#Lucio Stan’s pull up

[onedayimgonnasnap]

Lucio Slander

I’m choosing to be a menace to society starting with this ugly ass mother fucker.

Lucio desperately needs some mother fucking eye drops.

His hair is so gelled it cracks after he takes a shower and they’re still hair gel in it.

Mother fucker would go up to any Hispanic and say “My garden needs to be watered.”

Bro Fr deadass a colonizer

He makes Rika and J*sper look like saints. How tf is that even possible-

Bro dead ass is hated on by the whole damn city.

Bro is throwing tantrums at 40.

How tf does he cheat on Nadia- NADIA IS TO GOOD FOR HIM- WTF

Bro dead ass built like Ken from Toy Story 3

Bros hair line is dead ass reciting. It’s leaving to a whole ass another country.

bros the type of mf to say every single slur A-Z to remember his ABCs because he’s to dumb to memorize them.

Bro dead ass looks like a depressed uncle

He’s the type of mf to say he’s not white but say he’s actually 0.001% black so he can say the N- Word

Bros nose is built like a right triangle.

He’s allergic to anything spicy. He adds salt and pepper and says it’s the height of luxury.

How tf do you screw up so badly for your own momma to hate you 💀✋

I bet his mama really regrets not having an abortion

Bro dead ass in Muriel’s route cried “MAMA” and no one was there to help him 😭

Bro when you open up the app and press everyone they all have a cute smile and then there’s HIM- AND ITS SUCH AN UGLY FACE.

Bros hygiene is so down bad that a plague was coming back when he was coming back. Do you know how bad that fucking looks? 😒

Plague or no plague, the deepest HES ever been in a hole is the one that he came out of his mamas.

Everytime we see him as a goat it’s a whole ass jumpscare.

Bros Fr apology video is gonna be a Travis Scott one.

I bet he doesn’t even wash his ass in the shower.

His nails are so fucking dirty they’re all black and it’s not even from the plague.

Bro has an ugly crying face. How tf do people get manipulated by him 💀✋ like dead ass I could tell him the trash Can has 5 dollars in it and he’d jump in without worrying about anything.

Bros fake robo arm has all the damn diseases, AIDS, cancer, bitchlesscosus, diabetes, rabies.

Actually if he bit you in his goat form you would proceed to her rabies.

I like how everytime he appears everyone is so sick and tired of his always seeking validation ass.

He has the posture of someone who didn’t get enough love and validation from their father.

I bet he has lice, like both head lice and pubic lice. And some of the head lice are dead because of all that hair gel he be using. So they’re stuck there in the middle forever.

The remaining live lice sing gospel songs on his head and praying that someday they will escape his greasy head ass because even they can’t breathe.

He would make out with a guy and still refuse to wash his ass because he thinks it’s gay.

Bro is not on gang with his rizz gang.

Bros the type of mf to be so happy when someone gives him a Pat on the back. But when that person does give him a pat on the back their hand now has a fowl Oder that only Jesus can stop.

Mf has only a face a mother Can love. Actually I lied, not even his own mother could love what ever that is. 😟

I like how no matter the fan art and etc he’s still FUCKING UGLY- NOONE CAN DO HIM JUSTICE

Bro has enough ear wax to make him a candle for days.

Bros eye brows are some how splitting I bet his eyebrow lice also be singing Christmas carols

These bitches look the same 💀✋

[faustonastring]

hi there! if it's not too trouble, could you do the main six reacting to an mc who's famous? (like a famous actor or the leader of a famous band)

Thanks for requesting! This is gonna be a modern au just to make things easier, also to make things more easier let’s just say they’re hella famous. Like Beyoncé famous.

Merry belated Christmas. I wrote this months ago but it was just chilling in my drafts so enjoy

Main six with a famous Mc (modern Au)

Asra

Asra strikes me as the type who doesn’t really give a flying fuck about celebrities, and only knows about them from Stan twitter. He also watches keeping up with the kardashians with Nadia, lucio, and Portia. Chances are he only knows who you are because you were trending on twitter for some reason

He’s super photogenic and looks good in every paparazzi photo. He’s also good at ignoring the paparazzi, especially if they catch you when your having a bad day. He won’t give into petty gossip, he’ll pull you down into an alleyway or a store, until they leave or your Uber gets there.

His red carpet outfits are fire. Sometimes they look better than yours, it’s not that he means to, he honestly just wears what ever they put him in, but it’s usually.....weird. And he some how, makes it work, which is why everyone loves it

Nadia

She could care less about celebrities. Lucio can bitch to her all day about scandals a celebrity recently got involved in, or who said the n-word today, but she honestly could care less. The only celebrities she ‘keeps up with’ are the kardashians. (Lucio made her watch an episode once, she hated it, but stayed for kris)

She hates the paparazzi. She tries to avoid them with you as often as possible, and only leaves the house in a full face of makeup. No exceptions. (She’ll be damned if the paparazzi caught her slipping) and she ignores them all the time. No exceptions.

Her red carpets outfits are always polished and expensive. Pants suits, fancy dresses, suits, fancy hair, she can make anything look, but what looks best on her are outfits that don’t have a lot going on, simple, fancy things.

Julian

Grandma Julian devorak doesn’t know how to use twitter, and he only listens to twenty minute jazz tracks and Michael bublé. He ain’t going to know who you are, unless your in a movie, or multiple movies, then he’ll recognize you, but it will take him weeks to figure out from where.

He’s the second worst with paparazzi. He will make himself late for work gossiping with paparazzi. It doesn’t just end with work, dates, flights, meetings, if the paparazzi gets him, he’ll be stuck there talking for hours. He doesn’t mind the paparazzi, and he most definitely doesn’t talk with them for so long because he likes them, he just likes to gossip, and talk.

His red carpet outfits started out being all/mostly black, and it kind of became his trademark so he has no choice but to run with it now. Not that he minds, he likes the color black, he just wish he knew it was his trademark sooner. (He wore a red suit once and his stans rioted)

Portia

She knows who you are and does a shitty job hiding it. She just gets excited and giddy when she’s around famous people, even if she’s not a fan of you, they just make her anxious, but in a good(ish) way. She really wants to impress you.

She’s the third worst with paparazzi (we all know who’s the worst) if she’s in a hurry she won’t stay to talk for long, but if she’s not doing anything important she’ll stay and talk for a little longer. She has a weak spot for being interviewed. And they always catch her off guard.

Her red carpet outfits are usually very casual and cottage core(ish) and she has most definitely wore the strawberry dress from twitter atleast once. Sometimes she gets criticized for her outfits but she tries to let it roll off of her back because even if they’re not the fanciest things, she’s happy and you’re happy so that’s all that should matter.

Muriel

He’s more clueless than Julian. The man doesn’t have WiFi, and doesn’t plan on getting it anytime soon. Hell I wouldn’t even be surprised if he still has a flip phone, like who’s he gonna call? (Asra maybe, or maybe Nadia) he’s the most clueless

Hates paparazzi with a burning passion. He doesn’t like crowds, or people talking to him. Especially strangers asking him a shit load of questions, especially if those questions regard you or your relationship. That’s none of their business. He ignores and glares at them if they get to pushy, so hopefully they learn they’re lesson

His red carpet outfits are usually very neutral. Greens and browns, maybe a blue here and there. He tries to avoid red carpets as much as possible but he’ll still go to award shows with you, especially if your nominated. (He’s also you biggest cheerleader when you win)

Lucio

Oh my god he’s a mess. Like no literally he’s the worst one. He knows shit about literally every celebrity and he even some how has dirt on some of them. And what’s even more surprising is he has a (growing) mental list of all the celebrities he hooked up with. He’s very loud and....excited when he meets you for the first time.

Loves paparazzi. He’s the worst one. He’ll shit talk the whole music industry or the whole film industry within the first week they started hunting him down. He has no filter and has gotten some pretty big names canceled, he’s also pretty bad about leaking stuff for your new project.

His red carpet outfits are.....red. Red on red on red, with a touch of gold and some white to clean it up a little bit. They’re tacky. So tacky. He’s been the laughing stock of some award shows for his over the top tacky outfits but he could give less fucks. He’s happy, he’s sexy, and he’s strutting in his seven inch heals down the red carpet.

I don’t think this is exactly what you wanted, but hopefully it’s close!

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[dreaming-of-the-arcana]

Ranking the Main 6 by how Useful they would be in a Zombie Apocalypse:

6. Nadia

Okay, this surprised me too, but hear me out! Nadia has many skills in life, but most of these apply mainly to social situations, such as keeping the peace. There’s no peace to be kept in a zombie apocalypse. I can’t see her being successful in hunting, gathering, or basic survival. Perhaps if you ended up in a group, her high EQ would be useful, but with just the two of you surviving, she just can’t pull her weight

5. Lucio

I reckon his early life would equate to some survival skills! He would likely be able to forage for food for the pair of you, and he’s an effective enough hunter. At the end of the day, however, he’s too accustomed to a life of luxury. He couldn’t slip easily back to roughing it in the wilderness, and that would eventually be his downfall.

4. Portia

Portia is a toughie! I couldn’t justify placing her any higher, but I also just couldn’t put her below Lucio and Nadia. She’s brave, and I definitely feel like she could hold her own in an apocalyptic situation. At least for a little while. Unfortunately, I’m just not sure she has enough transferable skills that will help her in the new apocalyptic world.

3. Julian

Medical knowledge is invaluable in times like these. While I’m not too sure about your chances alone, you could definitely ingratiate yourselves into a group with his skills. Being in a group ups your chances for survival by a huge amount, so being able to bring a skill to a group in return for protection is very very handy.

2. Asra

I really struggled with Asra’s placement, and I almost want to switch him with Julian, but I think this correct! As all angst writers and readers know, Asra spends weeks away from civilisation on his travels, so he can clearly survive out in the wilderness. On top of this, he has magic! This is an invaluable skill, and the possibilities of it are endless. He could conjure up food, water, hold back enemies, give himself strength, having access to magic is priceless.

1. Muriel

Muriel can already live self-sufficiently, and his gladiator past guarantees that he could fight off the living dead. He’s your best bet for surviving amongst the infected! If you two spend some time building up a good perimeter around his cottage, you could live in relative peace. Congratulations Muriel stans, you win!

[gaygothguy]

The Moments You Forgot

Here's a fic that I wrote months ago and forgot to post. Fairly fluffy, with some very familiar themes for Devorak stans.

On almost a whim, Barnabas had gone from being a magician’s apprentice to a doctor’s. Truthfully, he wasn’t learning much from Dr. Julian Devorak, mostly he was helping soothe patients in their final days, adding his knowledge of herbs and magic to the treatment regimen. Mostly, he and the doctor worked side-by-side over the patients, while Julian would occasionally disappear on Valdemar’s order, usually to personally take care of the dying Count Lucio.

Still, Barnabas was always trying to learn from Julian’s notes and books, putting in his magical expertise whenever necessary. Julian, though ever the workaholic, was always grateful and quick to give his apprentice credit where it was due. It wasn’t long before they developed a rapport, Julian insisting on Barnabas just calling him by his first name in exchange for affectionately calling his apprentice “Bee”.

The first time that had happened, Barnabas gave the doctor a look of disdain (which wasn’t hard for him to pull off, as Barnabas was a naturally-angry looking young man). “How long did it take you to come up with that one, Doctor?”

“Julian, please. It’s really the only way I can think of shortening your name. Besides, it’s cute...I think it suits you.” Julian then winked lecherously in a way that he often did when he was trying to get away with something.

“I guess I’ll have to get used to it, then.”

Their camaraderie was a bright spot in a very dark time, with some very dark business. Patient, death tolls...they all kept piling up. Julian was called away more and more often, sequestering himself in his office when he wasn’t actively treating patients. Barnabas couldn’t have been the only one who noticed that the doctor was working himself to the bone, but it seemed that everyone else simply went about their day, desperate business as usual. After all, everyone had started to put in more work, not just Dr. Devorak.

Then, one day, after Barnabas and Julian had been tending patients, Julian went to say his usual goodnight pleasantries, but instead of leaving, he dragged himself towards his office, forgetting to take off his coat and gloves before leaving the hospital room. This time, Barnabas followed him into his office to see him lighting his lamps, already beginning to fetch his study supplies while still smeared with blood.

“Julian…”

The doctor nearly jumped out of his skin. “Bee! What are you still doing here?”

“Um, you forgot to take off…”

“Uh, oh!” The doctor started to tear off his gloves and coat, throwing them on his desk. “I mean, it’s no big deal, but thanks!” He smiled at his apprentice, but his smile was strained.

“You can’t keep going like this Julian, you at least have to rest some time.”

The doctor’s face hardened quickly. “I’m needed, Barnabas. I can sleep when I’m dead.”

Barnabas almost left at Julian’s use of his real name alone, but was able to steel himself as the doctor swayed a bit on his attempt to turn heel. “Come on, don’t be so melodramatic. You can’t be of much help if you stay in such a state…”

“You don’t understand. I can’t just go home, not now.”

“Please, Julian…” Barnabas put his hand on Julian’s arm, trying to steady him. “At least rest a bit. We have an on-call room, right? Come on, I could use some sleep, too.” Of course, the apprentice didn’t really want to sleep in the hospital, but he somehow knew that the doctor wouldn’t take care of himself without being nearly forced to (they did say that doctors make the worst patients, after all).

Barnabas led the protesting doctor to the on-call room, a small stone chamber with several bunk beds for physician use. When they reached their destination, however, Barnabas knew he’d have to get a bit clever.

Only one cot was left in the whole room, a single lower bunk.

“You should use it, Bee, I'm getting used to the lack of sleep.” Julian turned briskly to leave, but was immediately caught by a hand on his shoulder. He obligingly spun around to face Barnabas once again.

“Nope. You are not getting away with that this time.” Barnabas’ eyes flashed, his brows giving his statement more fierceness than he actually felt.

“Getting away with what?”

“You can't use helping me as an excuse to hurt yourself.” The apprentice made sure to lock eyes with the good doctor to emphasise his point, sincere in his intense protectiveness.

Julian rolled his eyes. “Now who's being melodramatic?”

“Look, we're both...wiry. We can share the thing.” In spite of his protests, Julian was compliant as Barnabas led him over to the cot and sat down. Julian nodded and started to lay down, his back against the wall as he wriggled under the covers, leaving room for Barnabas to follow suit. “And you'd better close your eyes, Devorak.”

However, the apprentice had made one error: in his eagerness to monitor the doctor, they’d come face-to face in the small bed, their eyes at the same level for once.

Julian smiled with just a little mischief at the corners of his eyes. “How can I close my eyes with such a sight in front of me?”

In spite of himself, Barnabas felt his breath catch and his face redden. Doctor Julian had always been a relentless flirt (when he could be pulled away from his work), and his apprentice had thought he was used to it. Still, Barnabas hadn’t counted on the effect of being so close to this man, to feel his heat and smell his scent, a faint spice covered by antiseptic, still alluring to his apprentice somehow.

Their eyes were meeting differently than before, fierce green on cool grey, and Julian softened as he examined the other man. “This is the softest I’ve ever seen you look, Bee.”

It was then that Barnabas kissed Julian: softly at first, waiting for reciprocation. Not a second passed before Julian returned the kiss, sweetly, then passionately, his lips pressing against Barnabas’ near-desperately. Barnabas pushed forward in kind, pressing his tongue between the doctor’s waiting lips, earning a low moan for his efforts.

“Hey! Some of us are trying to sleep!”

The interrupting voice came from the bunk above them. They quickly separated their faces, laughing softly.

“Sorry, Dr. Asha.” Julian said. Then, focusing back on Barnabas, he whispered: “So, should we take this back to my office?”

“Not at all.” Barnabas chuckled softly at the doctor’s surprise. “Now that I know you like me, you are in so much trouble. There’s more where that came from, of course.” He gave Julian a soft kiss to his cheek, whispering in his ear: “But first, you have to try and get some sleep.”

“You drive a hard bargain, Bee. I’ll close my eyes then, alright?” He smiled smugly as he demonstrated his lids shutting.

“Good enough.” Barnabas realized he already had his arms wrapped around Julian as he snuggled closer to the lanky doctor, putting his head resting on the other man’s chest. Julian entwined himself in kind, dutifully keeping his eyes closed.

Neither of them actually managed to go to sleep, but at least they got some rest together.

[vesuviannights]

My Beautiful Wicked Little Thing

So I’ve been stalking through @bazzpop‘s asks and collecting only the most delicious of anon thoughts (hope that’s okay!). Here’s one for all you Lucio stans. 

Lucio/You. Gender neutral reader. Lemon.

You being a teasing little shit and Lucio having a fit about it because how dare you out-drama him?

**

You can’t help it.

Sometimes you like flashing him those taunting eyes, a little bit more of your thigh than what is considered proper, stretching your arms above your head and humming as you feel every muscle in your body stretch like a kitten in the sunlight. There is nothing more satisfying in the world than to see Lucio squirm, rock hard and frustrated, and his attempts to control you through his own narrow eyes, his tight jaw, his warning growls. Sometimes, he even succeeds.

Sometimes, when you’re both with company and he has things to do, the looks work. The soft warning growl in your ear settles you until he has time to drag you into an empty room and fuck you raw, his hand clamped over your mouth to stifle your cries, his golden claws leaving marks in the flesh of your hip and promises of more to come that night when he has the time.  

Sometimes, he has to move those same claws to your thigh under the table while he nods along to his Consuls words, the gleaming tips sneaking higher and higher to brush against you. He knows you would never push him far enough to be caught in public, and it’s the one time he actually calls your bluff.

But, sometimes, despite all the looks, all the growls, the warnings, the promises of punishments, nothing will stop you. Because sometimes, the need is too much, the heat in your stomach is too hungry. Or, sometimes, you just like being a little shit.

And by sometimes, you mean all the time.

You stumble as he pushes you into his room, not trying very hard to hide the way you bite your lip, the wicked glint in your eye—the one you have thrown him so many times before, the very one that always gets you in the most delicious kinds of trouble.

He has barely closed the door before he turns to you, pulling his golden hand through his hair as he eyes you over. That look alone has your legs shaking, and with a single step back, your knees hit the foot of his bed.

“Lay down on the bed, you insolent little thing. Ass up. Don’t move.”

You scramble to do so, breathing ragged as you hear him striding toward you, the sounds of his zipper, his grunt as he takes hold of himself and strokes. You whimper, pressing your hips back, trying to find the heat of him.

He thrusts into you without warning and with an immediate pace, the length of him filling you hard and fast. His rhythm is brutal, cruel, unforgiving, thrust after thrust as his fingertips dig into your hips, pinning you, giving you no chance for reprieve.

You reach around to touch yourself, already seeking the release you had been craving all day. Lucio laughs and smacks your hand away to pin it to the bed, never ceasing his movements. “Oh no, no, no,” he tells you, crooning. “Touching yourself is for good little pets, not wicked little teases who don’t know their place.”

“Lucio!” You don’t know what you’re demanding or pleading for anymore, too lost in the feel of him as he thrusts into you, hitting all the most delicious spots that he knows will never take you over the edge.

“That almost sounded like a please.”

“I need to—oh!”

You’re so close, your legs shaking, body flushed and heated and ready to crash and take him with you. You’re breathless as he pushes into you, the slap of his hips into yours filling the room and making you dizzy.

When he releases your hand, content you won’t try again, his thrusts change. Slower. Deeper. Dragging out your torture in the most delicious way.

“Please,” you whine.

“Please what, pet?”

“Please let me come!”

“Oh, but letting you come is a reward for your behaviour, is it not?”

He picks up his pace again, and it continues like that for what feels like hours, you pinned by his hands and the weight of him, him fucking you into a sobbing, babbling, begging mess while his teeth graze your neck.

Your whole body is shaking beneath him when he slows again then pulls out. You cry at the loss of him, but he hasn’t said you could move, so you wait, hips in the air. His hands smooth down the skin of your hips, the outside of your thighs, the lightest of touches, skirting exactly where you want him.

“Oh pet, my wonderful dove, my beautiful wicked little thing. Tell me how much you adore me right here.”

“I adore you.”

“Tell me how much you want me.”

“Always. Forever.”

“Now tell me how much you want to come.”

You can only answer with a sob.

Then his weight is back on you, firm and gentle, the length of him brushing against you as he leans over to press a single, soft kiss to your shoulder blade.

“Will you tease me again?”

You don’t answer, shivering beneath him. You feel his fingertips at the nape of your neck, brushing away the little hairs there, before he places a single, soft kiss there also. He smiles against your skin.

“I know you will. And I look forward to it very much.”

Then, he pushes back into you, building a steady rhythm, hitting all the right spots with the wet slap of skin on skin.

And when you feel yourself beginning to tip, right on the edge, he reaches around and helps you crash, murmuring his approval and delight into the back of your neck as you shiver and shake against him in your release.

Only when you’re weak and spent beneath him does he find his own end, groaning out your name like a prayer to a divine being, before dropping to the bed beside you and pulling you into his chest, pressing a kiss to the back of your heads.

The action, despite your weakness, despite your drooping eyelids, makes you smile, a wicked little grin you know he would make you pay for if he saw.

Because even though he likes to punish you for all the wicked, teasing little things you do, teach you a lesson for the things you refuse to obey him in, at the end of the day—you always get exactly what you want.

[starblazerm31]

I'll help with my need for angst LOL!!! I wonder how main 6 would react or handle when they came back from a long trip that must leave MC to be alone for a while and notice that MC was pretty grieved and cannot handle themselves from loneliness anymore.

Sorry for taking so long with this one, @alongtherailway.  I lost the original write-up when Tumblr randomly crashed on me. (I don’t understand it either)  Had to get over the ANGER.

Unfortunately, I left Muriel out of this one because I just couldn’t come up with a reason as to why he would need to leave you. :/  So Muriel stans, yo man ain’t leaving you ever.  Relish in it!

Requests still open!

Main 3 + Portia and Lucio x a Lonely MC

Asra

Asra left to investigate some strange magical happenings in another city.  He’s been gone way longer than usual.  It’s been over two months.

He didn’t want to put you in danger, so he insisted that you stay behind.  When he arrives home, he sees that the shop is closed.  It’s mid-day.  That’s odd…

You’re not downstairs.  He puts his bags down in the shop and goes upstairs to find you on the bed, crying bitterly.

As soon as you see him, you hurl yourself into his arms.  You take in his scent like it’s the most sacred thing you’ve been deprived of.

“I was so worried, I didn’t think you were coming back…I missed you so much, Asra!”

Asra is mortified.  He’s let you down again.

He spends the entire day holding you close and kissing your tears away.

He vows that he will never leave your side again.  If he has to go somewhere, you’re coming too.  You’ve always been stronger than him…he needs you, and he now knows that you need him too.

Nadia

Trade agreements in another country pulled her away for a while.  A very long while.

You slept in Nadia’s bed just so you could smell the scent of her hair.  Over time, the scent faded, and your heart began to wilt.

After what seemed like an eternity, news that Nadia was returning reached you.  But it would still be so long before she arrived.

When her ship docked, you were ecstatic.  You waited at the palace entrance for her carriage to pull up.  As soon as it did, you dashed to the door.  Seeing Nadia’s face brought tears to your eyes.

Nadia held you close and whispered words of apology.  She didn’t mean to stay away so long.  Negotiations were brutal.  And she didn’t have you to keep her mind at ease.

You were whisked away to the bath to spend some much-needed alone time with the countess.  You both kept crying until you couldn’t cry anymore.

The trip took a lot out of Nadia, but she’s all too happy to ditch her duties for a couple days.  She just wants to be with you.

She isn’t going to leave you behind next time.  She is going to take you to see the world with her.  You are her rock amidst a violent storm, and as long as you’re there she can face anything.

Julian

He got an opportunity to study medicine at a prestigious university.  And finally, get his medical license.

He’s been gone for six long months.  You two wrote to each other often, but the letters ended up making you miss each other more.

When he was finally able to come home for a while, the reunion was bittersweet.  He’s only going to be home for a short while.

Lots of crying, lots of cuddling and kissing.  The two of you are kinda sticky by the time you’re finished greeting each other.

He’s got to continue his studies for at least another year.  This is going to be terribly hard on you both.

But in the end, it is for you both.  You both want to start a family, and he can be more financially stable if he has his license.

You spend time teaching him how to reach you by way of magic so that the distance won’t be so unbearable.

When this is all over, you two will have your happy ending.  It’s just going to take a little bit more work to reach.

Portia

She had to travel to Prakra to pick up some new animals for Vesuvia’s animal sanctuary.  You knew this would probably take a good deal of time since so many preparations for transporting the animals had to be made.

But it’s been a LONG time.  Visiting Julian at his clinic has become your only solace, and even then it’s kinda hard because the Doctor reminds you of Portia.

Going to sleep a drunk, teary-eyed mess has become the norm for you for the past few weeks.

When Portia returns, you really don’t know what to do with yourself.  You try to think up something romantic to surprise her with.

You set up some romantic candles, sweets, and booze at her cottage.  You had planned on meeting her with bedroom eyes and sensual touches.

Instead, you fell on the floor in a bawling heap.  Not sexy in the least.

Portia mops you up and ushers you to the couch where she holds you close and cries with you.  Every time she saw a new animal she wanted to grab you to see…but you weren’t there with her.

This won’t happen again.  You two are miserable without each other.

Lucio

A peace summit called the Count away.  It was strange, hearing the name Lucio in the same sentence as the word “peace,” but it was very important that he attend.

Mercedes and Melchior kept you company while he was away and slept on either side of you.  But it just wasn’t the same.

You began to desperately miss the sound of his voice, the smell of his cologne, the cool touch of his gauntlet on your skin, the feeling of his silky hair through your fingers.

How long would this take?  Would negotiations succeed?  What if this summit was just a ruse to get Lucio out of the city?  What if he never came back?

At long last, he did come back.  You could hear him shouting at the carriage driver to “Hurry the hell up!” as it pulled up to the palace doors.

The two of you collided in a flurry of kisses and gropes.

He hurried you to his bedroom where you two spend the next two days.

It was awful.  Stupid delegates arguing over things so petty that even Lucio felt his eyes would get permanently stuck in the back of his head.  If he has to do this crap ever again, he’s taking you next time.  He needs your level head to keep him grounded.

[6-mcs-for-6-lis]

In your ask box again! I have been keeping your Julian singing Red and Black in the back of my mind, and oh my Gods I love it. Could you possibly write something about the 6 and what their favorite musicals/show tunes are? Thanks! ❤

Alright, this is a modern AU and my babes are here to play with their LIs!

Asra:

Rocky Horror Picture Show

Asra LIVES for the midnight Halloween showning.

Full Frank N. Furter cosplay.

Long lasting lipstick redder than blood.

Ziv knows it's long lasting. They tested it.

several times

Asra has long time friends that only meet up for the showings.

They're basically the go-to shadow cast for that theater

Once in a while Ziv will stand in for Janet

Not often though, they prefer being a camera person

Because they all love recording and taking pictures every year

Faust occasionally takes the place of a feather boa though, because she shall not be left out!

Asra knows every word and every move for The Time Warp and will teach anyone even remotely interested.

Even if everyone involved is drunk

Especially if everyone involved is drunk

Has he tried to reenact the swimming pool scene? Yes

Did he get kicked out of the hotel pool? Yes.

Portia:

Mama Mia!

to be frank, it's SICKENING how adorable Portia is singing all of Sophie's parts

She sings Gimme Gimme Gimme right to Ayo

"I'm not a man"

"GIMME GIMME GIMME AYOOOO AFTER MIDNIGHT!"

*cue collapse into giggles*

If they're watching with friends, they both get SUPER dramatic and cannot watch it with anyone who has never seen it.

Lay All Your Love On Me is their Song.

They do duet to it :3

Julian pretends to gag from how sweet it is when they do but he actually loves it

When the second movie came out, they hosted a full party

Food, drinks, the whole shebang.

They CRIED every time Sophie talked about Donna

Sobbing messes at the end

They went three more times while it was in theaters

Julian: 

Fiddler On The Roof

As Tevye say's "Tradition!" and this musical is one!

Rina grew up Christian, but she knows this musical

Seeing it through Ilya's eyes is a completely different experience

It bings him so much joy

So much laughter

He knows EVERY WORD

for EVERY SONG

"No, no, Rina, love, Tevye wants to fight G-d. Trust me, he still loves G-d but he wants to fight him."

You have to Make A Night of watching this musical

Pasha bakes and comes over with Ayo

After learning the words to the song, Rina, Ayo, and Pasha all preform Matchmaker

Are they using random clothes to cover their heads? yes

Do they gang up on Ilya and act like HE'S the matchmaker? OF  COURSE

Rina sideyes Ilya sooooo heavily during the nightmare.

"Ilya if you ever try that on me I will call bullshit on you"

Does Ilya pull Rina up and dance her around like a fool during Miracle Of Miracles? Yes

They step all over each others feet

Pasha is recording it

It ends up going semi viral on facebook

Is this how he ends up proposing a year or so down the line? YES

That one actually goes viral

Does Pasha ham up Sunrise, Sunset? You bet ya

Does Ayo make hearteyes at her the whole time? Yep

Does Ilya tease them both relentlessly for that? oh hell yes

Surprisingly, both Pasha and Ilya can so the bottle dance without dropping the bottles

You would never guess it with how clumsy Ilya is.

But their father taught them how

Oh, yeah, a little angst?

This was the last movie they watched as a family before the accident.

Lucio:

Hamilton

Does Lucio love Phantom of the Opera? Yes

Does Prima love it too? Yes

It's how they met after all

But a favorite musical?

The musical that will be put on blast and sung to at all hours of the night?

Hamilton

Lucio feels the character of Hamilton in his Soul

He may also be gay for Laurens and Lafayette but that's a different matter.

Does this mean Prima TORTURES Lucio by singing Burn at him when she is pissed? YES ALWAYS

Can Prima rap? No.

Can Lucio rap? Hell to the no

Does that stop either of them? Never.

Does Lucio almost choke on his tongue trying to do Guns and Ships? Yep

Does he manage to do it FLAWLESSLY one night while drunk!? YES

Prima and Lucio definitely waltz around during the slow songs

They both HAM it UP for King George's songs

The neighbors complain, but not often

Mercedes and Melchior get in on the action too

They bark and howl along with Lucio

They've actually gotten a routine down and take the parts of Hercules and Washington

ONE LAST TIME MAKES LUCIO CRY LIKE A BABY

can we say "Daddy/Mommy issues?"

Camio has taken some lines into his vocabulary

"My Shot!" "Right hand man" and "Say no, say no" get said by the birdie a lot

Not very sure what they mean

But Say No To This does help Lucio and Prima get... spicy

They do not say no.

Does Prima eventually sing That Would Be Enough to tell Lucio she's pregnant? Yes.

He cries

Like bawls with happiness

He thought she was just playing around at first

But then she pulls his hand onto her stomach

And He Knows

Dear Theodosia becomes the baby's lullaby

Muriel:

The Greatest Showman

He doesn't really understand the appeal of musicals

But there's one night when the nightmares got really bad

So so bad

He woke Zaza up again

And Zaza would hear no protesting, he pulled Muriel to him and made him lay down in his lap.

"Close your eyes, babe..." He whispers softly

He begins stroking Muriels hair as he closes his eyes.

And singing softly

"...I'd follow you to the great unknown

Off to a world we call our own..."

Muriel is helpless to Zaza's voice and hands in his hair

He falls asleep before the first round of the song is over

He wakes up clinging to Zaza's torso

It takes a couple days, but finally he asks what that song was.

Zaza lights up, and pulls him to the couch for an impromptu movie night

Muriel can't help but smile at his partners enthusiasm

Zaza practically bounces through the previews, letting them play so he can briefly explain the plot

As soon as the first son starts, Zaza shushs and pays rapt attention

He looks over once in a while to see how Muri is liking the movie

Muriel doesn't mind it

It's very over the top

Very Zaza

Then That Song comes on

Muri learns it's called Tightrope

And Zaza quietly sings it to Muriel as it plays on screen.

It ends up being Muriels favortie song

Nadia:

Six

Six is amazing and upbeat and good for a pick me up

She secretly stans Anne of Cleves both in the show and irl

Natiqa got the whole family into Six

So now the sisters all reenact the show

Nafizah prefers to film the entire thing so she sits out the singing

Nazali is Catherine of Aragon

Navra is Anne Boleyn

Nasmira is Jane Seymore

Nadia of course takes Anne of Cleves

Natiqa is Catherine Howard

Nahara is Catherine Parr

It turns into A Night

Harlow discreetly records the entire show without pause.

He needs this for later

For Science

Not for a surprise birthday party later that year

Nope.

Not at all

It totally becomes a tradition.

Only Asra, Ziv, Julian, Portia, and Rina are allowed to see the video.

Ever

Yeah sure Nafizah has a copy and Natiqa gets her hands on it

Hello YouTube and TikTok

It's a hit.

Not viral, but popular.

Nadia needs a drink when she finds out.

[onedayimgonnasnap]

No one

Me finding out Lucio is a slave owner and people still romanticize him:

[cedarmoons]

(In regards to that last post) one thing that has really pissed me off about this fandom is that people are complaining about how L*cio is treated. Like? He's the villain? And the rest of the cast have every right to hate him? After everything he's done? Like you're allowed to like him and everything but you have to understand that he's the villain and he's done some awful things to the others.

The thing is, from what I’ve seen, is that they do understand this. Instead, a major complaint of his fans that I’ve seen is that his fate in the 3 routes was “bad writing.” I got all Upright endings and I have no intention of playing the Reversed routes, so I’m working off what I’ve seen from the fandom. I’ll use this ask to voice my Opinions™ and then I’m not going to talk about L*cio again, because he doesn’t deserve all this energy lmao.

With Asra’s upright end, and apparently Julian’s reversed end, where L*cio is pulled down and/or eaten by the courtiers (who are demons, inhuman), the antagonist being dragged down to Hell / eaten by those he has betrayed (also figurative symbolism for being dragged down to Hell) has been a trope in fiction for literally hundreds if not thousands of years. It happens in The Lion King (Scar being eaten by the hyenas), The Hunchback of Notre Dame (Frollo being dragged down to Hell by demons), and Hercules (Hades being dragged down by the souls of the dead), just off the top of my head and limiting it to Disney films. All of these films are rated G or PG-13 and marketed toward children, so I’m not persuaded by the “it’s too graphic for a PG-13 game!” complaint. It happens to Faust in Marlowe’s play, it happens in Mozart’s Don Giovanni. There’s a whole TVTropes page about it.To address another point I saw, the courtiers are not Lucio’s friends. I believe Vlastomil considers him a business partner, as in Book 7 he discusses talking to L*cio about the “deal” (probably the deal he made with him in Lucio’s tale). And L*cio certainly betrayed the demons by not fulfilling his end of the deal, so it can also be considered symbolic of an antagonist’s “just reward” for his betrayals. Whether or not you think he deserved it, this is a classic trope of literature, an exceedingly common fate among story antagonists (which L*cio is, undoubtedly). I’m not surprised that it happened to him.

As for Nadia’s reversed route, where she is “ooc” for killing L*cio: Is she? IS SHE? In her reversed route, you encourage her that only she is dependable and competent, that only she can be trusted to make the right decisions. You encourage her to stubbornly hold onto her grudge against her sisters, and to isolate herself from them, and to keep “proving” herself as a “good leader.” What Nadia considers to be a “good leader” is different depending on whether she’s on the Reversed or Upright routes. If you tell her to take the Devil’s deal in Book 15, she says she is tired of other people making her decisions for her, which is critically revealing for Reversed Nadia’s mindset.Thus, even if you tell her not to kill L*cio, she chooses to ignore you and kill him anyway, both because you 1) could again be perceived as trying to make her decisions for her; 2) have already told her over the course of 20 books that her own decisions are the only ones that matter. That’s not out of character, that’s the consequences of your choices lmfao. Using her upright characterization to classify her reversed characterization “ooc” is misguided, because they are two totally separate paths. Reversed Nadia is not an “out of character” version of Upright Nadia, she is a completely different Nadia.[[EDIT: Nadia does not cut down Lucio in cold blood, or ignore MC (who never attempts to stop her from killing him in Book XX), as fandom initially made me believe. Instead, Lucio convinces her to stop, and attempts to convince her to work with him to overthrow the Devil together. When she refuses, he attacks her, and that is when she kills him. The exchange is written as follows:Lucio: [angry sprite] “I won’t lose here! I don’t lose!”MC: Lucio lurches forward, anger flashing in his eyes. He reaches forward with a gold-gauntleted glove-MC: And stops, as blood gurgles up from his mouth, trailing down his chin.MC: Nadia’s sword is plunged deep into the center of his chest, the blade finally finding its mark.]]As for what happens to the dogs, I haven’t seen screenshots, only accounts from L*cio stans, who for obvious reasons may be biased (“some bitch holding a sword” - direct quote referring to Nadia upright personality! :) ) in how they portray this event in the book, so I cannot comment on that, or whether it’s “animal abuse” or not (I’m of the opinion it’s neglect, not abuse, but w/e that’s quibbling). But considering the dogs are symbols of and reminders of her unhappy marriage to a man she despised and just executed, I’m not surprised Reversed Nadia doesn’t care about them. Again, MC has encouraged Nadia to remain aloof and to trust herself above literally everyone else. Naturally, this attitude would extend to Lucio’s dogs.[[EDIT: The dogs appear in the Arcana realms, after Nadia and MC have left the Hierophant’s realm and are traversing between Arcana realms to deal with the Devil. They are not in “our world” when this interaction occurs. This is directly after a conversation between Nadia and MC where Nadia says the forest is an illusion and whatever appears inside it is likely a metaphor. The exchange is as such: MC: Two figures emerge from the fog, their mouth dripping red. Did [Mercedes and Melchior] follow Lucio from the other side...? Or did something else bring them here?NADIA: [annoyed/disgusted sprite] “They must have gone mad with Lucio’s death.”MC: They just haunt our steps like spectres, snarling and howling.Considering Nadia and MC are in the magical realms, and MC is the only one in their physical body, I am of the mind that these are not the actual dogs, but a metaphor for Nadia’s guilt and how far she has fallen. Thus, “Nadia is an animal abuser” is a highly dubious claim. My point about the dogs still symbolizing her negative relationship with L*cio still stands.]]

To wrap up, L*cio might be your fave, but he isn’t the central character of the story. He is the antagonist, and Asra, Nadia, Muriel, Julian and even Portia owe him nothing. They do not owe him forgiveness, or a chance at redemption. That’s what Lucio’s own route is for. To suggest otherwise, with the rallying cry of “everyone deserves redemption!” is to suggest that, because Everyone (L*cio) Deserves Redemption*, the Main 5 owe him a chance to make up for his past actions, which is absolutely not true. In the upright routes, where Lucio is banished, he is given a second chance. He is given a chance at redemption. It’s just going to happen off screen, while MC stays with their chosen LI. * I disagree with this as well. Redemption is not something that is “deserved,” it is earned. As far as I know, L*cio has only apologized in Nadia’s route, and that was when Nadia made him apologize to MC if he wanted out of the Devil’s chains, as a quid pro quo / do this and we’ll help you sort of thing. I would not necessarily consider that apology as one coming from some genuine remorse. And if he isn’t remorseful / thinks he did nothing wrong, then why would he “deserve” forgiveness?(Also addressing a comment about L*cio being a mercenary, thus he shouldn’t have run away or accepted his punishment so easily when he was banished: in Julian’s route, Nadia and Mazelinka have combat training/experience, Asra is a magician, MC is a magician with the Fool’s power, and it was in total 7 people versus 1; and in Nadia’s route, it was L*cio vs. MC, Nadia, and a recently restored Major Arcana in his full power. Those aren’t great odds for one guy who just had his magic arm and human strength.)Some fans might not be happy about Lucio’s redemption happening post-story or off-screen in the Main 3′s routes, but by all means, that’s what fanfiction and fanart and headcanons are for. Go create stories or comics about your MC going after him and leaving Vesuvia, and the two of them living happily ever after! Go create AUs where your MC redeems him! Go create your own takes on what his route should look like! I’ll be cheering you on!!

[faustonastring]

Hi! I really adore your last headcanon, so I was wondering if you can write about how the MC could comfort the main 6? in the situations that you prefer! :)

Hi! Thank you for requesting sorry again for the confusion! Hopefully this is what you had in mind!

Request R Open!!! :^)

Mc comforting the main six!

Tw(?):

Descriptions of mental breakdowns, anxiety/panick attacks, depression, anxiety, etc,,, (based off my own experience, so may not be too accurate just read at risk!)

Asra

I’ve said it before I’ll say it again, I’ll say it a million times, trauma doesn’t go away over night. Asra will always ponder about what he did that masquerade, what happened to you at the lazaret. No matter what happens in your relationship, it’s just a reoccurring thought that won’t go away, no matter how much he tries.

As much as he tries to forget, as much as he wants to forget, those nasty memories keep sneaking up on him, toying with his mind, forcing him to go into a downward spiral of hurt and regret that he can’t escape

He always tries to hide it from you. He tried to play it off like nothings wrong, that he’s just having a bad day, which can turn into weeks, which can turn into months....and it’s not like he likes keeping things from you, it’s just everytime he tries to tell you, he’s flashed with memories of you catonic, unresponsive in the shop,,,what if that happens again? He can’t risk it, even though it won’t, he doesn’t want to risk it. He won’t

When you finally do break him, he’s shattered glass. Crying and spilling out everything that’s been bothering him for the last- god knows how long,,,the only thing you can do is to be there with him. Take him in your arms. Hold him. Tight. Tell him you’re not going anywhere, that you’re here now, and that’s all that matters, that the past is in the past, and it’s already set in stone, that you both need to look forward for the future.

When he’s calmed down enough, carry him (and if your mc can’t carry him then drag him) to bed. Wrap him up in as many blankets as you can find. Tell Faust to go cuddle with him while you make him his faveroite calming tea blend. Then cuddle in bed and talk about the future, what it has in store for the both of you. Or reminisce on the past, the good things, what you can remember or can’t, and everytime he tells you a story of something that did happen? You can feel a tug on your heart. You don’t need reassurance. You both end up falling asleep in each others arms, Faust curled up in ball laying on top of each of you. And when you wake up? Everything seems perfect

Nadia

She’s been trying to fix vesuvia for months, maybe even years now (that depends on your time line!) trying to erase it of al, of Lucios past mistakes. Fixing the flooded district, fixing the judicial system, tearing down the coliseum, getting rid of all those tacky statues it’s a lot.

She often worries that she could of done more when lucio was in charge, but an end to things, fix things, be more than a stupid trophy wife, an accessory for him to have around his stupid gold arm, these thoughts will swarm and swarm in her head, making them her new priority, causing her to overwork and exhaust herself trying to fix ‘her’ late husbands’s past mistakes .

Her motto is fake it till you make it, pushing through her inner pain, holding her head high, walking with much more pristine posture than before, working on one project then the next, leaving them all slightly unfinished because she’s much too eager to work on the next one, to fix the next one

You walk into you’re shared bedroom one afternoon, only to see her sobbing at her desk, you could tell something was wrong for a while now, you just couldnt seem to put your finger on it till now. But now that you see her crying at her desk, unaware that you have even walked in, the sounds of her sobs drumming over your footsteps as you make to her desk, and engulf her in your arms, you know exactly what happened. She doesn’t even try to pull away, if anything she pulls you closer, burying her face in your neck, clingy on to you like her life depends on it, for once she isn’t alone

The second you calm her down enough, you drag her to the bed, and the two of you just lay there as she tells you everything. You run your fingers gently through her hair, over her face, her arms, letting her know she’s not alone, let her know that she doesn’t have to do this alone, that you’re there to help her, alongside almost all of vesuvia. After she’s calm and collected, she asks you to help her fix her makeup, and the two of you make a game plan on how you want to fix vesuvia. Together

Julian

They keep him awake at night. His past mistakes. They’re like little voices that swarm in his head. Espically at night. “You could of saved them” “you should of found a cure” “you could of found a cure, if you were working hard enough” “Mc died because of you.” “ you’re not working hard enough. “Because you weren’t there” “you’ve never worked hard enough” “you could of saved them” “you will never be enough”

They don’t come as often as they used to. But when they do come, they’re enough to turn his world upside down. He wants to beleive they’re not true, but it’s hard not to beleive what you’re head is telling you, even when your heart knows it’s wrong. This (like Nadia) cause him to work harder. He has to make up for those past mistakes. He has to make that voice. That voice that’s stuck in the back of his head like a catchy song. To stop. To go away. Once and for all.

He’s been coming home late from the office every day, and going in early, you can swear he doesn’t sleep at all, but how would you know, you haven’t seen him in the last 3 days. You swore one time in the middle of the night, when you awoke from the sound of something breaking, you saw Julian hunched over a desk, wiping coffee off himself, telling you to go back to sleep, if you were to ask him about it, he’d swear you were just dreaming. But it felt a little to real to be a dream.

You awake again one night, well early morning, to be exact. To early. To the sounds of Julian wailing at his desk, calling him self names, saying he should of done better, when you tap him on his shoulder to see if he’s okay, he accidentally slaps you in the face out of shock (he thought you were a intruder at first) he pulls you into his arms, sitting you in his lap, and starts to examine your face, the only source of light being a candle that’s almost out, but when you tell him you’re fine, that you’re much more worried about him, he breaks. You shouldn’t be worried about him. He doesn’t deserve to be worried about. Now go back to bed.

But you stay put, in his lap, and he by all means isn’t going to push you off of him. So you sit there and hold him. You let him cry it out. Telling him he is worthy, and his past mistakes don’t define who he is today, “besides Ilya everyone makes mistakes, even me” when he’s done, talk about your mistakes, and how they made you into the person you are today, how everything always worked out, you’ll laugh and cry it out together, and by late sunrise, the two of you are in the kitchen munching on some toast (or anything else that you prefer). And in a way, it’s kind of bitter sweet. If asra never were to leave, and if Julian never ignored you, both being leading causes to your death, you wouldn’t be catching the end of the sun rising with your beloved.

Portia

(Portia doesn’t have any underlying lore that we know about as of now, so this one isn’t going to be as good as the other three, not that I don’t love her because she’s one of my favorites trust me I just don’t have much to go off of! So that being said, I will be basing this off of assumptions of her character being that she doesn’t have some big tragic back story like the rest of the cast (again that we know of) Sorry, I hope you understand Portia stans)

What if she’s not good enough, she’s always working, it’s as if she’s trying to prove herself, but to who? Everyone in the palace knows her, they all appreciate her, the guards, the chefs, the other servants, Nadia, hell, even the consul, and lets not forget about you of course, so what’s pushing her so hard?

To be honest, it’s hard to live a normal life when your constantly getting compared to your brother, but not by other people of course! (*looks at camera like in the office*) by herself, constantly telling herself that she needs to be up to his standards, in her own little away. She wants to be more than Julians little sister.

This want- no not want this Need comes and goes, but when it comes, it lasts for a while, until she’s burnt out under a pile of pillows and blankets, sobbing into a bowl of ice cream, or until she does something she deems worthy, like the time you and her (*enter portias upright ending here*) she wants to do that again, why can’t she do something like that again so instead she works. She works until she can’t work anymore, and it breaks your heart.

You and Nadia converse a plan, and within minutes your dragging Portia out of the palace you can have a spa day at a natural hotspring, just the two of you, and as soon as your alone, she starts to tear up. She forgot how nice it felt to be like this, alone with you, with out the stress of work, without the little comparisons ringing in her head. It feels nice. This feels nice. No not nice. Right. This feels right. Then she remembers she can do one thing that Julian can’t do: relax

She ends up telling you everything in the form of an angry rant, and you listen and let her curse out her idiot brother as much as she needs, she deserves it. When she’s done, you remind her of all the wild things the two of you did together, (I’ll leave this for you to decide :) ) reminding her that Julian has never done anything as crazy as that, and then she smiles, a real genuine smile as she remembers that she is more than julians little sister.

Muriel

It’s always the same nightmares. No matter how long it’s been, how much he’s grown, how much he loves you, and understands that you love him ‘more’ (much to his surprise) he can’t change the past, or make his PTSD magically disappear (he’s tried) he still has blood on his hands that he can’t wash off, just a little bit under his nails. Between his fingers. But you can hardly notice it. And so can he.

Sometimes when he’s having a particular bad day, he can still hear them. The screams. From the crowd. From the victim. From lucio. He wants nothing more than to drown them out, so he’ll spend hours and hours listening to your voice, it’s much prettier anyways. But on the days your at the shop, or at the market with a friend, leaving him all alone....the screams get louder

He knows he can’t keep spending every second of every day with you, he knows how unhealthy that is. But sometimes he needs you, he wants you there with him, but is he alowed to want that? But they just keep getting louder. But he doesn’t want to bother you at the palace. You have important business to attend to he understands that. But they won’t stop. But you should be home soon, just three hours and forty minutes left he can wait it out ButThey’reTooLoud help

When you get back to the hut, after whatever errand you were running. Muriel is sitting in the far corner of the hut. His knees to his chest his hands over his ears, slowly rocking himself back and forth muttering something under his breath, you have to practically tell his name to get him to acknowledge, and when he finally lifts his head up, you’re meet with glassy green eyes, tears falling down his cheek no matter how hard he tries to stop them, and you run into his arms, holding him tighter than ever before, whispering that it’s going to be okay, telling him he’s not a murder. He didn’t even need to tell you. You just knew.

You knew. You knew something was wrong and you came back early for him. You’re here in his arms, crying with him, you came back to him, you’re telling him that he’s good, and he doesn’t understand why,but then he remembers that you love him for who he is now, not because of your past, it just took him a minute to remember (or to listen to you telling him it over and over) then instead of you wiping his tears away, he’s wiping yours away. Thanking you for coming back to him. And from now on, if he ever hears the screams, he comes with you, and then they seem to slowly go away.

Lucio

He’s changed a lot he really has, he’s starting to care about people! Wow I know shocker- but with caring for people comes a big responsibility. Guilt. He’s felt guilt before, he’s not a complete sociopath just in very small portions. Very. Small. Portions.

He’s starting to feel bad for what he did, he starting to feel bad for all the people He. Killed. Not on purpose of course....but they’re still dead....and them there’s you....oh god what has he done. Whathashedonewhathashedonewhathashwdonewhathashedone- he doesn’t want to think about it. He tries not to. I mean who would want to think of dead people amiright? But he still does. And everytime he does it hurts a little more. He hates it.

It’s starting to keep him up at night too. All he wants to do is cuddle with you and his babies (his dogs-of course) but he can’t even bring himself to do that so he just lays there. Staring at the ceiling. Or at the portrait of the two of you, a new replacement of his old one. It reminds him of when he had the plague. He hates it even more now

He hasn’t been acting like himself lately, and when you catch him dissociating in a random hallway, staring off into outer space, then you know something is wrong. The minute you snap him out of it. When you ask him if he’s okay. He breaks down crying. No matter where he is, or who’s in the hallway with him. So you just stand there and hold him. You tell him it’s okay and what he’s feeling is normal. But His chest hurts. He feels like he can’t breathe. Like when he had the plague. God he hates this feeling so much

You eventually calm him down enough to take him to his room, when you get there, there is already water, and a damp towel that you put on his forehead. He’s practicing his breathing, trying to calm down as you gently coach him through it, he’s holding on to you’re free hand tight. Grounding himself. Enjoying your presence. “This is normal right? Normal people feel this kind of stuff?” “Yes lucio, it’s called guilt. Or in your case a panick attack” “ oh. Well I hate it and I hope I never have to feel ~guilt~ or whatever it’s called again.” But he does. But with your presence next to his. Comforting him. It gets better. Slowly. But surely.

Hi! Thanks for reading! Hopefully that wasn’t to dark for anyone, I was just having a bad night so it was good to be able to put all my negativity out onto something!

Next headcanon: main six with a mc who’s eyes change according to the sky (5/11)

Request are open! :>)

[collective-laugh]

New Series?

So @vesuviass and I briefly touched on a Detective Noir Arcana AU idea, and I’m here to pitch the “official” idea for it. I wouldn’t be following the series exactly as the game does, as I do want to start with the minor three and work backward to the main three, and, as I’m writing from the perspective of a woman in the 40s, she’ll be facing prejudice from that perspective, and, obviously, Nadia and Portia routes with be much more hush-hush. 

If this gets popular (by popular I mean like...not really, lol) I really, really want to do rewrites with a male Apprentice and nonbinary Apprentice (not the same, obviously, just three separate installments). 

I haven’t done a series on my blog before, so bear with me. 

If I do actually do this, I’ll probably start with Muriel’s actual route (if you don’t know already, I am a Muriel stan) then Portia, then Lucio, Julian, Nadia, and Asra (tentatively). This won’t be canon compliant, though I want to keep some elements from the story, and from, you know, history, and those shitty detective movies. 

But, here’s the pitch. If this gets 100 notes, I’ll write it. I’ll probably write it even if it doesn’t, but hey.

The neon sign lights up the alleyway, bringing light to the otherwise nondescript gap between buildings. 

The neon lights were a pretty purple, a tiny speck aiding in lighting Vesuvia, and curled to read, “Private Detective”, and just below it, “Tarot Readings” in a dark blue. Overall, it was pretty shady, and no one should want to go there willingly, as private detectives were a dime a dozen, but private detectives who also read tarot would as rare as they were dubious.

The office was tucked on the first floor of an apartment complex and alongside a building that doubled as a laundromat and a Chinese restaurant, and could be completely overlooked if you weren’t looking for it. Their office itself consisted solely of a pair of desks each completed with a desk chair, an abundance of filing cabinets, too many ashtrays, a long stick for the resident snake to slither on, and a bohemian tapestry separating the detective’s office from where tarot was read. Overall, it was much more inviting than initially anticipated, regardless of how decrepit the building itself was.

The Apprentice was tired - of the office, of Asra, of the damn headaches. Balancing her bag, a box of Asra’s favorite doughnuts, her keys, and a handful of files, she manages to pry the lid off her meds, downing a few pills without bothering to complain about not having any water to make the trip easier. She sighs, pausing only to look at the tacky neon lights, hoping that Asra might have lured even a singular customer in.

She manages to open the door with her free hand and catch it with her foot, all while balancing the monument of stuff in her hands. She sighs yet again when she sees Asra asleep behind his desk, head in his arms. She tosses her keys on his desk, effectively waking him with a start.

“I’m assuming no customers?” She scratches the back of Faust’s head, and the snake yawns, keening into her touch.

He runs a hand through his floofy bedhead, through that literal mop of his, “You’d assume correctly.”

She huffs out a laugh, though she was definitely far from amused by the fact that they were nearly financially destitute. She sets the box of doughnuts on his desk, patting it twice with her files, “A thank you would be appreciated.”

Asra gives a mock bow, “Many thanks, my dearest colleague.” He yawns, long and wide and she wonders when the last time he actually laid down to sleep was. 

“Go get some sleep, Asra.” She sets her things down on her desk, her files teetering until they sprawl across the surface, only adding to the chaos. She just tosses her bag on top of it all, holding back a scream when it opens and the case files from that go flying.

Asra looks a little sympathetic, at least, “Can’t.” He glances at his wristwatch, and then sets into high gear, flitting around the room like a hummingbird, “I’ve a train to catch in twenty minutes.”

She furrows her brow, effectively confused as hell, “A train? Where are you going?”

“Nevivon.” He lets Faust slither around his shoulders, and then pulls his overcoat on, “I’ve some business to handle there.”

She only grows more confused, “Business? Business that puts money in our pockets or business that consists of you leaving me here for weeks on end?”

Again, he only looks a little sympathetic, and she’s unsure if that’s because he was hiding how bad he felt or if he was trying to emulate sympathy, “I’ll be back within the week.” She’d heard that promise before.

She sighs - realizing then that she’d been doing that a lot lately - and faces him, “You could have least told me sooner.”

Asra puts on that stupid smirk and even stupider hat, “Next time.”

And with that, he disappears onto the streets of Vesuvia, leaving her with a radio and closed cases.

She flicks the radio on, scanning until music came through and not those shows Asra listened to, and cursed under her breath when she realized that Asra took all the damn doughnuts.

[winsbuck]

The biggest complaint I’ve seen from Lucio stans is that he was “cannibalized” by the courtiers and that people drank his blood. 1) we already knew about the blood, and that he gave some up for the ritual. it didn’t have to be a lot since the apprentice only needed a small vial. 2) the courtiers didn’t physically eat him, bc he didn’t even have a body at the time and they pulled him down into that black pool where no physical form can enter?? besides that was last update why is there outrage NOW

[solani-and-ashe]

Feel cute for the Lucio-stans

He was back! Their papa, their master, their father, their best human was back! Mercedes was the first to scent him. That familiar blend of body oils and the weird funny stuff he put on him after he bathed- Her ears went up as she scented the air, wondering why she could smell him. He was gone. He’d been gone so long. No one had taken them hunting, no one played games with them, no other took them hunting anymore. They were fed and groomed but that wasn’t love. That wasn’t the affection their papa gave them.

Yet as she sniffed the air, she hoped. She hoped so much she bound forward, Melchior on her heels, by her side as he too caught the scent of the man they loved and had missed and mourned for three years.

That’s when they saw him. He was there, on the stairs, coming down grinning and real and everyone was so happy! They were making so many sounds and so much noise surely they were just as happy to see papa! The twin canines bound forward in great leaps, paws clicking on marble as they all but crashed into Lucio.

High pitched whines and yips left them both- no longer fully grown dogs but small pups that could fit in his hands, whimpering and whining for warmth. The pushed and prodded at him, hoping it was not a dream, that this was real, this was their papa come back to them. Licks came with nips, he tasted of salty sweat and perfumed oils they both hated as they covered his natural scent but they knew humans liked. Melchior was the first to get a kiss. His face pulled into Lucio’s own, fur rubbed into skin as he cried. He missed Papa so much. Mercedes was next, papa laughing as he kissed her forehead and called her a pretty lady- the only one who ever called her that.

The man laughed as the dogs curled around him, unwilling to let him go, to let this little bubble they had end. They had been alone, so alone with no papa for so long and now he was back.

He stood, gently shushing them, petting their fur, scratching their ears with his claws just in the way only he could. They stayed by his side, pushing against him as he walked, greeting his people and they celebrated his return.

Tails wagging, they followed in his footsteps. Their papa was back, and nothing else mattered.