#plague doctor anon

[plague-doctor-anon]

Here’s a lil gift I sketched out for u :3

OH MY LANDS LOOKIT HIM LOOKIT HIM THERE HE IS THERE’S THE BOI AAAAAAA THANK YOU AUTUMN THIS MEANS SO MUCH TO ME

(Y’all are gonna kill me when you learn his lore)

[exo-meme-ories]

Also we got to touch brains - plague doctor

heheheheheh

[hellion-writes]

Yo how are you?

- plague doctor anon

I'm good, just got off of work and winding down for the night revising fics

How are you?

[vellichorom]

to that one person who asked awhile back for my take on The King beloved... i hope i did him the marshmallowy peepy justice you thought i had in me...

transparents below the cut so you can Behold my newfound watercoloring skills in their lone glory. yes they are very tiny i can't change that

[doberart]

You get a cookie for asking for my funky plague doctor OC.

[snobgoblin]

Valdemar so brushable!!! Brushes them like a Barbie doll brushes them like a Barbie doll. Maybe Valdemar in a ponytail?? Honse card matchy matchy? Sorry I have weird mood today hahaha (it's fine but everything is just so funny to me )

let me say I am so happy you guys like long hair!Valdemar because long hair and Valdemar are two of my favorite things to draw

anyway here's you brushing their hair and also them with a ponytail

[the-arcade-doctor]

[monstercampus]

WHAT. 😱 He’s cursed?!? ELLIE PLEASE, I AM BEGGING. 🙏 Lore on Plauge Doctor???? A snippet of his deep dark backstory perhaps? Pretty please? A cherry on top? 🍒?

Oh, it's nothing special! Just the story of an average young man with an insatiable lust for death flying a bit too close to the sun </3

(cws: death, active plague, sickness, mentions of rot, body horror)

In life, "Doctor" Symon Knox was as average as anyone else you might meet in that tiny village on the outskirts of Ordomia--a kingdom-turned-capital city as the world knows it now, far, far away across the seas from the campus he now finds himself employed. Being such a talkative, curious boy in his youth, it was no surprise to his elders that he dreamed of becoming a doctor, and perhaps one with impeccable bedside manner since he found it so easy to make people laugh their pains away.

But this was an era before cellphones and sterilization, and upon reaching his tender adulthood Symon found himself in the throes of an unimaginable plague spreading across the continent, wild and uncontrolled as it killed indiscriminately. Still in the service of his mentor at the time, Symon was given the role of scribe during the last moments of each patient's life. Chivalrous or wicked, senile or sane, he penned each word to save and keep on record for many months, and grew quieter and quieter as the job worked him past his own limits. In time, it felt as though the mask he donned was a feature of his own face, the leather and cloth part of his skin that stuck fast to his bones. Not long after that did his mentor fall from the illness, as did the people he knew and loved from his village as sickness swept over each poor, kindred soul.

Upon returning home to such a sight, Symon began penning his own last words. Page after page of nothingness slung into fire, ink spilled over half-spelled curses, quill-tip pierced through the tough parchment into his father's writing desk. Days passed into weeks and months, the sickly-sweet stench of rot invading the bed of crumbling lavender protecting the beak of his mask. Having adored the man so much in his early years of doctorhood, Symon wouldn't realize that his descent into madness was caused by his mentor's wicked desires--even if he had at the time, there would be no stopping his transformation. The Lich that had masqueraded as a well-to-do doctor, had taken a dirt-poor youth under his wing to teach him the practice of medicine, had crafted that same disease that would kill his corporeal body and take his protégé's life next.

And while Symon Knox unknowingly wrote out his last rites in his own hand, his body was changing to fit the mold he'd been given--the shape that the Lich had deemed worthy to house the fount of his unimaginable necrotic power. Four hundred years prior to present day, Symon Knox died at his writing desk, quill perched deftly in his left hand. Less than four days later he awoke, quill pierced through his gloved palm, with nothing writhing beneath his robes but the curse of rot and death. Blood drained to a pale-skinned touch he rose as a phantom of his true self, his blue eyes no longer clear but cloudy, his hair bleached to a cowardly white from the strawberry blond strands he inherited from his loving mother. Neither living nor a corpse, black vines twisted themselves into neat array over his skin like the fibres of muscle beneath it, only patches of pallour visible and even less with several centuries of rot between them. He may as well be nothing but a lich himself if not for that distinct craving for the true depth of his power, his knowledge lost but the presence of his master violently cramming itself into his brain--for four hundred years he must keep it out, keep it away, lest it overcome him in the absence of his psyche and steal away the last part of Symon he so desperately clings to.

Memories, emotions, senses, and functions trickle out over time, falling limp and blank and drawing to a close, but never quite reaching the point of dying. The body wants to die but Symon Knox rather wants to live, to see more out the polished glasses of his plague mask than he ever would as a young man dying of an incurable sickness. He may have died at twenty, but he lives to twenty-one every day--and although he never quite shakes the feeling of need, need to kill, need to die, need to watch the light leave their eyes, he's gotten quite good at shaking that voice loose and shoving it to the back of his mind. To find something else to fill it, that would do the job quite well....if only he had something to occupy every waking thought, someone so endearing he can't help but run them through his head every waking moment of every living day.

[wolveria]

Did you know that 035 is in Lethal Company? I found out through one of Cinnamon Toast Kens streams of it and I freaked out when I saw him. I genuinely panicked

I've only started to play Lethal Company and haven't come across it yet, but I've seen videos. I can't wait to run into that hoe

[that-one-present-anon]

You're honor-

They're just too silly

[frznkingdom]

Nera - Gale or seeing your sister alive and well again. You can only pick one.

Make my muse Choose Between ______ & ______ ?

"How... how can you ask me such a thing so casually?"

She sits with her thoughts for some time in silence, before closing her eyes with a sigh.

"Gale. That girl has loved me like a mother and stuck by me despite everything. I cannot imagine life without her at this point. As much as I would love to see my sister again... it's been over two decades. A lot has changed since then. I-I... don't think she would've liked to see what I've become."

[daenerys-targaryen]

s3 ep5 FUCK jamie dutton. all my besties hate jamie dutton. bring back the bear from season 1 and set him loose in jamie's bedroom -ys anon

SO GLAD YOU AGREE!! fuck that man!!!!! because she went to him TRUSTING him and he does THAT to her?! if i see that man on the street walking it's on SIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!! at the least, he could have at least TOLD her what it entailed and let it be her choice??? who does that to their SISTER??? hope she kills him for real I'm so serious

[exo-meme-ories]

Studying medicine sounds so boring now that we're in biology college and i found out about BUGS!! holy fuck bugs are so much cooler than people - plague doctor

BUGS!!!!!

[drbarty]

Would you rather: eat a human child or catch the plague

I of course would rather catch the plague! What a terrible question!

[bloo-the-dragon]

-Vibrating in barely contained excitement- Omg you're still interested in your bugs au I thought that you got bored of it which was fine and valid but it's like one of my favorite aus ever they're all just little guys and I love them so much aaa <3333

I havn't forgotten it! Its still an au i am very much invested in, just i havn't found the time/energy to draw anything else for it for a while what with me already having so many WIP's to work through and new ideas hitting me on the spot on a near daily basis :'D

Very much like my mer au, there is no plot or story behind it as both just exist for fun now and as an excuse to draw more silly stuff hghf BUT YEAH i got some old WIP's for the bugs one that i do wanna go back and finish along with the fishy lads, just need that bit of extra motivation ghfjg

[snobgoblin]

Hi. I don't remember everything but I remember that you can land in a third room whilw visiting Vlastomil's estate. And there are red beetles here. Nadia says something about those being used to make dye jn vesuvia before the plague if I remember correctly??? And well I didn't remember the part about birthday parties ( I will have to reread that tale) but this makes even more sense now... Well the beetle person associated with beetle tribe also loves parties...

ohhhh I'd have to replay it because I dont remember the party being mentioned but I DO remember Nadia mentioning that the red dye from the beetles was in fashion at the time, and the book also confirms that "Vesuvian Red" was trending at the time... it's like gee I wonder how people were getting the plague so bad 😭 and it's like gee I wonder where this came from. it can't possibly be the Count who's favorite color is bright ass red- but to be fair I don't think they knew at the time the beetles were carriers of the plague