#i still kinda want to paint a lucio

[froggibus]

Hi! How’s going? I hope good, and if not, things will get better soon!

I wanted to request a NSFW Lucio scenario, BUT IDK WHAT 😭😭😭 Maybe a dom-reader? Lucio reacting to a moo-lingerie (or just lingerie)? A classic loving vanilla scenario in the bedroom? Camping sex? The reader gets horny after seeing Lucio's tanned skin coming out of the shower after a long day on the beach? Sneaky sex after/before a show?

Idk if any of these ideas are inspiring to you, I hope so 🥺 (I'm Lucio starved help)

Two for the Show — Lucio Correia dos Santos

Pairing: Lucio x fem! reader (reader uses fem pronouns + has a pussy)

Genre: smut/NSFW

Word Count: 1.9k

Summary: your boyfriend always needs a little extra love after a show—and you’re more than happy to give it to him

CW: established relationship, porn with plot, semi public sex, oral (m! receiving), incredibly filthy messy head, riding, doggy, praise, kinda manhandling? multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, choking, hair pulling, neck biting & kissing, creampie, cockwarming if u squint

for the most dedicated Lucio fan out there 🫶🏻 I started writing this a while ago but I finished like the last 1200 words tonight. I hope you like it!! I know it isn’t quite what you asked for BUT I did actually proofread it (rare)

Lucio flips his head back, damp hair whipping the back of his neck. He’s hopping up and down, hands flicking switches on his board so fast he can hardly keep track. Sweat beads down his bare chest, smearing the green paint that runs over his abs, over his shoulders, into his pants.

The concert is so loud his eardrums throb. No matter how many times he performs he never gets used to the noise—he never gets used to the rush. The faces in the crowd in front of him blend into the next, smiles and tongues making them look like a pulsing, scarlet blur.

The adrenaline is an addiction, and even after he says it’s the ‘last song’ (for the third time, no doubt), he finds he can’t quite let go. The flashing lights disappear and the smoke fades away, but his heart still pounds in his chest. 

“Thank you, Rio!” He shouts, his voice drowned out by the blood rushing in his ears.

He grabs his water bottle from under his table and flashes the crowd a grin before slinking away backstage. He sucks in a breath through his teeth, a failed attempt to calm the vibrant pulse in his chest. 

You’re waiting for him backstage, starry eyes falling over his form. “Hey superstar,” you beam.

His hands are reaching out before he’s even close enough to feel you. He crosses the room to you, and then he’s falling into you. His hands trail down your cheeks, down your sides, falling featherlight over your hips.

“How was the show—mmm”

His lips are on yours, cutting off whatever you were about to say. His kiss is full of need as he pulls you closer to his chest so you can feel the roaring of his heart. The grip on your waist tightens, desperate fingers clutching at your skin so hard it burns.

He can’t help it—you soothe that part of him that still aches from the pumping adrenaline. When his heart is thrashing and his cock is swollen, you’re the only remedy. His hands slide down to your ass, cupping the fat and squeezing til you squeal into his mouth.

“Easy there,” you say between heavy breaths. “There’s still a big crowd out there. ”

Lucio looks at you, a wanton smirk on his face. His pupils have almost completely blown with lust and his cheeks burn a deep red. His body shakes with every desperate breath. 

He mumbles a quick, “I don’t care,” and then his lips are on yours again.

You’re stumbling around, your arms squeezing his shoulders for support as he walks you towards the couch backstage. The leather hits the back of your legs and suddenly the two of you are tumbling to the floor. You collide partly with the sofa, and partly with the soft rug that lines the floor beneath it.

“Lucio—” you gasp at the impact but the DJ is unphased. 

His teeth dig into your bottom lip, scraping along the sensitive skin. A gasp forces your mouth open and then his tongue is running along the backs of your teeth. You whine into his mouth, rocking your hips against the air. 

And then he’s pulling away from you. 

You tilt your head in confusion, forcing your lungs to expand with each breath. He props himself up on the couch in front of you, hands making quick work of the studded belt around his waist, and then his pants are pooling around his ankles. 

You crawl forward, bracing yourself on your knees between his. The green paint goes all the way down to his thighs, smeared across his groin from his sweat and your touch. 

He raises an eyebrow at you, “well?”

You bite your lip. Your hands move on their own, running up the length of his cock through his boxers before sliding your fingers inside the waistband. He shivers from your touch and bucks his hips forward. 

You’re slow to tug down his underwear, looking up at him through your lashes just to see him staring at you with an intensity you’ve rarely seen before. His cock springs free and it's already dripping in precum, the shaft glistening with his desperation. 

You brace your hands against his skin—one on his hard abs and the other on his quivering thigh—and lick all the way up his length. His hands are quick to grab your head, tugging you forward with those thinly strewn muscles you always forget about until they’re bulging in the after light of a concert. 

Just the sight of him gripping your head, arms flexing and eyes glazed over, is enough to have you rutting against your leg. 

You take him into your mouth, the sweet salt of his pre flooding your tastebuds. It only drives you to take more of him in, forcing your head down even after he brushes up against the back of your mouth. He’s sweaty and salty and his skin is so hot—it’s almost overwhelming. 

He pushes your head down, nearly bottoming out inside of your throat. “Fuck—could live in this pretty mouth,” he groans. 

You flick your teary eyes up to look at him, silently pleading with him to release your head and let you get some air. Part of you hopes he lets go but another part doesn’t. The feeling of choking on his cock is intoxicating and sends heat straight to your core.

The back of your leg starts to feel wet from how you’re rubbing against it, your panties drenched with your own slick. Finally, Lucio lets go and you pull away with a gasp. 

He gives you a minute to catch your breath, rubbing the head of his cock all around your mouth. He smears your drool and spit and his precum all across your face and it’s so fucking dirty, but you just look so cute when you get all messy like this—he can’t help it. 

He rubs his thumb over your swollen bottom lip. “Y’have paint all over your face, baby.”

You mirror his action, smearing the pre and paint across the back of your hand. It’s almost laughable when your skin comes back stained green. 

“So pretty.” His hands roam your face, down your neck, to your chest. “Let’s get those clothes off you, hm?”

And then you’re nodding your head, rising to your feet on shaking legs in front of him. He leans back on the couch, folding his hands behind his head. His eyes are glazed over as they watch you reach for the hem of your shirt. 

You’re quick to tug your shirt over your head but you pull your pants down painstakingly slow. Lucio gives his cock a tight fisted stroke, watching you bend over in front of him to show your underwear clad pussy. You’re wearing green underwear today—no doubt for him—and it has him aching to be in your cunt. 

As soon as your panties hit the floor, he’s pulling you into his lap. You gasp at the feeling of his warm fingers on your hips, guiding you down to sit on his cock. You groan in unison, a desperate mewl ripping from your throat. 

He keeps a vice grip on your hips, holding you snug against his thighs and keeping his cock buried inside you. He sets his jaw on your shoulder, hot gasps of air brushing on the cusp of your ear. 

“You’re so wet just from blowing me,” he gasps out, “s-so tight.”

You whine through your bitten lip, your eyes squeezed shut. Rocking your hips, you try to break free from his grip, try to bounce on his cock—try to do anything. But he’s content to hold you down, using you as his own personal cockwarmer. 

Finally, you break. “L-lucio, please!”

“Please, what?”

“Please let me move!”

He plants a rough kiss to your neck, teeth grazing the skin as he pulls away, and finally releases your hips. Immediately you begin to bounce up and down his length, cunt making loud, wet noises as he bottoms out repeatedly. 

He uses his strength to help you ride him, nails digging into the bottoms of your thighs so hard you swear he’ll draw blood. Your whines and his grunts fill the room backstage—loud enough for any passersby to hear, but you’re too far gone to care. 

It’s already hot backstage, the air thick from the Brazilian heat—but it’s tenfold now that you’re pressed against him with his cock throbbing inside of you. Sweat pools in every place your bodies collide but it only makes it easier to move against him. 

The drag of his cock against your aching walls is addicting, and your craving for the heat of his body against yours is insatiable. You have your hands pressed against his knees while you bounce on his cock, using them for momentum to drive him deeper and deeper into your core with each movement. 

His tip rams into your sweet spot every time, his heartbeat is wild against your back and his skin is so hot you swear you’ll both burn up. You clench your hands around his knees, his skin filling the spaces under your nails. Your legs start to tremble, your tummy flutters, and then you’re exploding. 

You cum wildly, back arching into his chest. He holds you through your orgasm, still rutting into you restlessly, chasing his own high. 

You’re almost limp when you’re done cumming, so tired in his arms you can hardly move. Your pussy aches for more—but your thighs and arms tremble so furiously that there’s no way you could hold yourself up. 

Lucio is one step ahead of you, though. He cradles your body, slipping his cock out of your gushing hole just long enough to lay you on your stomach. The cold leather of the couch soothes the fire on your skin, but your pussy still throbs in anticipation. 

“Shh,” he soothes you, cock slipping easily through your folds. “‘M gonna make you feel so good, princess.”

Your strength is recovering, albeit slowly. But it’s just enough for you to push yourself onto your knees, resting your cheek against the couch. 

He grips your hips and uses them to propel himself forward. The slam of his hips on the backs of your thighs is hard enough to bruise. His desperation, his need to cum, only grows with every thrust, the movements getting sloppier with each passing second. 

He reaches forward and grabs your hair, tugging you away from the couch. His other hand is snug around the base of your throat, just barely applying pressure. You’re whimpering in his arms, shaking—your pussy flutters and clenches on his cock with every thrust. 

You’re getting close and though you open your mouth to warn him, the only thing that leaves is a strangled moan. He attaches his lips to the side of your neck again, alternating between gnawing at the sensitive skin and mumbling soft praises. 

“F—fuck!” He slams his cock deep inside of you, his hand around your throat tightening enough to cut off your circulation. 

You barely feel the hot streams of cum gush inside of you before your own orgasm is falling over you. You shake in Lucio’s arms, your head lulling back onto his shoulder. 

He holds you through it, finally letting go of your aching neck. “That’s it, baby,” he murmurs, stroking your head, “cum for me.”

It’s nearly two minutes before the aftershocks of your orgasm start to fade. Lucio’s heart hammers in his chest behind you, his heavy breathing filling your ears. 

You let yourself collapse into him. He catches you in his strong arms, positioning both of you to lay against the couch. 

“Fuck,” he laughs, rubbing at the paint covered bruises forming on your body. “You should come to my shows more often.”

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[theintrovertbean]

Hellooo it's me again 😼

I wanted to request.

Nadia with a *drumroll* Lucio's sibling mc 🤨

I want to know what you think about it, like if mc told her since the beginning or later on the route, what would be Nadia's reaction, will she trust them right away?Nadia didn't remember them because yk

It would be more fitting to do headcannon

Anyways

Thanks for keeping Nadia's tag alive and well fed 🤧♥️

-🦭

Hello, Anon! It's nice to hear from you again. I hope you're doing well!

Now that was a request that I probably enjoyed way too much. My imagination went wild.

I believe that this MC is younger than Lucio. They could have been around 5-10 years old (possibly a year or two older) when Lucio made his first deal, so they were old enough to remember him but not old enough to actually do something about it.

Morga definitely didn't plan on having another child after popping out a goat, so MC was an accident that turned out a lot better than expected. Big brother Lucio definitely bullied his little sibling, and he was also extremely jealous of them for being everything their mother wanted in a child.

I also think that Lucio tried to kill MC too, but they were a sturdy little cutie (strong enough to endure a harsh winter) and survived. And now, they're hungry for revenge.

Thank you for this request, Anon, I really enjoyed it. Writing and posting Nadia content is my pleasure, and I'm just hoping that my creations are worthy of her tag 😂

Also, I kept this writing more on the general side, but if the public desires, I think I could write something bigger and more romantic 👀 Or anything else you want about these two, really.

I'm rambling so much omg.

Nadia with an MC who is Lucio's sibling

When MC arrived at the palace uninvited, Nadia first didn't want to let them in (it's kinda understandable because MC is probably a big and strong person with a German name like Freitag -> it means Friday in German. Montag is Lucio's name, which means Monday, and Monday sucks, but MC is cool, so yeah, Freitag.) She told the guards to make them go away, but it was useless. The stranger pushed through the wave of guards and barged through the palace doors. No one could stop them from meeting the Countess of Vesuvia. They were powerful and a little forceful, but they claimed that they had good intentions and wanted to help with the investigation.

And Nadia could really use some help in solving her ex-husband's murder, so she accepted their offer. But she had a few conditions herself. First, she made it clear that in Vesuvia, she was the boss lady and that MC would have to wear more appropriate clothes from that point. Animal fur just wasn't in style there. 

During their first dinner together, Nadia took a good look at MC while they ate. They looked familiar, and they strangely resembled the former Count of Vesuvia. (Except for the hairline. MC's looked a lot better.) Still, their blonde hair, sharp yaw, wicked smile, and those silver eyes that haunted her every night were enough to stir some worries inside Nadia. And with an intuition like Nadia's, it was easy to become suspicious, but she couldn't tell for sure.

The next day, MC gazed at the strange painting in the Countess' salon, mortified by how anyone could portray their mother like that while waiting for Nadia's arrival. She was fashionably late, of course. When she arrived, she told MC that they were to visit Lucio's wing. 

And oh boy, was it dramatic. 

Lucio spoke to MC and Nadia in his creepy ghost voice. 

"Noddy, I see you have finally taken an interest in your in-laws! How kind of you to bring them here! Did you come here to mourn me, little MC? Tell me how much you've missed your big and handsome brother!" 

MC would reply something like this: "In my eyes, you've been dead since the moment you betrayed our family. And now, I will make sure you stay that way, Montag."

Nadia's eyes widened in horror, but she did her best to remain calm. Everything made so much sense. When it comes to being a leader, MC was everything Lucio thought he was. They were a provider, the protector of their people, and a true hunter. The best from their clan.

When they left Lucio's wing, Nadia brought up the topic and asked MC to explain everything to her. MC told her how Lucio made a deal, killed their father, and attempted to murder their mother and MC, unsuccessfully. With Lucio gone and MC being a much better version of him, MC became the official heir of the Scourge of the South. When Lucio found out, he probably tore out his hair, and that's the reason behind his hair loss. 

Morga was the person who sent MC, her only worthy child, to Vesuvia. Their goal was to track Lucio down and do whatever it took to stop him and the plague, even if that meant killing him. Morga had to stay at home to take care of her people, and MC was more than willing to go. 

And well, MC didn't really have to tell Nadia that they're Lucio's sibling since he revealed it himself. They only had to confirm it, which they did with absolute honesty, and Nadia appreciated it. 

Trusting MC was a different issue, tho. Nadia wanted to trust them, but with Lucio being their brother, she had every reason not to. This MC had to work a little harder to earn her trust, which they did, possibly a lot sooner than expected. MC worked incredibly hard and managed to prove to her how different they were from their brother at every chance they got. Nevertheless, they had a very good reason to be there, and since they shared the same goal as Nadia, she gladly partnered up with them for the investigation. 

At some point, they definitely had a little chat, and MC shared all the embarrassing and terrible stories they had of Lucio. 

Monty definitely held a nasty grudge against MC, so I doubt that he told Nadia about them during their marriage. Maybe she knew about their existence, but of course, she couldn't remember them. If Lucio did tell a bit about them to Nadia, he probably did his best to make them seem like a total bitch.

Nadia respects MC's leading abilities, and she would be happy to let them help her rebuild Vesuvia. And train the guards. MC found them too soft.

And now we shall imagine MC and Lucio having a lovely sibling argument in German while Nadia is sipping tea in the background. She's definitely smiling behind her cup.

Monty, du verwöhnter Idiot!

I only speak a little bit of German. Please don't come at me if I wrote that incorrectly

[vacantgodling]

for the shipping ask game: thoughts on hanzo/cassidy (had to do it, i had to be the one), lucio/genji, and symmetra/pharah! >:)

VALEN BELOVED :’)

haha let’s start with the og brain rot

HANZO/CASSIDY

1. What made you ship it?

to be perfectly honest it was one of those “haha it would be funny if they were together” and now like… 6-7 years deep now 💀 i remember when overwatch first came out people started drawing hanzo and cassidy together and the idea of a cowboy and a samurai was just instant brain juice and they’ve been my number one long running otp ever since despite all the bs blizzard and ovw has put us throughhhh. tbh i’m probably gonna die shipping them fjfjfj

2. What are your favorite things about the ship?

in no particular order:

grizzled older men with dark pasts with a load of trauma — mainly separately. bc this allows them to understand each other even if their experiences aren’t entirely the same

their individual personalities and the potential for them to mesh and make each other better

they both are more similar than either of them gives each other credit for

the physical aspect of their relationship like Goddamn. they are Hot and i like to see them fuck 😌

3. Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

umMmM ig my unpopular opinions are like… i just genuinely dislike whenever people paint cole to be stupid or just jovial and the sunshine to hanzo’s gloom without specifying that cole can be just as dark and depressed as hanzo can be. i also dislike whenever people make out hanzo to be a prude LMAO i barely see that as often anymore. and thankfully the weird fetishization of hanzo being asian has highly died down in the community but when people first started shipping it you can just Tell which people were into hanzo bc he’s asian and tried to like… make him into that weird shit.

LUCIO/GENJI

1. What made you ship it?

i will preface this by saying that once baptiste was introduced that my love for this ship kind of died down drastically. i still think lucio and genji is a cute ship and Can Work but it just doesn’t hold as much weight to me bc i think bap and genji are just closer in values and in those particular stages in life & whatnot. it was hard for me to figure out if i should answer the ship questions or not ship questions bc i kinda do kinda don’t as much anymore LMAO. however, i initially shipped it because lucio’s brightness and energy i feel like would be good for genji. genji has spent a lot of his time in contemplation and meditation to accept who he is but in doing so he’s kind of lost part of himself imo—he’s lost the part of him that made him genji shimada in the first place. in hanzo’s case he needs to have someone introduce him to it; so someone on the same level as him who has a different outlook on life. but genji needs someone to remind him! that he is a fun loving guy, that he is a partner a go getter etc etc. all the things the clan hated.

however going back to my initial thing about baptiste, something i was talking with my partner about yesterday is just the fact that even if you want to return to the past, you can’t, but you can take inspiration from it. and i think for some reasons lucio & genji’s relationship i can’t see working as well as i used to think JUST BECAUSE i think genji is beyond the point where he can return to the past but he can be reminded of it. but lucio is very reminiscent of the man he used to be? in certain ways? you see it in certain interactions that genji and lucio have—even though lucio has been through shit he’s still so Young. 26 and 35 is a significant age gap especially given the shit that they dealt with in life; lucio faced adversary and triumphed and genji’s nearly broke him. and growing up and having my own life experiences i don’t think i’m as optimistic??? as i used to be lol. but i think genji similarly to hanzo kind of needs someone similar to him and bap is that person.

dude this turned into a whole rant about this but tl;dr i used to ship lucio and genji because i was optimistic and then life happened and now i’m more of a realist fjfjfjfj i deadass think i’m just gonna leave this at that.

SYMMETRA/PHARAH

1. What made you ship it?

i got irritated seeing pharamercy. sorry i just hate every mercy ship 💀 i’m a mercy main but i hate that bitch sorry. cough. but i kept seeing people ship it and i hated how the whole thing was so centered around pharah being just a bumbling idiot around mercy and i don’t feel like they have anything in common aside from a sense of hero worship perhaps. firstly, symm and pharah being slightly closer in age (there’s a gap but still) and having similar values and intricacies meshes much better to me. i mean basically, pharah and symm are both autism coded PFF. like i know symm canonically is but idk pharah is to me too cuz like both of their preferences for rules and rigidity and somewhat black and white thinking when it comes to the organizations they put their trust. the way both of them are logical, but do have things that bring them joy. i think pharah can help symm come out of her shell and i think pharah would enjoy having someone she’s on equal playing level with and someone who understands why she holds her values and loyalties in the way that she does. symm would be the only one who gets Her. so that’s why. but initially, spite.

2. What are your favorite things about the ship?

mainly just how their emotional and mental chemistry meshes. i can’t understate how IMPORTANT it is and how FREEING and RELIEVING it is to have someone just get you.

3. Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

ehhhh tbh i don’t have many? i don’t actively ship symm/pharah like AGGRESSIVELY but i do think they’re cute and include them in my overwatch fics. so i haven’t seen anything that would make me go Uh No. about people shipping them cuz i just don’t care that much 😭

[fantomcomics]

What’s Out This Week? 6/22

Happy Juneteenth AND Father’s Day!

The Muscle Girl Next Girl  Vol 1 -  Amesuke Ano

A boy-meets-ripped-girl love story! College student Daria isn't a big guy; he's thin and kinda scrawny, and he's a little self-conscious about it. When he bumps into Rubi-san, a totally cut lady who can haul massive logs around, he thinks she's the epitome of macho coolness. And it's more than just admiration or even envy's immediately smitten by her! Watch slight Daria chase after the buff and sexy Rubi in this charming modern love story.

Nook #1 -  Caleb Thusat, Marcelo Biott & Martha Webby

Fleeing the oppression of WWII Germany, Avery and her parents move to a remote town on the border of France only to discover their new is haunted by a dark past and a cat named Nook. Swept up into a deadly cycle of violence, Avery will come to both fear and love her fuzzy new friend as the dark and twisted history of her new home is revealed.

Our Colors GN -  Gengoroh Tagame and Anne Ishii

Set in contemporary suburban Japan, Our Colors is the story of Sora Itoda, a sixteen-year-old aspiring painter who experiences his world in synesthetic hues of blues and reds and is governed by the emotional turbulence of being a teenager. He wants to live honestly as a young gay man in high school, but that is still not acceptable in Japanese society. His world changes forever when he meets Mr. Amamiya, a middle-aged gentleman who is the owner and proprietor of a local coffee shop and is completely, unapologetically out as a gay man. A mentorship and platonic friendship ensues as Sora comes out to him and agrees to paint a mural in the shop, and Mr. Amamiya counsels Sora about how to deal with who he is. But it won't be easy.

Clementine Book One - Tillie Walden

Clementine is back on the road, looking to put her traumatic past behind her and forge new path all her own. But when she comes across an Amish teenager named Amos with his head in the clouds, the unlikely pair journeys North to an abandoned ski resort in Vermont, where they meet up with a small group of teenagers attempting to build a new, walker-free settlement.

As friendship, rivalry, and romance begin to blossom amongst the group, the harsh winter soon reveals that the biggest threat to their survival...might be each other.  

Dirty Pictures: How Rebels Invented Comix -  Brian Doherty

In Dirty Pictures: How an Underground Network of Nerds, Feminists, Misfits, Geniuses, Bikers, Potheads, Printers, Intellectuals, and Art School Rebels Revolutionized Art and Invented Comix, author and journalist Brian Doherty tells the wild history of the outlaw, outsider, and sometimes illegal world of Underground Comix. With a narrative that weaves together the stories of Harvey Kurtzman, R. Crumb, Trina Robbins, Spain Rodriguez, and Art Spiegelman, among many others, Doherty details, in the first complete narrative history of this movement, the local scenes that sprang up in the 1960s and '70s in New York City, San Francisco, Los Angeles, Cleveland, and Chicago, and provides insight into the rivalries, ideological battles, and conflicts that flourished.

The Lonesome Hunters #1 (of 4) -  Tyler Crook

An old and out-of-practice monster hunter in hiding crosses paths with a young girl that forces him to confront these chaotic creatures. As the beasts invade their tenement, they set off on a supernatural road trip to stop these ancient evils in a story that explores the ways that youth informs adulthood and how early traumas can haunt us of in old age.

Samurai Sonja #1 - Jordan Clark, Pasquale Qualano & Lucio Parrillo

The Sengoku period of Japan: A time of near-constant civil war. Sonja, daughter of a slain samurai, is eager to prove herself worthy of her family's glorious history. But in a desperate moment, Sonja will make an awful deal with a dreaded sea goddess: She will be gifted magical armor and weapons capable of slaying mythical beasts! But if she falls in battle, her bloodline will be erased, her family's name no more.

Until I Find My Husband GN -  Ryousuke Nanasaki & Yoshi Tsukizuki

From school crushes to awkward dating sites to finding a community, this collection of stories recounts the author's "firsts" as a young gay man searching for love. Dating isn't ever easy, but that goes doubly so for Ryousuke, whose journey is full of unrequited love and many speed bumps. But perseverance and time heals all wounds, even those of the heart. This moving memoir by gay activist Ryousuke Nanasaki, following his historic life story, was originally released in Japan in a novel of collected essays and in a beautiful manga adaptation; now both will be available in English for the first time.

The Illusion Witch Book One - Ruben Romero & Andrea Errico

The Illusion Witch tells the story of Aadya Locke a world-famous illusionist traumatized by the loss of her father and son, she has become cold and disconnected from reality. Transported into Saari a fantasy world filled with magic and danger, Aadya is paired with a talking Quoll, A warrior, his son, and a powerful mage. Hunted by The Three a wraith with monstrous intentions, Aadya will face her inner demons while battling real-life monsters in her attempt to save herself,  and Saari.

Whatcha scooping up this week, Fantomites?

[nitewrighter]

Imagine an AU where Gabe being with Jack and Ana fighting against Talon. Him and Jack being married. Gabe finding smol Andrea maybe in a Talon base and rescuing her. Jack and Gabe both being mama bears and Ana being the cool aunt. Andrea being the first Watchpoint kid. I feel like if she had a personality it would be a lot like Raphael in Ninja Turtles. She looks like she does not care but will rip you apart if you hurt the other kids on the Watchpoint.

Jack: Uh... what you got there, Gabe?

Gabe, holding their unconscious 5 year old murderclone daughter still dripping amnio-tank fluid under one arm and a smoothie in the other hand: A smoothie.

----

Jack: *pressing his hands together in front of himself* Talon cloned us.

Gabe: *showing paint swatches to their murderclone daughter* Yeah.

Jack: *pacing back and forth* Talon has enough of our DNA to clone us and they made--they made a girl?

Gabe: *watching their murderclone pick the purple color swatch and eat dry Lucio-Ohs scattered on the table* Lab notes said something about maintaining the SEP serum’s integrity despite nanite cellular functions through the X chromosome. I dunno. Didn’t look too closely. Kinda busy shooting at the time.

Jack: *still pacing* Talon cloned us.

Gabe: I mean, technically she’s a chimera. Y’know, a clone is a direct copy.

Jack: How are you so calm about this?!

Gabe: *pushing a toy catalogue towards the murderclone and watching her blink in confusion* First rule of kids, Jack, they pick up on you freaking out. 

Murderclone: *looks up at Jack* 

Gabe: ...you wanna have a seat?

Jack: ... *cautiously sits down*

Gabe: *showing Jack an Ikea catalogue* So Selena wants her room in purple, and it looks like they got a good deal on these twin beds with the drawers in them--

Jack: ...who’s Selena?

Gabe: *gestures with his head toward Murderclone* Bidi Bidi Bom Bom was stuck in my head when I found her. 

Jack: *looking at Murderclone*...eehhhhh she’s not a Selena.

Gabe: You got a better name in mind?

Jack: Why are we discussing--why is there an Ikea catalogue--Okay--wait-- I feel like you’re at least 10 pages ahead of me on this. 

[nadiaportia]

A Countess’s Masquerade

Summary: A surprising visitor makes an otherwise unpleasant party worthwhile for Nadia.

Word count: ~5.3k

Very much inspired and endorsed by @leatherandsaltybitters thanks to her July Prompt! As soon as I read it, the idea came up in my head and thus this little fic was born. It was quite fun to write and I hope it’ll be equally entertaining for everyone to read~.

“Noddy, darling! Where are you~?” Nadia flinched at her husband’s nasal voice carrying over to the private balcony. She wasn’t hiding from him, of course she wasn’t, but rather taking a break from… just everything and everyone. She liked a good party as much as the next person but this revelry? It threatened to overwhelm her, more than any party in Prakra had ever done. She had been in Vesuvia for three years now and this was her third masquerade so she felt that she should be used to this… or at least get used to it. 

Nadia leaned on the ledge, propped on her elbows and rubbed her temples. Everything was getting to her even though it was only an hour past midnight, and she was sure if she were to have another drop of cloudberry liquor, she'd have enough of it for the rest of her entire life. 

A good white wine would suit her well now and perhaps even lift her spirits to get through the night. With people such as Asra, Julian and their friends it was bound to be an entertaining evening, but besides them… the nobles cared more about getting as wasted as their livers allowed them to, some didn't even forget their agenda on a party and at least at her first masquerade she had to guide Lucio away from nobles trying to lure him into lowering their taxes or giving them money if they were to fulfill half-assed requests. But the man was a grown adult so if he fell for an obvious scam, that was none of her business. 

She took in a deep breath of the chilly night air and looked at the starry sky. The heat of the day had subsided and the gardens were full of masquerade guests. From the balcony she got a good view at those dancing, drinking and laughing, be it at the huge fountain in the middle of the garden or even the maze. 

She saw how a reveler dressed as an orange butterfly pulling another one dressed as a black cat along with them out of the maze and into the woods. Luckily if she had the need to hook up with someone, she had one of the various rooms in the Palace at her disposal, although she understood the thrill of doing so outdoors where someone could walk in at every moment.

"Nadi." She looked over her shoulder at hearing her name. "Here you are." Asra, wearing a opalescent white costume and a small mask with texture resembling snakeskin, leaned with his back next to her against the ledge and took a deep breath. Something about him… was decisively out of balance, and she could feel it wasn't just Lucio being himself or people acting up in general.

"Asra. Are you enjoying the night?"

He nodded, perhaps a tad too quickly, and put on an easy smile. "Yes, don't you worry about me." He waved a hand. "It's just… wow, the Masquerade." His eyes widened in exaggeration for emphasis. 

Nadia laughed. "Yes, truly. It's… quite the event. I don't know if I'll ever grow used to this particular flavor of revelry." She eyed her friend curiously as he brushed a white lock of hair behind his ear and unconsciously dabbed at a small collection of sweat beads with his sleeve. 

"Are you alright?" She reached out and gently touched his elbow. He gulped and nodded. 

"Oh, of course, why shouldn't I be? I think the cloudberry liquor is just so strong that it gives hallucinogens a run for their money." He laughed awkwardly, and Nadia decided to drop the matter. 

Asra could be very elusive if he wanted to, and there was never a way to coax anything out of him that he didn't give up voluntarily. In a way, he was the best secretkeeper you could ask for - he'd never tell. 

"Very well." She coughed. "How's the weather?"

Asra snorted. "Sayelle and Julian decided to hold an impromptu duet of a Galbradan folk song, it was quite impressive." 

Nadia smiled to herself. "Of course it was. They know how to work a stage."

"I'm surprised Julian didn't slur through his part."

"Noddy!" Lucio's loud voice rang over through the air, this time closer. The Countess and the magician looked at each other and simultaneously rolled their eyes. 

"Do you know why?"

"There's guests from Zadith and he wants to make a good impression - which on his own is nigh impossible already when he's sober."

"Well, at least it might be interesting to meet some new people." Nadia stood upright and straightened her dress. "It has been a while since I was in Zadith for the last time. Let's see how much things have changed."

They made their way through the groups of party-goers and entered the ballroom. Here the air was artificially kept cool and it really was a necessity considering that the majority of people were in there. 

"Oh, Asra, thank you for finding Noddy for me." A sweaty hand softly caressed her shoulder and soft lips pressed a kiss on her mask.

Asra's eyes were steely but he nodded in acknowledgement. "You're welcome, sir."

Lucio grinned and put an arm around Nadia. She smiled and touched his arm. "I heard something about a delegation from Zadith?"

"Oh, yes! Some alchemists and a bunch of nobles, small fish but we kinda need their backing because of the trade routes and all that other jazz." He made a vague hand movement. Nadia nodded slowly. "Very well… let’s see what we can do then. Nothing like negotiations during a birthday party."

Lucio let out a dramatic sigh. "So rude, I know. But let's get to it. Oh, hey, where are you going?"

Asra had turned and began walking back into the crowd. "Huh?"

"C'mon, the more the merrier."

"For 'negotiations'?"

"Hm, sure." Lucio grinned. "You're already in with the upper echelons, might as well see the inner workings." He let go off Nadia and put an arm around Asra's shoulder.

Asra's gaze met Nadia, who shrugged as a response. It couldn't do any harm, she thought. His eyes briefly wandered around the room as if he was searching for someone and then sighed.

"Alright, why not?"

They walked up the stairs and onto the upper level of the ballroom, where a group of people stood together in extravagant costumes. Lucio introduced them and Nadia was surprised that somehow he managed to come across as decently put together. The Zadithi nobles were eager to chat with her and were impressed by Lucio's military campaigns, falling easily for his charm. Nadia and Asra leaned back and she was about to suggest they'd leave to another party room, when -

"Oh, apologies, I was exploring some of the rooms in the West Wing! Whoever designed them deserves all the praise." A clear melodic voice rang over them and everyone turned their head towards the woman that approached them. Her costume could only be described with one word: pink - to be specific, the bright hot variant. The fabric was light, resembled ruffled silk and comfortably fit around her body, the dress ended halfway along her thighs but another extravagant piece of fabric continued in the back similarly to a peacock's tail without touching the floor. Her high-heeled shoes were of the exact same hue as the dress, just like the gems around her neck and her earrings. The mask she wore depicted a flamingo. On the vast majority of people, this outfit would have been considered a fashion sin and no doubt resulted in their imprisonment but somehow… it worked fantastically on her. Nadia had no idea how but it did.

The woman herself had impeccable posture as she walked towards them, shoulders low, back straightened and her head held confidently high. Her brown skin meshed well with the vibrant pink of the dress and her dark brown hair was fixed in an updo. Through the mask she saw a pair of eyes the color of dark honey and her full lips were painted a dark red, almost black. 

"Gentlepeople of the Zadithi court, I hope I am not interrupting something." She said as she inclined her head towards the delegation who apparently were her companions all along. 

"Oh, Marquesa, no, you're most welcome to enter the conversation actually." One of them, a tall man with golden skin, said and bowed to her. "We’re actually having a lovely conversation with our hosts - whom, if I recall, you haven't met as of yet!"

To Nadia's surprise, she heard Asra cough and turned to see him looking suddenly very out of it. 

"Really?" The woman made a surprised face and looked from Lucio to Nadia to Asra. "Well, we have already met, have we not, young magician?" Her eyes were on Asra for a brief moment and her eyes twinkled until she turned her attention back to the Count and the Countess. Nadia noticed that her gaze lingered on her for maybe a little too longer before she spoke next.

"Your excellencies: Lady Heloisa de Rubalcaba of Calpacia, representative of the Zaan of Cartagenth in foreign affairs." She made a curtsy and her costume rustled. "To your services, Count Lucio and Countess Nadia."

"We are very honored to have you, Lady Heloisa.” Nadia replied and nodded respectfully. The name vaguely rang a bell in her mind but she couldn’t recall precisely in what context. 

“Likewise.” Lucio added and nodded with a hand on his chest. 

Even though they were on Vesuvian soil and the local sovereigns, etiquette still demanded foreigners with a higher title were to be treated as guests of honor. She wondered what room this marquesa was given - although she did not recall invitations being sent out to the empire of Calpacia to the far West of the continent. Lucio seemed to think the same.

“Cartagenth, Calpacia… if I remember correctly, I stopped sending invitations after them being ignored for three years straight.” His tone was amicable but had an edge to it. Lady Heloisa shrugged. 

“That is very much true, Count Lucio. I was on a diplomatic mission in Zadith meeting my dear friends,”, she winked in the general direction of the Zadithi delegation, “when your invitation reached the council - and since they are allowed to bring guests and I was at the moment the guest of honor at court, here I am!”

“Especially because you mentioned never having been here, Marquesa!” A woman with a headscarf and a fennek mask claimed. 

“Yes.” The marquesa sighed. “The diplomatic relations between Cartagenth and Vesuvia are not the best, after the Vesuvians’, err, I guess one could refer to it as a “business”, in Karnassos, ancient allies of ours from back when they were the local military power.”

Nadia’s eyes went to Lucio who was busy inspecting the tips of his gauntlet. She remembered a history lesson many, many years ago in her childhood, about the nations to the west of Prakra where the kingdoms of Bizatena, Calpacia and Karnassos had joined forces to break down a merchant revolt. 

“C’mon, let’s get out of here.” Asra whispered. A single bead of sweat was rolling down his temple and Nadia raised an eyebrow. Was he that unnerved because of the marquesa?

“Give me a few minutes, Asra, then I’m with you.” She whispered back and gently touched his arm. Asra looked already more at peace and touched her hand reassuringly. 

“Mirror room.” With that, he turned and left.

“Either way, hopefully that can be water under the bridge now - who knows, maybe one day we will need to support each other.” 

“Hm, I think that Vesuvia is doing quite fine as of lately, but thank you for the offer, Lady Heloisa.” Lucio’s voice was honey but the slight curl in his lip indicated to Nadia that he was already displeased with her attitude. One corner of the marquesa’s lips turned upwards and she let out a sigh. 

“That might be true but you know - you never know. Unless you can see the future thanks to a crystal ball.” She winked at Lucio as if they were old friends planning a conspiracy together. Lucio’s cold grey eyes fixated on her warm brown ones and even though most of his face was hidden by the large peacock mask he wore, Nadia saw his ears turning beet red. The marquesa snatched a glass of rosé prosecco from the platter of a bypassing waiter.

“Which I quite frankly cannot - I possess no magical talents, unlike you.” She nodded at the members of the delegation. “For you, my friends, and the students of the alchemical academy of Zadith.” She toasted towards the Zadithi and downed the content of the flute in one go. 

“So this is all that brings you to Vesuvia, ‘diplomatic relations’? As for my husband’s military endeavors, that one has been solved after a court hearing - we paid reparations to the town of Karnassos, but of course I understand why its old allies might bear a grudge towards those who harmed the representative of their sister city.” Nadia stated curtly and tried to ignore Lucio’s questioning look that basically said ‘We paid reparations?’.

“Not exactly, it was also my own curiosity. Especially when I heard that the Countess happened to be a former Princess of Prakra.” Lady Heloisa’s eyes twinkled and her smile turned into something more genuine than the sardonic grin she had put on when talking to Lucio. “That certainly got my attention, and I am glad to know I did not come all the way here to be disappointed.” 

Was the marquesa trying to flirt with her, in front of her husband nonetheless? Bold, but… 

“Either way, thank you - I did not know that the matter had been solved, I thank you for clearing it up to me.”

“You’re more than welcome, Lady Heloisa.”

“And I mean it; your reputation precedes you, Countess Nadia; your work as a stateswoman in the service of your home country is known even to the Calpacian court and your sisters Nafizah and Navra have told me much about you when I was in Prakra two years ago. Quite a shame we did not meet earlier - you seem a most interesting character.” The last sentence was to Nadia’s surprised said in accented but very sure spoken Prakran. At the same time she remembered almost out of nowhere why exactly the name rang a bell. 

“Oh, you’re the playwright! The one who wrote The Dying Swan of Doña Astros.” Navra had raved about this play for at least a whole month and even attended a showing of it when the entourage and actors had travelled to Prakra.

Heloisa smiled and tucked a loose curl behind her ear. “Yes, the first play I ever wrote. I have a soft spot for it but Jocelyn y Templanza is the most dear to me. It’s just so much more personal.” 

“Oh, I haven’t seen either but… now that I recall it, I did read The Ballad of the Brave Knights of Crystalia. A good comedy with great social commentary.” 

“Ah, that one,”, she chuckled, “there are enough people who consider it a tragedy, partly because it’s based on real events. You certainly seem to have enough finesse and sharp wit to figure it out the right way, congratulations.” She winked and Nadia was glad for the mask on her face which hid her blush.

 “The Crystalian Knights were a real mercenary band - not one of them from Crystalia necessarily.” Lucio interjected. Nadia threw him a pointed look. Did he have to forcefully insert himself into the conversation?

“Why, thank you, I am well aware of that, your excellency.” Lady Heloisa’s mouth was a thin line. “My source is - well, was, since their era has ended - quite familiar with them; they were under her service after all.”

Lucio’s eyes widened and his lips pursed but he didn’t press the issue. 

“Reading the play could maybe give you a new insight on the events, darling.” Nadia suggested with a small smile and suppressed a chuckle when Lucio rolled his eyes. 

“Oh, don’t feel pressured to follow your wife’s recommendation, your excellency. Zero readers are better than one self-described expert.” She laughed. Nadia felt the corners of her mouth twitch. As if Lucio would ever finish a book in order to criticize it. Her husband meanwhile only stared at the marquesa who shook her head. “Pardon, I was just joking. A man of your standing, you must be quite educated and your military decorations say more than enough.”

“Oh, no offense taken, Lady Heloisa - or Marquesa? Which one is it? You are dressed like someone more important than you might actually be.” He slightly leaned forward with a grin that bared a little too much teeth.

Before Nadia could open her mouth, the marquesa answered cooly and with a steely look in her brown eyes that by now exuded no warmth whatsoever: “I am a representative of my house and since the actual marquesa is quite the busy woman, the political affairs fall to me, your excellency.” As quickly as her sharp veneer appeared, it was gone again and her tone became amicable again. “Either way… I take it you are quite busy with the delegation; the people who are actually interested in talking to you. Good day, and before I forget it: happy birthday - it is your party I am attending after all.” Lucio opened his mouth to answer, but Lady Heloisa turning on her heel cut him off before a word escaped him.

“Lucio.” Nadia hissed and leveled him with a displeased look. 

“C’mon, Noddy, from whichever backwater that woman is, they haven’t even invented manners over there.” 

Nadia raised an eyebrow which instantly made him shut up. “Have you ever heard of being the bigger person?”

Her husband put on a shameless grin. “Nope. Especially not on my birthday - why though, I’m already the greatest there is!” He looked down on himself and marveled at his peacock costume with a deep cut-out and tight shimmering teal pants.

Nadia sighed. “Like always it’s left to me to fix the messes you leave behind.” 

She didn’t even dignify Lucio with a response and followed the marquesa who with her hot pink costume was not only impossible to miss but also seemed to naturally draw looks to her. Nadia followed her through a crowd and before she reached her, she thought that maybe she was being ridiculous, this woman was a stranger to her but if Lucio just burnt a bridge to her and the Calpacian empire, that couldn’t be good.

“Lady Heloisa.” The marquesa turned at hearing her name. “Countess Nadia.” She said, with no little surprise in her voice. “What can I do for you? If you are here to apologize for your husband’s tactlessness: there is no need to.”

Nadia sighed. “Let me apologize regardless; I reckon you came to Vesuvia to make friends. Like any good host, I will not deny you the possibility to form good, better, bonds between Vesuvia and Calpacia.”

Lady Heloisa looked at her for a moment, then she nodded slowly. “I do not want to drag you from your own party, so feel free to deny me, but I need to breathe some fresh air - if you were to accompany me, I would be most grateful.”

“Well,” Nadia began, “I don’t have anywhere to be, by all means, and I was going to leave either way.” She remembered Asra, who most likely was waiting for her in the mirror room, that he probably left because of the same person who she was now talking to, but shook her head to chase away the thought. On the way to the balconies she saw Deirdra talking to a butterfly and a pigeon and told them as they passed by to tell Asra she wasn’t going to make it, and then the cold nightair hit her in the face. 

“Ah, much better. I thought I was going to suffocate in there.” Lady Heloisa fanned air into her face. “It's too many people in one room - as big as it might be, it is not enough.” She sighed. “Oh well. I don’t mean to be too forward but… how about the gardens? Less people, more fresh air - both sound like a good deal to me.” 

She grinned at Nadia and for a moment her eyes wandered over Nadia’s figure. “If you want to, Countess, that is. We can relax by the arbors too, as long as it’s away from all the spying little eyes. It is so hard to relax when you’re surrounded by just about everyone in existence.”

Nadia considered the offer for a moment and realized that entertaining the thought actually thrilled her. 

“The arbors sound good, you should just know that there's many people in the gardens right now, be it to catch some fresh air or… engage in risky behavior.” 

“Oh ho ho, how naughty! But oh well, it wouldn't be a party without some of that.” Lady Heloisa chuckled but then agreed to them going to the arbors. On the way there, she fell back for a moment but caught up a few seconds later, triumphantly holding a bottle of prosecco in her hand. "Not a party without some of that."

"You took it off a waiter?" Nadia raised an eyebrow but her tone was amused.

"Unless that was the last bottle in the Palace, in which case it'll be spent rather well." She said with a grin. They settled in an arbor far from any big crowds, surrounded by white rose bushes and with a block of marble in its middle. The two women sat on it, with Lady Heloisa wiping the block before doing so. 

"Stains won't show on my costume but yours… a swan should never stain her beautiful plumage." She winked and sat down cross-legged before she stripped the heels of her feet and rubbed her ankles. 

"Where did you even get it from? Considering you didn't even know the Masquerade was going to happen."

"Oh, I have an excellent and diligent tailor. I'm rather proud of what he came up with: it's very 'Me'."

Nadia straightened her long white feathered dress. "Well, it certainly is unique and quite daring, if I might say so."

Lady Heloisa laughed. "Both of us could surely go into the history books of masquerades as 'Best Dressed' of the evening if there was such a thing. No offense to any peacocks that might walk around the grounds at this very moment."

Nadia laughed.

“I apologize for making fun of your husband, I don’t mean to antagonize him.” Nadia highly doubted this, but didn’t say anything as she watched Lady Heloisa wedge the bottle between her knees and began pulling put the cork. “I’m here to mingle after all. Although I’m starting to think that you are much more amicable and approachable than him.” That easy smile was back on her but a loud plop make both of them jump and the marquesa let out a harsh curse as bubbly prosecco spilled out of the bottle.

“Oh, let me please.” Nadia quickly snatched the bottle from her fingers and put the bottle to her mouth, taking a big sip and put it down when most of the foam was gone. Lady Heloisa’s eyes didn’t leave her as she did so and went between the bottle and Nadia when she put it back on the marble block.

“I was about to lament I didn’t bring any glasses with me but… you don’t seem to mind.” She grinned and took the bottle, still stained with some of Nadia’s own lipstick, and took an equally big sip out of it. 

Nadia leaned back on her hands and curiously eyed the marquesa from head to toes. The fingers holding the bottle were long and slender; a silver band adorned her thumb and another her ring finger. Her dress had a thin but deep cut-out and was made to accentuate her long brown legs. There was a slight hint of fruity scent to her, and Nadia imagined her skin to be soft to the touch. 

As the conversation naturally progressed, she noticed that as soon as she was one-on-one and more at ease with someone, the marquesa had a shift in demeanor - her speech was less strained, less formal than when talking next to the Zadithi delegation. 

She told her about why she was in Zadith in the first place (a potential partnership and exchange program between the Guild’s First Magical Institute and the Alchemical Academy of Zadith), her journey (“I feel like a woman of the people now after sleeping on a field bed two days in a row”) and her last trip to the Star Lakes (where she did meet Nahara and Navra as it turned out and if Nadia read the signs correctly, they went on some very heavy nightly carousing) which in turn led to Nadia talking about Prakra and her life in Vesuvia. 

The marquesa hung onto every word that came out of the Countess's mouth and Nadia grew more and more confident the longer she spoke with her. It was so satisfying to talk to someone and have them actually listen to you, showing actual interest in your words and being a good audience. The only other person she had ever felt the same with after leaving Prakra was Asra; his friends were very sweet but she didn't know them that well yet, Doctor Devorak would tell his own tales in response which was fine but not always what one needed, and Lucio… everything was a competition for him and he would come up with an outrageous lie to make her feel small.

“So, how are you liking Vesuvia so far?”

“Hm.” Lady Heloisa pursed her lips. "It reminds me a bit of Bizatena, but... ,", she sighed, "less well organized. I won't lie, Countess, but there are parts of the city that look atrocious. Happy citizens are happy to be subjects, and unhappy citizens… well, I don't think I need to finish that thought. Prakra has a very high standard of life, its citizens enjoy many rights - how does it compare to Vesuvia?" 

Nadia's thoughts went to coliseum fights and the neglect of the aqueduct system. She felt blood rush to her face as she didn't reply right away, in shame of not doing enough for the city and its inhabitants.

"There isn't even a proper legal system." Why was she telling this woman about it? She had done nothing to prove herself trustworthy - in fact, Nadia thought about the look on Asra's face when he saw the marquesa, that surely had to mean something. 

Lady Heloisa shook her head. "For fuck’s sake. That… sounds horrible. My true condolences." She gave Nadia an empathetic look and reached out to touch her arm. "I hope that one day Vesuvia is ruled by the sovereign it deserves - the quicker the better."

Nadia looked at her for a moment as she processed what the marquesa had just said. Was she really implying what she thought?

"You clearly are a smart and cultured woman, Countess, there is no doubt about it. You surely have got to have some influence amongst the count's advisers or the Vesuvian council in some way, if your husband doesn't listen to you - which is a grave mistake on his part - then at least he should do so with his courtiers."

Nadia thought of the courtiers Lucio had brought to Vesuvia, those strange creatures of whom she wasn't even sure if there was a soul in their chest or not… slippery Vlastomil, mysterious Valdemar, boorish Vulgora and excessive Volta. The newest consul, a young Vesuvian named Valerius, son of a noblewoman who had faithfully served the previous Count and Countess, was the only one she felt some sort of kinship towards but even then she felt on thin ice with him. 

"I will try." She conceded with a sign. "You speak like someone who has plenty of experience with this."

The marquesa grinned and shrugged. "I don't kiss and tell, dearest Countess, all I will say is this: the Cartagense court is a lion's pit and its inhabitants are eternally starved and thus always down to rip you to shreds. I hope for your sake that the Vesuvians are nothing like that - even if I can see you surviving in a hostile environment.”

Nadia watched her as she sighed and reached up to her face to take off the flamingo mask. She didn’t know what exactly to expect behind the mask but she was anything but disappointed: the marquesa had a face that was quite easy on the eyes. Coupled with her magnetic personality, her charisma, her way with words… the woman was fascinating to put it in one word. And yet… she reminded her of those flesh-eating orchids from the jungles in Northern Prakra. 

Lady Heloisa turned the mask in her hand and scoffed. 

“I had this costume made last minute when your husband's invitation arrived in Zadith. Something that says 'I'm down for the fun!', no statement piece or whatever.” She brushed a non-existing speck of dirt off the mask. “Yours clearly positions you as the one with her head in the game, Countess: regal, gracious and with a protective, mayhaps even a little ruthless, streak.” She raised an eyebrow, her smirk confident. “Is it that what's underneath your mask? I'd love to know.”

She reached out to caress Nadia's swan mask but just as her fingers brushed it, Nadia took a hold of her wrist. The marquesa's eyes widened but she didn't protest, on the contrary, the corner of her mouth twitched upwards. Nadia's lips curved into a smile as she gently stroked with her thumb over the skin of the marquesa's inner wrist. The smell of fruity perfume intensified. 

“I don't kiss and tell either, Marquesa.”

Lady Heloisa's eyes were fixed on hers for a moment and then seemed to collect herself. “I have never been one to back down from a challenge.” Her cheeks darkened a bit and she lowered her hand a bit - Nadia let her until she stopped just shortly above her thigh covered by the white satin of her costume. 

“You certainly are daring, Lady Heloisa.” Nadia gently let go of her and in the process trailed over her delicate hand, caressing the knuckles of her long fingers. 

“Is that what you prefer?” The marquesa scooted closer to her, their legs almost touching. “Daring women?”

Nadia felt her face heat up but leaned in, tilted Lady Heloisa's chin up with her finger and replied: “Who says I am not a daring woman?”

The marquesa let out an light chuckle at that. “Countess Nadia, you do have some surprises up your sleeve. I don't know what I expected from Vesuvia but it wasn't someone like you.” She reached for the bottle and frowned. 

“Damn… guess we killed that one.” 

Nadia laughed. She stood up and gulped as she swayed slightly on the spot but held her balance. “I suppose that's the sign we should get back to the ballroom.”

“Ah, yes. I suppose you are right.” Lady Heloisa put her heels back on and when she stood there, there was little to no sway at all - impressive, given the fact the marquesa had drunk more and was also smaller. 

“Maybe,”, Nadia hooked her arm in with the marquesa's. The flamingo costume rustled and the marquesa sucked in a breath as Nadia pulled her close, “you can surprise me in return with your dance moves.”

The laugh Lady Heloisa let out was loud and so very uncharacteristic for a cultured noble woman such as her. Nadia gave her a curious look as she tried to regain her composure. Maybe they were both a bit more enthusiastic after sharing that bottle. Lady Heloisa ran her fingers along Nadia's arm; her pink nails scraped a bit on her skin.

“Oh, that I surely will.”

[bazzpop]

Main 6 sleepover hc

Ok so I blame @idrinkluciostears ily b for giving me this idea and I just had to write it, so I did the main 6 for it lol oops

Asra:

There’s gonna be a pillow fort made and you’ll both spend the entire night in it, it’s a must

A good natured pillow fight will most likely ensue at some point, there’s no winner and it’s stopped before anyone can get hurt it’s a good way to tire you both out early tho

He’s the best person to have sleepy heart to hearts and deep conversations with about life at like 3 in the morning

He’ll make either pancakes or French toast for breakfast the next morning, and if he chooses pancakes— he’ll definitely make cute shapes or add fruit/chocolate chips to make smiley faces on them

Nadia:

She’ll want a relaxing night with you, but she doesn’t mind having a little fun in the process

Loves when you play with and style her hair, she’ll do your hair after you finish her’s, all while you both talk about any topic that comes to mind first

Golden Goose...in the fountain...at 3 am, a warm bath after that which finally makes you both sleepy

Waking up in bed with no recollection of how you got there, but you’re pleased nonetheless as she continues to sleep next to you. You go back to snoozing until one of the servants wake you both up for breakfast

Julian:

He’s also another great person to have really deep conversations with in the middle of the night, he tries not to get to depressive but damn does it get deep sometimes

Prank him on the off chance he falls asleep first, whipped cream in his palm and tickle his nose oh no watch him lick it off if he’s able to tho lol

He’s like the kid at every sleepover who is the first to wake up so he just lays there awkwardly until you wake up later

Probably leaves briefly to pick up some breakfast for the two of you and starts making coffee for himself (and you, unless you want tea, then he’ll make you tea), he’ll always be back by the time you wake up

Muriel:

A sleepover with him is more like camping tbh but it’s still so warm and cozy

He’ll star gaze with you, he loves when you lay beside him or on top of him while you list out all the constellations you can see and explain what they mean to him

If you fall asleep first, and you’re still outside with him, he’ll wrap you in his cloak and carry you inside to bed

You woke up to him snuggling you, when he opens his eyes and you’re in his arms he has no idea what to do so he just kinda avoids eye contact before giving the excuse that he needs to get some eggs from the chickens for breakfast

Portia:

It’s the classic painting your nails and gossiping sleepover, you get the latest palace gossip and play truth or dare over a bowl of popcorn

Telling ghost stories while huddled up on pillows and wrapped in blankets, she’s got a flashlight shining up on her face as she tells them for the effect of course

Pepi running across the darkened room with a sheet on, effectively scaring the shit out of you both and laughing hysterically afterwards

Insists on making you breakfast in the morning

Lucio:

It’s gonna be a bougie self care sleepover

24 k gold face masks with cucumber slices over your eyes, fluffy robes, and glasses of champagne. He’ll personally give you a massage if you want one too

He’s a fan of pillow talk as he lounges with you on his plush bed, it can be anything ranging showing the vulnerable side of himself to palace gossip

He sleeps well past noon the next day, he’s got to make up the lost beauty sleep somehow, right? Please stay in bed with him, don’t leave

[tainbocuailnge]

“what the hell is going on in granblue anymore” summary in which I will absolutely forget things because so much is happening what the fuckk

the sky realm and astral world are actually painted right on top of the otherworld. naturally, this pissed the beings who ALREADY LIVED THERE the fuck off. they’ve been planning how to take it back for eons.

for the past few chapters they’ve been staging an invasion through bestia island thanks to echidna’s status as “mother of all beings” allowing them an anchor into this world. during this invasion lyria, katalina, rackam, and mikaboshi got sent to the otherworld and this almost kills us because of the life link getting stretched dangerously thin so we’ve been kinda running on fumes the past few chapters

the Omnipotent who painted this world over the otherworld in the first place got split into the sky realm god (proto bahamut) and astral god (ultimate bahamut) as a result of conflict with the otherworld and now the two halves are trying to get back together, which will destroy the world as we know it and rewrite it into something completely different

to achieve this they created vyrn and lyria, who can harvest the astral energy respectively the conceptual power of the sky realm that primal beasts are made of and store it. once these vessels are full they will be devoured by their respective gods so they can fuse back together

primal beasts, as it turns out, are created by taking a concept inherent to the sky realm and giving it physical form using astral power. 

katalina’s ancestor was turned into primal beast ares this way because the sheer force of her knightly prowess was just that fucking great. she mentions that the one to turn her into a primal beast was a Snake, which might have been belial considering the symbolism around him and the fact that lucilius was in charge of primal beast creation. she was in lesbians with the founder of albion who is vira’s ancestor and passes the power of a primal beast on to katalina in order to help her bring everyone back to the sky realm

the otherworldly beings, realizing that we would gladly fight both gods for having the fucking audacity of thinking they get to say things to vyrn and lyria, offer to let us join their side, specifically pointing out that we as singularity have more right than anyone to want to take revenge on god. we tell them to go fuck themselves. somehow this is not an answer they expected.

they move to attack, we black out, meet a mysterious lady in the void of unconsciousness asking if we really do intend to fight god, we confirm that we absolutely will fight god, and then we reunite with lyria in the void and agree to beat the shit out of her dad as well as ours. we then return to reality and kick the otherworldly beings out of echidna’s house. they say we’ll know where to find them if we ever change our mind

finally we track down the violet knight who had stolen lloyd (orchid’s golem in which primal beast akasha is sealed) and take the golem back by force. using the newfound knowledge about lyria and vyrn’s abilities we dissolve akasha into its original conceptual state so nobody can go around using it to reset the universe anymore

meanwhile, loki has been forming a crew of his own in an attempt to learn about the power of friendship by observing us. the bitch has actually been really helpful to us lately, which he claims is because we’re putting up a good show for him

one of loki’s crew members, necesaria, is a secret agent dispatched by the society to keep an eye on him, marking the first time those guys are mentioned in the main story. he was also ordered to kill violet knight on a detour, which he does by poisoning the air in an eatery without a care for collateral damage, and during the mission debrief it’s implied the society has been sticking their nose in otherworldly business for ages. necesaria seems to know far, far more about the deeper secrets of the society than all the society members on our boat combined.

with all the new info on bahamut/primal beasts/the world itself lucio and lucilius showing up in the main story is basically inevitable at this point and now that we share a mutual enemy it might even lead up to a teamup with lucilius. lucio’s task as the sky god’s speaker and physically stronger one was likely to keep the otherworlders at bay while lucilius as the astral god’s speaker and the one with the brain cells produced the primal beasts necessary for the reunification. this means lucilius flew off the fucking rails because he realized halfway through producing primal beasts that he was just fulfilling his set purpose by doing so, and immediately moved to sabotage the reunification of the two gods by any means possible in order to verify for himself that if nothing else he has the free will to choose self destruction.

lucilius was right. about the god being an asshole part that is not the world destruction part, we’re still gonna kick his ass for that one

[radabom]

Arctober Day 7- The Palace

As you might be able to tell from the skipped day, I decided to skip over some prompts that I didn’t have as much inspiration/ as good of an idea for. This is mainly just because I still want to be able to attempt the kinktober prompts, and aside from schoolwork adding to that, I quickly realized I absolutely would never be able to catch up on both. So, I’ll be skipping days on occasion for both sets of prompts so I’ll actually be able to post these on their actual days.

This story is similar to day 4, following each of the main six in an objective view during their day. No romance or pairings explicitly stated, although if you are a lover of Lucio then there’s some angst for ya regarding him. To be frank I never did Lucio’s route nor do I like him enough as a character to do so, so whenever I write about Lucio it’ll probably be angsty to some degree. I just kinda leave him with one of his fates in the other routes, or keep him as a ghost in the palace.

Towering over the city it belonged to,  a palace with a countess and her friends stood in lively existence. Every day had a new adventure to be experienced, whether from the troubles of each of their day-to-day lives or from their own sought-out joys. But for once, much to the relief of many, the palace held a day of relaxation and peace for the friends that spent time within it's walls.

Some used their free moments in quiet contemplation, much like the countess in her tall tower. It once may have been an escape from her situation, a place for her to withdraw within when she felt her powerlessness grow. Now, with nothing but hope and joy for the future of her city, she uses the tower for her needed moments of solitude. Tinkering, thinking, resting, planning- all with the help of her mind and her owlish friend. She no longer needed an escape, just those quiet moments to relax and de-stress. So, with a fine cup of wine at her side, she sat amongst the pillows piled high and continued her sketch of a design for her next workshop project.

Others used their free moments for other forms of relaxation, a pair of childhood friends using their time for a quiet walk through the nature of the palace gardens. One, with a wolf in his company, still felt unease at being around a place that could turn so lively in an instant. The other, a kind purple snake coiled into his sash, knew where to direct their walk so his friend could take in the beauty that the palace workers created, without the eyes of others watching. Flowers blooming in patches of gardens hidden between hedges were a favored moment alone between the two; they could take a seat and allow themselves to feel peace, together. Even when they knew they must return at some point during the day, the two couldn't help but relish in the calm company of each other. They took some flowers, twisting together the stems to turn them into crowns for the people they each considered friends. The larger friend couldn't help but place the first flower crown on the head of the wolf, the smaller friend smiling at his softness.

Not everyone used their moments for relaxation, at least not in such a calm manner. A maid spent her free day, accompanied by a peppy cat, finding the hidden pathways and secret corridors that were abundant within the palace. A painting hung too loose gave way to a staircase, leading her down and down to the depths below the palace where she found her brother. He couldn't help but use his free time to ruminate on past actions: mistakes he regretted and abused himself over as the memories of them haunted the room he stood in. So she grabbed him and his black-feathered friend, despite their shared squawks, and took them back to the surface. Dragging them up and to a room full of friendly faces from a bar that the law tried to avoid, the brother couldn't help but smile as the group invited him to a game of cards. His sister only gave a coy smirk at his implication that she got the group into the palace in the first place. She sat down too, eager to get to know those her brother was so well-liked by.

Of course, not everyone had moments of peace like these. A ghostly form, mimicking a goat, still spent his days and hours wailing throughout his old wing. He only hoped for someone to listen, to remember who he was, but after the fight the palace took against him he had been reduced to nothing more than an echo. Invisible claws reached to scratch at paintings that could no longer be touched by his grasp, the claws simply passing right through without a trace. He couldn't help but cry out in anguish, his voice being carried to no one and his spirit too weak to make an impact on the world. The only two that could hear him were his dogs, who followed his hurt existence whenever they could escape the attention of the palace staff. The ghost simply returned to his room, cleaned of the last remnants of his physical form, and floated atop what was once the bed he could sleep in. His ghostly eyes couldn't help but drift to the last painting of him, reminding him of who he used to be as his dogs took seats at the end of his bed. He knew that even if the world forgot him, at least his dogs wouldn't. He was their whole world after all, even if he couldn't be the man he knew they deserved.

The palace may not always have moments of peace for the friends to enjoy in their own personal ways, but the friends knew that when these moments came, they wouldn't take it for granted.

[6-mcs-for-6-lis]

Hi! Asking for the oc asks! 💍 💝 💔 (love your blog)

Thoughts on marriage?

Prima: If marriage is on the table then I will gladly take it. Hell, I’ll get down on my own knees if I must.

Zaza: ...marry Muri? Yes please ♡＾▽＾♡

Rina: Eventually? Maybe? I kinda want to ask Ilya myself at some point.

Harlow: Nadia already proposed and I...said yes. Of course. I’m scared, but in a very good way!

Ziv: Um....I mean maybe? If Asra ever wants to... put an official label on it? We haven’t talked about it at all and at the same time I think we both know the other is not going away any time soon.

Ayo: Marriage isn’t on top of my priority list, but to be completely honest I think Pasha has a wedding planned out. It’s sweet, and I think she’s trying to keep me in the dark to not “scare me off”. She won’t, but I also wouldn’t say no if she were to ask.

Dearest Gift They’ve received?

Harlow: When I was 14, I got the opportunity to leave Drakra and apprentice in Vesuvia. It was the first time I ever left my family, and moreso my twin sister, Harmonia. The night before I left, we cut each others hair, and braided locks for us each to keep. I carry it with me always.

Prima: Before my mother died, she gave me her favorite necklace. It’s a plain black velvet choker, but I wear it every day to keep her memory with me.

Zaza: I was seven, and all I wanted for my birthday was a teddy bear. My sisters got together, and they took scraps from their old dresses and stuffing from a pillow the dogs got a hold of and made me one. I called him Ragga-rascal and still have him tucked away in the shop!

Ayo: This will sound very strange, but my leg. I was born without a right leg, and grew up using a crutch. When my growing slowed down and pretty much stopped, my dad was able to barter for a prosthetic. I started getting used to it, and showed it off to Asra and Muriel, and then one day I woke up and it had been all painted and decorated! Dad had let Asra and Muriel in during the night and they had painted birds and flowers all over the leg like tattoos!

Rina: Lilinka saw my potential for magic, and for energy healing. Shae gave me my first ever crystal - a rose quartz pendulum I can wear as a necklace when the mood takes me.

Ziv: The Magicians Heart, in more ways than one. The necklace Nadia inadvertently returned to me the first night at the palace was actually given to me years ago by Asra. He never would tell me where or how he got it, but I... I honestly cried when he gave it to me. The other way I mean it is Asra’s heart. The heart of that particular magician is the most precious thing in the world to me.

Ever had your heart broken? Ever broken any hearts?

 Zaza: Look, am I a bit of a slut? Yes. I admit that. Am I ashamed of that? Not at all. Don’t you dare come for me. Have I had many partners at the circus and in Vesuvia? Also yes. Were there any strings attached? No. Did I still have my heart ripped out every single time they didn’t want anything more than my ass warming their beds? ........nope. not at all. I’m fine.

Ayo: I... think so. to both. There was one person when we were teenagers. We got close, and I thought we were just very good friends. But they wanted more, and I didn’t. I didn’t have those feelings for them. I’ve never had those feelings for anyone, really. They avoided me after that, and they took a bit of my heart with them I think.

Harlow: My heart broke in half when I left home. But romantically, no. I’ve always kept to myself, and the only person I’ve ever been smitten with anyway is Nadia.

Rina: Oh yeah. She wanted to run away with me and stow away on a pirate ship. It all sounded so romantic until I ruined it. I pointed out one very big reason why becoming pirates might be hard. We were five. She cried. Then so did I.

Prima: No more nor less than any other diva in the opera. (Her heart was ripped apart when Lucio went up in flames but she won’t admit that to anyone other than him or Valley)

Ziv: Romantically I’ve had my heart broken three times. Two of those were childhood flings that lasted maybe a season. The third was the fight with Asra when I sent him away while I stayed behind to help find a cure.

Thank you so much for the ask and I am so happy you like the blog! <3

[yesvaldemarharder]

Lucio x Fem! Thicc! Reader

A/N: Now look, I’ve noticed Lucio has a lot of hate these days. Not sure what has been said but if you do tell me. I’m curious. Also, I write mainly female reader and dabble in gender neutral reader.. Don’t be upset (if you’re a guy) if I don’t write male reader.. to be honest it’s like trying to make a clear homosexual guy date a girl. It just doesn’t work out.

I have no problem with male readers I just can’t write them..nor can I write ‘smol’ reader. It’s kinda annoying but that’s a personal problem of mine.

Anyway, my master list for my request on this fandom is at my other account, Yandereinmyguts, if anyone is curious. I will also be post Yandere simulator males x fem reader on this account because the fandom needs... “better written oneshots.” (Sorry..)

Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy! Let’s get to it, if you have a problem find another account to waste your time on.

Rating: Mature

Word Count: Idk but more than two thousand perhaps

Pairing: Lucio x Thicc Reader

EDIT: As much as I love Nadia, Julian, Asra, Muriel, and Portia (if you Request her I can’t do any smut on her..I love her like a friend not a lover) imma have to mainly post for the courtiers cause they got me hooked. They need more oneshots on them.

NON: I haven’t really gotten far in play throughs due to being a poor hoe so don’t come here with any spoilers. I know the characters I just haven’t been playing the game like that.

Don’t come here being salty either because I would gladly fuck all of the courtiers. Don’t kink shame me because that’s also a kink of mine.

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The girl’s (e/c) eye twitched in a clear form of irritation as she sat on the fountain, a rather large book in her (s/c) hands as the water settled calmly. What irritated her was the bright eyes on her from the male sprawled out in front of her, watching her like a cat watched some mouse. With a glare she closed to book quickly with a soft slam before looking down at the ground where the male laid lazily before he started grinning a sharp grin at her.

“Is there something you need Count Lucio...”

She spoke, clear aggravation in her voice. It was one thing for them to be bound to each other, yeah but it was another for him to always stare at her. Those crimson eyes widening in mock surprise as the blonde shot up in a sitting position from his previous laying one in the green lush grass. His golden hand over his chest as he gave a dramatic gasp.

“H-Huh? Why’d you say it like you were annoyed? I’m only trying to appreciate ‘second hand beauty’!”

He countered and for a second she stopped, a slight look of confusion on her face as she stared down from the area she’d been sitting setting the book by her well rounded thigh to which his crimson eyes followed for a split second before looking back to her. The (s/c) girl forced herself not to let out a snarky reply but crossed her arms over her breast instead.

Now the Count’s face was a bit pink as he dropped his hand to his side catching Mercedes and Melchior’s attention for only a second before the precious pups lost interest and went back to running around the large gardens.

“And Count..what do you mean by that?”

She asked with an unimpressed gaze and he simply gave a charming smirk before standing up, his hand on his thigh as he pushed himself up from the grass before dusting off his mainly white suit. With confidence he strides over to her form and seats next to her.

He’s close, close enough to feel her larger thigh against his own smaller but strong one, the coolness of his nearly see-through body mixing with her everlasting warmth. Her (e/c) eyes follow him and each step he takes and he gives a low purr that nearly makes her shiver.

“Well I’m the most best looking man around so you can’t be the first. That’s why you’re the second.”

The girl finally lets out a soft snort uncrossing her arms as she looking away tilting her head in a way where he can get a good look at her strong smooth neck and the tantalizing choker that hugged it. She grabs her book again tooling it in between her careful fingers as she opens it once more, her thumb pressed against the corner of the papers searching for the page she had been on previously ignoring the blonde next to her.

“Count, once again. I am I female so I don’t think that statement makes sense. Thank you though.”

She hums before her eyes widened, a firm hand touches her face, his thumb and pointer finger on her cheeks shocking her with that same electricity she had felt the first time they touched and a shudder ran down her back. With a gentle but persistent pull he turns her head back to him and they’re only centimeters away. His eyes hooded looking at her smooth soft lips as she blushes a bit too darkly.

“Then you’re the cutest woman, how about that? Just look at those eyes and those oh-so soft lips. If I wanted to, would you allow me the pleasure to kiss you?”

He speaks lowly and even though he seems confident she can clearly see the blush on his light cheeks and it almost makes her giggle. However, hearing such words completely threw her for a loop, she knew he watched her but never expected him to act out. Ah, two could play at such a game.

With a hum she pushed his hand away and for a second his flirtatious lips formed a pout which quickly formed into a arch of confusion when she stood up kicking her wedges off into the grass with a dull thud, the jewels on her ankles glistening and jiggling with each step she took as she approached him once more. His body rigid as she playfully ran a painted nail from his naked collarbone up to his chin making him look at her again before planting herself in his lap, the bold action making him jump quite noticeably as she grinned wrapping her arms around his neck.

They’re close, awfully close to the point where her front pressed so firmly against him that she had to put her now naked feet in the fountain, cool water tickling her smooth (s/c) feet, the ankle bracelet around it glistening as water and sunlight clashed causing a beautiful shine.

“What’s wrong Count? Why so shy now? Do you not still want a kiss from these ‘oh-so soft lips’?”

She teased as he started to blush, crimson lacing his cheeks all the way up to his ears. She smiles innocently before leaning in, laying a kiss on the corner of his mouth, just barely missing his slight gaped mouth. Curiously his hands lay against her thighs rubbing them to see the boundaries she most likely had. A stern glare found his face as she wiggled her hips firmly against his making him let out a low growl. His pants were definitely tighter than the were a couple minutes ago.

“I don’t like being teased (y/n).. and yes, I still want to kiss you.”

He spoke quickly breath hitching when soft lips connected with his earlobe nibbling on the sensitive flesh. His arms hugged her now, his normal and metal hand on each of her asscheeks squeezing the large masses loving the shudder she let off. Her warm breath dusted over his skin.

“Just a kiss though? Lucio?”

She purred before a sharp yelp left her lips and a slap wrung in the air for a second. Her ass letting off a ripple as he rubbed the now warmed ass. His clawed hand digging up and under her clothes, under her silky underwear and pinching her flesh as she buried her head in his shoulder. This time he was the one in her ear, voice low and obviously suggestive.

“If you’re offering so willingly, then I’d love to do more. So much more. Are you giving me permission?”

He asked once more before pulling the fabric of the front of her v neck shirt down licking a fine line from her cleavage to her chin making her tilt her head up more as he kissed and nibbles along her skin. Clearly he was getting greedy, his human hand squeezing her thigh once more as his metal one toyed with her asscheek. She couldn’t trust her voice as he rolled his hips, a semi hard bulge rubbing her through her thin pants as she gave a nod finally confirming the permission he wanted.

Her hands moved up to his hair, hands lacing in silky blonde locks tugging lightly as he purred. Their faces were both red, excitement flooding their veins as Lucio forced himself to not take them both back in the cold water behind him. For so long now he wanted her against him, to feel her body against his own and now that he had that he really didn’t want to mess it up. He didn’t Ben care if they did it here, he’d gladly hold her legs as she bounce in his lap or send them both forward to the ground and continue from there, it didn’t matter to him.

No one usually stepped out of the palace at this time anyway.

His real hand moved to the front of her fitted clothes and cupped it causing her to gasp and arch against him, his eyes casting up as she tossed her head back a little.

“L-Lucio~”

She gave a weak moan as his thumb rubbed over her clit. He could feel the heat coming off her right here, he could also notice how damp she felt and for a second he shivered all over. It’s really been so long since he’s done this but he refused to mess this up. Once again he was in her ear now pushing that hand into her clothes, hand twisting to tap her hard nun holding her tightly as she arched and jumped a little in his lap.

“I want to kiss you here too. You’re so wet already do I really excite you that much or are you just really sensitive?”

He hums before a rich chuckle fills her ear.

“It doesn’t matter, I’ll treat you good (y/n).”

He promised before tackling her, a startled yelp leaving her lips when her feet left the water splashing them and when her back hit the ground. Not too hard though as his arms support her, her bright (e/c) eyes stare up into his crimson ones and for a second they simply stay like that. He’s watching her looking for any discomfort and for a second it takes her a while to notice. Then she gives a soft smile reaching up and cupping his cheek to which he flinched at the shock that came from it before he nuzzles her hand, moving his own to hold hers.

He takes her hand kissing along her knuckles before kissing the inside of her wrist as she simply watches him with awe.

“I love you.”

It’s a whisper but it’s firm as well and it catches him off guard completely, he opens his eyes; which he didn’t even noticed he closed to look at her once more. They’re flushed so closed together but he acts like he didn’t hear it.

“W-What? What did you say?”

The girl now blushes looking to her side, the many plants and rays on sunlight filling her vision as she tries to avoid his prying eyes but with him on top of her and so close that’s hard to do. Every time her head moves away from his he follows growing frustrated eventually leaning down biting down on his exposed neck.

“A-ah!”

She yips and he sucks on the wet flesh making the skin turn a different shade, he nips at the flesh as his hands grip the back of her thighs that twitch at the feeling.

“Tell me, (y/n). I just want to hear you say it again. Stop being stubborn..”

He grumbled against her throat and she pouts hands finding his hair again catching his attention immediately, he slowly looks back up and she pulls him into a hard heated kiss. He feels his eyes hood and watches as hers close a light moan leaving his throat as he licks her lips asking for permission and pressing his tongue into her wet mouth the second she opens.

His hands are pulling at her fabrics and she moans into his mouth as she lifts her hips letting he tug them down her thighs. He pulls away slowly, saliva stringing them together as they pant against each other breathless and wet.

“I-I love you.”

She whimpers as he kisses her cheek then her forehead to shush her somewhat. That kiss said everything he needed to know.

He pulled back some more looking down at her thighs freezing when he notices the thigh high stocks she has on along with a silky lace garter belt that hugged her hips a bit too nicely. Lucio suddenly feels his pants tighten a LOT more.

His hands freeze on the spot as his face turns red all over, some would think he’s sick but he’s so flustered and honestly even though she’s blushing too she can’t help but wants to call him cute. To be honest though she had forgot she even had them on, so if he was going to have a malfunction if some sort she’d have to apologize after they finished. (Y/n) tightened her legs around him again and the blonde jerked looking up to her only to see the blushing girl give him a smug smile. He pouted before tugging off her pants tossing them aside not caring where they landed pushing her back down when she tried to bicker about it.

“Stay still, don’t move (y/n). Babygirl.”

He orders and she feels her thighs quiver at his rough tone, for a split second she imagines him in his goat form getting ready to pounce and fuck he open and the thought has her reviving but she keeps it to herself biting her lip. That lip caught in those pearly white teeth as he grunted softly. He strips her before lifting her top showing the frilly lace bra that matches the things below and he’s honestly hasn’t felt so hard. The last time he was this excited was a while ago when he was alive and Nadia decided to top him. However, that is another story which he doesn’t want to think about with (y/n). He wasn’t for Nadia anymore, not like she wanted him anyway.

He reaches before her and pulls the garment out tossing it as well releasing her smooth (b/s) (s/c) breast leaning down to kiss them purring when she arched against his face with a high pitched moan.

With a wet pop he lets go and pulls back once again to open his pants giving a sigh of relief when he’s somewhat free. His underwear is bulging out, the fabric soaking wet with precum that made the girl gulp licking her lips. He pulls down the fabric and literally keens when the female purrs, her foot on his cock. The meaty rod stiff between her toes as he grabs her calv panting heavily as his precum drips down his cock along her toes.

“It’s pretty wide, you’re so excited hum? Want to see how my pussy spreads around it Lucio? Want to stretch me open Count?~”

She grinned and he grabbed her foot roughly pushing it up grabbing her other foot pulling her making her yelp as he pulled her closer. He quickly tears open her belt breaking the lace and straps and for a second she actually worries, sweat gathering over her skin. She was only teasing him...and he’s this riled. She shivers when a cool breeze rushes over her glistening pussy and shivers some more when he moves down to it.

It’s so messy, her natural lubricant dripping down between her lips and her hole twitching in anticipation. Her clit is hard and sensitive to the touch and knowing that Lucio blows a gust of wind over it that has he whimpering. She can even get herself to lean up for a second but when she does she’s on the ground again with a loud cry falling from her lips and her wide hips jerking closing around his head. His mouth closed around her clit, tongue tickling the underside as his golden hand pressed against her hole, juices running down the armor and just the site had him ready to burst.

He groaned, he really wanted to eat her out. However they always had time, he could do it later. Lucio pulled her legs open again and scooted close. (Y/n) lifted her head, (h/c) (h/l) hair messy, cheeks dark red, and skin sweaty and then he sunk into her as she let out a loud keen which he groaned at. His cock surrounded in her tunnel; warm, wet, and tight. Her legs tightened around him again and he leaned down again kissing her his cock pressing deep and rubbing along her cervix.

Every noise she made he swallowed greedily as he started with a slow pace first rolling his hips carefully before quickening his strokes. Soon he couldn’t control himself and nor could she. His hands held hers to the ground pinning them down to the green grass licking their fingers together as his balls slapped against her ass, his mouth all over her. He left hickies everywhere he could and with her mind so flooded with lust she couldn’t tell him where he could and couldn’t put them. He marked up her neck, collarbone, chest, chin and even left a couple behind her ears as she called out for him.

Her legs tight around his hips and bucking against him matching his pace, her juices squirting out all over his cock and pants with each thrust.

She cried out when he abused her g spot, her eyes wide in shock as he stared down at her. His hair hanging in his face, sweat covering the locks and his cheeks pink, eyes dark and bright at the same time as though he was looking deep into her soul as he searched her insides. He really looked like a demon and damn did she love it.

They were making a lot of noise but even if someone came out he wouldn’t stop. He wouldn’t stop showing how much he loved her, how much he wanted her, wanted to be with her. No, if anything he would force himself to go harder to fuck her sloppy trembling pussy open until she creamed so hard it sent her into an alternate universe of some sort.

He watched her, letting out grunts and groans as she shuddered and twitched and finally she let out another cry and wiggled, thighs moving on their on now as they trembled and shook uncontrollably. Her orgasm crashing so hard that he had to quickly pull out and cum on her stomach. She milked him would be another way to say it.

It shocked him and he let out a weak whimper as he cummed, her own dribbled out of her pussy leaking into the ground and with fascination he watched as she moaned softly trying to stop her shaking, grabbing her legs and holding them which only ended up presenting her wrecked pussy to him some more and he watched intensely before licking his lips slowly.

He slowly leaned down and licked a fine line from her asshole, feeling it twitch, to her clit and she jumped so hard that it seemed as though she didn’t want it. It was the overstimulation and as much as she wanted it she just couldn’t at the moment. A shaky hand found his wet hair and she weakly pushed on his head making him glance up at her with a smirk and sharp eyes as she shook her head.

“I-I can’t Lucio, m-my body-mhm~”

She cut herself off with a pitiful moan as he purred against her clit and then bit down on it a little. He then came up kissing her softly pressing his fingers inside her spent fuck hole grinning at the loud cry she let out as his fingers curled pressing firmly against her bladder.

“Shh, kitten. Let me take care of you. Daddy’s got you.~”

And she went quiet shaking, blushing brightly but spreading her legs some more making him blush again but smile as well.

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Sorry if that was a mess, I really needed to post that and I get lazy quickly so it had to be done.

I hope you guys liked it though!

-A

[asras-hat]

It has been a hot second since I posted any real writing here, so get ready, y’all -it’s sad Muriel hours. This is basically my interpretation for how Muriel got the scar on his face. Asra’s point of view. (Kinda long - 1k ish words.)

This is how it is, and how I worry it will always be. Dark and musty tunnels, echoing with the cries of a ravenous crowd. The gazes of the convicted and the executioner sliding across iron bars to meet in the middle, each feeling as trapped as the other. Blood and sweat dripping to the floor as I dart down unseen to patch together the broken pieces of my one and only friend. This is the cycle in which he and I are trapped, each unable to leave for fear of dooming the other.

I couldn’t bring myself to watch, today. I usually find some miniscule amount of solace in knowing that Muriel’s opponent isn’t innocent – he’s fought all sorts of violent criminals – but today was different. Today was purely sport, a broken man pitted against an equally-broken animal for the entertainment of the bloodthirsty crowd and its bloodthirsty ruler.

I hadn’t been able to watch today, but I had been able to listen, and the sounds coming from the arena were enough to churn my stomach. Muriel’s cries of pain and anger still echo in my mind as I slink my way through empty tunnels, praying that he’ll let me talk to him, sit with him, touch him. I can only hope.

When I reach his cell, Muriel is hunched in a corner, his knees drawn to his chest, his back against the wall, and his matted hair covering his face. I grip one of the heavy iron bars isolating him, curling my fingers around the cold metal.

“Muriel,” I whisper. “Muri. I’m here.”

He barely looks up, his gaze averted.

“Can I come in?” I ask. Unable to understand his muttered response, I use my magic to open the locked door and carefully shut it behind me as I disappear into the shadows of his cell. Kneeling beside him, I try to get a good look at his face. There’s blood dripping steadily to the floor, painting the stone red, but I can’t see where it’s coming from.

“I heard you,” I whisper. “I couldn’t come watch, but I listened.”

“I’ve told you not to come,” he growls under his breath. “I don’t want you to see this part of me.”

“And I’ve told you that I need to come,” I counter, allowing the corner of my mouth to rise slightly. “If only so I can see you afterwards.”

He doesn’t respond, so I focus on healing what few parts of him I can.

“You’re bleeding,” I say. “Show me where, so I can help you.”

Grumbling something inaudible, he roughly shoves aside his tangled mane of hair, revealing a deep slash across his cheek. The cut goes all the way through to reveal his teeth, and I have to fight a wave of nausea as I survey the damage. Placing my hand on his face, I let my magic flow through to him, knitting his wound together and leaving behind a starkly-white scar against his sand-speckled skin.

“I’m sorry,” I murmur. “That scar won’t go away.”

“It’s okay,” he sighs, finally releasing the tension built up in his shoulders. “….Thank you.”

“Tell me about what happened,” I request, knowing he won’t want to. After a long moment of silence, he speaks up.

“Lucio didn’t have anyone for me to fight,” he mutters. “So he put me in with a lion.”

I’m silent for a moment, already having known this but not comprehending until this moment. Nobody in this world loves animals more than Muriel does – I know that having to slay an innocent lion must have shattered him.

“I’m so sorry,” I sigh, unsure what else to say. He shrugs.

“I put it out of its misery,” he says. “Lucio hadn’t fed it for a week.”

Despite his words, there’s a heavy guilt in his gaze, and I can tell that in his heart he doesn’t feel like he’d taken mercy on anyone. Not knowing what else to do, I wrap my arms around him and hold him for a long moment, allowing him to rest his newly-healed cheek on my shoulder.

“Please run away with me, Muri,” I whisper. “We can leave this place. We can go where Lucio won’t find us.”

He shakes his head.

“He will find us,” he murmurs. “I have to do this.”

“Don’t talk like that,” I protest. “We can leave. We can find a new home. We can –”

He cuts me off with a frustrated sob that lets me know there’s nothing he’d rather do than run away with me right now. Whatever is stopping him must be important to him, although I can’t understand what it is. For what feels like the thousandth time, I give up on my argument.

“Alright,” I relent. “But please, take this.”

I hand him the linen-wrapped loaf of bread I’d hidden in my scarf, and he takes it reluctantly, roughly wiping his eyes with the back of his shackled wrist.

“You haven’t eaten either,” he says. “You have some, too.”

“I have other food,” I lie, and although I can tell he doesn’t believe me, he takes the bread.

“You should go,” he says after a moment. “Lucio will find out you’re here.”

Although I want to protest, I know he’s right. Getting to my feet, I take one last look at him, curled there on the floor, looking so vulnerable.

“Is there anything else I can do for you?” I ask. Unsurprisingly, he shakes his head.

“I’ll see you next time,” he murmurs, and my eyes involuntarily fill with tears.

“Next time,” I reply, nodding. “I’ll come find you.”

I step back through the cell door, closing it quietly and quickly redoing the lock with the same spell as before. It hurts each time I leave him here, knowing that he’s at the mercy of the merciless, but there’s nothing I can do. Slipping out of the tunnels and out onto the streets of Vesuvia, I quickly blend into the crowd still exiting the Coliseum. Revelers excitedly share the gruesome details of the fight, each more horrific than the last, and I struggle not to break down at the thought of my friend having to participate in all of this.

Someday we’ll be free, I tell myself, although when it will happen is still unknown. Someday we’ll find a place for ourselves, somewhere far from here. But, I realize as I lay eyes on a young boy sporting a pennant flag with the word Scourge sloppily painted on it, that day is not today.

[cela-astral-projection]

Aric/Aedan Vernersson Character Survey

Basic Character Questions

First name? Aric. Psuedoname is Aedan 

Surname? Vernersson 

Middle names? Axel 

Nicknames? Brother 

Date of birth? September 23rd 

Age? Early to mid-twenties (died around his 25th birthday), but he's quite responsible for a young man. 

 Physical / Appearance

Height? 6'3

Weight? 240

Build? Buff but still soft. 

Hair color? Pale yellow/white. 

Hairstyle? Long, thick and wavy hair that is usually pulled back 

Eye color? Silver 

Glasses or contact lenses?: He wears glasses when he has to do a lot of writing or reading for eyestrain, but other than that, he has excellent vision. 

Distinguishing facial features? He's not big on shaving, so he generally has some form of facial hair. 

Which facial feature is most prominent? His jawline. 

Which bodily feature is most prominent? His arms or his monster hands. 

Other distinguishing features? Bright silver eyes. 

Skin? Tawny brown, like his mother's. 

Hands? Ginormous meat hooks. 

Makeup? Not his thing. Lucio made him put on his eyeliner once. It melted in the sun, and he swore it off because it burned his eyes. 

Scars? His hands are a little rough, and he's got a few cuts up his arms, but nothing too pronounced. 

Birthmarks? Some darker brown pigmentation on the back of his arms. Pretty faint. 

Tattoos? He has some sun paintings (one on each pec) reminiscent of the rock art from his village on his chest in a dark sienna color.

Physical handicaps? Bone spurs on his heels, but that's just an annoyance. 

Type of clothes?: It depends on what he's doing. In the palace, he wears grey and charcoal with red and gold accents. When he's just going about his day, he wears lightweight linens in a rainbow of colors. 

What are their feet like? (type of shoes, state of shoes, socks, feet, pristine, dirty, worn, etc.) Like I said, the boy has bone spurs on his heels, so they were already giant monster feet, but that just adds to their length. He takes good care of his feet. He likes high-quality boots and shoes. (Unlike his sister who would go barefoot everywhere.)

Race / Ethnicity?: His father is from Lucio and Morga's tribe, and his mother is one of the southern tribes on the frozen sea. (A/N: for all intents and purposes, I write them as Swedes/Post-Spanish Mission  Chumash Indians because...that's what Kristen (Celeste) and Erik (Aric) are.) 

Are they in good health? Aric was always in generally good health. Until he wasn't... 

Do they have any disabilities? None to speak of. 

(image of Chumash Rock art for tattoo reference) 

Personality

What words or phrases do they overuse? "Yeah, Bud!" 

Are they more optimistic or pessimistic? Optimistic 

Are they introverted or extroverted? Extroverted

Do they ever put on airs? Nope. You won't find a more chill, friendly guy. 

What bad habits do they have? Nail-biting and hair pulling (trichotillomania, but he has to be very, very anxious) 

What makes them laugh out loud?: So many things. And at inappropriate times. 

How do they display affection? Gifts, acts of service. 

How do they want to be seen by others? Reliable, approachable, trustworthy.

Strongest character trait? Seeing the best in others. 

Weakest character trait? Blind loyalty. 

How competitive are they? Very. 

How do they react to praise? He loves hearing praise and being told he's doing a good job. It gives him warm fuzzies. 

How do they react to criticism? He is very open to criticism as long as it's constructive. 

What is their greatest fear? Not being able to save his loved ones. 

What are their biggest secrets? He's an open book. Except for that whole...fake name-Lucio is my cousin thing. (Which he is not terribly good at hiding) 

What is their philosophy of life? How wonderful it is that nobody need wait a single moment before starting to improve the world.

What haunts them? His mother's face when he left home. 

What will they stand up for? Anyone, anytime. 

Are they indoorsy or outdoorsy? Outdoorsy. 

What is their sinful little habit? He wouldn't consider it immoral, but he does indulge in some of the magician's...herbal remedies. 

What sense do they most rely on? Sight. 

How do they treat people better than them? As equals

How do they treat people worse than them? As equals

What do they consider an overrated virtue? Temperance.

If they could change one thing about themselves, what would it be?   Probably would do better to realize that some people just can't be reached, but damned if he doesn't try. 

What is their obsession? Fishing and his dog. 

What are their pet peeves? People that touch his food without permission. Aedan doesn't share food! He will buy your food! NO TOUCH. (Though Celeste will note that he has no compunction about stealing her food.) 

Friends and Family

Is their family big or small? Who does it consist of?: Small. Mama, Papa, Sister, and Him. There is, of course, the extended family and his tribe, but the core group was relatively small. 

What is their perception of a family? Family is the most important thing. 

Do they have siblings? Older or younger?: One sister. Same age. 

Describe their best friend. Bit of a ditz. Funny (though it's unclear if he means to be). Dog lover. Drinking buddy. 

Ideal best friend? Someone not afraid to throw their stuff in a satchel and get lost for a day. Bonfire under the stars. Loves dogs. Not scared of touching fish. 

Do they have any pets? Ebba! Borzoi like M & M but with big brown patches and knows how to mind. 

 Past and Future

What was your character like as a baby? As a child?: He was a happy, inquisitive baby. He was rough and tumble, always on the go. Occasionally he’d scare himself (falling) but he only needed to be told that he was okay and he’d keep on going. 

Did they grow up rich or poor? They had no real need for money unless they were traveling, and then they mostly traded for what they needed.

Did they grow up nurtured or neglected? Nurtured. 

What is the worst thing they did to someone they loved? Left them. Wasn't his idea, though. Still feels terrible.

What are their ambitions? Getting to be free and live his own life. 

What smells remind them of their childhood? Woodfire. Briny seawater. Spice. 

What was their childhood ambition? Be the head of the rowers that went out to the islands. 

What is their best childhood memory? Traveling with dad to the surrounding tribes and making friends with other kids. 

Did they have an imaginary childhood friend? No. He had so many friends he didn't have time for imaginary ones. 

 Love

Do they believe in love at first sight? Maybe? His parents had an arranged marriage, and he thinks that's pretty fine.  He likes getting to know people to make sure that what he's feeling is real. 

How do they behave in a relationship? He's all about making his partner feel cherished and comfortable. He likes to move slow...ish. 

What sort of sex do they have? He's not exactly wild. But, he's open-minded. 

Has your character ever been in love? Sure. 

Have they ever had their heart broken? Nah. If he parts with people, it's amicable. 

 Conflict

How do they respond to a threat? Try to reason. If not, try to subdue with as little injury as possible. 

Are they most likely to fight with their fists or their tongue? Fists, honestly. If it comes to that. Even then, he'd probably just try to wrestle and pin them. 

What is your character's kryptonite? The concept of someone he cares about being hurt. 

If your character could only save one thing from their burning house, what would it be? His dog. Not an object, but things aren't that important. 

How do they perceive strangers? Never met one. 

What are their phobias? Ophidiophobia, so it's probably good that he never really got to know Asra because Faust would have scared him to death. 

What is their choice of weapon? If he had to really fight, he'd use a one-handed battle-ax. 

What living person do they most despise? Valdemar, but living and person are both kinda uncertain terms. 

Have they ever been bullied or teased? No. Even if he was, it wouldn't bother him. 

Where do they go when they're angry? For a walk. 

 Work, Education, and Hobbies

What is their current job? Head guard of the palace. 

What do they think about their current job? Get to hang out with his bud most of the time, so that's pretty neat. Could do with less having to enforce his stupid decrees (which he finds ways around if he can.) 

What are some of their past jobs? Fisherman and hunter. 

What are their hobbies? Fishing, hunting, falconry, reading. 

Educational background? No formal education. Dad taught him how to read and write, but he didn't have much use for either of those skills until he came to Vesuvia. 

Intelligence level? Himbo-lite. 

Do they have any specialist training? Jack of all trades, master of none. 

Do they play a sport? Are they any good? Rowing and wrestling. 

What is their socioeconomic status? Upper class? Lucio pays well. 

 Favorites

What is their favorite animal? Ebba. 

Which animal to they dislike the most? Snakes. 

What place would they most like to visit? He'd like to travel like his dad did before his parents got married, but he's not picky. 

What is the most beautiful thing they've ever seen? Poppy fields! 

What is their favorite song? No Hurry - Zac Brown Band

Music, art, reading preferred? Reading but music is a close second. 

What is their favorite color? Green or blue. 

Favorite food: Grilled stuffed portobello mushrooms with bleu cheese. 

 Possessions

What is in their fridge: Beer, red wine (that hefty stuff that leaves long tendrils when you swirl it. he likes to chew his wine). Meat, cheese, mushrooms, bread, a lot of veggies. 

What is on their bedside table? Reading glasses and a book. 

What is in their pockets? Money. 

What is their most treasured possession? His dog. But calling her a possession feels terrible. 

 Spirituality

Do they believe in the afterlife? Sure. 

What are their religious views? He believes in spiritual guides, and he believes in magic. Though he is sadly more like his father than his mother in that he really can't cast.

Are they superstitious? He's a little 'stitious. 

What would they like to be reincarnated as? A peregrine falcon. 

How would they like to die? Not the way he did, that's for sure. That sucked. 

What is your character's spirit guide? Duckhawk! 

What is their zodiac sign? Libra. 

 Daily life

What are their eating habits? An army marches on their stomach. He always makes sure to have a decent breakfast, lunch, and dinner. 

Do they have any allergies? Just pollen. 

Describe their home. The palace. His room is pretty spartan. Bed, dresser, desk, couple side tables, mirror. 

Are they minimalist or a clutter hoarder? Minimalist. 

What do they do first thing on a weekday morning? Try to get to the bath before everyone else does. 

What do they do on a Sunday afternoon? Nap or go for a hike out in the woods. 

What do they do on a Friday night? Drink with Lou. 

What is the soft drink of choice? If such a thing existed, it would be original Coke. 

What is their alcoholic drink of choice? He's an appreciator of fine whiskey and wine. But, he won't turn his nose up at a good ale or cider. 

 Miscellaneous

What is their character archetype? The hunter. 

Who is their hero? His dad. 

What or who would your character dress up as for Halloween? Thor. 

Are they comfortable with technology? Ehhhh. Not really. He can use it but would rather not. 

If they could save one person, who would it be? He couldn't pick. 

If they could call one person for help, who would it be? Linnea. 

What is their favorite proverb? Friendship is love with understanding. 

What is their greatest extravagance? Gifts. He buys gifts like the world will end tomorrow. 

Do they believe in happy endings? Sure. 

What would they ask a fortune-teller? Am I doing the right thing?

@vesuviasfastestcourier​ Will this help until I can write more Aedan fic? :)

[fictional-soulmates]

heya! could I have an arcana matchup please? i'm a 5'3" female with chin length red-brown hair, athletic build, freckles, and hazel eyes. I'm really not sure so I'll say I'm bi. I'm a virgo, and I'm generally a mediator in conflict, but I'm also very hot headed and loud. I typically care for others above myself, and make sure everyone around me is happy as possible. I like painting, skating, and writing. thank u so much!! (sorry this continually wouldnt send so if I spammed I'm sorry!)

I match you with: NADIA SATRINAVA

Nadia really needs someone like you. Someone that will balance her out, and remind her to just chill every once and a while. She’s so tired of being around such uptight and classy people constantly. She will always upkeep her high class demeanor however, even when she isn’t trying. Nadia just naturally gives off those rich and powerful vibes, although she is humble about it. She also won’t hesitate to spoil you with anything you may want or need. If you even glance at something in a store window, just know that Nadia will inquire almost immediately for a servant to buy it for you. 

Our lovely countess definitely appreciates how bold you can be. As someone that is usually so calm and collected, it’s always so intriguing to her to see you just go off on someone. And plus: Challenge her. She thinks it’s adorable (and probably won’t take it seriously.)

While she’s not very good at it, Nadia admires painting as a hobby. She enjoys most things that involve solitude, patience, and hard work. If you ever offered to paint with her, she would definitely say yes. As I said, she isn’t perfect, but she’s a very quick learner and probably creates masterpieces in no time. And most things that you paint WILL be hung up around the palace, with your permission of course.

As long as you’re okay with it, she prefers it when you tag along with her to important meetings. She only invites you to the ones that she knows won’t be boring, by the way. Not only does she just crave your company, but she likes to hear your input on things. She very much admires and trusts your taste, and often asks for your opinion on simple design related questions, such as the colors of the flowers that will be planted near the fountain, and which painting to hang up in the dining room (and replace Lucio’s ugly one.)

She’s honestly kinda needy. Not so much in a desperate way, but more like she wants to keep you close most of the time. There are moments where she needs to be alone, but ever since she fell in love with you those moments have been few and far between. Since Nadia is still very formal, she doesn’t go for such basic touches. She’ll either keep a hand rested on your shoulder, or if you’re sitting down, on your knee. When in the privacy of her room, she likes holding you and playing with your hair, sometimes styling it in a certain way. 

Nadia’s kisses are HEAVEN. Always so deep, and they have a way of making you feel so very loved.

Such a great and everlasting love. She can be such a busy woman, but she truly cherishes every moment that she can spend with you.

Other possible matches: Muriel, Nazali Satrinava.

[athena1138]

2 and 7 for the oc ask

Ty sweetie

I’m in a weird mood so I’m gonna just do like... a shitton of ocs for both. (I’ll do DA first) 

What are your OC’s food preferences (flavors/textures/spiciness/calories/ when and how they eat) and how did they get that way?

Missella: She’s a simple woman, not overtly gluttonous or anything. She doesn’t need anything overly fancy to be happy, just some hearty stew is fine. But she does really enjoy lots of flavor. It took some getting used to because she’d been in the Circle all her life, but food on the outside is just. Incredible. She can’t get enough. And when she and Zevran start traveling outside of plain-ass Ferelden? Oh shit. Her mind is just. Blown. At the end of the day though, her comfort food is still simple stuff. Give her some bread and soup and she’s more than happy. 

Mireena: Much like Alistair, she’s all about sweets. And cheese. And boy can she pack it away. She has to learn how to reign it in once she’s queen, but it’s not uncommon for her to be walking around with just a smidge of chocolate on her mouth. The only foods she can’t stand are overly spicy things, and her favorite non-dessert food is her father’s meatloaf. 

Belladonna: She’s one of the more reserved in terms of food. She doesn’t eat a lot, and she’s very slow and careful about it. She was raised like a lady, and though she’s forgotten her lessons over the years, she maintains excellent posture and impeccable table manners (aside from stealing Varric’s food and wine.) But she also goes without quite a bit. It’s not uncommon for her to go off of one or fewer meals a day. She frequently sees other things as more important (i.e., training, research, etc.) She’s fondest of fruits. 

Anna: Anna is a big woman with a big appetite. She loves food. Anything and everything, she’s down. She does have quite a bit of self consciousness regarding it, though, because she’s so large. She struggles with it because she loves food and eating but she doesn’t like standing out, doesn’t like what people say about her. It’s easier when she’s not in public. She cooks big meals for everyone before missions, and she randomly goes over to cook for Fenris or invites him to her home. Big meals, sprawling across the table. Legs of meat, racks of ribs, vegetables galore, fruits, breads. It’s enough to make the Vikings weep with joy. 

Alena: She doesn’t eat much, really. Especially after Adamant, when she’s still recovering, she has to be reminded/forced to eat quite frequently. She’s a little pickier, sometimes. She can’t eat anything on the bone, and she doesn’t like combating textures (like nuts in cookies or pasta not cooked through.) Growing up in the Circle (and unliked in the Circle) and then Kirkwall and the Gallows, she’s learned how to subsist on as little as possible, and that just kind of becomes her norm until she begins settling in with Cullen. He had to teach himself how to eat again, so he teaches her how to eat, and they just sort of help each other stay on top of it. She likes sweets best, especially if they have fruit in them. Chocolate covered cherries are p much the greatest thing she’s ever eaten. And cheese. 

Asena: Another big woman with a big appetite, but she’s ridiculously mannerful. She favors meats and vegetables the most, but she also enjoys a good dessert. (She’s an amazing baker and cake decorator.) 

Val (Castlevania): This bitch loves her some spicy food. She doesn’t eat like.. a LOT. But she eats rather frequently. 

Marynn (DND): She loves everything, but tavern food is her favorite (mostly because she grew up in a tavern.) Give her a soft pretzel and some cheese and watch her become the happiest dwarf you’ve ever met. And she eats a lot when she can, but “when she can” is a very flexible phrase which here means “when she remembers.” 

Theni (DND): She’s huge, man. Tall and ripped as shit. Like. She’s a literal goliath. So she has to eat a lot, loads of proteins and carbs. She likes pastas the most, especially with meatballs. 

Darsys (DND): She’s a soft girl. She’s so quiet and gentle. You’d have no idea looking at her that she can and does eat more than her goliath compatriot both in terms of portions and frequency. Anything and everything she can get her hands on, she’s packing it away. (But like. Not in a gross way, like she’s a very polite eater. She just... takes a minute.) Above all else, though, she enjoys a well-put-together salad. 

Ellie (DND): She eats an average amount, really. 2-3 meals a day, not huge portions. She enjoys fluffy bread best. 

Kria (Outer Worlds): Bruh. She eats... so much. Just. So much. And it’s all candy. 90% of her diet is just. Candy. All day every day. You look into her satchel, half of the weight she has is just fucking wrappers. None of the crew has any idea how she’s alive. 

Morgana (Arcana): Bread and cheese man, that’s all it takes. Morgana isn’t a lavish liver by any means. She enjoys fine foods, but it gets to be too much quite frequently which makes her relationship with Lucio a bit strained at times. She’s such a simple woman, it can be ridiculous. Her favorite food is lamb kadai with rice, cooked at a medium-spicy level.

Neoma (Arcana): Nah. She hates eating. She has so many better things to be doing, she’d rather do them. She’ll eat as little as possible as infrequently as possible. It pisses Portia off to no end. The one food she could eat every week would be fried egg sandwiches, but really that’s like.. it. She just. Hates it. 

Caro (Arcana): Caro’s quite sensible. Her idea of “pigging out” is an extra piece of pumpkin bread every now and then. She’s very natural in her meals--just fruits, vegetables, salads. Not a lot of meats. And she eats a decent amount, maybe 3-4 meals a day just because none of what she eats is very hearty. 

Realistically, could your OC (in their normal circumstances- i.e. at thier own house/battlecamp/spaceship etc.) keep a small child alive for a week if they had to?  A Dog?  A Houseplant? A rock with a  smiley face painted on?

Missella: Oh, yeah, definitely. But would she? That’s the question. She’s not a maternal type. Petruchio is about all she can handle, really. 

Mireena: SHE CAN DAMN WELL TRY! Lysander has faired well thus far. Surely a child couldn’t be too different, could it? (She’ll find out because she and Alistair end up having twin daughters the year after Corypheus’s defeat.) 

Belladonna: Eh.. Ye....ah? She’d really... rather not find out. Caliban is it for her. No babies here, no sirree. *cough except for the elf baby they adopt and then their son when she’s 45 cough*

Anna: She’s dope as shit as a mom, are you kidding? She didn’t want to be one, and she’d never really thought about it before because she’s a mage and mages aren’t allowed to have children, but her daughter is the literal cutest. 

Alena: Oh. God no. Just. No. She’s. No. She can barely keep herself alive let alone something else. No. She doesn’t even really take care of the dogs or cats. Cullen does the dogs and the cats just kinda... come and go as they please, so. No. Please don’t make her responsible for something else again she’s so weak and tired. 

Asena: SHE’LL HATE EVERY MOMENT OF IT BUT GIVE HER ALL OF THE THINGS TO TAKE CARE OF AND SHE ABSOFUCKINLUTELY WILL. 

Val (Castlevania): Yeah, she’s alright. She’s not super maternal, but she’d do the job admirably. 

Marynn (DND): *incoherent laughter*

Theni (DND): I mean. In theory? In practice.....

Darsys (DND): Elven children are pretty hard to fuck up anyways, so, probably. She’s far more comfortable with a plant, though. Preferably a succulent. 

Ellie (DND): Please don’t. She’d probably in all honestly even fail at the rock. 

Kria (Outer Worlds): Same as Ellie. Except worse. Because she’d straight up lose the rock.  

Morgana (Arcana): A... a baby? As in... a... small person? Please no. She’s fine with her animals. A baby is.. no. 

Neoma (Arcana): Bruh she can’t even really take care of herself like what kinda shit--

Caro (Arcana): She’s the type of bitch who like. Goes to orphanages and volunteers to like... read to the children and teaches them how to do shit like read and write and makes them toys in her spare time. She’s almost disgustingly maternal, the kind of girl who definitely had a million baby dolls growing up and who once answered the question “What do you want to be when you grow up?” with “A mommy.” She has hella genetic difficulties, though, so she’ll be adopting please. 

[prussian-sxnflower]

well hello there

fairly new to this app - i gave in after finally wanting to see/create more for the Arcana after browsing in Chrome pffft

a little intro ig??

(It’s kinda long so beware)

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to start, i write headcanons, draw comics (sorta), write fanfics, and everything (i guess) between. you guys can ask for whatever, but i promise i won’t disappoint.

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*excerpts*

oneshot: ‘On the Town’ (just some fun sibling time between Ilya/Pasha)

“I don’t understand why we have to be out and about, nobody wants to see my face in town,” Julian deadpanned at his sister momentarily before shifting his gaze toward the window in her small, quaint cottage.

“You don’t have that bad of a reputation, Ilya!” Portia turned and smiled, dusting her silt-covered hands off. “You’d be surprised as to what bizarre things I’ve heard around town, way more bizarre of the murmur of those about you.” The redhead seemed to bouncing zip back and forth, tending to the potted plants by the window and tidying the kitchen - just something to do while she and her fugitive brother talked.

Doubtful, Julian shook his head. “Doctor Devorak, 069. The man who ‘burned’ the Count.” He scoffed and made air quotations with his fingers, blowing facial expression practically out the window. Portia tolled her eyes with a smile - that was her brother, after all.

“Well, the Countess didn’t allow me an extra day off - well, she did, but that’s besides the point - just for us to argue,” Portia cut herself off with a mumble of something Julian couldn’t be too aware to care about. “Let’s go roam, talk more outside. There’s nothing left to tidy up in here!”

The bubbly female grabbed her unusually lanky brother by the forearm and dragged him out the door and on to the small stone path.

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headcanon/s : Julian

•Julian practicies writing for no exact reason - he just loves to sit down with a pen and some paper and write for hours.

•although his handwriting hasn’t gotten much if any better within the years, the doctor is quite quick with writing things on the spot. need to write something now? he’s the guy to go to for a quick excerpt and will let you build off of his idea - unless, of course, you’re stuck. he’s more than willing to help you.

•Julian, much like his sister, enjoys taking baths/bathing with someone close to him. although he doesn’t draw a bath as much as he’d like to, and still bathes regularly, he enjoys to sit down in a bath (with a BUNCH of bubbles) from time to time.

•Julian isn’t much of a morning person, and would much rather sit sit in bed with his s/o

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headcanon/s: Asra

•this man loves the rain. between Vesuvia and his own oasis, he doesn’t experience much rain anymore. so whenever it does, he’ll drag MC and Faust out back and will just stand there and stare up at the clouds. it’s like a little kid dancing in the snow, but it’s humid and rainy.

•his nails are uneven from constantly chewing on them. he tries not to, and for the most part his nails are still long (unlike julian cough cough) but he’s definitely not concerned about how his hands look.

•Asra plays with Faust whenever MC isn’t there/napping/not really doing anything with his snake. like playing as in will talk to her (for stimulation), have her wrapped around his shoulders, and will tip toe around the shop and hide things for Faust to find. (best snake dad)

•Asra loves reading, but doesn’t have much time to do so. It’s something that also tied his past bond with Julian. Any form of literature, he’s down.

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headcanon/s: Nadia

•i have a slight feeling Nadia naturally paints her lips instead of using cosmetics. Like strawberries, cherries, raspberries, etc.

•similar to Julian, Nadia is not quite a morning person, hence her love for coffee.

•Nadia isn’t too fond of bubbles in her bath, but agrees to a few for decency purposes. never know when someone (cOugh Portia) is just gonna come in and bother you.

•when Nadia gets angry, the entire room seems to envelop in red - slowly - before she finally breaks. There had been times when she’s argue with Lucio before his death and she’d snap so hard at the Count he’d actually quiver for a good second or two. But don’t let this fool you, Nadia isn’t fond of getting upset.

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headcanon/s: Portia

•despite loving having people mess with her hair, she isn’t fond of having her hair brushed. She finds it a tad bit more painful than she’d like. Plus it makes her hair frizzy and she only brushes it whenever she’s about to take a shower.

•Portia used to hate it when people tease her about her height, as most short people do (rather, ‘vertically challenged’) but grew to love it as she got older.

•the girl loves coffee almost as much as her brother and the Countess, but forgets to buy more coffee beans in the market and more or so relies on teas to keep her energy going in the afternoon.

•also likes to practice writing, but more or so does it for the purpose of tweaking her handwriting.

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headcanon/s: Muriel

•he’s too much of a night owl. it’s almost unhealthy. like, he’ll stay up even after Inanna’s fallen asleep. he never seems to be too tired, though

•the guy is a tough nut to crack, and even if you do, he’s still not used to being lovey-dovey. he has his own ways to show affection, albeit a bit strange.

•Muriel practices archery - like, he has to. there must be trees he uses for target practice on the days Inanna is ill/too tired to hunt. he cares for his doggo uwu

•he’s not fond at all of loud noises, although used to thunder. it’s more of an anxiety factor, but is more than capable of getting over it himself.

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headcanon/s: Lucio

•despite his ‘rough and tough guy, greater than everyone’ persona, he’s a bit shy about MC / his s/o touching or talking about his prosthetic. he’s almost embarrassed but for no particular reason - he lost it in war, done and done. maybe because saying he has a ‘stump’ instead of a ‘prosthetic’ is a lot more pathetic than most think about.

•he’s a jack of all trades when it comes to drinking- he’s had multiple wines and liquors. of course, he has his favourite, but that has nothing to do with getting drunk. some days he’ll tolerate other alcoholic beverages, and on those days are the days he gets the most sloshed. other days he’s pretty good with holding his alcohol.

•yeah, he’s a big dick - we all know that - but that nonetheless doesn’t mean he doesn’t care for MC any less. he just has a very, VERY difficult time expressing how he feels for people other than himself.

•he’s a big music fiend. before he was such a big asshole (and before he lost his arm), he used to play the flute/ some other instrument, even sing, along with Nadia as she played her organ.

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hope you enjoyed, and remember that you can request anything!