#dont care love the movement on lucio

[c1trvswurld]

>its not meta!

>im in quickplay

>that character adds no value!

>they make me happy

[devoraakss]

Okay but have you considered lucio and aveana actually having a baby

i have and its an absolute mess 

Gold and blue eyes stare up at the ceiling with disdain, full lips twisted into a scowl. Aveana had been trying to sleep for hours, and yet all she could accomplish was tossing and turning in a vain effort to rest. well… trying to toss and turn would be a bit more accurate. She turns her gaze to the swell of her stomach, glaring. “well i hope you’re happy, not even born yet and you’re keeping me awake.” the woman grumbles, running her hand over the bump gently,  still not used to the movement she felt beneath her palm. the baby wasn’t the only thing moving, however. a soft groan sounds from the man beside her, turning so sleepy silver eyes can look up at her from beneath tousled blonde locks. “‘Veana…?” Lucio murmurs her name, lifting his arm to gently run his hand over her own, eyes sliding shut once again as he curls closer to her. “who’re you talkin’ to…?”“this child of yours refuses to let me sleep.” She says flatly, comforted by the feeling of his hand on hers, but still uncomfortable. nothing about her body felt right, this constant state of discomfort and always needing to fucking pee was getting irritating. she was two days past her due date, and she just wanted this to be done. She didn’t even want to begin to complain about the cravings… Lucio snorts out a soft chuckle, lifting himself up a bit on his elbows to lean over and press a soft kiss to the swell of her stomach. “last i checked darling, both of us contributed to this..” Aveana huffs softly, glancing down at him. “yes, don’t remind me…” she shifts, an uncomfortable twinge in her back making her wince. “I need more pillows…” she grumbles, and a sudden need to eat something sweet follows shortly after. “and maybe some cake.” Lucio sighs tiredly, used to the odd requests at ungodly hours. “I suppose that means I am going to be the one to get you these things.” He sits up properly, an plants a soft kiss to her temple. “I’ll be back in a few minutes.” Aveana smiles as he gets up, shaking her head slightly at the sight of his disheveled hair. “I love you.” she calls after him, and Lucio just laughs, waving his hand. “Only because i bring you cake.” That brings a chuckle to her lips, and she rolls her eyes. “don’t forget the pillows.”~~~The utterly grating sound of his cell phone vibrating against the polished wood of his nightstand stirred Lucio from his slumber, one grumpy silver eye cracking open to glare at the offending electronic. never before had he ever regretted setting his ringtone to something as obnoxious as ridiculously autotuned rap music, but at… a quick glance at his alarm clock told him it was 3 fucking am, he didn’t want to hear someone screaming ‘TURN DOWN FOR WHAT’ on repeat. grumbling, he reaches for his phone and squints at the screen, trying and failing to read who the hell was calling him at this hour. he squints some more, his brain barely registering the name on the screen, and a jolt of anxiety races up his spine. ‘Aveana’ followed by several heart emojis, a rose, a dove, and a kissing smiley face.  He quickly drags him thumb over the small green icon, bringing the phone to his ear. “‘Veana?” his voice was rough and scratchy, and he cringed at the sound of it, gods he hated mornings… “Not quite, goatshit, get up and get dressed.” Asra’s deadpanned voice answered form the other end, and Lucio’s mood immediately plummeted, throwing himself back on the bed with an annoyed groan– he had half a mind to just hang up on him, but another thought struck him. “why the fuck are you calling from Aveana’s phone?” Asra snorts, and someone says something he cant make out in the background– were those sirens? “Well i would have called from mine but i think faust ate it, but thats not the point– Get up and get dressed in something thats mildly appropriate, i’ll be at your place in ten minutes.” Asra didn’t sound too pleased, and ten minutes???? he needed at least thirty to even begin to consider stepping out in public, something happened on the other end– someone that sounded like Julian, and then a loud scream in the background. Was that Aveana???“You need to breathe, you aren’t–”“I DONT CARE I WANT THAT FUCKING EPIDURAL!!” Lucio’s stomach jumped into his throat, and he nearly dropped his phone, lurching himself from the bed and startling poor Mercedes from her spot on the floor by the bed with a yelp. “Asra what the fuck is happening.”“See this is why i told you to get dressed, ‘Veana’s water broke and now we’re at the hospital and she’s–” Lucio drops his phone, nearly tripping over his feet to grab a relatively clean pair of sweatpants that he had tossed over a chair, and grabbing one of his shirts from the closet before he runs back to his phone. “I’ll be there in five.”Asra makes a sound somewhere between a huff and an annoyed sigh. “Whatever, just make it quick, shes… she wants you here.” ~~~Lucio couldn’t believe it. the small hospital room was silent, save for the soft drone of the tv mounted to the wall. the lights were dim, the room lit with a dim orange glow from the lamps, making it seem… entirely more peaceful than it had been mere moments ago. Aveana was passed out in the hospital bed, Lucio seated firmly next to her with her arms wrapped around his waist and her head resting on his chest– she wouldn’t let him go, and he couldn’t say he blamed her. 18 hours of hard labor, and the small child in the cot beside the bed was the outcome. Lucio was convinced he was dreaming, but the way Aveana stirred at the slightest movement, the flutter of her eyes when the baby made a noise… it was all real. “Luci… Lucio…” Aveana’s tired, hoarse voice calls to him, shaking him from his thoughts. “I’m here, dove.” he whispers, running his hand over her back gently, brushing sweat dampened curls back from her face. “You should rest.” Aveana doesn’t protest, leaning into his touch and murmuring something unintelligible before slipping back into unconsciousness. Whether it was real or not, Lucio didn’t care. for now, all that mattered was the woman in his arms, and the child sleeping peacefully beside them. And for now, that was good enough. 

[simpmetra]

im late but im going to try to make this post better-hopefully... (theres so much sad,,, sorry dndkal) ALSO THIS WAS MUCH LONGER THEN EXPECTED IM SO SORRY I LOVE TO OVER DETAIL

In the Prologue Nadia goes to the shop to seek advice from the apprentice, but what if you, the apprentice, seek advice from Asra, the man you broke, the man who gave everything up for you.

The term "you knock on deaths door," if you take a risky move, or a near death experience, but what if death knocks on your door? To ask a favor after they stripped everything away from you. Broke you and everyone around? Using those Honey-Coated Words. The same tone, the tone that blinds Asra with Love instead of Hatred. But when hearing those bittersweet words, He can feel the thorns prick those words. How the poison coats itself as a lie.

He cant speak, he feels those thorns jab at [what he has left of a heart, he denies he still has it as how hard you broke it], He feels the lies jab at his heart to plant the lie he believed for so long, that you'd return to him.

Asra makes direct eye contact with you, the monster you are. You finally see the damage you caused. You see all the nights he cried himself to sleep, the nights he thought so low of himself. The nights were Even Julian (who blamed himself for everything) got to see what it felt like to see someone else think so low of themself. Julian finally experienced what the apprentice had to go through to show him how to love himself. Seeing Asra like this makes his stomache turn and feel like agony. You caused this. You broke the man everyone believed you loved.

Asra notices the way you smirk, how your eyes close, Just like Lucio. The way your shoulders raise slightly. He notices every feature, every movement you make. The way your body expresses everything you done.

Your careless actions despite every warning. The warnings Muriel gave you "dont trust him, he'll give you a gift in your most desperate time, but you'll end up as us" Nadia saying how she loathed her "Husband" how they truly didn't love each other. How everyone of Vesuvia believed that thick lie of how they fell for each other. Asra saying how Lucio only cared for himself. He's above everyone. But what Asra was too afraid to speak of, is that death is above Lucio's status.

The apprentice would stand taller then Asra. As of a real royal figure would. They look down on Asra as if hes nothing. But if Asra squinted he would see the desperate look in your eyes, red as fire, with images of thousands of burnt corpses.

"May I enter?" Thats when Asra realizes. This isnt a dream. Hes talking to the one that took everything he believed. the one he loved, the one he spent nights with, the one that he slept with when he had nightmares. The one he woke up too making breakfast in the morni- The one that broke him.

He gulps (more of to calm himself and to form words) "Why?" His tone is colder then he wanted. He prepares for the worst.

"I need you to help me kill Lucio"

anyways not to be an edgelord but i really hope that if/when lucio’s route comes out it’s an absolute dumpster fire of terrible choices and irredeemable villainy. i want lucio’s route to be the bad end. you fuck the devil but you destroy everything else you love in the process.

i don’t want lucio to be redeemed or saved or changed or anything. i want the route to be “oh you want to date this trash fire? then you’re going to have to join him. you’re going to have to become just as bad as him.” 

i want the apprentice and lucio to like, concoct a way for them both to survive but like, it comes at the cost of everyone else’s lives. i want the ending of lucio’s route to be the apprentice and lucio reigning over an empire of ashes and dust. flames reflecting off the shining spires of the empty palace where they rule, just the two of them, having chosen themselves and each other over the world.

i want the apprentice to have to see nadia and asra and portia and julian and muriel’s faces when they realize they’ve been betrayed by the beloved apprentice that everyone loved. i want there to be an obvious moment of you’re the bad end. look what you’ve done.

like i don’t want lucio to be abusive or rapey or controlling the apprentice. i want this to be the route where the apprentice chooses the devil despite all the warnings and all the better options in their life, and gets to live in the hollow remains of their choices.