#vulgora x mc

[sxftkxssxs]

I love your writing when it comes to the arcana! We’ve seen the main 6 with a winged mc- but what about the courtiers? (Idk how specific we can get with the asks so you can ignore this next part) and if winged mc would occasionally make bird noises- like squawking or chirping depending.

you can absolutely get specific! I love hearing everyone's ideas and how they expand on the original!! I'm very glad you like my writing!

Courtiers with a Winged!MC

Volta

Resident Sweetheart thinks your wings are absolutely gorgeous!

She'd love to look closer one of these days but hey-! Was that food she saw over there?

Volta admires from afar for the most part, if you can get her curiosity to get the better of her for a moment she'll willingly investigate with your permission!

She doesn't have the patience to run her hands through your feathers though, you might wanna find someone else for that job.

If you give her one of your feathers she's immediately tearing up, promising to keep it safe for you.

She probably ends up wearing it somewhere or hiding it in a spot she specifically picked out for it.

She doesn't mind if you chirp or squawk! She might think there's a lose bird and get excited at first but she gets used to it.

Valerius

Oh, is he enamored.

He LOVES your wings. He thinks that they're the epitome of beauty.

If you have feathers and allow him to run his fingers through them he'll be completely at peace. Can you blame him? Pretty and soft things are too good to pass up.

Gods forbid if you actually give him a feather to keep. He'll accessorize the hell out of that! Wearing it in his hair, a necklace, you name it.

If your wings are more leathery he still thinks they're beautiful! He'd still be content to brush his fingers on them every once in a while.

Purely my self indulgence coming through but I believe he'd love to help you care for your wings. He might be more into it than you.

Valerius has the best products, ushering you to the baths as soon as they arrive. In his mind, helping you with your wings in the baths is like helping someone wash their hair. Its intimate and peaceful. He might tear up the first time.

Valerius actually loves the occasional chirp, but do not squawk near him. He can try to be nice all he wants but that noise hurts his ears and is quite unpleasant to say the least.

Vlastomil

He thinks they're beautiful! Even though they represent almost the exact opposite of his gorgeous worms..

With Vlastomil he's much more content to admire with more distance than the others. Though if you insist he might think about a more close up investigation.

He'll help you with your wings if you ask him to, thought he's not as knowledgeable as Valerius so you might have to consult him beforehand.

Vulgora

They think it is absolutely BADASS!

Vulgora thinks leather wings are cooler, even if there isn't a huge difference in how they work. They'd still love them if you had feathered wings.

If you can actually fly with your wings they'll get even more excited. They'll suggest "dodging practice" and for your safety say no.

They'd be perplexed if you wanted them to brush through your feathers or just simply feel your wings. Gentle touch is absolutely foreign with Vulgora. They'll have to ease into it honestly.

Vlademar

They have questions, which is the only warning you'll get.

How do they bend? Are they identical to bird wings? Can you actually fly with them? How easily do they break?

At first you'll likely have to deal with them somewhat gently bending your wings, feeling around them, and if you have them, even occasionally leaving with some of your feathers.

When they do take some feathers they put them in a jar, yes, they have a jar. But hey! At least its your own jar?

Eventually they'll get bored of fully examining you...that is until you start chirping or squawking. That gets them interested all over again.

They aren't bothered, quite the opposite. They want to know if the noises are natural and if so, why? It'll be a long few nights for you I fear..

[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).

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[macabremayhem]

Hot take & kinda bitter pill: The main reason for the death of fandom is censorship within fandom. "This pairing is good and it's okay, but this pairing is bad and we will attack you if you ship the Wrong Pairing™ instead of the Right Pairing™".

And I have seen this many times with my own eyes. This is what people do. But what if fandom is just a fandom and pixels are just pixels? And someone is just here to HAVE FUN instead of the Morality™ Lessons? And maybe someone is even... mature enough to decide what they're like?

It's so funny to see when my posts are faved by people with "anti-proship" in their profile, because... wow, isn't my favourite OTP someone like you has claiming as proship, lol?

But not funny when you, say, look for some favourite content by relevant hashtag and see tons... of content you dislike and NOT RELEVANT, just because authors added all the hashtags for force-feeding. Thank you. But no. When I search for my favourite content on the special hashtag, I want to see my favourite content on the special hashtag. Is that a complicated concept?

Also not funny when you find the artist who draws such good stuff with your OTP and... discover that this artist has left the fandom because someone decided to be a "ship police" and attacked this artist. Thank you for that shit.

But please, can someone answer my question: why do you think your OTP is better than mine? And why do you think you can impose your opinion on me or anyone else? Are you the shining paladin in the white robe? Who do you think you are to judge us?

What can I say? Oh, I have so much to say, really. Maybe as a person who doesn't like the evil characters in the sugar syrup. Maybe as a person who makes a very clear distinction between reality and fantasy. Or, for that matter, as a person who has an opinion about common tropes in fandom and disagrees with them, based on my experience (has anyone here heard of the concept of interesting literature and why it is usually interesting? The smallest hint: it's interesting because it has realistic, well-drawn characters, even in fantasy). And for some reasons I know: even my relevant experience does not forbid to someone to have their own fantasies. And that is not even what I want to achieve.

Again. I'm not here to forbid anything, I'm here to say: leave us alone. Don't bother the creators, don't force-feed your creations to someone who doesn't share your vision.

Spoilers: NO ONE HAS TO BE LIKE YOU. People are... different? They love different things, and who are YOU to shame them? As long as it doesn't hurt anyone (really hurt!). But before you contradict me, I'll repeat: I have some personal opinions and some real background to contradict YOU. And I really don't want to start a holy war.

But why, a few months ago, I was talking to a person about the Valdemar headcanones, and they, in between, careful expressed their opinion about intersexual human!Valdemar (not AMAB, not AFAB!), to avoid conflict with others — who had never been in our conversation. WHY?! You call yourselves "an open and friendly community" and someone even friendly attacked creators like: "you can't ship Valdemar with %charactername%, they're aroace! How dare you erase the aroaces!!?" (sorry, I have problems with socialising, is that what friendly people do? *sarcasm*) and... what do I say? People with a slightly different opinion are trying to be careful! I see the artists who did NOTHING wrong, but were forced to leave the fandom. I see the artists who have been forced to publicly apologise for their art, or even delete their art. How dare you and who you are?

Don't tell anyone what to do with their fanart. Because I have seen it so many times and it is disgusting. Where someone tries to justify their headcanons like "it's ok, aroaces can be in relationships! (but only with my MC of course)", someone was forced to leave the fandom just because another someone saw themselves as the morality police.

And there were many REALLY GOOD ARTISTS. With beautiful art styles, interesting art, unusual headcanons. But all I see now... is what I see.

And I really need to say a lot more than I have. Many of these things come from my own experience (and, my fellow children, you couldn't even handle a person with a personality disorder, I guarantee it), you judge the practices you know nothing about (like BDSM), or you tell aroace creators what aroaces have to do. And if anyone should say that, it should be me. Why does the person with no empathy have more empathy than you? Why my only goal is not to forbid someone to create their M.C., even if I don't like the whole concept, but... idk. Maybe make someone think about it. Don't even defend another creators, because it's too late.

Fandom is dead because people are acting as moral police. But let's guess, what happens when I try to tell you something? What if I said: "Yes, aroaces can have a relationship with someone, but they will most likely behave differently than you imagine"? Who will be the first to accuse me of "YOU'RE FORBIDDING US TO DO WHAT WE WANT! IT'S JUST A FANTASY!"? Even if I tell you only from my own experience. Even if I repeat ten thousand times: "I can't forbid anything, my opinion is my opinion", someone will be mad about it. But it's me, the person who doesn't have the content of amazing artists because they LEAVE the fandom. Me, but not you. Because people take it too seriously or something. And why do you think it's a funny joke to leave comments like "oh, how dare you, Valdemar is mine!" or "Julian is mine, bitch, stay out!!1"? Should I bombard you with the same comments like "what a bitch with Valdemar, I don't like it, stay out!1!1"? Should it be funny? Will you laugh at it? And why don't I want to do it, even if something happens to me? Should I give a person a dose of their own medicine? Or will someone cry and not find such joke funny when it turn around?

So many questions and no answers. And for several years now I see it in the fandom. I'm tired. And I know why many people have left the fandom, and most of the time I see no content I like. But what do I see? People who don't like the content of Dorian. People who want something different and who have fucking standards that don't include attacking people who don't share their vision! People who have standards of writing quality, who want to improve their art, just to make favourite content for themselves! I see people who just want something interesting. But I see NOTHING but the original NixHydra routes, especially the first three. Or something rare, some pieces that miraculously survived. And I am not even talking about the attacks on the NH members. There's nothing special for their burnout. So, enjoy the Dorian.

Because if the fandom is sterile — this fandom is dead. Dixi.

[glamourgirl777]

What Dating The Courtiers Would Be Like ☆

(This is my personal opinion) (also feel free to send any requests abt the courtiers or the main 6)

Volta

My baby volta is new to all this so your gonna have to communicate your feelings HEAVILY.

Volta is very clingy so expect to have her attached to your hip 24/7.

Unless there's food somewhere else you ain't getting rid of her.

Vlastomil

If you so happen to find yourself dating this wormy man I would think that it could be very hard to capture his attention unless your talking about worms or palace gossip.

If you want something from him or want to talk to him dropping him subtle hints won't work at all. You'll have to tell him upfront.

Though I don't think his lack of interest in your day to day life comes from a place of malice.

it's just he's so consumed in his wormy activities that everything else goes over his head. To make the relationship work you'll both need to communicate HEAVILYYYYYYYYYY.

Vulgora

Vulgora would be really REALLY protective (maybe bordering on toxic....)

I feel like they would either be extremely affectionate with you anywhere and everywhere or be extremely reserved with their affections until behind closed doors.

Though since you captured the pontifex's attention you must be one hell of a fighter which makes them hold you in the highest regard.🤭

Vlademar

When you two first started pursuing eachother seriously I think that vlademar would love to give you very subtle acts of affection in public just to watch you squirm and get flustered.

Be prepared to have them DOTE on your health.

I also think that instead of "traditional" gifts vlademar would most likely give you cute but very morbid poems about their love for you.

Valerius

Despite how little I know about his character I just know that this man would be A MASSIVE tsundere.

He wouldn't be open with his affections until atleast a year into dating you but he would make sure that you know he loves you. (That one doesn't make sense but yk valerius doesn't make any sense either)

Also be prepared for alot of extremely drunk confessions that he will heavily regret in the morning.

[greyspirehollow]

Chains

Pairing : Quaestor Valdemar x Liam (mc oc) ; platonic Fandom : The Arcana visual novel Warnings : angst ; hurt/comfort (still not good at warning tags grgrg)

Summary : Reverse ending ; Thinking they have betrayed him by aiding Liam becoming the new Patron Arcana of Death, the Devil punishes Valdemar (nothing related to assault, don't worry). But this cruel treatment will not go unnoticed...

The room was dark. The only source of light was the faint red glow of the chains that bound the Quaestor kneeling to the floor. The air was filled with the scent of burnt papers and parchments. They could still feel the trace of the quiet tears they'd shed when the Devil left, despite keeping their face as expressionless as possible. They were pretty sure they had bruises, and the tip of their right horn threatened to fall off at any moment because of how they'd struggled against their binds. They knew their labcoat was scratched, and that their bandages were loose. They could feel strands of hair tickle the skin of their cheeks. This... was simply cruel. Unjustified. After their centuries, their millenias of loyal services, how could the Devil possibly treat them like this?? They hadn't crossed any lines, not in the terms of their deal at least... So why? Their gaze remained on the floor as they let their thoughts consume them. What else could they possibly be doing? Struggle against the chains some more? To what end? They wouldn't yield.

But their train of thoughts was interrupted by the distant muffle of voices...

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In the corridors, some of Death's troupes looked around the rooms, opening every door they could, seemingly searching for something. Or someone. The skeletons were quick and efficient as Death advanced slowly, surveilling the operation. His cape flowed softly with each step he took. The skeletal soldier's search was fruitless so far, but it was also interrupted by a red figure down the hall. "...Vulgora." Death muttered, similarly to a greeting. Probably posted there to guard the halls, the Pontifex yielded a double bit great axe. But their expression lacked the usual bloodthirst and thrill of battle. As if... They didn't want to fight. Death was skeptical ; they'd always loved fighting. But he didn't have time to reflect upon that much : they charged at his soldiers, determined, and made the bones cackle and fall to the ground each time they'd seem them rebuild themselves. Death marched towards them, and drew their sword. He did well, because the Pontifex charged at him next. He blocked their attack, momentarily face to face with them. "They're on the second floor" if it could've conveyed confusion, Death's skeletal face would've upon hearing Vulgora's words. "The last door to the left." They sounded... worried. Death nodded and pushed them off, letting them pretend to fight off part of his troupes and taking only three soldiers with him as they rushed upstairs. He heard the Pontifex pretend to chase after them, and give up once he was halfway up the stairs. He climbed the marches one after the other.

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The sounds and muffled voices grew closer. Valdemar couldn't make out the words being said -what was the point, anyway?- but could only distinguish the clinking of metal on the floor. The steps grew closer.

"General ! They're in here !"

what...?

The door was pound against, exactly five times, before it fell off its hinges, hitting the floor with a loud thud and blowing an air current that made them squint their eyes, in addition to the sudden pool of light red light pouring from outside the dark room. They caught the glimpse of four silhouettes, three human sized ones and another, more imposing, standing in the center. The three smaller frames returned into the corridor, and seemed to go keep an eye on the surrounding area, the light they basked in revealing skeletons in armor. The Quaestor's gaze then landed on the fourth shadow : it slowly started approaching. On the floor, it noticed the carcasses of journals, books, files and parchments. And a copious amount of them, too... Two little green lights served as eyes to them, and Vlademar recognized those. Their teeth greeted together, but they couldn't find anything to tell him. Liam. The reason they were in this mess in the first place... That foolish necromancer, taking the place of the thirteenth major Arcana... They briefly looked back at the ground, but their head instantly snapped back up as they saw him crouch down beside a burnt book, about to touch the crispy pitch black pages. "GET YOUR HANDS OFF OF THAT!!" They shouted, instinctively getting up on their feet, only to be dragged back down by the red chains, drawing a pained grunt out of them. Their shoulders hunched slightly. Liam's hand immobilized in the air and he looked at them. They briefly wished they could still read his expression in this moment... "...Your research." he simply commented. They knew he was right. He got up, and slowly walked towards them. Their gaze was suddenly drawn to his sword, as it morphed into a scythe in his hand. They looked up right at those greenish lights he had for eyes now, their gaze unwavering. Death towered over them... They looked at him grip the weapon with both hands and raise it above his skull. He was going to do it, wasn't he? They weren't even mad. They found themselves... Strangely determined. Fine. After all, maybe it was the greatest service he could make them in th-

SHCLANK.

THUD.

....

....

..

The chains...

He'd aimed for the chains. Eyes wide, they looked at one of the metallic binds that was snapped in two by the scythe, and had fallen to the ground. Liam then snapped the other one.

SHCLANK.

THUD.

They felt the remaining ones around their body loosen, setting their upper body free. They looked at their shaky hands, and then back up at Liam.. Confused. He'd crouched down to their level. Despite the lack of... basically anything that could convey emotions on his face, they felt no ill will or threatening aura coming from him. As if... He wanted... to help...

"Do you think you can walk?"

The lich's raspy and otherworldly voice asked. "How can I possibly trust you?" was their immediate response, which they briefly regretted. Liam didn't seem fazed however. Even... Understanding. He removed the glove of his right hand, exposing his bones to the dark room's air, and reached for one of the burnt books that laid at their feet. They were about to protest again, gripping his wrist to yank it away from the fragile paper, but as soon as one of his bony digits made contact with it, it's as if the book was reborn. The pages found their normal consistency, and their handwriting appeared through the book again. Their jaw hung slack in a mix of confusion and bewilderment. "I thought... Y-you said it didn't work with..." they looked back at his orbits, inhabited by those two green lights, their gaze unable to hide their emotion. "This is... One of Death's tricks. A very brief reversal of time. It only works on objects..." He replied, as he got up and removed his other glove, going around and picking one by one the journals, the files and parchments, each seemingly coming back to life as he touched them. Valdemar was stuck in shock, still on their knees on the floor, the overwhelming amount of emotions swarming them without a single warning. He... He had to have ulterior motives. It couldn't be out of... kindness. Their brows furrowed "What do you want?? wh-why are you doing this?!" as they got back up on their feet, their hands slightly shaky. Liam looked back at them "...Do I need a reason to help a friend?"

...

Friend...? "You mean... Fiend." "I mean... Friend." Shock appeared on their features once more. Death took a slight breath and spoke up again : "But if it is easier for you, consider this a thank you for helping me get where I am now. A... Payback, if you will." he paused, turning around to face them "But the truth is, I only wish to help." The Quaestor stood there, dumbfounded, their brows knitted together due to... Whatever emotion they were currently feeling. They observed as Liam went around the room, picking up each and every single document that the Devil had previously burnt right before their eyes. They watched as he carefully arranged it all in a pile, then a mount as more and more documents were added. They took a few steps forward, their shaky hand reaching for one of the journals, flipping through the pages, then reaching for another one, and another, and another... Tears welled up in their eyes as they held at least a dozen against their chest, crumbling back to their knees and hunching protectively over them, as if they'd vanish if they let go. Their researches... Their life's work, their reason to live... Nearly wiped out like a speck of dust. They couldn't help the tears. Yes, they could muffle their sobs, and yes, they could hide their face against the pile of journals, but they couldn't stop the subtle shaking of their shoulders... Nor the bony hand that gently settled on their back and started caressing it soothingly, Liam crouching beside them.

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After a while of such deep and sudden emotions, Death stood back up, ordering his three soldiers to fetch the others, so all of them could carry the mount of documents out of this place. Valdemar took with them as much as they could, their legs slightly wobbly from the whole ordeal, as they, Death, and the soldiers hurried downstairs. They left the damned halls of the Devil's palace, and at the entrance, the Quaestor's eyes widened as they laid upon a familiar centaur-like figure. The horse skull turned to look at them "well, would you look at that! Quaestor Valdemar, in the flesh. It's been a while" Death. Their throat tightened and they looked at the ground in shame. This... All of this was starting to become a little too much. "Cut them some slack" Liam spoke softly, patting Death's flank. "I'm going to need you to carry them home. The Devil's not been kind with them..." Death nodded, although slightly bitter, lowering themselves so Valdemar could mount them, while the lich walked on foot. The Quaestor desperately clung to the journals in their arms, and as the gentle rocking motion of Death's pace nudged them, they felt exhaustion start to close onto them, despite their best attempt to keep their eyes open and surveil the soldiers which carried the rest of their researches.

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They woke up in what looked like a cottage, resting on a couch, with a thick blanket over them and a plush pillow under their head. They blinked awake, looking around, noticing Liam sitting at a table. The lich was studying what looked like maps ; there was a warm fire going in the fireplace. Their eyes lingered on the flames for a while before returning to Liam. They observed his skeletal hands carefully holding the paper, before their red eyes looked out the window, into the snowy forest around. The sight felt much less dreadful than they remember. The soft creaking of Liam's chair drew their attention. "Ah, you're awake. How do you feel?" It was... paradoxal to have Death sound so soothing... Or maybe it wasn't. "...Better." Warm. "That is great to hear." he put the map down on the wooden table, getting up to reach for a set of keys and picked two from it. He then walked over to Valdemar and gently placed the keys in their hand. "It's to access a small shed I have built nearby. I've made it so your research could be stored there, in Death's realm." yet another emotional blow for Valdemar. But of gratitude, this time. They closed their eyes and let out a soft sigh to keep their composure. "...Thank you." Liam nodded. "It's my pleasure." He was about to return to his table when Valdemar gripped his sleeve. He turned around. They'd stood up ; they seemed to be contemplating something. Their eyes briefly scanned Liam up and down, before they gulped and extended their arms, before wrapping them around him, in a clumsy hug. A warm feeling spread in the lich's chest as he embraced their smaller frame back.

Valdemar could've never guessed Death's embrace could ever be this soft and welcoming.

[totally-not-here-for-the-smut]

... sorry, the first point had Nadia talking in my head.

"Good gods, Valerius, you can't even manage to scramble one whole demon together".

I think that it's implied that demons were humans, once. They're much different from the major arcana, much more similar to humans, and also it says the became demons, probably for some kind of ritual or pact. I think there's another suggestion in Lucio's route: we learn there that Lucio can still redeem. As a tyrant he has done some serious evil, yes, but compared to other tyrants (real/fantasy) he was a pretty chill dude after all (yes, I know, he enslaved muriel, julian and basically everyone he needed stuff from, but it is FAR from the evil we see on a daily basis irl). Basically, Lucio still have a soul. The question is: why?

option 1. is he never got through the pacts. I'm a big fan of the "each time you do X a piece of your soul goes into it", and he didn't actually sealed the pacts - which makes them invalid to some degree.

option 2., time is of the essence. Until he gets confronted by everyone, Lucio shows an incredible lack of remorse, so maybe his empathy/soul was starting to whither. The process is stopped during his route.

option 3. is forgiveness. In his route he repents and gets a BIG forgiveness from some people. In many religions and esoteric traditions this is a big deal, for it lifts the weight of evil from a soul. He's literlly saved by the characters' compassion and help from MC into being accountable of what he did.

option 4. is he no longer suits the role. Each demon excels in one very specific deadly sin. Volta is gluttony, Vulgora is Anger, Vlastomil is Sloth (as is Pilato's in the Bible, since they both were judges who didn't care to do their job) and Valerius is greed; Valdemar's harder to pinpoint, but probably is Envy: he joys from other's misfortune and often times scientists are deemed "envious of god's knowledge"... plus, he's green... "green with envy"?. The seven deadly sins are so called because they "kill" your soul -that is, they send it straight to hell... to the Devil.

Now, wasn't Lucio just perfect for Pride? Yes, until MC came into the picture and slapped him humble. This severed his link to the devil and saved him: he couldn't ascend as a demon, because he had lost what it takes, that being the embodying of a deadly sin.

And about the mortality rate... they all seem pretty dumb, except Valdemar. I bet demons get themselves killed fairly easily, but in the arcana universe this is unsurprising since we all know Nadia is the only one capable of rational thinking.

Last thing... I love that Valdemar's one and only interest during the eons has been doing science. Iconic. Big bro of ours. Would have him as a mentor 100%, Julian is an idiot.

So… demons.

The Arcana demons are such a fascinating topic to me. So here are some ramblings & questions that are a cool territory for headcanons. Why? Idk I just thought about Valdemar for 4 seconds and opened a “new post” window.

My main question is, how many of them are out there, really? We meet four (and a half, if you count Valerius I guess) but these are just the ones that happen to be around because Lucio dealt with them. I really doubt that there are no others. They are definitely less common in (most) areas outside of Vesuvia, but still, they’re out there. (Am I thinking about making some demon OCs that are pissed off at MC for messing with their boss, for that sweet post-route action? Mayhaps.)

Most of the ones we see are special in their connection to the Major Arcana, so that might have been a limiting factor in the ability to become a demon in the first place, but there is a demon that doesn’t seem to be connected to any Arcana, and thus throws that theory under the bus, I’ll talk about him a bit later.

(Then again, it’s also never explained if there can be only one person connected to each Major Arcana, but that seems very unlikely, because the Satrinava family would kinda hog almost a half of the Arcana roster. Sharing is caring, guys.)

Valdemar is distinctly different from the other demons, which is likely connected to their age, among other things - we’re talking tens of thousands of years here. I’d say Vlastomil is the second oldest, and Vulgora and Volta being relatively young (wiki says that Vulgora became a demon “sometime in the past century”, but idk what the source of that info is) But even Vlastomil is nowhere close to Valdemar.

Which makes me wonder about the reasons behind that. What’s the demon mortality rate? Most of them likely just never make it to Valdemar’s age. Some might be killed at an early stage, others are banished to the Realms, like Vulgora was. So only the really intelligent ones can “make it”.

But there is another curious case of a demon that we never even meet, aside from a single event in the Realms that was probably not him anyway:

Continua a leggere

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oh god can i ask for Mc having a date with Vulgora? (if you have time and want of course) i love how you write btw!!

Why yes of course you may!! I'm a little rusty, so forgive me 😘

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Vulgora stood outside of MC's living quarters, tapping their toes on the marble floor impatiently. Every now and again, they'd hear movement that sounded like their lovely partner was walking towards the door. But no. Once again, mc is taking forever in their pursuit to look "perfect" for their date with the explosive warlord.

Their first date was incredible, but it didn't start out that way. You see, it all started with bread.

----------first date incoming----------

Mc was having a very nice day. They awoke to gently sun rays and birds and a soft warm wind. They then had a delicious breakfast and a relaxing conversation with Asra, who somehow didn't turn the toast to ash or an icecube. Don't ask. Not even Asra knows, in all their infinite wisdom.

Next was a walk to the market to buy a loaf fresh, sweet, mouthwatering, perfect pumpkin bread. Mc had been looking forward to this all week! They had a few extra bucks to spend after paying rent... Asra.

There it was! The break maker and the pumpkin bread and the no lines! Mc made a beeline for the counter. They were a magician on a mission!

But of course Someone just HAD to be running right towards them.

I'm sorry, Running?

Yeah. No.

Vulgora was flooring it, throwing people and obstacles this way and that! They, too, were on a mission. Valdemar, in a desperate attempt to get Vulgora out of they're hair (horns?) bet Vulgora that they didn't have the "fortitude" to confess their feeling for mc and ask them on a date.

Oh, Valdemar... On bread day? It had to be on bread day?!

Mc heard the commotion and turned to see what was up, only to come face to face. Toe to toe. Eye to eye. Nose to nose with Pontifex Vulgora. They were red in the face and their gauntlets were emitting a shivering sound. Vulgora was producing a chittering noise as they stared into the eyes of their greatest battle yet.

Being emotionally vulnerable.

"MC! I-"

"It's bread day."

"Okay.. BUT LISTEN I-"

"...It. Is. Bread day. There is now a LINE for the bread... You have prevented me from getting MY pumpkin bread on BREAD day..."

Vulgora was very confused. " It's just... Bread. Right?

Mc moved in close, "I CHERISH this bread. I will FIGHT for this bread... I stayed awake and did extra readings so I could PAY for this bread." They pulled out their deck of magic cards. "I haven't slept in THREE. DAYS. For this bread. NO IT ISN'T JUST BREAD! HOW FUCKING D A R E YOU CALL THIS PUMPKIN BREAD JUST BREAD!"

Vulgora paused, fighting the urge to lean forward and kiss this bread maniac at their most beautiful After a moment they took a deep breath and yelled out, "I WILL KILL ANYONE WHO GETS IN THE WAY OF ME BUYING MY DATE BREAD!"

The crowd dispersed and Vulgora stomped up to the shaking baker man. "C-can I h-help you?"

"PUMPKIN BREAD! NOW OLD MAN! THIS IS A TIME SENSITIVE ORDER!" Three loaves of pumpkin bread we're instantly thrown into the pontifex's hands and the bread maker stated, full of fear albeit, that they were on the house.

Vulgora stomped back to mc and shoved one of the loaves into their arms.

Mc looked surprised and confused, "Date?" Is all they could manage to spit out before Vulgora grabbed their hand and began dragging them off in the direction of the colosseum.

"DATE. NOW." Vulgora's face was even redder than before, if that's possible. A couple plague beetles crawled out of the gauntlets, annoyed by the sudden shaking and shivering of the shiny metal.

Soon they were at the colosseum and mc was panting, hands on their knees, from trying their best to keep up with their manic kidnapper. Once mc regained their breath, they stood straight with the fullest intention of scolding Vulgora for making them and dropping one of the loaves. But the anger fell quickly.

They were eyeing Vulgora, who was awkwardly extending their hand towards mc with their gauntlets holding a loaf of pumpkin bread in a vice grip, averting their golden gaze towards the stands. Vulgora began to mumble.

"Wergoinonuhdaynuw."

"... What?"

"WergoinonuhDAYNUH!"

"SPEAK UP DAMN IT!"

"WE'RE GOING ON A DATE NOW! OKAY?! SO! YEAH, DEAL WITH IT, BREAD FREAK!"

Mc was flabbergasted. Not because of Vulgora 'asking' them on a date, but because Vulgora was so shy, so insecure about it.

Mc's cheeks began to burn as they took the loaf and broke it in half, giving one side to their date/kidnapper. "Ya know, if you wanted to go on a date, I would have said yes regardless. Thank you for the pumpkin bread though! No lines are best lines!" Mc giggled and took a bite of the sweet, prophecized, blessed, perfectly baked pumpkin bread, immediately 'mmm'ing and 'its so fucking good'ing.

Vulgora watched, in absolute awe. Mc would have gone with them willingly? How can they be so calm about it? Aren't they scared? Did they want to go on a date? Is Vulgora gonna smash?

But all those questions disappeared when mc opened their eyes and smiled so happily at the pontifex, making their way over and kissing their cheek. "This is very sweet, Vulgora. What did you want to do on our date?" Without missing a beat, Vulgora grabbed mc and hugged them with surprising gentleness, giving them a tight squeeze before go.

"I'm gonna give you the grand tour of my armory!" They announced proudly, chest puffed and throat chittering.

"Sounds like fun! You'll have to tell me everything about them and all their stories!"

To say Vulgora was relieved would be a massive understatement. Not only were they relieved, but they were incredibly excited to show off for an audience that seemed even more excited than they did!

Thank you Valdemar, for being annoyed with Vulgora and making this bet.

[portias-husband]

Idk if you're still doing HCs for the courtiers but if you are how do you think they'd react to a MC who is totally okay with walking in when they're trying to be intimating or threatening and just absolutely not give a f. Like for example if valdemar/volgra was in the middle of threatening their staff/worriors and MC just walks in "hi! My love. You forget your papers/knives at home xx anyway I have to go. Byeeee xxox" and kiss on the cheek and leaves.

Absolutely destroying any fear or tension in the room lol bonus points if they do it on intentionality

That sounds so funny! And cute at the same time!

Also since Valdemar is aroace, them and the MC have a queerplatonic relationship :)

Valdemar and Vulgora with an MC who interrupts them when intimidating people

- They actually find it cute, but they don’t show that on their face, just smiling that creepy smile which actually intimidates the people they are threatening more

- Actually invites you to stay and “help with the experiment” and sometimes you watch, with them going even more threatening on the people, although if you don’t stay, they will catch you up on what happened afterwards with that creepy ass grin

- They frickin love it and hate it at the same time

- Like they get to see the love of their life and have them be really cute but it also kinda undermines their whole atmosphere

- They will blush and their face will soften when they look at you, you’ll kiss them on the cheek and then turn back to the people they were threatening and start yelling at them again while you giggle

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[arcana-simp]

Could you do the M6 and courtiers realizing MC is a teenager?

I’ll be doing this in 2 parts so here's first with the courtiers.

Valdemar

Surprised

You’re their assistant in the dungeons and have been for a few years

They just assumed that you looked younger than you were and expected you to be and adult

Despite them being very impressed at your skill and ability now they know your age they will be a bit softer on you than before

You somewhat managed to grow into a child-parent dynamic with them teaching you and are willing protect you from most things

Volta

Oh she’s very excited you’re so sweet and energetic like her

Will ask you to help her with clothing and show her new foods that the kids are into

People actually assume you’re older than her because she’s so small so it’s kind of funny when they see her hovering around you like an older sibling

Or running look out for you when you two go our on midnight runs to the kitchen

Vulgora

They don’t like kids

Like full stop they think you’re weak because of your age even if you have fought them before

Will gradually warm up to you and treat you like an adult but wont fight with you on the basis that its demeaning to them to fight a child

People don’t quite believe this and think they’re very protective of you

One time when a someone tried to hit on you they yelled at him so loud you though they burst your eardrum

Valerius

Doesn’t really care

Teen adult centuries old demon he could not care less as long ad you can talk and gossip together

Surprisingly tries to drink around you less as to not be a bad influence

Takes you under his wing and let’s you coke around the palace with him on his duties when you’re allowed to

Everyone is very fond of the time you spend in the palace as he calms down around you and tries to be better

Vlastomil

He strikes me as someone who dislikes teen

Like he likes kids they’re happy to get dirty or play with worms but teens he just doesn’t like

If you happen to like or even just tolerate his interest in worms he may let you around him but it would take a while to even get him to consider letting you touch any or be around them

Would happily let you do his garden or help around outside as long as he can keep an eye on you

[crinklytinfoil]

For Day 4 of the Midsummer Masquerade: Group Sex

Words: 7287 Rating: Explicit

Relationships: Volta/Vulgora/Original Nonbinary Character Additional Tags: Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Group Sex, Threesome, Shameless Smut, Public Sex, Biting, Demon Sex, Demon Biology, Non-Human Genitalia

Summary: Finch, a Hjallan lock specialist, does not want to go to the Midsummer Masquerade. Unfortunately, they get hungry.

[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.

❀

[nikodoesstuff]

The courtiers including valerius, when mc is injured severely (not close to death, but like really hurt) pls 👁👃👁

Yessssss. Thanks for the ask!

Valerius

He’s shocked when he sees mc covered in wounds

Literally he just stands there for a solid minute, not sure what to do

Then almost screams “WHAT THE BLOODY HELL HAPPENED TO YOU” and rushes to mc to help them stand

If there are guards around he’ll order them to help carry mc to the doctor

If not, he’ll just do it himself

Surprisingly (and fortunately) his hands are strong enough not to drop mc half way through

“I told you it was a stupid idea to participate in such a fight, but did you listen? Of course not! And just look where it took you!”

“To you, carrying me in your arms…? In this case, no regrets.”

“You’re badly hurt and yet you still manage to joke around”, he tried to hide his slight blush with a note of annoyance in his voice, “If you can flirt in such state, you can walk on your own, magician.”

But of course he enjoyed carrying mc like that, although he would never admit it

After that, he made sure mc got the best treatment

He even gave them a bottle of wine with a small note “I do hope you will get better soon. Let me know if there is anything I can do to make you feel better.”

Vlastomil

He's hysterical

Remember the time he lost Wiggler? That is nothing compared to his reaction to his wounded lover

Calls for help asap

Q u e s t i o n s

S o   m a n y   q u e s t i o n s

He'll ask about how mc got so hurt, when, where, and especially by whom

If mc refuses to tell him who it was, he will try to find a person responsible for this by himself

Will sue and imprison anyone who he finds at least slightly suspicious

“I KNOW IT WAS THAT NASTY CREATURE!”

“WTF VLASTOMIL IT WASN’T FAUST, SHE’S LITERALLY A SNAKE”

“BUT HAVE YOU SEEN ITS EYES? THOSE ARE THE EYES OF A CRIMINAL MEGAMIND”

He’s extremely overprotective after all that, so he won’t leave mc alone for months

Volta

At the sight of injured mc she just rushes to them, nearly crying

That “near crying” state turned to a breakdown real quick

That sweet angel thought they were dying already

“ NOOooOOOo MC PLEASE DON’T DIE ON ME LIKE THAT, YOU’RE TOO YOUNG AND BEAUTIFUL”

“Volta I’ll be fine I just need a doc-“

“PLEASE DON’T LEAVE ME LIKE THIS”

Mc literally had to cup her face so she would look at them and listen

She calmed down after that just a tiny bit

After mc was treated, she visited them every day, bringing snacks and cheering them up

Sometimes she would stay with them for literal days, too afraid to leave them alone

That was quite traumatizing for her

Vulgora

Oh no

O h   n O

They are furious

First of all, WHO IN THE WORLD DARED TO DO THIS

Second of all, they are pissed that mc didn’t even tell them where they were going, but if Vulgora had known and been there with them, they wouldn’t have been hurt so badly

They will even blame themselves for not being there to protect mc

So when it comes to helping mc get to safety, they will lash out on anyone who approaches to try and help them

They’re just too overprotective at this point, they fear that others can hurt mc more, so Vulgora will ensure mc’s safety by themselves

They will forcefully yet gently pick them up and bring them to the doctor

They’re amazed by the fact that, despite severe injuries, mc is calm and put together

After they get the treatment they need, Vulgora will ask for juicy details about the battle and who won

Their eyes beam with joy and pride when they find out that mc was victorious

As for the one guilty of hurting their lover, Vulgora will find them and make them s u f f e r

Valdemar

You could see the shock and deep concern on their face, which they were trying to hide

They immediately help mc to get to the dungeons, asking about the injuries on the way there so they know what they’ll be working with

Although they know what happened is very unfortunate, they are quite exited to treat mc’s wounds

Just like Vulgora, they admire their strength to be so calm, even when they are in so much pain

During stitching up wounds, they will try to distract mc from the pain with small talk, asking about everything that happened, what weapons were used, did the other one survive, etc.

“Why do you want to know their whereabouts?”

“Out of pure curiosity, of course.”

That was a lie

Mc specifically asked them not to get involved, but did they listen?

Well, who knows, but soon enough Valdemar had a new specimen, which was awfully similar to mc’s offender

What a coincidence

After treating them Valdemar was always the one to change bandages

They also closely looked after mc since then (which was basically stalking them), but mc never noticed

[glamourgirl777]

The Courtiers As Stock Photos

Volta

Vlademar

Vlastomil

Vulgora

Valerius

[tanirath]

Stunning artwork of Pontifex Vulgora and my OC Athenia done by @biakela

Please check out her blog for more of her unique style and creative artworks. If you are a fan of Valdemar I recommend you to really go follow my advice and visit her blog

[vesuviancourtthirst]

First kiss with the courtiers?

Vulgora :

you're not officially in a relationship with them

they're the one to iniatiate

it's obvious they are not very experienced, they're not usually the loving type

they're rough, it's vulgora after all

their lips are like sandpaper, dry and crackled from biting

they taste like the dried blood they have from the cuts and coffee

Volta :

You're already in a relationship when it happens

you're the one that iniatiates

she's shy, unsure as to where she should put her hands (she'll grab yours probably)

she's beet red

this was totally her first kiss

you're scared she might faint with how light headed it made her

she tastes like sugar and vanilla

her teeth will prickle you but she can't do anything about it

Valdemar:

You're not in a relationship

they iniatiate

they're awfully dominating, like they have to prove something

they have a hand on your face to keep you from moving

they take their time, it's an experiment to them

they probably won't admit they enjoyed it and only act like it's part on a new research on 'human psychology' or whatever

they're careful not to hurt you with their teeth though, bonus point to them for that

they taste like mint and disinfectant, it's pretty disappointing

Vlastomil:

You're in a relationship

You initiate

He's quite shy, he's not really used to affection

he'll put all his passion into it, to make sure you understand that he LIKES you

pretty romantic, he'll do this in a cute place like a garden and he'll cup your face

very soft and tender

10/10 good man

he tastes like lemon and green tea

Valerius:

You're not in a relationship

He initiates, but he's clearly drunk

you too tbh

it's a bit messy, he's gripping your hair and it's like he's trying to shove his tongue in your throat

chill man

actually scared you might reject him

it doesn't last very long and he hugs you right after

did i mention this was in public? Nadia is delighted

he tastes like wine. Yeah.