#julian x apprentice

[rebassketchbook]

Pulled from the brink of an art slump by sketching my favorite sassy plague doctor. ♥️

[choih3ra]

Just got a commission and THIS IS AMAZING OMG😭😭😭💗💗💗

[cloud-ette]

The Arcana boys and what body part they love to kiss/worship the most?

OH MY YES- and I think I will add where they love to be worshipped the most mueheheh

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Julian

ꫂ ၴႅၴ Your arms. Julian takes his time to cover in kisses your neck and chest or rub the nose against your inner thighs, but the main recipients of his devotion are your arms. The way they gently wrap around his body when you welcome him back home, keeping him safe and sheltered from every sorrow and trouble; their softness and warmth against his skin, and more than anything, how you open them whenever you see him: he is your biggest treasure, they shout it a million times, so he doesn't have any chance to resist and not melt under the sun of your love. If you give him free rein, he will spend uncountable hours caressing and peppering in kisses every inch of them, to thank you for being in his life.

ꕤ His back. Julian has a really sensitive body and every touch, whenever it lands, awakes a full storm of sensations; but not as much as when you focus your attention on his back. He gasps and jolts every time your fingers traces delicate paths on his skin, burying the face against the pillow or into his own hands, and how loud he moans as soon as your nails sink into the flesh or scratch it enough to leave red marks...

The thing he loves the most is when you approach him while he's sit working at his desk, and you press yourself against his back and rub the cheeks against it, or lift his shirt to leave a soft trail of kisses down his spine; your affection and desire for him rolls against the doctor like a gentle wave, and he stops whatever he's doing to live the moment at its fullest, grabbing your hands and holding them against his heart, the sweetest smile on his face. "Keep going, darling, you make me feel so alive..."

Muriel

ꫂ ၴႅၴ Your cheeks. Muriel has a real weakness for them, from the first moment he meets you: are they as soft, smooth and rosy as they seem? No trick added? ... For real?

He is tempted to poke them and see what happens, and this strange pull doesn't leave his chest; the opposite, since the more time he spends by your side and see how you puff your cheeks out when you pretend to be angry, or how deeply they can become red when you are flustered or laughing, the more he wants to stroke them with the back of his hands, slowly and tenderly. At some point, he would do anything to feel them under his fingers; so, when you two become close enough to allow yourselves some intimacy, he takes his time savoring the sensation of finally being able to touch your face, marveling at the warmth of your skin and blushing madly for how much you are smiling - and only for him. "...... Your cheeks are so hot now..."

"So they are burning... or do you find them irresistible?"

His shocked expression speaks by itself, and you cannot hold back a loud laugh. What a cutie... "You are so sweet... stroke them forever, please."

The moment you say it, Muriel loses what little control left in him, and his lips meets your cheeks again and again, pouring on them all the sweet, deep feelings he has for you; and it is only the beginning. Just wait to see what happens from now on.

ꕤ His hands. Every second you spend kissing them, your soft lips worshipping or teasing his fingers and palms; every moment you bring them to your face or on your body or simply hold them in yours, his heart skips a bit and a soft warmth spreads into his chest, and Muriel has to avert the gaze to not start moaning.

Those hands did horrible, terrible things, were tools for carnage, pain and death; he even arrived to the point of hating them, despising himself even more...

But then you came. You entered his life and choose to stay, and everything changed: you were not scared by them, and instead you took every opportunity to hold them; you were always kind to him and to them, caressing every callus and line with your characteristic gentle touch, softly blowing on his palms to make him laugh; and whenever you looked for them, asking for their caresses, for their protection...

How... and why... why something that brought the darkest desperation, still holds the power to bring such happiness as the one reflected in your eyes?

Sometimes, the boy still doesn't have the complete answer to this mystery; so he listens to you and what you have to say on the matter, leaving behind another ghost as soon as your fingers intertwine or do the hand-kissing, asking for a sweet dance.

[lyrium-tits]

Sailor & siren

[trickbxbes]

Julian NSFW Headcanons (18+)

Warnings: Julian is a bottom sorry let’s be fr, so top MC, unprotected seggs cuz time period, mentions of a creampie, dom/sub funzies, I realize I write too much for this to be considered headcanons only,

Julian tries to be the one in charge at first. He really does. But you can tell from the slight hesitance in his words and forced confidence that he’s only doing it to try and please you.

Little does he know that you really don’t need all that!

Julian’s lips meet yours once more with an indescribable passion. He groans softly against your lips as your hands snake their way into his hair. You massage his scalp, and give a small tug on his auburn curls.

“(Y,n)…”

He mumbles in the kiss, panting softly. You’d let your hands trail down to his chest and gently push him onto your bed. The shop had closed, and Asra was off traveling for more supplies. Meaning neither of you expected any interruptions.

Not breaking the contact, you began to kiss down his neck. Julian hums quietly, moving his head to give you further access to his throat, at your mercy.

“(Y,n)…. Let me…”

But his gasp of pleasure betrays him as you take a small nibble, your teeth grazing his sensitive area. His hands find your waist, his thumbs gently caressing the spot.

You pull back to see his lovestruck expression. His eyes were full of passion, his lips wet and slightly parted. Your hand gracefully cups his face, and he leans into your touch. With his eyes briefly closed, you say,

“No, let me take care of you.”

The surprise in his now widened eyes was unmistakeable. He gulps softly, wanting to object, but you silence him with a kiss. All the protests fades as he gives into your command, whimpering as you push him further on the bed and crawl in his lap.

Very vocal, I may add.

You’ll have to cover his mouth when you’re riding him or use your own mouth instead.

Broken gasps and rhythmic moans come out of his throat with every bounce on his cock. His beautiful sky eyes were rolled back, but he’d continuously try to gaze into your eyes instead. It wasn’t just the pleasure, but the mere feeling of knowing he was safe in your hands.

“(Y,n)…! (Y,n)…! (Y-Y,n)!”

Julian’s hair was a mess, but he simply didn’t have the hands to fix it. They were firmly at your waist, giving him some illusion of control.

You’d blink down at him, panting but smirking. “Yes, Julian?” You lean down to bite his bottom lip before he could, drawing another palpable sound. It was music to your ears, sweet like honey.

When the male couldn’t respond, his lip quivering and his brain too hazy, you connected the dots.

“Mm, gonna cum for me?”

As if it flipped a switch in his brain, he refocuses on grounding himself. His grip on your hips tighten and he nods rapidly.

“Yes… yes! For you. Only for you.”

Because that’s what he was, yours. And when you’d grant him permission to fill you up, he’d do so with a fierce groan. Eyes clamped shut and his face toward the roof.

❤️❤️

[bigproblemsfunnylife]

I love your headcannons/your writing! Could you write about the m6 seeing mc cry for the first time? (Mc never cries) thank you sm

Hey hey! Thank you! Yes of course, here you have:

MAIN 6 x GN! MC WHO NEVER CRIES

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ᴛɪᴛʟᴇ: Headcanons

ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ: Asra Alzanar, Julian Devorak, Nadia Satrinava, Muriel, Portia Devorak and Lucio.

ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: Mentions of crying, emotional distress, vulnerability, panic responses.

ASRA

—Probably it happens before the Red Plague. If it’s after… Asra will think he failed bringing you back.

—It happens so suddenly that Asra doesn’t even blink at first. You, the one who always start the day with a grin and who can soothe tension with a joke, suddenly just… crack.

—Maybe it’s after an argument, or a quiet moment when something inside you just snaps. And when your voice trembles, they freeze, utterly still.

—They’ve seen you angry, scared and tired. But never like this. Never with tears streaking your cheeks like you’re breaking apart.

—Their first instinct is disbelief. They actually whisper your name softly, like they’re afraid you’ll vanish if they move too fast.

—Then they’re at your side, hands hovering, eyes glassy. “Hey… hey, look at me. What happened?”

—They try to be calm, but their voice shakes, because Asra doesn’t do helplessness well. And seeing you like this makes them feel completely helpless.

—Once you finally let them touch you, they pull you close, one hand on the back of your head, the other tracing circles on your spine.

—They whisper reassurance over and over, just reminding you you’re safe. “You don’t have to hold it all in anymore. I’ve got you. I’ve got you.”

—Later, when you fall asleep against their shoulder, Asra sits awake for hours just watching you breathe, silently promising that they’ll make sweeter things for you when you wake up.

—From then on, they pay closer attention to the subtle signs you’re struggling, because the thought of you reaching that breaking point again terrifies them.

JULIAN

—Oh, Julian malfunctions.

—The first time he sees you cry, he genuinely looks like someone’s hit him in the chest.

“Wait, wait, wait— Are you— Are you crying? Oh gods— What did I do?!”

—He’s instantly convinced it’s his fault. Even if you stubbed your toe. Even if it’s the weather. He’s apologizing before he knows what for.

“I knew it! I’ve driven you mad! I talk too much, I breathe too loud, I—”

“Julian,” you sniffle. “It’s not about you.”

“It’s not— Oh thank the gods— wait, what happened?”

—Once he realizes it’s serious, all the drama drains away and he’s so soft. He kneels in front of you, hands trembling, voice quiet. “Hey… sweetheart. What’s going on?”

—When you start talking, he listens with raw, open concern.

—Then he pulls you into one of those tight, desperate hugs, the kind where he’s half holding you together and half holding himself too.

“You don’t have to keep it in for me,” he whispers into your hair. “You’re allowed to break sometimes. You’ve held me through worse, haven’t you?”

—When you finally stop crying, he insists on pampering you ridiculously: makes you tea, wraps you in his coat, brings you a napkin and brings to you Mazelinka’s soup.

—Later, he’ll lie awake, stroking your hair, eyes soft and pained, wondering how long you’ve been hiding those tears behind your smile.

NADIA

—Nadia prides herself on composure, both hers and yours. You’ve always matched her calm with confidence, the two of you perfectly balanced. So when she sees your mask shatter, she doesn’t know what to do at first.

—Maybe it’s in her study after a long day, when you try to speak but your voice cracks, and tears start falling faster than you can stop them.

—She drops everything. The quill and papers clatter to the floor. “My love?” Her voice softens immediately.

—She moves to you quickly, her steps still elegant but her heart racing. When she reaches you, she doesn’t ask questions right away. She just takes your hands and squeezes, grounding you.

—The Duchess disappears. But Nadia remains. “It’s alright. You don’t have to hide this from me.”

—If you try to apologize (“I don’t usually cry”) she hushes you instantly. “Then I am honored you trust me enough to start now.”

—She wipes your tears with her thumb so gently it almost hurts, then brings your hand to her lips.

—Later, when she’s alone, she lets herself feel the knowledge that you’ve been carrying so much without her noticing.

—She becomes fiercely protective after that. Every little sign of weariness, she’s already there with a hand on your back and tea already steeping.

—But she never makes you feel fragile.

MURIEL

—Muriel’s never been good with emotions, his or anyone else’s. But when it’s you, the one person who’s always bright and steady, and suddenly he sees tears sliding down your face? It knocks the breath out of him.

—He just stares for a moment, frozen, like he’s not sure if he’s allowed to move.

—His first instinct is to give you space. Then you make a small sound, a little sob or gasp.

—He’s there in two steps, crouching in front of you, hands hovering awkwardly before he finally rests one on your shoulder.

“Hey. What… happened?” His voice is so soft it barely exists.

—You can’t even speak at first, and he doesn’t push. He just sits with you, silent.

—When you finally lean toward him, he catches you gently and pulls you against his chest. His heartbeat is slow. He doesn’t say much, just breathes with you until the shaking eases.

—Eventually, he murmurs, “You don’t have to be strong all the time.” It’s not a lecture (even if it seems.)

—Later, he’ll go outside and punch a tree or something just to let out his own helpless frustration. He hates seeing you hurt, especially when you’ve always been the one comforting everyone else.

—After that, Muriel watches you a little more closely. When he sees that hint of tension in your shoulders, he wordlessly takes your hand. Just to remind you that you’re not alone anymore.

PORTIA

—The moment she sees your tears, she freezes like a startled cat. Then: “Wait— are you— crying?!”

—You try to brush it off (“I’m fine, really—”), but the quiver in your voice betrays you.

—Her eyes go huge, and she’s instantly next to you, wrapping her arms around you before you can protest. “Nope! Nope, come here! You’re clearly not fine!”

—Portia’s the type who doesn’t handle people crying well because she’s so empathetic. So you cry, she cries.

—Within seconds you’ve got her sniffling, muttering into your shoulder: “It’s okay, we’ll cry together, we’ll make it a team.”

—But she’s also incredibly nurturing. Once the initial shock fades, she switches into caretaker mode. Gets you water, wipes your tears and makes sure your hair isn’t sticking to your face.

“You never cry. This must be really bad. Talk to me, baby, what happened?”

—When you finally open up, she just listens, occasionally interjecting with soft “Oh, honey…” or “That’s not fair…” in that heartfelt Portia way.

—Afterward, she insists on doing something comforting as baking cookies, cuddling under blankets, maybe dancing in the kitchen to distract you.

—You end up laughing through the tears, and that’s exactly what she wanted. Her goal is always to bring your smile back.

LUCIO

—Lucio has never seen you cry. He honestly thought you couldn’t.

—So when he walks in and sees you shaking, eyes red, tears falling, he just freezes mid-step. “…Wait. Are you—?”

—You nod, trying to hide your face. And something in him breaks.

“No. No, no, no, that’s— you don’t cry. You’re not supposed to cry! That’s my job!”

—He panics. He starts grabbing things at random, tissues, blankets, even wine, but none of which are helping.

“Do you want a blanket?! Food?! Blood?! No, wait, not blood— oh gods, what do I do?!”

—Eventually he just gives up and pulls you into a messy hug. You can feel his heart pounding through his chest.

“Hey. Don’t— don’t do that,” he mutters, voice suddenly small. “You’re supposed to be okay. You’re the strong one.”

—When you confess what’s wrong, all his bluster vanishes. He gets serious with these soft eyes you rarely see.

“You’ve been holding that in all this time?” he murmurs. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

—You shrug weakly, and he just sighs and tucks you under his chin. “You’re allowed to break down, you know.”

—Afterward, he becomes a ridiculous caretaker. He fetches you hot drinks, polishes his armor extra quietly, and insists that: “If anyone makes you cry again, I’m setting their house on fire.”

—But later, when you’ve both calmed down, he’ll admit softly, “Seeing you cry… scared me. Don’t ever think you have to hide that from me, alright?”

[mindie-arts]

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒔 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒏’ 🥀

[whimsicalkermit]

if you were still looking for writing requests~~

would you be willing to write about the m6 when they’re angry? or how you think they would react in a heated argument with mc?

how do you think they handle their anger ? like do they yell, laugh, pace, cry, etc.

Tysm for the requesttt this will be my first official writing post so I hope you all enjoy. 🦭

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Julian 🥀

- Let’s be honest it would take a lot for Julian to get seriously upset with MC (I feel at least).

- When you two do get into a serious argument, Julian would probably let you have the last word.

- He would spend some time alone in another area of the house.

- Mans is muttering about what he could’ve said to you, about what he didn’t do, about how your body trembled from anger, then how your eyes had watered…ultimately it leads to him realizing the toll the argument would’ve taken on the both of you.

- Makes him incredibly sad, from the sight replaying in his head.

- Of course the gentleman he is would try to make it up to you. Come up to you (like the drama queen he also is) gets on his knees and tells you he’s “so deeply sorry for what happened earlier darling, please forgive me.”

- After, you both end up cuddling the rest of the day.

Asra 🔮

- As we all know…you two’s argument history isn’t the best..*ahem*

- So this would probably be y’all’s first real argument as an official couple.

- Asra was very very VERY tempted to go back to their old ways, run off and travel. But he’s grown from being that person. (plus the guilt of just up and leaving you again like the last time was weighing on him)

- Instead he has been passively aggressively cleaning the shop for the last few hours. In fact you both were.

- At some point you’d both tried wiping down glass bottles quietly; with only the high pitched squeaks of glass being rubbed too hard and too fast.

- Well it seems cleaning glasses in such a way causes them to be quite slippery, which leads to you dropping yours.

- The sudden drop startles both of you, Asra looks at you, and you look at him. You both laugh at how unserious this whole thing was.

- Asra went to get the broom while carefully apologizing. You doing so as well. You’d both came to the conclusion that with the history you’ve both endured, petty arguments that could be easily resolved weren’t worth it.

- Afterwards I could see them (Asra) making you both tea.

Muriel 🪲

- WHAT COULD YOU HAVE POSSIBLY DONE TO UPSET THIS MAN?!?

- It’d probably be due to miscommunication

- To say the least, I feel Muriel would just shut down. He’d be upset with you for not fully getting what he was trying to say and upset at himself for being upset.

- He would try to get the confidence to apologize multiple times…but just end up overthinking his words.

- Eventually you’d likely be the one to come to him and once you do he’d kinda overflow with emotions and while his eyes watered use all the apologies he made in his mind.

- He’d then end with “I don’t want to argue again please.”

- ✨And that was the last argument you both had.✨ (lmao)

Portia 🐈 -

- PETTY GURL‼️ even to her own pookie.

- I feel She’s the type to make snarky remarks as you both go about your days.

- (This would have to be a pretty big argument for her to be doing all this btw cause let’s be honest Portia can do no wrong.)

- She would probably be in her garden a lot more to blow off steam. You’d both likely keep away from each other for a few days.

- While tending to her fruits and veggies she begins realizing how immature she’s been over the pass few days, realizing how much she missed you, and missed spending time together, loving on each other the whole nine yards which makes her cry.

- She’d come from outside with that pouty face she does, walking up and holding onto you as she apologizes. Then apologizes more, for every little remark she had made as she lied on your shoulder.

- She would try to make it up to you even more with making some baked goods, probably writing very wiggly “I’m sorry’s ☹️” on them.

Lucio ⚜️ -

- PETTY GURL Pt 2‼️‼️

- You go low he goes lower ☠️

- As we know he is such a diva, probably got upset over the littlest thing.

- Like Portia, He would not let this dead horse rest in peace.

- After the initial fight with you both he would be pacing like a mad man. Loudly exclaiming his feelings from all the way across the castle. (which you can hear btw he’s a loud bitch we know this lmao)

- I don’t think he’d admit he was wrong even with all the growth that he’s had, but he would start having servants give you his many apology letters he’d written after HE realized HE was wrong.

- After believing he’d sent enough letters he’d come back to you, looking away from you, with that half pout half snarl (yk what look I’m talking about).

- “M’sorry..” he’d say under his breath before finally looking at you. “Do you…forgive me…?”

- Mmmm idk I’d make him write just a few more letters before giving in hehe.

Nadia - 🍇

- I feel Nadia would definitely be a quiet anger type of gal, at least when it comes to you.

- Kind of like how a cat flicks its tail when angry, she would do a finger tap to maintain her emotions.

- She would try to not to make a big fuss over the argument after you both reconcile but it would eat at her and you could see this.

- She would sit you down one night expressing all that she’d been storing.

- “Darling you know I love you, truly but, I just cannot sit on this any longer.” She’d say to you. Holding your hands.

- Nadia would admit that she could be better at communicating her emotions with you, but also calmly reopen the argument to discuss it with you like the baddie she is.

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