Im Definitely Not The First To Do This

im definitely not the first to do this

Proof that Julian Devorak and Flynn Rider are the same person:

yesterday he didnt collect as much feedback as i expect so i smash him

not in a way he'd like to be smashed.

Good Morning

Julian Devorak x reader fluff!!

baby's first upload omg,, this is from 2021

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You feel a gentle heat on your face before you force yourself to open your eyes.

When you do, the first thing you see is the head of auburn hair attached to your boyfriend, who appears to be peacefully sleeping, judging from the snores coming from him.

You already knew what this morning would entail: cuddling up to him (which you did as soon as you could, mind you) and sleeping a little bit more before he woke up, then welcoming each other into a new day with all the affection you were able to give, getting up, stealing his shirt and making breakfast.

Step two didn’t last too long, as much as you were enjoying the feel of his breathing against your chest, you hear a very sleepy, and very soft

“are you awake?”

To which you reply with a simple “nope”, and a very obviously fake snore.

He chuckles softly, making you both shake lightly, and turns around to face you.

“Good morning, darling”

“Good morning, Ilya”

He always seems to melt when you call him that, and you keep that name only for times like this; where only happiness and adoration are present, and behind his cloudy grey eyes you can’t find a trace of the man he was when you met: a man who would not admit to his own value even when being (figuratively) held at gunpoint.

You continue; “how did you sleep, dearest?” and you beg that the answer is not the one you expect.

After a second comes his reply, “Wonderfully. There was music and a picnic, all our loved ones were there, I think it was someone’s birthday, a lovely dream. You were there, too, obviously”

“oh?” you inquire. The little times he has pleasant dreams, you want to let him talk about them as much as he’d like.

And so he does, explaining the very recent dream in surprising detail, and you listen to all of it while petting his hair and letting yourself kiss his head every now and then.

His very enthusiastic tale is interrupted however, by a rumbling sound coming from your stomach, and despite the trust and comfort you find in Ilya, you can’t help but to go red as he lets out a laugh, though it’s not judgy.

“I guess we’ll have to go get breakfast, huh? What time is it?” He turns away from you to grab his phone, but he doesn’t let go from your body at any time “oh. Brunch, not breakfast”

It’s your turn to laugh. He sounds so disappointed, it’s endearing. As if you didn’t find everything he did endearing.

“I suppose so...” you say, soft amusement in your voice. He starts getting up with a groan, turning around and sitting up on the bed, legs hanging from the mattress. As his feet touch the cold ground, he flinches, and you decide you better warm him up, so you hug him from behind, your barely clothed chest against his naked back, and he groans again.

“If you keep that up we’re gonna end up having to get dinner” he chuckles.

“Oh and you’d hate that, obviously” you tease. You know whatever affection you’ll give he’ll take, the same thing could be said for you, too.

“Most definitely. It would be true torture”

“You say that like you wouldn’t enjoy every second of it” You can see the tips of his ears turn red. You win this time.

You let go of his body with a sigh, and sit next to him as you let your legs hang from the bed yourself. The floor really is cold, but you power through, grabbing his shirt from the floor and putting it on. It has The Rowdy Raven’s logo on it, he always says it’s his most priced posession. He won it on a wet t-shirt contest at his favourite bar, which you didn’t have the pleasure of seeing. Bummer.

“You look very elegant in that!” while you were imagining twenty-somethings Julian with a wet shirt, he had gotten up and put on some slippers and pijama pants. He grabs you by the waist and kisses your cheek.”Are we going to one of Nadia’s parties?” you laugh a bit, if you ever showed up in this outfit to one of Nadia’s acclaimed parties, you wouldn’t be allowed in, as much as she likes the both of you. Maybe you’d be able to go to Asra and Muriel’s house, but even they’d think it’s a bit of a stretch.

“C’mon, let’s go make breakfast, I think there are some of Mazelinka’s scones left” he says. He gives you a peck on the lips and then leaves the room, you follow behind him.

Anyone who makes fan art of the arcana (the game) you WILL be my friend… you have no choice >:]

PLEASE‼️🙏 I AM SO SERIOUS ABOUT THIS

I NEED MORE ARCANA ARTIST FRIENDS

Lil Asra sleeping animation I made a while ago and never shared, so here it is!