#requested: valdemar

[soullessseraphim]

Hi hi I wanted to request an art sketch I saw that you drew valdemar with a hairless cat and I just want to say I wanted more interactions of the two. I feel like Val is a responsible cat owner, probably gets proud when they bring them a dead mouse.

AWW absolutely!! why are these cats so hard to draw for no goddamn reason

[roserotz]

Turn Valdemar into a marketable pushie ✨🫵😎

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[greyspirehollow]

Vesuvia weekly ; The courtiers' Guilty Pleasures !

Pairing : The courtiers x reader Fandom : The Arcana visual novel Warnings : none. Pure fluff.

Volta :

I like to believe she loves dancing, like ballet, and the opera ; she loves the pretty dresses and the music,, and will secretly try and get some costumes custom tailored for herself, which she'll keep preciously in her closet and put on when she's alone, to admire herself in the mirror and imagine being on stage, amidst the crowd of pretty dancing people and musicians.

I'm pretty sure she would love to be able to fight. Being short comes with a lot of disadvantages,, I'm pretty sure she would like placing a few punches or kicks just right in people sometimes. Maybe she's already asked Vulgora to train her in the past, too.

Loves going to Portia's cottage. Loves Pepi. The flowers. The leaves. It's all so pretty ! And Portia's so nice !

She'll get all flustered and stutter if you ever ask about those secret hobbies of hers, but she'd want to share too, and even get a little frustrated by her conflicting emotions.

Vulgora :

I think they like being calmer and softer when no one's around, and to be treated calmly and with kindness (I'm sure they like being hugged, but you will never for the life of them see them admit it).

They like to play chess with the Countess, even if they loose systematically.

I have a feeling they'd love to go hunting too, with or without a falcon/dogs, or someone else's company.

I think behind their very loud and impulsive facade, they're a rather secretive person, not used to open up about things other than the plainly obvious, and so their little hobbies would be hard to discover unless you look into them a little, or generally get interested in them.

Valdemar :

I think they can play the violin, and some forgotten old instruments. They like how they have to make their finders dance over the instruments to make music.

They're a pretty manual person I think, and can craft little things here and there when they're bored ; pretty sure they tried embroidery even. Very steady hands (heh.)

and fashion. No one can convince me otherwise ; they have a sense of fashion and just don't exploit it. They don't dress often, if ever, or openly comment on people's outfits. but they COULD. IF ONLY THEY DID ARGH-

Secretive person as well. But you'd have no way of discovering any of that if they didn't want you to.

Vlastomil :

Always loved the sound a harp makes. He'd kill to learn how to play it, but he's never dared to take that initiative. It's just such a beautiful instrument, so calming, and it looks really nice to have it lean against you...

I think he'd also enjoy taking walks in the forest, and go lay down in some fresh and humid dirt, listening to the little river nearby, the chirp of birds, the leaves in the wind, the rays of sunlight peeking through...

We know how much he loves his worms, but what if he liked other things as well? what about isopods? tiny lil things.

You may surprise him indulging once or twice, but he'll always stammer a half-made-up excuse and shift the topic of the conversation quickly

Valerius :

Cat person. Loves cats. Wants cats just so he can sit in a big chair and have one on his lap and pet it menacingly while he sips his wine. Will not admit it.

LOVES velvet. Would wear velvet every day of his life if he could ; but he feels it's maybe a little too much in certain scenarios, so avoids it. He does have a cape in the back of his closet, which he wears sometimes when the halls of the Palace are desert.

Actually like to let his hair down ; thinks it gives him a mysterious charm (which yeah, if he styled it a little better), and one time you caught him mindlessly twirling his fingers into his strands.

He's not necessarily secretive, it's just he's learned court etiquette a lot, and so has taken the habit of hiding and bottling his personality down. That part at least.

[vafr0]

Can I plz have a Valdemar and a Vulgora?? 🥺🥺

With or without my Mc Liam or you can just refuse the sketch altogether I won't mind!! Uhm lemme fetch pictures of my boy-

Valdemar and Liam are friends and Vulgora... You don't have to draw them I'm just starving for content of them ok good day thank youuuu🧡🧡

They're funny :^D

[angeledeggs]

Would you write something about MC being railed by the Courtiers in their demon form (and how we convince them to rail us in the first place) Thank Chu!!

I would 😂 thanks for the request! <3

Valerius🍷:

Probs a bit concerned for you at first, I mean... You're really into that?

Well, he's not shaming. After all, he is a bit charmed by the fact that you're attracted to him at all, even in his demon form.

If he ever realizes you want to get railed in his demon form (or if you tell him), he'll probably have to think about it for awhile.

After all, he doesn't want to accidentally hurt you with his claws or teeth or anything. And he is a bit self conscious of his demon form, anyways.

But he does, admittedly, get more confident when he finally notices the way you look at him in his demon form one day. He gets very.. confident, so to speak. Maybe a bit too confident.

Maybe just confident enough to push you onto the counter and bust your back out.

Or not. Who knows. He probably just keeps drinking his wine and chilling, like always. But if you keep looking at him like that-- he is going to go insane.

After a few more moments of you just looking at him in such a way, he dosent need convincing in the slightest. He would kill to get you under him at this point.

And that's exactly what he does.

Vlastomil🐛:

Probably extremely oblivious about it and will stay that way unless you come out and say it. And when you do (or if he figures it out on his own, then in that case, props to him.) he is absolutely SHOOK.

I mean, he's just giving you his dead stare and is like, "pardon me?". He already doesn't think of himself as quite desirable even in his human form cause of his age but like him in--

,,his demon form??

He doesn't know whether to be horrified or aroused.

Probably a bit of both, really.

He keeps trying to confirm it, like, "are you sure, my love?? you've seen me in my demon form, yes? I literally get covered in slime and grow a few feet taller---"

And when it finally sinks in that, oh, you really are into it, he gets much too confident about it. It's like a switch has been flipped or something, cuz he's immediately teasing you and getting you worked up just cause he knows now that you're into it.

Like Valerius, he dosent need much convincing to completely wreck you until the sun falls and rises, I mean, if you want it so bad, who is he to deny you?

Valdemar💉:

They're practically always in their demon form (or at least pretty close to it) so don't think that they don't happen to notice the way your gaze lingers on them.

Of course they'd love to get the chance to give you what you need, but they don't want to make it that easy for you.

After all, what good is a reward without a little work?

But you don't really say anything about it. But Valdemar knows that you want them. And so they finally decide to take matters into their own hands.

They put you to work in their dungeons for hours, knowing you'll do it for them. They feel a bit bad when it's dark and you're just finishing up, so they grab you by the shoulders and lead you away from the work.

They savor the silence before they speak, their body shaking slightly before they lean down and whisper to you. "May I?"

In the end, they don't need much convincing when you're there in front of them, looking so easy to make a delicious mess out of.

Volta🍰:

Like Vlastomil, she's probably going to not even notice that you're attracted to her demon form for a while.

Like, a while.

And then one day, she just realizes it right when you were about to tell her and she is... Shocked, for lack of a better term.

She dosent quite like the way she looks in her demon form. She dosent have much control over it though and while the pain stopped long ago, she knows the bones that snap out of her skin and the melting bits of her flesh might not be that attractive.

But you like it? You think it's hot?

She's... Flattered, really.

Probably doesn't need too much convincing. Like, as long as you reassure her that her sharp bones probably won't poke you and that you don't mind the melty bits of her skin, she is completely down to fuck you.

She kind of thinks you deserve it, anyway, for being so cute.

Vulgora⚔️:

Knows that you think their demon form is hot, but they won't do a damn thing unless you say it.

After all, they want to hear you say it.

They will definitely act smug when you finally say it. If you're very shy and just insinuate it, they'll take that too. Their endgame is to give you what you want, anyways

They definitely don't need an ego boost with how self confident they are, but it definitely gives them one anyway knowing that you think their demon form is hot.

Oh, but they're not gonna just come out and fuck you without you asking them to.

And even if you do, they'll be all sly about it, like, "ohh, i don't know, should i?" And they'll only stop when they see you getting frustrated.

They're giving you what you want in the end when they toss you on the bed and their bones snap into much taller, unnatural forms.

They just needed you to convince them, really.

(or not).

❀

[rathologic]

Pathologic 2 textures: bookbindings (and their sources)

Pathologic 2 contains a set of 8 photorealistic book exterior textures, used decoratively in locations like the Stillwater. I tracked these down. Two are artist-made stock images, one is a wholesaler's retail image, and the rest are historical books with their titles filed off. If your Pathologic-themed book club is low on ideas since the Bachelor ARG stalled, you can click on their titles to find them online.

Book_A_01: Historical book cover free download, date unknown

Book_A_02: Marcus Tullius Cicero, De claris oratoribus (texture), published 46 BCE, binding date unknown

Book_A_03: Manish Enterprise, leather book cover, date unknown

Book_A_05: James Munroe, Beauties of Sacred Literature (texture), 1848

Book_A_06: Ludvig Holberg, Leges Waldemari Regis: kong Valdemars lov (texture), 1886?

Book_A_08: Samuel Rogers, Italy, a Poem (texture), 1859

Book_A_09: anioleczek-stock, Old Book Cover I, 2011. (Note that the artist requests credit, which is not given by Pathologic 2.)

Book_A_10: Bayard Taylor, A Visit to India, China, and Japan, in the year 1853 (texture), 1855.

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

I’d love something fluffy where the reader is Valdemar’s apprentice, and doing science stuff together!!! I love Valdemar and I love the idea of them letting me help with a science project. And getting to hug them lol

Doctor 1890

|| Quaestor Valdemar x nonbinary!reader

|| Warnings; non specified relationship between reader and Valdemar (up to reader's decision), short drabble

|| Summary; when working on a project, Valdemar and reader spend many hours together.

Requests open!

Started; November 4th

Finished; November 4th

~~~

It was late one night, you'd lost track of time many hours ago. As you usually did down in the dungeons where you and Valdemar worked. You were one of Valdemar's favourite mortals, they'd often call upon you for assistance. Considering you to be like an apprentice. You who was Doctor 1890. Together, the two of you examined the beetles in particular. As they were Valdemar's current passion project.

"Fascinating creatures, are they not?" You heard Valdemar say as they hovered over their desk. Bent down and taking a pair of tweezers to one of the beetles. Were they talking to you or themselves? You weren't always sure. Sometimes the answer was both, or they were simply just talking to themselves. Finding delight in conversations with their own mind often.

"Quite." You decided to take the risk and speak up, Valdemar paused when they heard your voice and turned to look at you. Head tilted ever so slightly in curiosity. They often forgot you were there, with how quiet you usually were. To hear you speak was like a rare treat. They looked back to the beetle, giving it a little poke as they wrote notes in a journal.

"Indeed." They replied to you, Valdemar was never one for much conversation. Normally only speaking when necessary, though they sometimes spoke to you. You were their exception. When you did speak to them, they loved hearing what you had to say. As you often had fascinating insights and provided such a unique side to every project the two of you worked on. And there's been many over the years.

Over the next few hours, your project came to a close. Having gathered all the information that was needed that day. Valdemar walked over to you, deciding to do something they didn't do very often. Figuring that you'd earned it," thank you for your help today Doctor 1890. Your insights are always helpful."

You couldn't help but smile at that. The praise certainly caught you off guard but didn't go under appreciated. You yourself took a risk and hugged Valdemar, feeling as they seemed surprised by the action.

"What is this?" They asked, arms staying where they were. You laughed a bit.

"A hug, never been hugged before?" You replied, they tilted their head to the side.

"No."

You gave them a little squeeze before letting go," See you later, Quaestor Valdemar." You waved and left the dungeons.

Valdemar watched you go. Knowing full well there would always be a later. They enjoyed your company more than they cared to admit. They had a soft spot for you.

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

Humble request- (inspired by Asra's section of the m6 with insomniac mc headcannons that you posted previously) Mc accidentally traveling into the m6's dreams. Also I really enjoy your writing!

The Arcana HCs: When MC accidentally visits M6's dreams

~ @cricketchirps you have a marvelous mind and I love how you think! Thank you for the request, it was so fun to write! - brainrot ~

-- to set the scene --

You'll never not love falling asleep next to your beloved. It's the perfect conclusion to every day, good and bad and everything in between. It's the quiet rustle of sheets and blankets, the mundane perfection of a whispered "goodnight", the familiar intimacy of their smell on your nightclothes. Right now, seeing their peaceful sleeping face so close to yours, it's a healing sweetness that cradles you so gently it makes your heart ache. You shuffle a little closer, nuzzle into their embrace, and drift off to the rhythm of their quiet breathing.

Julian

You would know that voice anywhere

It seems you're on a stage - no, the deck of a ship - no, a stage, definitely a stage - and now it's the Coliseum floor?

A look to your right reveals Julian, in his nightshirt, performing some of the most dramatic improv you've ever seen to an increasingly enraptured audience. Is this why he talks in his sleep?

"I shall fight thee, foul beast!" he roars, and in the blink of an eye the stage is a pirate ship heading towards a hideous sea serpent wearing Valdemar's cloth-wrapped horns

The crowd's wild cheers cause Julian to draw up short, flicking his head around with a roguish smirk. "Let's see how it fares against this!" And the serpent transforms into one of those blow-up tube men frequently seen at car dealerships

He whips out a cutlass, the stage lights somehow glinting off it in slow motion, and thrusts it repeatedly at the enemy, comically missing the mark each time. You can't help but cackle along with the crowd

The sound of your voice pulls Julian's attention to you and now he's striding across the stage, taking your hands in his and kneeling bare-legged in front of you as the ship becomes a moonlit garden

"MC, my beloved, my darling, my dearest" He's pressing noisy kisses to your wrists, watching you blush at the sound of thousands of quiet "awww"s from the still present audience

You laugh again and gently tug your hands away. "I didn't know you had dreams like this, Julian."

And that's when he goes pale. "Wha - MC? The real MC? How are you - how are you here, I don't understand, is this even safe?!"

His panic is directly affecting both the audience and the stage, your surroundings flipping between boats and taverns and loud storms and chaotic crowds, until a faraway shout wakes you both

You open your eyes to see a wide-eyed Julian, tangled in his sheets, soaked in a cold sweat, startled awake by the increased volume of his own sleep-talking

"Julian? Are you alright?"

He turns to you wide-eyed, sending you a sheepish grin. "Let's - ah - let's pretend that didn't happen. Oh, and MC? Maybe warn me next time?"

Asra

You know where you are as soon as you open your eyes. Nobody else you know could effortlessly dream up a place like this

There's a tie-dye sky slowly wrinkling above you, you're standing on a floor of multicolored orbeez, the air feels like fizzy sherbert on your tongue, and thousands of tiny Faust flowers are kissing your ankles

You take a hesitant step forward and the ground shivers, trees resembling lisa frank paintings appearing in a shower of poprocks

Upon coming closer to one, you see that it has drapes of luxurious neon fur instead of foliage. You run your hand along it, marveling at its softness, when the trunk begins to gurgle and you stop

"Wait! Do that again!" Asra's materialized on one of the branches next to you, lazing happily on the thick fur. "Humor me?"

You let out a startled laugh and slowly comply, running your hand along your branch again. The gurgling increases in volume until the crown of the tree suddenly inflates and releases a holographic bubble with the most obscene burping noise you've ever heard

Asra's smiling at you between fits of laughter, reaching out a hand that you're suddenly close enough to to grasp and pulling you next to them. "Hello, my love. I didn't expect to see you here."

You snuggle into his side, trusting his fearlessness as you begin to sink into what's become a vast field of fuzz. "I didn't expect to wander into your dream, either. Is it always like this?"

They sigh blissfully and twine your fingers together. "Not always. But more and more, as I get practice." You watch in awe as the sky darkens, tie-dye rippling into glowing paint splatters of galaxies. "Do you like it?"

You look over at him and catch his proud, teasing smile. "Are you showing off for me, Asra?"

"Oh, MC." They pull you closer as you plummet down together, the slowly sinking softness giving way to a sea of stars. You float weightless next to them, their curls bending starlight around the two of you

"Surely you know I can do better than that."

It takes a promise to join him again before he agrees to wake up with you

Nadia

The first thing you're conscious of is a dull, repetitive roar just above your head. You don't feel weightless, exactly, but you do feel like you're floating, your feet bearing half the weight they're used to

You look up towards the soothing rush above you, and that's your first glimpse of this place.

Crystal arches meet high above your head, golden specks scattered across the tops like snow, and the sound you're hearing is that of sparkling pink-blue waves breaking over the top

Your eyes slowly trail down the spires, catching nostalgia laden pockets of solitude, and land on a familiar figure. "Nadia!"

She straightens and turns to you, eyes wide. The silver clockwork floor below her whirs to life and begins to click and squeeze the space between you until she's close enough to touch

"MC?" One of her hands trails down your cheek in wonder. "You aren't the MC I see in my dreams, you're my MC. How did you come to be in this place?"

"I don't know." You lean into her touch as the floor continues to whir and click and chime. "Did you build this place?"

She knits her brows and looks out past the crystal pillars, watching the golden specks from the ceiling settle into a beach at her feet. "I did not build it ... but I believe it is my domain to claim."

Her robes shimmer into something lighter and shorter as she steps off of the clockwork and onto the shimmering sand. Her hair floats idly around her shoulders when she turns back to look at you

"Care to join me?"

You reach out for her hand and the golden gear below you poofs into beach. "Is this where you try out new clothing designs?"

She laughs, a floral breeze picking up to pull the hair out of her face, and lightly traces her fingertips from one shoulder, along your collarbone, to the other shoulder, raising an eyebrow at you

"It's worth the view." You look down to see what she's changed your normal nightwear to, and your blush makes your vision swim

You wake up to see her sketching her design for you before she forgets

Muriel

Silence has never felt so vibrant

When you open your eyes you're in something like the Tarske Forest, only, it seems to have folded into a very large square

Looking up gives you the most grounded sense of calming vertigo, because you're in fact looking down at the tops of the trees above you, and further past them to the mossy ground

Gravity feels alive here, like it's taking slow, deep breaths, and the subtle heartbeat beneath your feet holds them steadily to the ground

You start to explore, subconsciously matching your breathing to the intense quiet. You reach the first wall of the forest quickly, where the ground takes a ninety degree angle straight up

One more step, and the world rolls over, what used to be the ground a wall behind you and the wall before you now your path. You hear the forest give a sigh, and then there's Muriel

The silence is too sacred to speak, so you whisper and hope it forgives your impudence. "Muriel - did you make this?"

He takes your hand in his and guides you to sit, a mossy root rising up to support your weight. He's hesitant to speak, his low murmur somehow making the silence quieter. "I didn't build this. It's just ... me."

The verdant sanctuary makes a little more sense now. You look at the tight set of his shoulders and risk another whisper. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to intrude."

He looks at you in surprise. "How did you get here?"

You answer with a shrug. He averts his gaze, face reddening as he pouts slightly over your earlier apology. "... I guess I don't mind."

The forest cube isn't very pleased with his roundabout answer. Soon enough, the world feels like a roundabout as it rolls again with no warning and you land on top of him in the moss

"I - I'm so sorry," you murmur as you push yourself off of his chest, "I didn't mean to -" and you're cut off as the horizon turns again

"Don't be," he grunts, blushing as he catches himself from crushing you entirely

You wake up to the sound of your rolling lover landing on the floor with a heavy thud

Portia

You open your eyes to pouring golden sunlight and the sound of steel striking against steel. You sit up on your massive, leather-bound book to see Portia sitting cross-legged on an open page

She's leaning forward, eyes trained on whatever landscape is behind you, pumping her fist and cheering breathlessly to whatever the noise signifies

You stand and call her name. "Portia?"

"Yes?" She's blinking up at you, apple halfway to her mouth. "Oh, MC. Take a seat, you're just in time for the 'and there was only one bed' trope."

You plop down on the cushion next to her and scoop some bread pudding into your hand in lieu of a bowl. "What bed are we looking for?"

"That one." She points the core of her pear at the double bed in front of you, two chemistry-laden figures standing awkwardly by a patchwork quilt as the snowstorm rages outside. "Wait, MC?!"

You're pulled back from the enticing scene in time to see Portia's eyes widen comically. She grabs your sleeve in her hand and starts to shake you gently

"What are you still doing here? You usually just float away or join me in the book, don't tell me - are you in my dream?" You nod. "Im so haopy to see you! How did you do that?!?"

"I don't know how I did it. I fell asleep, and here I am."

The smile she sends you makes your landscape of pages glow golden and she tackles you with a hug, knocking you back into the massive printed page you two are sharing

"I have so much to show you! Oh! The detective one first!" The light vanishes and the two of you are standing in a grey drizzle, looking at horses pulling black chariots over a foggy city's cobblestone streets

"Wait! No! The castle one!" Now you're looking out at rolling, heather-covered fields beneath a silver mist sky from an old stone tower

"No, wait!" Portia shouts again, and now you're flipping through more scenery than you can keep track of into oblivion

You wake up to her grimacing with the beginnings of a headache

Lucio

The smell hits you first

Rich food, wine, perfumes, and flowers are already swimming through your nostrils when the noise registers. Thousands of voices, chattering, cheering, and laughing

And in the middle of all the madness, a voice you'd recognize anywhere: "Drinks for everyone! Food for everyone!! Celebrate!!!"

That's your cue to open your eyes. You're in a palace somehow ten times more opulent than the one in Vesuvia, with chandeliers hanging from chandeliers and literal fountains of wine

It takes you all of three seconds to spot Lucio - he's in the middle of it all, calling for delicacies and performances to be rolled out nonstop to the crowd gathering around him

It takes him all of two minutes to spot you struggling through the partygoers, and he lights up immediately. "MC! MC, join me!"

You're suddenly at a table with him halfway up a flight of stairs, an empty place setting in front of you. Lucio's peacocking around you as you try to shout over the noise and explain what's happening

"Lucio, I'm in your dream!"

"No, MC!" He declares with everyone present, "You are my dream!"

It's hard not to be flattered and swept up with the way everyone present cheers for his announcement, but you want to make sure he knows what's happening, so you catch a flying hand and tug

He's immediately drawing you close with a delighted smile. "MC, you want to dance first? Director, give us music!"

But it seems instead of playing the waltz he's hoping for, the musicians sit on their instruments and start singing opera

"Lucio, this is a dream! I'm in your dream, with magic!"

He lights up. "Magic, of course! Begin the performance, my MC wants to see magic!" He pauses in confusion as the orchestra turned choir begins to put on costumes for a play. "Magic? But MC, you're a magician, why would you want to see magic?"

It's the sound of fireworks going off in the chandeliers that wakes you. Lucio leaps off his pillow right after with a surprised grunt

"MC," he says breathlessly, "I want to do that again. Teach me!"

[glamourgirl777]

Valdemars reaction to their significant other getting possessed by another/lesser demon?? 👀

(Sorry I've been so inactive there is so much shit going on atm 💀)

Feel free to request any other hcs!!

Valdemar's reaction to their s/o being possessed by a lesser demon.

I feel like valdemar would notice it VERY quickly

They are so observant that they would instantly know something is off.

I think that their first course of action would be to slip in a few random questions into a conversation just to see if their theory is right.

When proven correct

They would sit said demon/you down and ask them to leave with their signature scary smile and wide eyes.

And if that didn't work

then you best believe that valdemar would've definitely already looked into exorcisms.

Being a demon themselves they'd enlist the help of a preist to do it for them if not scaring them into it.

With the demon possessing their s/o knowing that they know valdemar would either be very careful in excectuing the exorcism or they would just slam you on their vivisection table and get to work.

When the demon would've finally leaving their beloved they would definitely start placing cloaking spells onto their s/o whenever there out of their sights.

(Sorry this is so short lmao)

[xaharadesert]

Are They Watching Barbie or Oppenheimer? - Headcanon Pt 2

Arcana Characters (Courtiers)

A/N: an anon has requested a follow-up, and I am more than happy to oblige!

🍷Valerius🍷

He’s a pretentious man, so he claims to be above the drama, and says he’s not seeing either

And publicly, he’ll stick to this

However, he will be acquiring Barbie through potentially illegal means to watch it alone at home on opening night

🪱Vlastomil🪱

The worms vote for Barbie, so that’s what they will be seeing

He rents out the theatre to bring his “children” with him

The biggest problem is that he does this with the very first showing, so pretty much everyone hates him

🩸Vulgora🩸

Oppenheimer, 100%

However, they’re disappointed with the lack of violence. They expected more.

Will not be seeing Barbie, unless they hear that it somehow has more violence than Oppenheimer

🍖Volta🍖

Another true Barbie girlie!

Super excited to see it, and buys an ungodly amount of snacks (they were planning on sneaking snacks in, and even though they were successful, they still went back and bought the theatre snacks as well)

Tears up a little when the movie starts

Does not see Oppenheimer; simply no interest

💀Valdemar💀

True neutral

Does end up watching Oppenheimer first, but is also sorely disappointed by how respectful the film is being

Ends up watching Barbie immediately after; nobody knows why, or what they think about it. They never mention it again

[soullessseraphim]

I also wanna ask, how was your experience with Journey, having in mind you have the Journey's character in both photo profiles

And also, the Journey guy meeting Valdemar?

OR VALDEMAR AS THE JOURNEY GUY?????

Ah yes journey

ACTIVELY FUCKING SOBBING AND ROLLING ON THE FLOOR THAT GAME SQUEEZED MY SOUL 😭😭😭🪦

/pos ofc. Amazing. 100/10. The ost. The visuals. The story. The gameplay. It is a game made with the HEART and you can TELL and OH LORD.

"It's a bit reminiscent of traditional Zadithian clothing. I sort of like it."

[oracles-enclave]

Welcome to The Oracle’s Enclave!

Server info!

• 15+ only!

• Must be semi-lit at MINIMUM

• We love OCs! Feel free to add some!

•You will have to audition for a canon role!

Hey, I’m tricking you into reading my intro! Scroll down for taken characters, invite status, and ask box status!

I’m the one and only mod, Princey! I’m the Julian roleplayer for this server, and I’ll be running it near-constantly! Although I do have a life and occasionally touch grass. I am not a server mod, I am a lowly peasant, so any mod questions may take a minute as our server mods touch grass too!

NOW ONTO THE MAIN EVENT…

TAKEN CHARACTERS!

(last updated 11/2/24)

M6:

Julian Devorak- TAKEN (by yours truly!)

Lucio Morgasson- TAKEN

Portia Devorak- TAKEN

Nadia Satrinava- TAKEN

Muriel- OPEN!!!

Asra Alnazar- TAKEN

COURTIERS:

Valdemar- TAKEN

Volta- OPEN

Valerius- TAKEN

Vulgora- TAKEN

Vlastomil- TAKEN

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[maximwtf]

“I’ll promise you this.”

                                  Julian Devorak x Reader

words: 1200

google docs pages: 2.5

Warnings: description of the red plague and the symptoms, death.

opening: Julian is so busy working on the cure for the plague, that he doesn’t notice you, his apprentice falling ill. He comes to find out about your condition when he finds you locked in his office. 

AN// Does this fandom have any demand on here anymore? I have no idea. I’ve still come back to this fandom after all these years, because I saw 1 picture of Julian on my Pinterest feed. (Reader can be any gender)

                                 “I’ll promise you this.”

It had started as a simple cough, and if you hadn’t been working as hard as you were, you might have realised that it wasn’t just a simple cough. Being Julian’s apprentice made you work as hard as you could for the cure, which led you to ignore your own health most of the time. This all put together got you to ignore the symptoms of the very thing you were searching a cure for. But you not noticing what had been going on, didn’t mean that no one had noticed. As the cough got worse and your temperature began to rise, Valdemar noticed. 

It was already night, and you had been planning to leave soon, only collecting some of your things from the dungeons before getting out of there. A voice caught your attention, you weren’t alone anymore. “Doctor 069 left you something in his office. He requested for you to see it as soon as possible.” Valdemar’s cold voice said. You could only let out an agreeing hum, accompanied by a firm nod. You snapped your bag shut, and slowly swayed your way to Julian’s office. You could tell there was a fever rising in your body, and by today you had come to accept the fact that you had fallen ill without noticing. A nasty cough escaped your mouth but that didn’t startle you, the slam from behind you did. It was as if your body turned around on its own to see what had happened. The office door had been slammed shut, and before you could speak a word the key on the other side of the door turned, clicking it locked. “W-what?” You asked, leaning on the wooden table behind you. “You obviously got a case of the plague. We can’t have you getting others ill as well, can we?” Valdemar’s cold voice replied as they walked away. The heels of their shoes clicked against the hard floor, before disappearing completely.

You slumped down onto Julian’s chair, chest feeling heavy. It was true that you’d be a danger to others out there, but this wasn’t the place you would have ever thought of having to die in. Gaze following along and slumping down to your hands, you could see the redness starting from the tips of your fingers, soon it would spread more. This morning your left eye had seemed a little red, and by now it must have been worse. There was no mirror to fact check that from, but you had taken care of enough patients to know how the symptoms progressed. Time would pass in the cold dungeons, and as the fiver would rise you’d slowly start to get more delirious. 

Time passed, but you couldn't count the hours anymore. Your vision felt blurry and a cold sweat kept you feeling uneasy. The only sound you could hear were the bugs in the pit, feeding on their latest meal. It disgusted you, or would have if you weren't in the delirious state you had thought about earlier. Nothing made sense, time felt like it didn’t exist anymore and sometimes when you gained a little bit of your sense back you’d find yourself either sitting on the cold floor or sitting on the chair with your head in your hands. Your body shook. 

Through all this, you couldn’t hear what was going on outside the small office. But someone had heard you, heard the heavy breathing and painful sounding coughs. Julian had a worried look on his face as he fumbled with his keys, clicking the lock open and revealing your worn out form, leaning against the table. “Y/n!” He exclaimed as the keys fell from his hands, clinking as they went down. The doctor was quickly by your side, leaning you off of the table to get a look at you. “Open your eyes for me dear.” He said silently, tapping your cheek a little to get you to cooperate. His eyes went over your form frantically, not even noticing that he was biting down on his bottom lip. A groan left your mouth as you opened your eyes, gaze wandering around the grim room. That was enough for Julian to see the scleras of your eyes had turned red. The one that had started to go earlier was a deeper shade, the other had just begun the process. Julian took a napkin from his coat, wiping the cold sweat from your forehead in a desperate attempt to help you. Your hand shook as it lifted up to take a hold of his wrist, barely hanging on. “Stop. You’ll get infected.” You groaned out, looking up at him. His eyes on the other hand were on your palm, watching the red that had spread even more from the tips of your fingers. “How did I not notice…” He scolded himself the same way you had seen him do many times in the past. “We’ve both been busy.” You mumbled as a response, feeling the sense in you being pulled away by the high fever.It almost felt like something was taking over you, not allowing you to think properly. 

A loud rumbling noise filled the room as Julian sweeped half of the items from the table to the floor, some of them he slid into a compartment. “Come on dear, we’ll get you all healed up.” He murmured as he lifted you to the table, laying you to your side, in a position he had found the patients at this stage found the easiest to breathe in. “I’ll get some leeches and we’ll-” His almost frantic voice said, not being able to hide his sheer panic and regret much longer. “There is no need for that.” You growled out, trying to keep a hold of your mind as it spiralled. “Surely you don’t think I’m leaving you to die here?” The doctor said in a desperate attempt to lighten the mood, mostly for himself. “What is there to do?” A much weaker cough escaped from you. “If you wish to help me, find the cure after I pass. Then my work was not for nothing.” You added slowly, the fever making you see things. You might have only been an apprentice, but you knew what a good fever was capable of. Your comment seemed to have stunned Julian in a way for a moment, since he didn’t say anything. 

The doctor's hands had formed into fists, anger in him boiling as the knowledge of not being able to do anything for you slowly set in. Could have he prevented this if he had noticed earlier? You didn’t deserve this. If anyone deserved this, it was him. He should be laying on that table, alone. Julian easened his jaw, and spoke up. “I’ll find the cure. I’ll promise you that my dear.” He looked down, hair falling over the white raven-like mask. There was no response from you anymore, and wouldn’t be for a long time. 

[greyspirehollow]

Bound. For... Science. [Request]

Pairing : Quaestor Valdemar x gn! reader

Fandom : The Arcana visual novel

Warnings : brief depiction of scientific stuff ; fluff

Summary : Could you have imagined that the scary and mysterious Quaestor Valdemar would become the person you see on a daily basis? Probably not. You even have a surprise for them...

They didn't pay much attention to you at first. Nor did you pay much attention to them. If you were honest with yourself, you probably couldn't have seen it coming. Once they started looking into your general direction however, you couldn't be any more nervous. You can't exactly remember how or when it started, but they had crept up on you so many times that you couldn't keep count anymore. Good thing your heart wasn't too jumpy (to their greatest disappointment).

You were minding your own business in the library, devouring a tome written by probably your favorite scientist : the genius who is Wilfried Magnes, an eminent biologist who had just published the third part of his theory on the evolution of species, this volume being dedicated to camouflages. You were so absorbed by the author's words that Valdemar had to clear their throat to get your attention. Your head whipped around at the sound, and you let out a relieved sigh. You were about to speak but they interrupted you : "Come. I would like to show you something..." and with that, they tugged three books out of the library's bookshelf, opening a secret passage. Your eyes widened as they grinned. Oh they were going to have fun scaring the sweet heavens out of you. You reluctantly closed your book, tucked it under your arm and went down with them.

You'd half expected the elevator to just give up and drive you both down to your respective deaths, but it seemed to be holding itself together. And that is the days you reached Valdemar's dungeons. They looked... Undeniably giddy. It was fun to scare mortals after all. And well... You didn't feel... the best. You hesitantly followed them, the strong smell of blood and iron hitting your nostrils, making your nose scrunch and a discreet cough escape you. And they seemed unfazed, inhaling the dungeon's scent blissfully. The more steps you took forward, the less you were sure you'd come out of this alive. You two then reached the main hall, operation tables lined across the walls and seemingly frozen in time since the last time they were used. Your eyebrows knitted in worry, your gaze falling onto Valdemar who had a wide, sharp-toothy grin on full display. "This-" they gestured around "-is *my* haven. The heart of all my works, where lies the remains of the most unspeakable procedures one can think of. Feast your eyes, maybe this is, who knows... the last thing you'll see~" your heart thumped violently against your ribs, and your eyes couldn't look away from- oh, what was that?

Your gaze landed on something behind them, in the faint distance : a shelf, upon which rested various things, but it is the white spot that caught your attention. You gasped, and it is as if all your fears... vanished. Wiped out in a snap of fingers. You excitedly walked over to the shelf, put your book aside, and took the human skull in your hands. "Gods, that's a beautiful specimen!" you exclaimed "how did you manage to extract it- i-it's in perfect condition ! what did you use to clean it? no don't tell me- let me guess- uh hydrogen peroxide* ? or did you clean it by hand?? Who- no wait ; I think it's... it's definitely a man's, and I'd say in their... in their 40's? something? did you-" you interrupted yourself with another gasp as you spotted the wet specimen of a heart sitting on the shelf. You carefully put the skull down "wait wait wait- you do not have a heart contaminated by a dark magical parasite- you do !!! How did you even get your hands on that ?? How did you remove it without getting- no way, you have- NO, stop it-" then your hands reached for a small closed test tube "you do not have a sample of a necromancer's magical decay !!! Where the hell do you even go to get that ?!" you gasped and picked up and examined specimen after specimen, object after object, rambling aloud. Valdemar could only watch with utter confusion as you rummaged excitedly through the shelf, all giddy. But soon, they grinned ; they seemed genuinely excited at the idea of explaining each and every single procedure they went through for each item, and so they went to stand by your side as they started rambling themselves. Your excitement was contagious - mainly because they didn't exactly have anyone else to share their passion with. And so when they started to go on about every recent experiment they'd done you clasped your hands together, looked them in the eyes, and said, determined : "teach me."

And that's when you became Quaestor Valdemar's apprentice. You two would spend most of your time in the dungeons, and at times you would giggle excitedly when performing a dissection with them, or when you found something exciting. Ah, science. Wonderful science. The word got around eventually, when people saw you practically live at the Palace and with your very own labcoat, gloves and apron. Countess Nadia eventually gave you one of the guest rooms to reside in, and that's basically when your new life began. At times, you would conduct experiments of your own in your basement. You did it before you'd met Valdemar, but now that you had a person to show your work to, one can say you'd become productive. You had obviously endlessly rambled about Magnes' theories of evolution to them, and they happily reflected upon it with you. The Quaestor had even brought up a few names they knew, and well, despite being somewhat outdated (and for some proven wrong and so put a little on the side in scientific history), and when I mean outdated I do mean dating at least a millenia back, you had heard of or read about some. Sometimes you would pester them with tons of questions about the scientific breakthroughs and theories of their own epoch, and they did reluctantly reply to some of them, despite your unquenchable thirst for every piece of knowledge you could get your hands on (the mind of a great scientist).

You loved the time you spent with them. But there was one thing you were particularly excited about... You hadn't told them yet. You'd simply mentioned how it would be nice to go for a simple walk in the streets of Vesuvia, enjoy the sunlight and the fresh air -because as much as you liked the dungeons and your basement, you didn't exactly appreciate the smell down there, unlike them- and to your surprise, they'd agreed. You'd reserved your places in advance, thankfully, because you knew that despite being relatively niche still, it was nonetheless booked by all the other scientists of the city. And of neighboring cities. And countries. Now that you thought about it- the scientific field was a rather closed circle, but people really came from everywhere. Anyways. As D-day approached, you couldn't help but feel both excited and anxious. Valdemar seemed to have noticed : you were talking a lot faster than usual, and your movements were a bit less organized than they usually were. You'd always dismissed it, saying it was only 'seasonal'. Not sure how you could prove that to them, but they didn't question you further. When the day finally came, you were absolutely restless. You laid there in your bed, it was probably... 3 AM. And you were successively falling asleep and waking up by periods of thirty minutes. Gods, this was torture... You tried tiring your eyes by reading Magnes, and... It worked, actually. You sighed as you finally managed to sleep through a few more hours before sunrise.

But once you did wake up for good... Oh you were worse than a grasshoper. You couldn't even focus on the experiment with Valdemar- you couldn't even stay sitting for more than two seconds. When the clock struck noon, you agitated even more, insisting that you and them go on that walk in Vesuvia NOW. They initially resisted, but their patience ran thinner and thinner with your insistence. "fine, FINE ! We'll go on that stupid walk!" they said, irritated. If you were honest with yourself, you would've dragged them by the horns if they'd continued to refuse. They sighed, annoyed, as you gripped their arm and pulled them out of the dungeon. Valdemar knew something was up. No human -especially not you- was so excited about a walk in the streets. You were definitely up to something, and they didn't like the fact that they didn't know what it was. But your (nearly feral) eagerness did ease a bit of their concern : it was entertaining to see you so jumpy. You'd not talked about anything scientific on the way to your... surprise. You were afraid that you might accidentally spill the beans. And you wanted it to remain the most surprise it could be. You both walked the busy streets of Vesuvia, the sun hitting your labcoats, reminding you that they were actually a clear color, nearly white, making you squint your eyes every time you glanced at Valdemar. Now that they thought about it... They weren't exactly used to the outdoors. They haven't been recently, anyway. It was nice to feel the warm sun on the skin of their face again... They allowed themselves a small smile behind their mask.

After what felt like endless turns, you smiled with undeniable joy as you both reached your destination. You walked a few steps ahead of them and cheerfully announced : "Tadaaa ! Welcome to the Third Edition of Vesuvia's annual Scientific Exhibition !!", with a wide and toothy smile. Valdemar's eyes widened slightly. They'd never heard of this event before... They looked at the building which hosted it, and the crowd of what were definitely scientists -or at least curious souls- lined up at the entrance, the sun hitting the bright red of the laid out carpet and the banners on the walls, embroided with the event's symbol. You excitedly waited for their reaction. They smiled and looked back at you "ooh, so that's what you were all jumpy about..." you chuckled, slightly embarrassed "I really wanted it to be a surprise..." you said sheepishly. They hummed : "well, that is definitely a pleasant surprise... Shall we go in?" You nodded eagerly as you went to wait in line with them. They struck conversation as you both waited :

"What does... what happens there, if I may ask?

-Well, it is an event that allows scientists of all backgrounds to come and show off either their discoveries or their handiwork. There are also often books and manuals being sold, as well as materials and products -ouh, I could definitely use a few brand new scalpels- but there can also be specimens. Last year I've seen reconstruction of animal skeletons, things like that.

-My, that is most interesting... *they replied, their eyes sparkling with interest* I do hope this will be a fruitful experience.

-Oh, it most definitely will!

-How come I have not been informed of such event? You said it was annual?

-Well, it's still very niche, and not many people outside the scientific field know about it.

-But the Countess must've known, no? Third edition- meaning this is the third year they're doing this. Ooh, or maybe it was put on hold during the years of the Plague... Meaning it was Lucio who-... Hm. He most definitely wouldn't have told me. He must've said yes for the event to be hosted without even giving it proper attention. Tsk.

*you chuckled*

-Well, now we're here, and I'm pretty sure the Countess will give the exhibition a bit more care and attention from now on..."

You both arrived at the reception, and the man behind the desk looked up to both of you "Ah, greetings, Misters.. Misses...?"

"Doctor." you both replied at the same time, on a nearly identical tone. The receptionist raised an eyebrow and blinked, before reading over his list "hm.. Ah yes ! I do have two Doctors : Dr. Y/N and Dr. Valdemar?" you beamed "that is us!" the receptionist nodded and handed you a quill "I'm just going to need you both yo sign here..." and you both did. The man bid you a good visit and you both walked into the building, excited to see what would the exhibition hold for your curious eyes. Valdemar had noticed the little paper at the entrance, and decided to tease you about it : "You didn't take the couple's discount?" you briefly froze in your tracks and stammered "wh- uhm I didnt- I ju- uh... Should I have?" They laughed "No, I just thought maybe you could've spared a little bit of money... Those places were expensive, no?" your cheeks reddened and you frowned "don't worry about that- Let us enjoy science!!" They nodded and followed you through the building.

And the event did NOT disappoint. You went from person to person, lingering on some more interesting than others. you bought supplies, both for the dungeons and for your own little experiments at home, and you and Valdemar spent a copious amount of time with a surgeon, Dr. Milestone, who had successfully extracted a whole human nervous system, which was on full display under a glass protection for you to admire. Both of you swarmed him with questions, undoubtedly interested. Maybe you had even... Intimidated him somewhat. If it weren't for the exhibition's most interesting part, you would probably have spent a lot more time with him. You both walked into a separate room, which was basically a small amphitheater, and when you sat down, an auction began. There were various specimens -live or dead- being sold, but you hadn't managed to get your hands on any, despite the juicy offer of an amnesic brain and two hundred coins for a complete collection of the tools of the late scientist Oscar McArthy, a reference in the world of science... But that was a very little loss compared to the amazing afternoon you spent with Quaestor Valdemar. And they seemed to be thinking the same thing. However, around 5PM, you'd lost them in the crowd. Unable to catch a glimpse of them, you went and waited by the entrance, thinking it would be the most logical thing to do. They appeared again around half an hour later, and before you could scold them, they apologized, and you weren't so upset anymore.

Eventually, you both returned to the Palace around the evening. You didn't head straight for the dungeons however... Your legs felt weak and all the excitement, all the attention and focus you gave the exhibition had drained you. You let yourself slump down onto the couch of one of the drawing rooms with a groan, already feeling your eyelids begin to weight and threaten to close. Valdemar only chuckled at the sight "Can I at least sit down, too?" you briefly sat up "oh- yes, sure.. sorry" and made room for them. But as soon as they sat down, they grabbed a pillow, placed it on their lap and patted it gently. Your eyes widened at the invitation, and before you could wonder why they'd even done that, they said : "it's the least I can do for such a wonderful afternoon.". You didn't need to be told twice. Your head slumped down on the pillow on their lap and your eyes closed with a comfortable sigh.

It's not before they were sure that you were knocked out asleep that they started gently running their fingers through your hair...

*nota bene : I am in no way a scientist, so I may give inaccurate depictions of certain elements in the story.

Bonus !!______________________________

The following day, around breakfast, Valdemar came up to you : "I didn't have time to give you that yesterday - you were pretty tired." they handed you your copy of Magnes' theory on camouflage and you raised an eyebrow "what do you mean? I hadn't lost it..." you opened it and your eyes nearly popped out of your sockets- there, on the first page, was a handwritten dedication :

"Y/N, may your thirst for science and knowledge never quench"

-W. Magnes

"you.... when did you ...?" your voice squeaked as you stood up from your seat. Valdemar only smiled smugly. "He was surrounded by quite the crowd... We didn't even notice him, near the auction room. But I did manage to capture his attention briefly." You didn't even question how they'd gotten the book -since you were pretty sure you'd left it at the Palace- or the fact you missed the chance to see your favorite scientist, you were nearly crying, this was just so sweet of them to do-

You nearly knocked them off their feet with the force of your hug "oooowhhh, Valdemar !!" you squeaked out "there there, it's nothing." they said, patting your back, seemingly amused "I could kiss you-" you said. "ah- maybe not for such a futile favor?" the replied, a little embarrassed. You didn't care, but if they didn't want to be kissed, you wouldn't kiss. But you wouldn't let go of them either.

"Y/N, will you let me go now, it's roughly been three hours-"

[macabremayhem]

I got into WIPs, but there are finished drawings, so in this case my conscience is clear. :D

So, how it started:

How it's going:

(The "Sketch>Finished Art" team, I'm with you guys. Seriously, I really think that coloring is not my strong suit. However, I myself love the dark palette more than the bright one, but I just appreciate the contrasts that WasteOfPlace usually adds.

Like here.

Or here.

However, this is no reason to stop drawing on my own. I don't like to bother my team with my own petty whims. :D /L. S./)

And I hope Anon with the "Valdemar x Julian playlist" request is still here. Someday I will drop the whole playlist, I promise.🫀

(I am synaesthete and I love the dark-blue palette of early Apocalyptica so much. "Not strong enough" is not "the early Apocalyptica™ era", but indeed the Julian POV.)

[angeledeggs]

Hey! Xx can you please do a HC for the courtiers having a S/O that they’ve known since they were humans? Like the S/O probably became a demon In order to stay with them.

I sure can! Btw, this was SO fun to write<3!!

Valerius🍷:

He's so very touched to have you. He's self conscious and though most don't know it, you know after being with him for so long.

"Are you sure you still want me?" He'll whisper to you at night. "Don't you want something better than me?"

When he was younger, he would shrug away your touch and scoff at you. He dosent know how he managed to keep you. But now he doesn't. He finds one of his only stress relievers to be at night when you two cling to each other.

If you ever become a demon for him or do something supernatural to stay with him, he will definitely cry.

How could you still love him? How could someone as sweet and beautiful as you love a corrupt man such as himself?

It's not long before he asks you to marry him. He should have a long time ago. But he finds the matching wedding bands ease the ache in his heart often.

Vlastomil🐛:

He's very old. He can't remember how many generations he's lived through. How many people he's seen die. But you never do. And it's not long before he realizes what you've done.

He confronts you, begging for you to say that you haven't done anything wrong to extend your lifespan for him, but he takes one look at your eyes, and he knows.

He's so mad at first. Why did you have to stay with him? He didn't deserve you, anyway. You just had to commit yourself to him in such a way...

He sheds many tears in his office.

But one day he just can't handle distancing himself from you anymore. You're the love of his life-- he shouldn't have distanced himself from you at all, oh, he's so sorry.

He can barely explain his apology in between tears, but he gets the point across well enough when he fumbles with his own rings, when he messily slips one onto your fingers, when he drops to his knees before you.

Valdemar💉:

They never ask you how you live as long as them. They already know why. You're their beloved, and as long as you are happy, they are aswell.

At night they find themselves turn to your sleeping form and hesitate to touch you. Their fingers are claws, their skin is no longer it's natural shade, but green, they have horns. They do not deserve you. They deserve not even to gaze upon you. In their eyes, you are still the sweetest human in the world.

Only when you plead with them to finally hold you like they used to do they give in. They have missed your warmth in their cold, dead arms.

The very same night they finally hold you after so long, they blurt it out. "Marry me." They whisper. "What?" You manage. Valdemar's eyes are teary. They force your head to look away with a hand at your jaw. They tremble against your back, your form pressed against their chest. Their tears are cold against your hair. "Marry me." They repeat.

Your ring is made of iron and bone.

Volta🍰:

She's so touched that you've stayed by her side for so long. She dosent like to think of it, though. She feels a lingering dread in her belly when she does. Why, you're human, it's such a surprise you've lasted as long as her. She is a demon after all, the only way you could last as long as her is if you--

Oh, no. No. You shouldn't have done that at all, you shouldn't have become a demon just for her. Why would you do that?

She loves you more than anything, you're her darling, why would you do such a thing? She finds herself constantly crying at night, distraught even as you comfort her.

She can barely eat or talk to the other courtiers she's so upset, so angry at herself for not noticing and intervening sooner. She should have noticed! She should have noticed that you became a demon like her...

Two demons. She contemplates this for a long time. Two demons, together. A sudden thought strikes her.

She runs to you in the middle of the day. She trips over many things, but it's fine, she needed to do this on her knees anyway. She scrambles to your legs, still on her knees, and clasps your hands in her own, and declares her offer of marriage.

She has no ring for you. But she has a bangle on her wrist. And so that shall be your wedding ring.

Vulgora⚔️:

They would be happy forever if only besides you. They always told themself that. And it's so true. They love you so much, more than anyone, more than anything.

And they had always just assumed you were human like when you both met

They don't think much of you living as long as them, at first. They don't pay attention to many things, after all. And then one day, they're just looking at you when they realize, that, oh. That's why you lived so long. It's because you're like them.

They don't know what to think, they're kind of numb to it at first. How could they not notice?

They think of it for a long, long time. Such a long time. They are unusually quiet. And then one day they just embrace you so tight your back cracks, their muscles tight and tense.

Pressed in an embrace, they present to you their oldest sword, and they beg for your hand in marriage, to commit themselves to you as you had commit themselves to them.

❀