#lake and lucio

[seeminglyseph]

Man idk. Another wip tonight but it does resemble more a polished drawing than many of the last ones…

Like honestly Lake partially got top surgery for dysphoria reasons, but also because after like 25 big tits are just heavy and uncomfortable. When I don’t gotta carry them they are very fun to draw, so I am giving myself a treat in the form of some like solid H cups…

[graphicpolicy]

Lake Como Comic Art Festival Reveals the Next Wave of 2024 Guests and Announces Tickets On Sale Now

Lake Como Comic Art Festival Reveals the Next Wave of 2024 Guests and Announces Tickets On Sale Now #lcaf #lcaf2024

The Lake Como Comic Art Festival has announced the next wave of 2024 guests which includes Lucio Parillo, Jim Cheung, Terry Dodson, Carla Cohen, E.M. Gist, and Julian Tedesco and debut three Mattiniero Ticket Packages—Mattiniero is Italian for “earlybird” and all packages feature special earlybird pricing. Tickets are available now at lccaf.com. The Lake Como Comic Art Festival is offering a 2…

[spilladabalia]

Lucio Battisti / Alejandro Agresti

[haruhar-u]

Haru’s winter 2023 event (open)

Fandoms I will write for: Twst and The Arcana (minus Lucio for personal reasons)

Once a prompt has been requested I will cross it out

please specify romantic or platonic and wether reader is saying the prompt or character (or if you want me to choose)

It's cold in here! Can you warm me up please?"

"Let’s just stay in here, where it’s warm."

“Please get off the lake-the ice is too thin to skate on and I don’t want to have to jump in after you.”

“You started this snowball fight, and now I have to finish it.”

“Is that my scarf?"

“Come sit by the fireplace with me.”

"If I freeze to death, I’m blaming you.”

“I guess we’re stuck here until the snow dies down.”

“I can’t believe I got sick.”

“I hate the cold so much.”

“You look so beautiful in the snow.”

"How are you not cold?!”

"Don’t you dare throw that snowball.”

"Oh, you’re so warm, don’t ever let go of me.”

"You can’t go outside in this weather.”

“I’m freezing my ass off.”

"Your lips look cold, want me to warm them up for you?"

"You have snowflakes in your hair."

"I know it’s winter, but you don’t have to act so cold!"

"It’s so cold, but you’re so warm."

"You know, I’ve never seen snow before."

"But seriously, do you want to build a snowman?"

"There’s space for you by the fire, come sit."

"Winter is coming / winter is here."

"Are you warm enough?"

"Did you know that icicles make the perfect murder weapon?"

"I’m catching snowflakes with my tongue, what’s it look like I’m doing?"

"I like it out here. It’s peaceful."

"You’re like my own personal space heater."

"If you don’t have gloves, you can just hold my hand."

"If I slip on the ice, it’s totally your fault."

"Behold! The perfect snowball."

"Let’s just stay in and watch the snow."

"I’m cold, can we cuddle?"

"Holy shit, your hands are freezing!"

"There. Now your snow angel has a friend."

"What should we name our snowman?"

"Being stuck inside with you all day is my worst nightmare."

"Sorry! I didn’t mean to throw that snowball so hard."

"Come here, let me warm you up."

"Either you cuddle me, or stop hogging all the blankets."

"Winter is for hibernating. I’m going back to sleep."

prompts from

Tagging people on all tag lists: @xen-blank @rosehxnt @edith-is-apparently-a-cat @the-banana-0verlord @krenenbaker @whspermy-name @cheezy-moon

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

The Arcana Mini-HCs: How the M6 adventure at midnight (Vesuvia Weekly)

Julian: truthfully, falling asleep before midnight is highly unlikely for this sleep-deprived doctor. midnight adventures consist of you crashing his study when you can't sleep to try to win him back to bed, and somehow winding up exploring the aqueducts together with a picnic basket of some cheap wine, cheese, and leftover bread

Asra: midnight is one of the few consistent parts of their schedule, being the moment when they pop awake with the munchies. and hey, if you're awake, why don't you join him? and if you're eating together, why not do it somewhere interesting? like the roof? or the Palace's roof? or floating in the middle of a lake full of the star's reflections?

Nadia: midnight is for sneaking out. as a child, it was always the hour that little children ran away from home, and as such, she believes it's the only appropriate one to make serious mischief during. you want to sneak into the field beyond the garden and set off the firework prototypes you built together? she'll put it in her planner for midnight

Muriel: he's asleep. no, seriously, he is out. he might wake up briefly if you need him for something practical, but he does not enjoy adrenaline or that feeling of being almost-in-trouble or venturing into the unknown. unless it's because the forest is doing something special. the will-o-wisps are having a ball? he might watch. a little.

Portia: this depends on three things: first, how tired she is from the day she just had, second, what she's staying up this late for, and third, what time tomorrow she has to be awake. if her energy cycles align, then you're on. she's packing a bag and going back into the catacombs to do some thousand-year-old dumpster diving, let's go!

Lucio: with life as it is right now, what part of it isn't an adventure? in this case, it looks like Lucio in an especially playful mood, you in an especially enabling mood, the dogs off chasing some poor rodent where they can't stop either of you, a tree, the pieces of his metal arm, an empty cookie jar, and an old cheesy romance novel. 'nuff said

[a-star-aquarium]

Astarium The Magician

Astarium Odeliah Lonn

Nicknames

Asta - commonly referred to this by everyone, and was a nickname Asra gave them

Little leaf, given by Muriel but asra also calls them this at time

Gem, of course, by Lucio as a way of annoying them (they consider it degrading because their lack of wealth in life, they call him 'Puella defututa' which roughly translates to "worn-out whore" in latin)

Sweets, by Portia (They call her ginger snaps in return because they claim she tastes like them)

Star by Nadia 

Dove by Julian (They claim their more akin to a pigeon or an owl, but Julian thought dove fit better with his crow like description)

All of these can be used by anyone but its just what the main 6 refers to them as

Birthday: December 17th

Height: 5′8

Age: 23-26 (they have no specific age)

Gender : Nonbinary (they/them/it/its)

Sexuality: Queer

Astrology: Sun Sagittarius, Rising Leo, Moon Cancer

Patron Arcana: The fool

UPRIGHT: Beginnings, innocence, spontaneity, a free spirit

REVERSED: Holding back, recklessness, risk-taking

Family-Relationships-Friendships :

Asra Alnazer  - Best friend, Lover in Asra’s route, They also own the shop together

Marium, They/she - Deceased, Asta’s mother figure, and bio mom

Larik, He/They- Deceased, Asta’s bio dad

Terra, she/her  - Asta’s aunt, (previously mentioned to be known by atlas)

Zadem, He/Him - Living though he is missing, Asta’s Father Figure

Familiar: Gylfie a Barn owl

Favorites

Favorite Food: Pumpkin Bread {their unoriginal and they know it, but its delicious}

Favorite Drink: Chamomile Tea

Favorite Flower or Plant: Lavender and Rosemary (also cause they love using the seasoning rosemary)

Abilities:

Their magic is prized on their astrological understanding, it’s an odd form of light, not exactly like fire, but more like the essence that makes stars twinkle and shine.

They play the Harp, the only reason you won’t see them do so is their magic begins to spiral when they do so. 

can sew and make clothing 

Was a bit of a scholar, so they know a lot and will info dump. Specifically, they know various languages, like latin and gaelic

Background/Other Info:

grew up primarily loved by their bio parents, up until the age of 11, where their bio father dies, and Zadem comes in to take care of Marium, who later dies of an illness cause seemingly caused by their depression (or at least, that’s what their doctor says)

Asta, due to the recent deaths of their parents, runs away to Vesuvia. But they stay in contact with Zadem, through letters

Meets asra at the age of 13, and the story goes on the canonical route

Fun fact: They're family is very mixed, but their father's side is very Irish!----And yes, they absolutely gained the accent

Character HCs & History:

Astarium, also known as Asta, grew up in prakra; they primarily lived directly next to star lakes. Their parents primarily worked with astrology and water magic, but Asta gained a talent for combining the two. When exhausted, their face lights up like little stars, however, despite its beautiful effect, when touched they can give burns.  Asta grew up loved by their parents, when sick, Asta gained a special way of healing them, but, when the diseases had caught up to their ‘father’, Larik, their healing power was not enough, and they lost them the next year. Asta’s mother, despite being strong winded and determined when faced with Larik’s illness, Marium gains ill when he passes, not being able to handle it. Zadem, previously just a friend, immediately rushes to take care of Marium and Asta. Asta, just being an 11 year old child, can’t mentally cope and runs away due to the fear of abandonment, worrying both Zadem and their mother will die. Asta, meets asra at 15 and primarily stays with him until the canon events of the game, but unlike the canon events, asta doesn’t die from the plague for a while and runs back to prakra to attempt to find Zadem. They die over a year later, right about the time Lucio dies himself. Asra, being mistaken and thinking asta was dead, revives them right after they die, causing them to not only remember most of the events, but hate him for his primary relationship with julian that occurs. But this hatred generally fuels down considering in canon they get with either Julian or Asra. Though, while remembering the events of being left for dead, asta still can’t function properly and needs help remembering basic things, (talking, walking, writing, etc.) Asta, about 4 years (the year right after they take back the fool’s body against lucio) Asta gets in a major fight with Asra revealing they knew exactly what Julian and him had done and now they wish they would’ve stayed in their grave. Unlike the canonical MC, Asta hated being revived, they feel empty like they’re missing a part of themself and they don’t know how to properly be themselves anymore. Asta travels back to Zadith as an attempt to find a home ground. They commonly can be found stealing basic food and they have a bad habit of running into pirates.

Bad habit of biting their tongue when their upset, it’s made them bleed before and they never stop themself in time

Little picky with food, they feel bad so they won’t say so but you might find the food in the garbage later

Expresses most their feelings with magic, their not necessarily, good at using words, so they feel better showing it with their magic

Can heal and create shields from their magic, in canon during asra’s route they do learn how to make weapons with it

When angry, they have a tendency to lose control a bit, hope you can dodge cause they will throw stars at yours ass

They’ve never grown to know the full extent of their magic, while still be young, they don’t completely know how they work

Has a LOT of enemies,when they were younger, they stole A LOT, harbering the stuff so they could pay for food.

They’re quite sneaky.

Sometimes makes deals with pirates to get rides, no matter if it puts them in danger

Style preference / Clothing: 

Tattoos they'd likely have:

One key one that's lore accurate is the anatomical heart they have with the words "till death do us part" underneath their chest. Even though Astarium gains Asra's heart in return for life once again, its not of their own doing or consent, therefore the ink that might've bound their relationship seems to have sufficed; Death had parted them, and for Astarium, that was permanent. {unless they get with them later on depending on the storyline, but still, point made}

Asta is shipped with all the Main 6, and other of the side characters, such as Selasi (love bread man), Nahara, nafizah, and nazali

Considering they are queer, they are open to any pairing, not limited by age gaps either, they don't have a problem with dating someone older. (yes, please I beg of you, if you would like to ship them with a character of yours---arcana universe or not---please just ask)

Playlist:

Others Art of Astarium:

Both are them with @sad-arcana-au's Vee <3

Any other info for Astarium should remain under the tag #astariumthemagician, and always, feel free to send an ask about them at anytime!

[mysticbeaver]

randomly asking cuz im curious lmao but what kind of music are you into? what are your favorite artists and songs? from what i've seen you're mostly into classic rock, right? (which btw the classic rock to eene pipeline is really funny and quite fascinating but that's another story.)

Oh I'm glad you asked!!! Boy now I can go on a rant 😁

Ok, I'm one of those folks who have a hard time explaining what kind of music I listen to... classic rock was definitely my upbringing since I was a child - like the Who, Led Zep, AC/DC (I feel slightly embarassed by that nowadays, sorry AC/DC fans 😅 good memories tho).

As a teen I started going into 70s progressive rock, especially King Crimson, which I consider my favorite band ever for the simple fact I've been able to stomach pretty much everything they ever put out, even the most self-indulgent and tough to listen stuff (the "ProjeKcts"). I also fell in love with some art-pop (Peter Gabriel, David Sylvian) and generally got more adventurous and tried to slowly discover other artists (but always unabashedly behind the times haha). I went through a Bowie phase, tbf I still don't think I truly "get" Bowie lol, but one of his most interesting albums to me is Outside, probably the weirdest thing he's ever done. I also got into some electronic stuff, Tangerine Dream, Yello (two funny looking swiss guys, you might be familiar with that meme song Oh Yeah lmao). I'm also extremely familiar with Tom Waits... (I'll mention Captain Beefheart since we're at it) I've delved into jazz here and there, Pat Metheny is the first thing that comes to mind, but I'm pathetically ignorant on the genre.

The latest artist I went through a phase and now consider one of my favorites is the band Talk Talk. Their short history is mindblowing, they went from "80s one-hit-wonder pop band" to making music completely out of its time. The Color Of Spring is the best 80s-pop-album-that-doesn't-sound-80s I've ever heard, and Spirit Of Eden is... something, lmao. That album and their last one, Laughing Stock were apparently very influential on later artists in the 90s and onwards, and are now considered masterpieces despite not selling very well at the time. The enigmatic band leader Mark Hollis eventually took the genius decision to... retire (gasp) and disappear from public view for the rest of his life (I think some "artists" out there could learn a lesson from that 🤐)

John Martyn's album One World is another recent favorite, a folk rock guitarist who got kinda trippy/experimental and recorded an album by a small lake, sometimes recording the sound of the speakers in the distance... there's a beautiful track on there called Small Hours where you can even faintly hear the geese.

Finally I want to mention two historical italian artists I'm familiar with - Franco Battiato and Lucio Battisti. I've always shunned music from my country when I was younger, but I'm trying to make up for it, and those two really captivated me (although if you grew up in Italy you can't escape hearing Battisti's more famous hit songs, also apparently Bowie was a big fan, so I've read...)

All of this is just the tip of the iceberg, what came to my head right now. Btw, I wanna know what the "classic rock to eene pipeline" is haha

[love-d-villains]

Three ghosts after Lucio's real death get together (two of them have been eaten by demons in their universe). They can't talk normally (like Morga's ghost), but they can communicate with each other without obstacles.

Stabbed in the chest and lost his left arm (again)

Divided by the demons

Be eaten by the demons in the lake

[dio-the-thot-exterminator]

Can I have a list of some of your favorite obscure horror movies so I can watch them at some point?

Of course! hehe not sure how obscure these films actually are, but I like them, and people don’t talk about them enough 😞

Housebound (2014) [so fun, so silly!]

Die Säge des Todes (1981)

Ticks (1993) [YEEEAH buggies]

Starry Eyes (2014) [god tier blood, grime, and UNEASE]

The Suckling (1990) [yummy creature design]

Broken (2006)

The Initiation of Sarah (1978)

The Beast Within (1982)

Terror Train (1980) [i like miss jamie <3]

The Premonition (1976)

The Unborn (1991)

Squirm (1976) [more bugs! cute lil worms]

Don't Go In The House (1979)

Satan’s Little Helper (2004)

Prophecy (1979)

We Are What We Are (2013)

Don’t Go Into The Woods (1981)

Graduation Day (1981)

The Incredible Melting Man (1977)

Jason X (2001) [This movie is solid! Everyone’s such a hater 😡]

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Oh! Then I have some films that are more popular.

The Brood (1979)

Tokyo Gore Police (2008) [mouth watering practical effects!!!]

A Reflection Of Fear (1973)

Trouble Every Day (2001) [This actress man, just WOW]

Repulsion (1965)

Pieces (1982)

Triangle (2009)

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Now I wouldn't call these obscure but i like them so much, and any chance I get, I will tell people to watch them 🥺🥺

Possession (1981) [One of my favourite movies of all time! The story, the acting, the effects UGH. Gagged me for sure.]

Dead Alive/Braindead (1992) [Honestly up there with Possession. So good but in a completely different way. It’s high camp, high gore, and it felt like i was high while watching it]

Lake Mungo (2008) [A movie that actually scared me while i was watching it, and stuck with me for a good week. Triggered my fight or flight like no other. rawr]

No One Lives (2012) [This would run all the time when I had cable. And I'd sit and watch it every time this came on. There are...certain scenes that are just burned into my mind]

The Cell (2000) [I don’t even know what to say. The visuals in this movie are just SO GOOD. I want to tongue kiss the entire art direction team. The costumes, the cinematography, it’s so creative and so lovely]

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I have to give a mini shout out to Lucio Fulci, he is my favourite director. Period. If you’re interested in his movies [some focus on zombie, slasher, Giallo] his Gates of Hell Trilogy is always a good start!

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Ah alright now onto production companies [yay? Woohoooo??]

Troma. Fucking Troma, a lot of the movies they make are gross, stupid and cheap. So if you want something that’s absurd but still strangely entertaining. I’d recommend looking through their catalog of movies, picking a random one and seeing what happens.

Full Moon Features <3 If you want some film series, I’d recommend Puppet Master and Subspecies! [I’ve seen every Subspecies]. Full Moon has a lot of killer doll and toy films. But they do branch out. Castle Freak kinda wild though.

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Ok i'm done now.

If you have any movie recs for me, send them my way :D

[thrashunderpressure]

2, 3 , 14, 15, 21, 22, 26 for film asks :3

2 A movie you think is underrated

Intruder, The Stepfather 1987, Mirror Mirror, The Faculty, Office Space, Opera, Bloodletting 1997, Trick or Treat 1986 , Empire Records, Psycho Beach Party

3 A movie you think is overrated

Twelve Monkeys had some terrible hospital scenes, I find many rom coms creepy and disturbing (Sleepless in Seattle)

14 A movie made better by the ending

First Terminator ending sequence with fire and hydraulic press is really satisfying

15 A movie ruined by the ending

I love The Breakfast Club, but this "glow up" is a crime. Also Maxxxine, I am a huge fan of this trilogy, but the ending was mid

21 A director you think is underrated

Lucio Fulci

22 A director you think is overrated

Tobe Hooper (?)

26 Your least favourite movie

Blood Lake

[mortemoppetere]

TIMING: june 27, 2021. LOCATION: oaxaca, mexico. SUMMARY: two years ago, emilio cortez stabbed his uncle in the gut. he probably should have made sure he was dead. CONTENT WARNINGS: mentions of sibling death, parental death, and child death, implications of suicidal ideation

Everything had a sort of haze over it; a mist invisible to everyone but him, a quiet something that no one else could see. There were people screaming, people running. There was blood on the streets, bodies staring up with empty eyes, but it was all distant, somehow. It felt like he was floating just above it, like it was happening to someone else while he watched. Even the pain in his ruined leg was a thing he felt detached from now. He could see it, mangled and useless, but the body it was attached to no longer felt like his. Nothing really did.

His hands trembled anyway, and there was something almost comical about it. His hands weren’t his hands, but they still shook like they were. His eyes weren’t his eyes, but they still darted to the familiar faces staring up at nothing. There was his neighbor, the one who avoided eye contact when he went outside for reasons he didn’t understand. There was Rosa, stiller than he’d ever seen her. There was his mother, scattered in pieces across the street. 

He hadn’t understood it at first. Not the massacre — he was well versed enough in violence to always comprehend it when it was shown to him — but the how of it all. How the clan had such intimate knowledge of their comings and goings, how they’d known the right time to attack and the order in which to hit. How they’d figured out which were the biggest threats and neutralized those first, how they’d known how many people were in which houses. It hadn’t clicked until one of the vampires let it slip, until Emilio’s stake was driven home a moment after the damning words left the monster’s lips.

He said you wouldn’t be a problem. 

It had been like a bucket of ice water poured atop his head, like a river rising up around him. He’d never much liked to swim. He knew how, of course — a weapon that could be defeated as easily as being tossed into a lake was no weapon worth having at all — but he’d never enjoyed it. Maybe it was because of the way he’d been taught, because it was hard to find enjoyment in water rushing around you when the first time you’d experienced it had been being tossed into the middle of a rushing river with expectations of either swimming or drowning acting as either a life raft or a cinderblock tied to your ankle. Maybe he just wasn’t the sort of man who enjoyed much of anything. Either way, the feeling of water rushing in only ever brought a sense of dread with it. It made the metaphor work a little better, in any case.

The vampires knew too much, and they knew because someone had told them. Someone had told them, and he’d mentioned Emilio with enough specificity for him to be recognizable, somehow. The list of people it could have been was short — two names, really, since Rhett had been out of town for a while now. It was Edgar or it was Lucio. It was his brother or it was his uncle. And he’d seen Edgar already, dead-eyed and motionless in the yard outside their mother’s house. There was no reason to kill your inside man before the war was finished. There was no reason to build a dam in the river of information when it was still useful.

Lucio, then. Lucio had worked with them. He had told them where to go and what to do. He had given them everything they needed, and for what? For power? Had he been jealous that his sister was the respected slayer carrying on the family name while he was the spare? Had he resented her for it? And her children? And her children’s —

He stumbled. His leg wasn’t holding weight at all now, wasn’t even helping him balance much. It was just there, a decorative fixture that wasn’t even very pretty to look at. Bloodied and twisted and already so swollen. He didn’t know what was wrong with it, didn’t know the exact injury that had been sustained; he didn’t think it would matter much in the long run. He was going to die here, after all. The rest of him would match the ruined leg soon.

But there were things he wanted to do first.

He made his way to the center of town, scanning the bodies as he passed. Someone called out for help, called for him by name; he kept moving. Their voice cut off in the middle of a scream, and he tried not to flinch. There was nothing to be done, he thought. Everyone here was already dead, even if their hearts were still beating. Everyone. Him, too.

“Milio!” This time, the sound of his name made him pause. Not because he thought he could help, but because of the voice that was saying it. “Milio! Oh, gracias a Dios.” He stood still as footsteps approached. A hand found his shoulder, a head ducked to meet his eyes. 

Lucio looked untouched by all of it. There was blood on his clothes, but Emilio could tell by the way he stood that none of it was his. How had it gotten there, he wondered? Had he done some of the dirty work himself? He thought of his wife and daughter, of the twisted bodies he’d left on the floor of his living room. Did it matter if the blood on Lucio’s clothes was from trying to save a life or helping to end one? His deeds were written out in plaintext all the same, spelled in simple letters in each of the bodies strewn throughout town. He might as well have signed his name on it.

“What…” His voice was hoarse. It didn’t sound like his anymore. His throat ached, and it occurred to him that he must have been screaming at some point, but he couldn’t remember when. “What the fuck.” He shoved Lucio back, shrugged out from under the hand on his shoulder. He saw his uncle’s expression shift. Relief to dread. 

“Emilio,” he said quietly. “Please. You have to let me explain. I’m sorry, I didn’t —”

“Sorry?” Emilio cut him off with a sharp laugh. “You’re sorry? Is that what you are?”

“Mijo…”

“No,” he snapped. “No. You’re sorry? You did this! You are the reason this is happening! You — you fed them information, you gave them everything they needed. Your sister is in pieces, and you’re sorry? My neighbors, my friends, everyone is dead. And you’re sorry? My daughter —” He broke off, nausea tugging at his gut. An expression of shock and grief crossed over his uncle’s face; Emilio almost believed it was genuine.

“No,” Lucio mumbled. “No, I don’t — Flora?”

“Is dead,” Emilio spat. “Flora is dead. Because of you. Because you did this!” He held up his hands. There was blood on them, so thick it almost looked like he was wearing red gloves. “This is my daughter’s blood,” he said, shaking his trembling hands. Some of the blood shook off, landed on Lucio’s face. He made no move to wipe it away. “My wife’s. I saw them. I held their — They are gone. Because of you. And you’re sorry? You think this means anything to me? You think I care about sorry?” 

“Emilio…” 

Lucio took a step forward, and the knife was in Emilio’s hand before he registered the thought to go for it. It was an instinctive motion, a thoughtless thing. One moment he stood, shaking bloodied hands in his uncle’s face and screaming his grief into rage. The next, those hands were wrapped around the hilt of a knife, and the blade was vanishing into Lucio’s gut. The look of shock on his uncle’s face must have matched the one Emilio sported on his own. Emilio let go of the knife, shoving backwards. Lucio stumbled and fell. 

(Around them, the battle continued as if nothing had happened at all. Didn’t they know the world had just shifted on its axis? Didn’t they realize that Emilio had just shoved a blade into the gut of the only father he’d ever known? Didn’t they understand that everything was different now?)

Lucio let out a small, choked sound, and Emilio kicked out without meaning to, foot hitting the side of his uncle’s leg. I should have done this sooner, he realized. I wish I’d killed him sooner. None of this would be happening if he had, would it? Lucio would be dead, but Flora wouldn’t. That was a trade that was more than fair, all things considered. 

He was trying to say something. Emilio could see his mouth moving around the words. He took a step back, refusing to look in a way that was almost childish. No one would ever know Juliana’s last words, or Edgar’s, or Rosa’s, or Jaime’s, or Flora’s. They were all lost now, swallowed up by the silence surrounding their corpses. And it was Lucio’s fault it had happened, so no one would know his last words, either. He didn’t get that. He didn’t get to have it.

“You take your sorry,” Emilio said lowly, “and you carry it with you to Hell. And when I see you there, we’ll do this again. I’m only sorry that I could kill you just the once.” 

It was difficult to turn, ruined leg and all, but he did it anyway. He ignored the pain, ignored the choked sounds of his dying uncle, ignored the weight of the blood drying beneath his nails. His body wasn’t his body, so none of it mattered, anyway. None of it ever would again. 

Turning to the trees, he began the slow process of dragging himself into the woods. Lucio would die alone, and so would Emilio. He’d make sure of it.

 It was something they both deserved.

[seeminglyseph]

Lucio is beginning to have a face but at some point I have to go to the eye doctor today and my ADHD has turned on ‘waiting’ so like... tomorrow’s another day?

[colemorrison]

We watch the sunrise..

I won’t name anybody but a moot is making the boombox brain rot come back.

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Lucio laughed as he began to fall, pulling Junkrat with him, they rolled down the hill and laughed. They were free, Overwatch gave them the go for a break, how would they spend it?

“We could get ice cream!”

Junkrat didn’t respond, he just held the musician as tight as he could, he knew they were rolling straight toward the lake. They were free, no ones to stop them from having fun.

“Oh shit! You better not pull me under!”

Lucio yelled plugging his nose as they fell straight into the water, as soon as he was above the cool water he was laughing. Junkrat gazed at his boyfriend and smiled, how could he have found someone so pretty.

“Take ya’re hair down, please Luc.”

The junker loved his boyfriend and oh when his hair was down, Lucio had to be some sort of god, no way someone could just look so beautiful all the time.

“You better give me a piggy back ride. We’ve ruined our shoes.”

Jamison didn’t answer, continuing to stare at the other before he listened to his brain and splashed his boyfriend. That noise quickly filled Junkrat’s ears again, his lovers laugh, his favourite noise. It sounded even better than explosions did now, who had he become?

“You sure are quiet, something on your mind?”

“Nothin’ wrong, just.. Ya’re so pretty.”

Lucio smiled, blush covering his cheeks, God he was like some lovesick teenager.

“I love you Jamie.”

“I love ya Luc.”

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@stupidflux enjoy <3

[luasworkshop]

Apprenticember - Day 31

“Name another mc you read about and enjoyed! Shout out your favorite mc!”

I’m just gonna go ahead and use this to shout a bunch of OCs I like - whether or not they participated, if you like what I do, you’ll probably like them too!

 @fullyfunctionalapprentice - Aleis; Lua’s spouse and the Arcana MC belonging to my husband!  Aleis is a calmer and weirder counterpoint to Lua, and they make a solid pair.

@the-iron-orchid - Jinana; chaotic, compelling, clever, and kind, hir ongoing Arcana re-telling is wonderfully written and a delight to get caught up in!

@vesuvian-disaster - Heron; you can’t have primordial chaos (Jinana) without primordial order.  They are a set!  Do not separate them!

@bottomvalerius - Donna; for all we have fun here, Donna is goin’ through it (tm) and is definitely an MC who deserves a look.

@foxfirefallout - Ell; speaking of going through it, but they get through.

@jellyfish-and-therapy - Franquelin; Glad to finally have this blorbo to add to the fold.

@sharp-fawngz - Ia; Wizard shenanigans are best shenanigans.

@arsenicxarcana​ - Arsenic; actually knows how to write Lucio.  This is high praise.

@misery-lake - Misery; MUST LOVE WORMS.

@drustvar - Rosie; Look I just think more women should be allowed to be completely fucking feral.  As a treat.

@epoch-smog​ - Jin/Cedar; Fucked up, funny, and fine, there’s a lot goin’ on here.

I’m sure I’m forgetting more - I very much enjoy this bunch of fandom, but my memory isn’t always the best.  I’ll add to this list!

[lonely-shine]

34 for alnair, 31 for atlas, and 19 for shell!

34. How did they react when they learned they'd died of the plague?

Funny fact! Alnair becomes aware of her own death moments before they tell her, it's a very visceral knowledge and she almost remembers her death (she always comments on how ironic it is that the only thing she remembers about her past life is her death).

I actually have this scene written, so don't mind me if I pull it from my massive WIP (Alnair's journey is a route mashup and I'm writing it all):

“We— we knew each other, four years ago.”

“We… did?” I gape at [Julian], shocked, but not in pain.

Julian nods. “You were an apprentice at my clinic, during the plague. Learning medicine to help the victims. I…” he trails off, sighs. “When Lucio fell sick, I went to work at the Palace. You went at the Lazaret.”

The Lazaret. I remember when I visited it with Nadia. The looming ruins, the ashen sand, the way it called out to me… Like it held answers for me, secrets. Is that why I felt like I’d been there before? Because I had? But what was with that strange sense of belonging?

“It wasn’t— I didn’t…” Julian runs a hand through his hair. “Listen, uh, just stay calm and listen to me, okay?”

I hear it in my mind, that same calling I heard then, like answers waiting to be unveiled. Come here… Come inside… I’m not physically there now, but I follow. A red haze fills my vision. I hear distant voices, cries, and feel an intense burning on my skin that I can’t tell if it’s from the fever or the flames.

“I found out that… that…” Julian’s voice sounds distant even when my gaze focuses back on him.

“That I died there,” I say, and know it’s true, feeling it deep inside my bones, knowing it like I’ve never known anything else.

[...]

“Then that means… are you… are you okay?” Julian says, reaching out to rest a hand on my shoulder, to give me support or in fear I lose my balance, I’m not sure.

“I think I am.” There’s no headache, no sickness, and though I can feel my mind racing, I’d be worried if it wasn’t. I chuckle nervously. “It actually explains so many things, in a twisted way.” I remember how the people from my district used to look weird at me three years ago, like they’d seen a ghost… Hah, who would have thought.

31. Have they always lived in Vesuvia? How well-travelled are they?

Nope, Atlas isn't from Vesuvia! His home is in a village near the Void Lake (south of the Sea of Persephia). He's well travelled, and has been through all the central part of the map, but is still missing the north (Prakra, the Mountains, etc) and south (Shining Steppe, Scourgelands, Southern Spines, etc). See map below for a very rough aproximation of what I mean

19. Are they good at handling animals? Are they good with children?

Shell is neutral with animals (doesn't have a particualry good or bad hand/relationship with them), and could more accurately be described as the crazy auntie with kids in most routes xD That said, she does become a mother in some routes and will do great at it (and probably be the most level-headed parent too when she's with Asra, Julian, or Lucio)

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

Heyo Brainrot!!

Ive got a mini hc request hehe. Its so hot where i live that im almost melting, so i was thinking how does the M6 deal with hot weathers?

Lots of love, take care friend >:33 💓💕💕

The Arcana Mini-HCs: M6 in hot weather

Julian: suffers. he's already committed to wearing multiple layers of leather in Vesuvia's Mediterranean climate, he has and will continue to embrace his inner theater kid regardless of heatstroke. Have fun watching him turn as red as his hair and pour several ounces of sweat out of his waterproof boots every evening

Asra: remains completely unaffected because they've been using magic to cope with discomfort their entire life. Just touch his arm - he feels like he's been in air conditioning all day. They're very tuned in to you though, and they do love to swim, so you can expect them to drag you to the nearest lake or waterfall

Nadia: Prakra is in the tropics, so if anything, things just feel a little more like home to her. she'll pour herself a few extra cups of chilled tea and carry on like nothing's amiss. if you so much as make a comment about it, though, she'll draw a cool bath and use the heat as an excuse to spend an afternoon with you

Muriel: Vesuvia's already way warmer than he would like it to be so this is absolutely miserable for him. the hut is already constructed to be nice and cool year round, but if it's looking like a heatwave he'll just start packing for the steppe and invite you to come with him (seriously, who would willingly stay in this?)

Portia: actually enjoys hot weather - the sun is out, the world is bright and happy, she can leave all those fussy layers behind and enjoy some solid outside time! Copes by wearing the minimum amount of clothing required, lots of deodorant, sunscreen, and a damp straw hat. Won't judge you for staying indoors though

Lucio: suffers 2.0 but LOUDLY! This is awful! It's too hot and too bright and it's hurting his eyes and it's making him burn and it's making him sweat and it's making his bag heavy and it's making the dogs sticky and it's ruining his hair and makeup and - visit the scourgelands? actually never mind, this is fine