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Vesuvia Weekly; Inside Jokes (Rowan and Julian)
okay so a bit is technically a joke and i had this thought about them just doing improv during some mundane activities.. there's a lot of dialogue here so it was really fun to write (though like always i was a little worried whether it's in character enough..). and i wrote this whole thing while laying on my carpet because my sheets were in the washing!! so fun!
there's just a little more than 1k words here by the way! it's all sappy and mushy. and i included my olive theory headcanon
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"Juliannn, I finished tidying." Rowan walks into the kitchen, stretching his arms and yawning. He approaches Julian from behind and hugs his waist gently.
"Oh? That took quite a bit longer than usual, I'm already finished with dinner. A lot of dust today?" he smiles and turns around to kiss his partner's forehead.
"No, Malak didn't stick the landing earlier and knocked over some jars-"
"What-? Why didn't you tell me that? I would've helped!"
"It's fine! It's fine, I've gotten it covered. The shop is squeaky clean now..." Rowan yawns again, "And I am sooo hungry." he looks over Julian's shoulder and into the pot in front of him.
"...Like what you see?" Julian asks with a smirk.
"That sauce looks amazing..." Rowan sighs out and leans against Julian's frame.
"Well, the recipe was Pasha's courtesy. Ah, and she was the one that made the pasta... I haven't gotten the hang of that yet."
"You'd make such a good househusband..."
"No, come on... Would you like a househusband that can't even make edible pasta?"
"Mm, if he was as handsome as you..." Rowan snickers and pokes Julian's side, making him jerk back with a yelp, continued by embarrassed chuckling.
"You flirt... Just sit already, I can hear your stomach growling."
Rowan chuckles and goes to sit down at the table. He pulls his feet up on the chair and looks up at Julian with a smile while he brings the plates over and sits down across from him. The pasta does look delicious... Rowan's never been a big tomato fan but he is possibly the biggest tomato sauce fan in all of Vesuvia.
"You didn't put any olives in, right...?" Rowan inquires with a slightly raised eyebrow.
"Not in your plate. I have them all to myself now." Julian snorts when he looks up to see Rowan's disapproving scowl, "I don't judge your food choices!" he adds with a soft scoff.
Rowan rolls his eyes a little and starts eating. He twirls the pasta around his fork swiftly and puts it into his mouth, with his head just above the plate.
After a while of silence while they're both busy eating, Julian says something again.
"That's no way for a proper gentleman to go about this... You eat like a beast."
Rowan raises his eyes to be met with Julian's familiar expression. That silly teasing smirk. So he answers accordingly.
"That's because I am a beast. A very fierce and dangerous one."
"Right, of course. What kind of beast are you?"
"Umm... A dragon! Yes, that."
"Ah, I can picture that already... But what color?"
"Red. Naturally."
"And just how big of a dragon are you?"
"Twenty feet."
"...In length or height?"
"Height, of course."
"Well that's just greedy..."
Rowan holds up a finger to silence him and Julian just smirks again.
"Fine then. You're a huge red dragon. So can I ride you?"
Rowan snorts and covers his mouth in fear of spitting his pasta out. He recovers and swallows his bite.
"Wait, but who even are you?"
"Uh... Maybe just a simple peasant with a soft spot for dragons. So I come with a query. Can I ride you, oh mighty dragon? So I can experience the feeling of soaring the sky, the wind of my face and escaping my mundane life as a simple olive farmer..."
Rowan wrinkles his nose at that slightly and it makes Julian scoff again.
"So...?" he raises his eyebrows, waiting for an answer.
"The Rowan-dragon considers it. And then he eats you whole. One bite."
"Er- Huh? But why?"
"Sheep shortage. He's very hungry."
"But I'm all skin an bones! I'm a very humble farmer, not nutritious at all!"
"The dragon doesn't particularly care."
"But I'm so full of love and affection for you, dear dragon! I could've offered you something no mere sheep would be able to. If only you haven't eaten me... Now I'm just slowly dissolving in your dragon stomach acids... Nobody will even remember the name of... Uh... Wilhelm Olivewilhelm..."
Rowan shakes his head slowly with a weak grin.
"Maybe it's better off not being remembered-"
"Rude! So that's just it? Wilhelm gets eaten and that's the end of his story?"
"No, uh... The dragon reconsiders the situation and spits you- Wilhelm up. Wait, should I say you or Wilhelm?"
"Whatever you see fit. But how is that possible? Wasn't it a bite? I'm like a bloody mush now."
"Eh, it was more of a gulp, actually. So the dragon spits you up and you're mostly undamaged. The dragon is moved, in fact. Moved by the love he felt radiating off of you while you were in his stomach."
"Right. So, mighty dragon, will you let me love you? I don't care what the world thinks of us... My feelings are strong, undeniable and I can't hide them anymore-"
"The dragon leans in for a big, sloppy kiss."
"That's..."
"Do you return the kiss? Your whole head is in the dragon's mouth by the way.
"How is that supposed to work then...?"
"I don't know, lick him from the inside?"
"Rowan, ew!"
They both explode into laughter, forgetting about their pasta almost completely. When they manage to calm down a little, Rowan leans back and yawns again.
"Aww, is my dear dragon that tired already? You should just go to sleep once we finish eating." Julian says with a soft smile.
"Well, terrorizing villages does take up a lot of energy. And I can't go to sleep right after this, I get heartburn..." Rowan rubs his eyes a bit and leans down again to finish his pasta.
"Then I'll make you chamomile tea." Julian shovels the last bit of his food into his mouth and gets up from his seat.
"Thank you, Wilhelm." Rowan answers with a grateful smile.
While Julian prepares the drink, Rowan manages to clear off his plate. Then Julian approaches again and sets the tea poured into Rowan's favorite flowery cup on the table in front of him.
"You're still a little dirty, darling." Julian instinctively reaches forward to wipe Rowan's face and gasps when his fingers get bitten down on.
"Hey, what's this for?"
Rowan lets go after a moment.
"I'm still the dragon. It's an immersive experience. Besides, don't you know that dragons are allowed to go to sleep all dirty and disgusting?"
"Not my dragon. My dragon is supposed to go to sleep all clean and smelling like fresh flowers." he states and grabs the nearest piece of cloth so he can clean Rowan's face.
"No, an ambush-!" Rowan yelps and starts squirming under his touch. Julian just carries on with a grin.
"Now," Julian sets the cloth away and hands Rowan the cup of tea "take your little drink and to bed with you, dragon. I'll handle the dishes."
Rowan gets up from his seat with another yawn and Julian puts an arm around him just to give him a little peck on the lips. Then he nudges him towards the exit of the kitchen.
"I love you, dearest dragon."
"The dragon loves you too."
#vesuvia weekly#inside jokes#garf lover96 creation#the arcana#julian devorak#GIGGLING AND KICKING MY LEGS
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there's this really sad and unfortunately super common thing with abused/neglected parrots where there's only a handful of things they know how to say, because those are the only things their former owners ever said to them, usually awful, heartbreaking shit like "shut up!" and "stupid bird!"
and i'm just thinking about like. lucio at the red market looking for a new pet, and there's a vendor there he's never seen before, but they have gorgeous animals, many pristine white. maybe they were tipped off.
"good eye, my lord," they say when lucio smiles and pets the scruff of an adorable fox kit. he couldn't take her home, mercedes would get jealous, but she snuggles into his palm and he's tempted.
"lovely, no? the breed comes from the south," which lucio knows, obviously, and he meets the vendor's eyes with an arched brow.
"my dog would kill her," he says, more regretfully to the kit herself than to them.
they don't seem to mind. "perhaps a heartier beast, then," they say with a flourish, and gesture to a small cage housing a terrified bear cub, much too young to be away from his mother. "still on the bottle, but he'll be eight feet tall, at least." when they hook their long fingers through the bars, the cub ambles up and licks at their fingers, seemingly searching for a teat. poor darling.
still, "i think, in that case, my wife would kill me." nadia still hasn't gotten over the macaques.
the vendor attempts another smooth transition, but before they can, from behind them, there's a horrible screech of "ARREST THEM!"
all around there is a slight bristling reaction; the voice clearly isn't human, but the words obviously prick up the ears of these sorts of people.
the vendor scowls, turning their back to lucio to lift the blanket over one of the cages and scold, "for gods' sake, shut it, you horrible bird!"
"THIEF! POACHER!" replies the bird.
"i'd like to see him," replies the count.
the vendor whirls back around, incredulous, but stern, their lip curled. "only if you intend to buy," they say. "if i take the cover off, that damn bird screams all night."
lucio sets his jaw, and sets a purse of coin on the table. "i'd like to see him."
"s'not enough."
"HORRIBLE BIRD!"
"you seem to want him off your hands badly enough."
and reluctantly, the vendor pulls away the blanket to reveal a sulfur-crested cockatoo, brilliantly white and gorgeous and nervously plucking healthy feathers from his wings.
"UGLY BIRD! SHUT UP! STUPID CAMIO!"
"camio? is that your name, gorgeous boy?"
"STUPID CAMIO," screeches camio, then lowers his head, somehow looking self-conscious, and quickly goes back to pulling at his feathers. "UGLY BIRD!"
"i certainly disagree," he says softly. when he reaches a finger through the cage, camio lets him pet the soft feathers on his forehead, closing his eyes and bobbing his head like a little nod.
lucio slams another purse on the table and memorizes the vendor's face to describe to the guards.
nadia rolls her eyes when he arrives home with the bird, but her face crumples much like lucio's had at the cry of "UGLY BIRD!" and when lucio tells her of the vendor - the poacher - she agrees, for once, to have them hanged.
camio is loud and a bit frustrating, with her headaches, and nadia worried her husband would never have the patience, but now, when she hears the parrot's shrieking voice, it says:
"HANDSOME BOY!"
"CLEVER BIRD! CLEVER BIRD!"
"CAMIO'S DADDY'S PRETTY BIRD!"
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Hello! Who’s your favorite route after Julian’s?(or like based on everything you post I’m guessing it’s Julian…)
(i just remembered that i got some asks earlier) yeah, favorite is definitely Julian!! this is embarrassing but i haven't actually played through any other routes as of now.. but when it come to characters or what routes i want to do next, 2nd is Lucio and 3rd is Portia
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Friday night at the rowdy raven (literally the first time i've drawn fanart)
SHUT UPPP YOU ACTUALLY DREW THIS OMG😭😭😭 I'M CRYING THANK YOU
#garf lover96 answers#oh my god?????#it literally took me a second to remember that i reblogged that😭
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crow singing along to flute music
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AHH BOUNTIFUL HARVEST TODAY now i have all asra postcards too!!!!!
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Rare Smiles - Julian Devorak
(the one in which Esme gushes talks about her lover's smile...)
(esme is something of a writer so why doesn't SHE answer this prompt, huh? why should i do it)
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Julian's Smile: A Thought by Esme Noble
Julian's smile isn't rare, if by “rare” you mean “infrequent.” On the contrary, he smiles all the time, and for a variety of reasons, I find.
He smiles sometimes when he's nervous, sometimes when he's sad, or to make people comfortable, or to keep a secret (his version of a poker face is a relaxed smile as opposed to stoicism)… Just off of the top of my head. That doesn't even mention how he smiles when he's happy, and how even within that one emotion he's got different shapes of smiles — his raffish grin, a teasing smirk, a small smile of awe, a smile of endearment, a beam of pure joy.
It's like a reflex to him; if you catch him unawares, he's likely to smile in surprise at whatever you did or said. (Especially if he's falling asleep. If he's barely awake and you speak to him, half the time the corners of his lips curl up and his eyebrows raise before he's even processed what you said. It's the funniest thing. The cutest.)
His smile is rare in the sense that something about it is so unique to him. It's Julian's Smile. That's why it looked so odd to see him grin while in disguise as Asra. It just didn't fit who Asra is.
It's everything that Julian is. It's sharp, it's dramatic, it's flirtatious.
If you went into a bar and asked around about him (“What's the first thing you think of when you hear Julian Devorak? ”), you would hear a variety of answers, from “You mean the tall one?” or “The one with the hair?” to a heartily laughed/sneered “That bastard!” And certainly included in this list is “The one with the smile?” Or some variation of it. I mean it, I've heard it myself. He is the one with the smile so bright that it burns itself into your mind.
I suppose even I am not immune to a pretty smile — when we first met (the actual first time, before the Plague), it was what I initially noticed about him. Some people have that ability to smile naturally in such a way where all you want is to see them smile again. I imagine that I'm not alone in this feeling either, where Julian Devorak bursts into your life, all grins, and it makes your heart soar into some Ether realm full of fire and light and color. To smile like that, and change someone's life forever, to change me from someone who was not particularly inclined toward anything, and tilt my world on its axis, is magic.
Though I figure it wasn't only the smile that did all of that. It would be meaningless if not for the person behind it. Julian Devorak and his magic.
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i love gifs that don’t loop. they had a story to tell and now they’re done
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IT CAME it came to me i'm so happy, i'll get to it soon:33333
waiting for my big eureka moment so i can actually start writing something for the inside jokes prompt for vesuvia weekly. it will happen soon, i know it........
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