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bugpip · 4 months
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do evil demons not deserve a beatiful masquerade outfit too? you COWARDS
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"your dancing was terrible, vulgora. by far the worst partner ive ever had" - navra
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I don’t even know man. I was bored
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fox-daddy · 5 months
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Ngl this is one of my favorite non M6 lines
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elios-sylvelios · 8 months
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Panel form my Animatic! Courtiers!! :D
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saccharinesolitude · 4 months
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Heart Hunter treats me with such cruelty Faust wants me to be with them so bad
JK Valdemar is soooo <3
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i made some memes
don't know if these have been done before
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my fandom contribution
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vafr0 · 5 months
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I wandered through the folders with educational files on my computer and found this. Unfortunately, at some point I had to skip a few classes, so I didn't have time to finish some details and put Vulgora in a pose from a sprite. But it was fun
Not the best image quality, but I'm afraid I won't be able to find the source file.
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luciosfanpage · 5 months
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you've literally heard it already
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uselessvaldemarsimp · 4 months
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Hey guys, I’ve been seeing the words “official” and “route” getting passed around in regards to the courtier content coming soon,
but is there any actual proof that they’re going to be *routes*? Is there something I missed? Or are people getting their hopes up and passing around false information?
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redbirb-of-fandoms · 1 year
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An average meeting with The Devil:
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bugpip · 3 months
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i was upset we didnt get to see vulgora as a human so i did it myself
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little-x-crow · 5 months
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I just realized something...
THESE TWO ARE DAMN IDENTICAL
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Lemme explain:
Mammon from Helluva Boss, is green and greedy.
Vulgora from The Arcana, is red and full of wrath and violence.
Both are demons (in some way)
BOTH have insect traids. (Mammon literally chilling on webs and being a damn insect when in his angry form while Vulgora a swarm of beetles.)
And even if not- I just cannot stop linking them in some way
I just- I'm traumatized now. I can't look at Mammon or Vulgora in the same way again.
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lucent-blade · 6 months
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I need a “MC vs the Courtiers” headcanon list right now. I want to see the MC try to fight against them this instant. It is necessary for me to see Valerius put that damned wine glass down and try to beat MC in a physical duel.
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rattoenailclippings · 7 months
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I honestly still cant believe this is an actual thing 😭😭😭😭
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Muriel’s route >>>>>>>>>>
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angeledeggs · 7 months
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Can you pls do a HC for the courtiers where their S/o caught some illness and fell into a coma due to it? (Sleeping beauty sorta). Also how would they react after they wake up after a year or two? (:
//How are you doing? Had a nice day so far
This is so creative, yeah, I'll do it! I'm alright. Sorry writing has taken me longer 😭 I'm trying to make it higher quality for y'all to enjoy<33 thank all of yall for the requests!
Valerius🍷:
Oh gods, he's a mess.
He's already kind of a drinker but he DEFINITELY is drinking much more the first few weeks you fall into a coma.
Then he realizes that like, he definitely can't do that, what if you wake up and see him a drunken mess?
But then he realizes that you waking up is an if, and he drinks more.
He only stops when there happens to be a coincidental shortage of all spirits and all of the sort, and everything kind of clicks into place for him.
He has definite faith that you're going to wake up, and barely leaves your side.
He's a politician and as such, has countless meetings and scheduled appearances and things like that.
He ignores every one.
He'll make sure to take care of you in your coma, constantly checking your pulse, you're temperature, your breath. He even pays hundreds of physicians to try and help you, but none can find the answer. So he just stays with you and hopes.
He feels like a creep, always sitting with you, but he knows you're his lover and he'll stay with you for as long as it takes until you wake up.
He has so many dreams of you that when you finally awake, his first thought is he's dreaming. His hands reach out for you, though, instinctively, and when he touches your skin and sees your eyes he knows it's not a dream and bursts into tears immediately.
He'll definitely call your wake a miracle and will choke out prayers for the first time in years as he holds you.
Vlastomil🐛:
Valerius might numb the pain he feels with wine, but Vlastomil doesn't engage in such disgusting alcohol for his body.
The first few weeks he's anxiously jumping everytime he thinks he sees your breath sputter or pause, and is quick to check your breath and heartbeat.
He's desperate, and tries to read every book for anything he can find about your coma. He calls doctors, magicians, curse breakers, everyone, but he cant find anyone to help.
When the first month of your coma happens, he takes up smoking again.
But not just any type of smoking, no. When he was younger he would go for a cigar every now and then, but in the event of your coma he smokes two packs of simply cigarettes, right in a row, and when his chest wheezes, he only feels numb.
He never smokes in your room, he always smokes on the balcony, as he's too afraid that the smoke will hurt you.
After around a week of chain-smoking, he finally just quits. There's no point, as it barely calms him down. But he still shakes for cigarettes, for your awakening, so he drinks cup after cup of tea.
He finds it hard just to make one cup, when he's become so accustomed to making two.
You awake as his tea water is boiling, but he hears the slightest shift from your room and runs in so quickly that he knocks the pot clean off the stove.
He bursts into immediate, relieved tears when he sees you're finally awake, and embraces you as he falls to his knees, unable to even get out how he missed you so.
Valdemar💉:
They don't need anyone else's help.
You're the love of their life, they will be the one to care for you. They needn't any other doctor, any other magician, any of their assistants, nothing.
They practically dote on you, wait on you as if it is their life's duty. And as far as they're concerned, it is now, because they have abandoned their work and left it to collect dust in the dungeons.
They even leave their beloved beetles to Julian to take care of, for the are bugs and their pride and joy, yes, but you are the one person that softens them, their beloved, someone who they are certain is their soulmate.
They grow frustrated after months and months. They're a doctor, a scientist, a genius, dammit, and they can't figure out what's wrong.
They consider making another deal for your consciousness. But no. They will not sacrifice what's left of them another time. They will not rope you into their own mistakes. They will not give the devil what he wants.
They're transformed in the months of your coma. Their bandages are either dreadfully tight or messily loose, no in between, and their already gaunt body has turned thinner with the stress.
They are in a state of always checking your pulse, always stroking your hair, always whispering to the sun and moon their love for you, their pleas for you to return.
They move you often from not just laying but sitting positions so that when you awake you have no aches. For you will wake up. You will wake up or they will go with you.
And when you finally wake up, they can barely even speak. They can't speak. You have taken their work, their motivation, their remaining care for the beetles. They simply can't do it without you. And they drop to their knees in front of you, reaching for the pulse on your wrist, to feel it.
They feel a steady beat, rather than the slow, sleepy one that had plagued you in your coma. And they slump in relief, smile, kiss you with their mask on in their rush. You're back.
Volta🍰:
She just thinks you're really tired, at first. Then you're sleeping two days in a row and she is quite worried. She thinks you might be drunk or injured, but the alcohol cabinet is the way she left it and your body is relaxed with that of sleep, not slow death.
She's of course, an anxious mess. Usually, she simply cries when stressed, but she finds herself so worried that her tears turn into yelling. She screams at every doctor that doesn't know what to do with you until soon no more doctors will come and assess the situation.
She's so worried for you, that you'll die, and for a few days she ends up sleeping next to you, sobbing softly and praying to whoever will listen that she wants you to be fine when she wakes up. And after a few days she knows it's pointless.
She does her best to keep you comfortable, always adjusting your blankets to make sure your temperature is fine, carefully brushing your hair, trying to rouse you by lighting the incense.
She also tries to keep calm. She feels as though she is a doll that is splitting at the seams, and so she tries to engage in her hobby of baking, but when she finally finishes a cake and realizes you won't see it she collapses in the kitchen in grief.
She tries other hobbies.
Sewing is the only one she can handle, as she can be in the same room with you and sew you things for when you wake up. If you wake up. When you wake up.
She falls asleep with her needle and thread in her hand countless times and one day when she wakes, you're rubbing your eyes and sitting up.
Volta finds herself frozen for a long moment. Then she leaps over to you, wraps her arms around your shoulders and finally, she can cry and hold you with relief.
Vulgora⚔️:
They're usually very angry.
Usually.
But when they realize you're not sleeping, you're in a coma, they find themself a sudden, broken shell of their warrior spirit.
They try to reason with themself. They have won countless wars. They have killed thousands. They have seen countries rise and fall, and will continue to. But seeing you like this has made them weak.
You are their only weakness, and as such, they protect you with their life. Nobody hears of you or them, and they are constantly by your side, brushing back your hair and feeling for your heartbeat.
They rarely leave your side and as such, lose weight from how little they eat, in fear of leaving you and coming back to you hurt or.. Worse.
Their muscles are in a constant state of tense or shaking, and they find their strength has somehow left with your beautiful laugh and eyes. When they try to grab their sword, they crumble beneath their own very weapon that has slain all who faced them.
When you awake though, they suddenly stop shaking. Their muscles are hard with shock. And then they relax. And they collapse next to you, reach out for you, sighing of how relieved they are to see you awake, finally.
PS GUYS OH MY GOD I THINK THIS MIGHT JUST BE ONE OF MY BEST WORKS I WASNT EVEN PLANNING TO RIGHT TODAY THIS ALL JUST HAPPENED LIKE OH MY GOD??? I GOT POSSESSED BY THE WRITERS BEFORE ME???? OH MY GOD YIPPEE
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macabremayhem · 9 months
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There once was a doctor…
Have you ever tried to write Arcana-inspired limericks?
Join us, it's fun!
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Art: original Nix Hydra team concept art Limericks: ApostleJay *** There was a vesuvian questor Who liked to torement and to fester With ironical smile They dissect with a style That creepy vesuvian questor
*** There once was a priest called Vulgora Who questioned the law and the moral They raged and they killed And were pleasently thrilled That priest in the robes of blood coral *** There once was a doctor delirious Who was kinda self-deleterious He was strangely pleased To be bound and teased That silly young doctor delirious ***
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