-chan17985

“B” | @blightout

@wowie-its-laurel

“Berry” | @deathbystarlight

@comfortingcreature

“L” | @collective-laugh

@starry-skxes

🐺 | @bazzpop00

🍑 | @ohnothatsgay

🌭 | @official-volta

@ryanthatsgay / @star-dreemurr-36

🌻 | @varani-vesuvian / @too-many-cups

@depressedbutnoregrets

[littlefallenseraph]

Hi~~ Can I request a scene between Julian and the MC when they were both working on finding a cure for the plague but they're just...... tired, and just trying to forget everything for a moment? xx Thank you!!!!

Hey, darlin’ I hope this was the sort of thing you had in mind! I thought it would be kinda cute to revisit that tea shop from Chapter 7 (I think it was 7?). I also hope that it’s okay I made it just a little spicy.

Enjoy!

If you have a request you can submit it my ask box or message!

This was an all-too-frequent occurrence: you walked into Ilya’s office to present him with a report only to find him drooling all over his notes, fast asleep. Amused, you tip-toe into the room and allow the paper to flutter quietly onto the top of his stack. You shake your head at the pile—it seems to be doubling in size every day. More people getting sick, more leads to follow up on, more medical journals, more arcane tomes. And then still at the end of the day more people getting sick. No wonder he’s so tired.

As you watch him, chest rising and falling, you have to admit you find him inspirational. He works so tirelessly, and for those he doesn’t even know. He could just as easily have left when things got bad when the plague was first starting to consume Vesuvia and there was a small chance at escape. Others did. Asra did. And though you can’t blame them for their choice there’s something heroic and selfless about him staying behind the way he did.

You sneak out and return with a blanket. You’ve learned to keep one handy for situations just like this when the burden gets too heavy and he falls asleep trying to solve other people’s problems. Draping the blanket over his shoulders, you place a feather-light kiss on his forehead. “Sleep well, my love,” you say. However, when you turn to leave, a gentle tug on your sleeve holds you back.

A groggy voice mumbles, “No, wait.”

“Ilya, you need the sleep,” you whisper.

The grip grows stronger as he rouses, using the other hand to wipe the dribble from his face. “Wait—” he yawns and takes the opportunity to stand and stretch. “Can’t we just go for a walk instead? That’ll be enough rest,” he pulls you into him and wraps his arms around your waist, “Plus I’d like to spend some time with you.”

Your hands reach up to cradle his face and you sigh. “We haven’t had much time off recently, have we?” He shakes his head in response—no you have most certainly not. You laugh and give in, “Okay fine, a quick walk. But then you should go home and sleep, okay?” You stare into his eyes and know he won’t, but you like to convince yourself he’ll listen to you someday.

Despite the city’s suffering as of late, the weather is clear and the market is lively. You walk arm-in-arm with Ilya down the Vesuvian streets, taking in sights and smells. He insists you drop into a couple shops to look at alchemical ingredients, potions, spellbooks. You chuckle. After this is all over you might have to think about teaching him a thing or two about magic. He’d like that, you think.

You finally make your way to the outskirts of the city. Here, things are a little dimmer and drab. There are fewer people roaming around; nevertheless, your companion nods and smiles to every passerby. He escorts you down a small flight of stairs and into another shop. This one smells of exquisite spices and herbs and you find yourself following your nose around to as many jars as you can get your hands on. You open them one by one, smell them, and then pass them on to Ilya to do the same.

A frail man hobbles out from behind a counter, “Hello, dears. Can I help you find anything?”

Naturally, Ilya whisks you in his direction, flashing a smile to the old man. “Do you have any teas here,” he asks, “My love seems to have an obsession with the stuff and I confess it’s beginning to grow on me.”

The man nods and slowly makes his way back behind the counter. “Of course, please allow me to make you some. Do you have anything, in particular, you’re looking for?” He pulls a kettle off a shelf and conjures up a small flame.

“Surprise us,” Ilya answers confidently.

Another nod from the man and he gestures you to a curtained sitting room, “Please have a seat, I’ll bring you your tea when it’s ready.”

Ilya guides you to a small booth at the back of the sitting area. Luxurious red curtains adorn the walls and the cushions are delightfully soft. He settles in before you and offers you a seat right next to him. When you oblige, he wraps an arm around you and nuzzles into your neck. “Thank you for coming out with me.”

You turn your face to give him a kiss on the forehead. “Was it everything you needed?”

He hums, pleased and then lifts his head. “Almost everything,” he whispers, then brings his lips to yours. The kiss is sweet, and he lingers longer than usual, allowing himself to be swallowed up by the burning heat that climbs up onto his neck, face, and ears. When he pulls back you giggle, he blushes so easily. “Oh stop,” his blush deepens, “You know I can’t resist you.”

Raising your eyebrows you allow your hand to wander up his leg onto his upper thigh. With every inch, he displays a new shade of red until you’re convinced he’s actually turned into a cherry. Eyes half-lidded, he bites his lip and suppresses a groan. “Oh,” you tease, “do you want me to stop?”

When you try to move your hand away he catches it, squeezing your fingers and moving them to the place he really wants you. He begs you without asking, eyes pleading with you, “Please,” they say.

You adjust your seat, turning towards him just enough to catch his earlobe between your teeth. A low purr rumbles in his chest and he takes a deep breath, squeezing your shoulder with his other hand as his hips twitch. Your lips move to his neck and—

“Tea’s ready!” the old man shuffles in, tea tray clattering with the kettle and cups.

You jump up, “Please, allow me!” You relieve the man of the tray and thank him with a glowing smile, “What do we owe you?’

“Oh, not a thing, dearie. Please just take this as a thank you for all you’re doing to help the city.”

“How did you—?” you stutter.

He laughs and waves to Ilya, “I’d recognize that fiery red hair anywhere.”

When you turn back, your lover is looking positively indecent. His face, ears, and neck are all red. His legs are crossed and his hand covers his mouth to keep his voice contained.

You’re going to have to fix that later.

[luminarypuppet]

Drew @dr-devoraak 's apprentice, Iltariya!

I drew this on my phone which made my hands go numb....... But I hope you like it!!

This is just my Art blog-))

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