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asmo-cosmetics · 10 months ago

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it just bewilders me that anyone could write a character as perfect as julian and then so obviously begin to hate him. it's so weird how much open unabashed contempt these writers have for the character their game is basically about.

i've said this before but i think that the prologue was written for a different version of the game, before the team decided to make julian the heel to asra's face and the butt of every joke. "a gift from a witch who fears commitment" was so obviously meant to be foreshadowing for a major plot point, but they just hand-wave it away in the story with like two lines of dialogue and a prayer.

"no, no, that was a red herring!!" no it wasn't. julian himself is already the red herring, making his implied backstory another red herring is the definition of a hat on a hat. asra and julian were clearly written for asra to be the bad guy in the asrian divorce, but then someone (everyone? i don't know) vetoed it because god fucking forbid we make asra look like an asshole even once.

asra is the writers' favorite and it's extremely obvious. he basically has no flaws, to the point of legit cliche. oh mc my only flaw is loving you TOO much. so even though julian is already written with a very clear archetype of "guy who hates magic because he got his heart broken by a witch" that comes through in basically everything about him, they have to paper over it in the story because we can't make asra look mean!

so they just make up for their shitty coverup writing by being like haha isn't julian silly? he was wrong about everything and he doesn't like magic hehe haha. leeches! meanwhile the bones of the characters they actually wrote are in asra too, because it's clear he's meant to have his "villain moments," he's meant to have sharper edges and even be scary, but someone decided that he has to be an uwu softboy and ruined him in the process.

as always i am not looking for a debate, i will block you.

#the arcana #the arcana wank #wank //#not to conspiracize but because i know these people's politics it's difficult not to imagine this has to do with gender #something something only men can be truly evil #so julian and lucio are bad because they're cis men #but asra is 'safe' because he's nonbinary and muriel is 'safe' because he resents the type of masculinity he was forced into #and nadia isn't evil despite all the shit she does because she's a woman #also how volta is the most sympathetic courtier (woman)#and valdemar is clearly feminine but they're nonbinary because they're Bad and a woman would never do something Bad #and the same thing with nazali where he's clearly a guy but he's Good so he's nonbinary because a man could never be Good #etc etc #also i love asra too. by the way. that's why i think he deserves to be written better

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majulians-groupie · 4 months ago

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♡Nadi fluff oneshot♡,

With an MC that deals with Lupus 🤍🪷🪻✨️

So this is a continuation of the previous headcannon post,I just post it separately because I kind of escalated and accidentally wrote a one-shot instead of headcannons😂.Oops👀

I wrote this during a recent Lupus flare I had,so I kind of projected a few personal emotions in it.I really hope that through this I will able to send comfort vibes to anyone that needs them♡

If you are fighting a chronic illness,you got this.Keep up,you are stronger than you think,and Nadia is here to remind you(I know it's easy to forget,it's okay ♡)

•TO THE STORY:)))))))●

(This takes place back when the MC first moved into the palace to assist Nadia with Julian's investigation. You and Nadia may not know eachother for long,but you both have noticed that there is an unspoken connection between you two,one you are both afraid to express or explore)

🦉🌙🦉🌙🦉🌙Nadia🌙🦉🌙🦉🌙🦉 :

Since of the first days you moved into the palace,she had noticed that there were days where something was off about you.Even though you were trying to brush it off,she would notice that you seemed tired,and that your moves were carefull,as if you were recovering from an injury.

Despite her concern,Nadia is never one to be indiscreet and hesitates to press on the matter.However, she makes sure that your stay in the palace is as much comfortable as possible,providing you everything you may need. -she reminds you that if you ever start feeling a little bit under the weather,you can always request a checkup from the palace's physician-

As you get to know eachother and you start to bond,she makes it her goal to gain your trust and help you on whatever issue is tormenting you and yout wellbeing. One morning where you had a -particularly-bad flair,one you couldn't hide and shake off, she decides to finally gently press on the subject.

You layed on your bed in your guestroom on the palace,waiting for Portia to fetch the painkillers she insisted she would bring you from her stock in her bedroom's cabinet (you didn't dare refuse,seeing the worried but strict look on her face).As the door opens,you see that the one to enter your room,is the countess herself Nadia holding a box of painkillers and a loaf of pumpkin bread(she has noticed it is your favourite in breakfast).Even in her nightgown,she was as classy and elegant as always.

-MC -she whispers-....

...Good Morning dear,I am sorry to burst in your room like that,(she literally knocked) it is just that Portia has informed me that you will not be able to join us for breakfast,and that you may take the day off because you appear to be...-she lingers,a concerned look on her face...sick?

-Yes, you say uncertainly.But it is no big deal really..Maybe I've come down with the flu or something

-She also told me you refused to see the palace physician. Is there any specific reason about this?Is there anything wrong about him that I should be aware of?If you are more comfortable with a female doctor,we can make that happen you know.

-No no!It is not that,it is just...

...you sigh.It is not that you can't just simply brush the matter off with practiced ease nor that Nadia is pushing you.It is just that even though you are not comfortable talking about your disease with people,you had a feeling you could trust Nadia.That she wouldn't pity you,unwillingly reducing you to your struggles,nor judge you,make you feel ashamed or freak out and ask you if it is contagious.(unfortunately Vesuvia's horrible education system's consequences are not limited to illiteracy.People are seriously uneducated about chronically and disabled people,and the scars the plague left in the city only make the matter worse)

You also needed to get a few things of your chest,so you decided to hesitantly open up to her.

Nadia is a great listener,making your hesitation slowly vanish,as you pour your thoughts and fears into the conversation.As your voice gets steadily more emotional,she slowly starts coming closer to you ,holding your hand,brushing her thumb over it,her gaze never leaving your eyes.

The closeness gets you completely rid of any filters or barriers you may had.As your discussion turns into a vent,you don't even realize that you are suddenly tearing up.Nadia decides to be bold and slowly pulls you up to your her soft embrace,careful to not induce any pain.

You stay there for a moment,and she feels happy about the fact that she feels you slowly relaxing to her arms,the tension leaving your body as you melt into her touch.

After a few seconds,she speaks:

-Portia gave me the strongest painkillers she had stored,so I recommend not taking them with any empty stomach.I took the liberty of choosing pumpkin bread-a small smirk appears on her face.-

As you smile to her,you slowly sit up,trying to not make a big deal out of the fact that your body is aching all over.You didn't know what was happening.You haven't had such a bad flair in months.Everything was going well,and your blood exams were better than ever.It was so frustrating, that some times,there was not an explanation,things were just the way they were,stubborn to follow progress and change.

Nadia interrupts your thoughts by asking you if it would be better to call your own personal doctor.

-It would be ideal,but they are currently on the other side of the country,participating on a mission to provide healthcare for remote villages in the Eastern mountains.They won't be in Vesuvia for another 2 weeks.(You hated the fact that rheumatologists were so rare )

-So actually,maybe the palace physician is not a bad idea,you admit.

As the doctor checks you up,prescribing the proper antiflammatory medication,he suggest you take a few days off your investigation,giving your body the time it needs to rest.He also regretfully mentions that your knee needs an arthrocentesis,but he currently lacks the necessary equipment for it,so you will have to do it the old fashion way,dressing your knee with ice and letting your body absorb the fuild on its own.

In the next few days,Nadia manages to take a few days off her courtly duties,warily leaving a more than eager Valerius to look after the stuff that need watching over.She knew it probably wasn't a good idea,but something inside of her wanted,needed to be close to you,help you in this difficult moment.At first she would just keep you company and assist you with the ice compresses.Talking,drinking tea and reading a book at your bedside.It was more obvious than ever that something,a strong unspoken connection was lingering between the two of you.

As the days passed,there were moments that you were frustrated,and were not satisfied with your progress.You couldn't understand why you STILL needed bedrest. It felt unfair.You were doing everything right.

It was there when she gently interfered,her hand in your shoulder,reminding you that you weren't strong and capable only when you were able to brush your symptoms off.You were also incredibly and undeniably strong when you were able to go through your symptoms at their worst,prioritizing yourself and your needs,having the often undervalued but incredible strength of being patient.It wasn't up to you how strong or small the pain and the fatigue would be.So it wasn't your responsibility to keep up with it,or always try to ignore it,reducing the importance of it.Your reactions and what you are going through is valid.If anyone were to tell you otherwise,they were just being dense,not able to own up and understand the situation properly,therefore their opinion should not matter to you.

She noticed the way you looked at her,trying to not tear up,grateful for the words you needed to hear.The ones that Asra repeated over and over,never managing to convince you one hundred per cent.It is not that Nadia magically convinced you,it is wasn't even something thay had to do with the words specifically.It was just that her presence only provided you with a different sense of comfort.One that was deep,that broke through your shields and barriers and gently invaded into the back of your head,were your darkest thoughts would linger and torment you,waiting to find you at any weak moment,to assault you.As she sat on the edge of your bed,her body language gently asking for permission,she slowly and carefully folded you in her arms.This time,you were instantly comfortable.You willingly let yourself relax into her embrace,and you felt a sense of comfort take over you,almost numbing a small percentage of the pain.As she slowly stroke your hair,you let a breath you realize have been wanting to release for a while.You didn't even realized when you dozed off,into a deep and calm sleep.

Nadia was so stuck into her own thoughts,that it took her a while to realize you were actually asleep on her arms.She was worried about you,and she sensed the unfairness of the situation.You were a responsible person.Almost too responsible.Always careful with the alcohol and never smoking.Stuck to your sleeping schedule,almost in a complulsive way.But now it made so much sense.You were always taking care of yourself,doing everything right.You were so young,and your body was failing you.It was not right,and she hated the fact that she couldn't do anything about it.She remembers you trying to hide your pained expression as you were trying to sit up and frowned.She turned to look at you,your chest slowly going up and down against her,a peaceful look on your face that would make someone believe that everything was fine.But it wasn't.Her mind wandered,thinking of how many people were suffering from illnesses like yours,that had not access to the healthcare they needed.How many times a grim situation could have been preventable?How many times children died from a simple fever a syrup would have evaporated?As much as she was frustrated your doctor was away when you nedded them,she couldn't help but admire the fact that they were trying to help in places where healthcare was limited to home remedies that provide little to no comfort or relief.Her mind then wandered to Nazali.Even though she missed her sibling,she was more proud of them than ever.

She felt a sense of responsibility as a countess.It wasn't the job of the doctors to give over their life to fix the incapability of the leaders to make a proper healthcare system.Their job was to simply help and assist their patients.

She had to do something about it.She could try to redesign Vesuvia's healthcare system(honestly the what?)back from the start.She would try her best to make healthcare available for every citizen.No matter how much time it takes.She would make sure that schools will provide the education needed to build a society that treats disabled and sick people with the respect they deserve,and give the chance to anyone wanting to work on healthcare to do so.The shortage of medical personnel,doctors and researchers was huge after the plague,and all sorts of medication was becoming harder to find every day.She will talk to other world leaders as well.Maybe they can have a meeting about it.Maybe they could sign an agreement.She will see.

First though, she has to make sure thay you are okay.And she will do whatever it takes to be there for you,always watching you and admiring you for your strength,grateful to you for trusting her with your vulnerabilities,and opened her mind to issues she took for granted for way longer than she was proud of.

Well,that's a wrap folks,I really hope you enjoyed reading,it was kinda long but heyy writing was practice for my non existent attention span.

You can always ask me and drop headcannon/fic recommendations.My ask box is always open

My batter is dying,ttyl

Eva♡

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