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the compassionate apprentice who mourns for the lost. mun is 25+, muse is 25. she/her. poly, bi. original and canon characters welcome! tw for: death, ptsd, depression main blog arcanayuli asra blog ask-asra-tarot

[jjthebunbun]

Last two commissions for @tranquilarya of their apprentice Arya with @magicianyuli‘s apprentice Yuli and Julian. ^^ Thanks so much for the support, and enjoy your commissions! Pose Reference

[amandragora]

fun character exercise; which of your OC’s would chug a bottle of liquor rather than give it to airport security

[magicianyuli]

Yuli would do shots with other people in line.

[ask-villainous-lucio]

"Tarot readings for sale," a feminine voice calls from a tiny shop. "Three cards for your past, your present, and your future! Discover what the fates have in store!"

He had been taking a stroll through the city under the cover of moonlight, a silk scarf draped around his head as he took in the view.One could almost view it as peaceful if they ignored the plague that had been ravishing and slowly making its way through the city the past month

The Count stopped at the first sound of a voice and turned towards it.Tarot Readings, ey? Nothing else to do so why not?Shouldn’t be too expensive anyways- Everything in the city is mere pennies to him

Heels clicked as he walked over to the shop and to the door…

[magicianyuli]

It was late and the moon was high but there wasn’t enough money yet in the woman’s pockets to put fresh food on the table. Distasteful as Yuli found it, assuring desperate people they would be safe from the plague was good business sense. And she always threw in a charm to help her predictions come true.

The figure that appeared on her stoop didn’t seem distressed.

“Oh, hello there. Did you want a reading? Please, come in, sit!” And she ushered the stranger inside as she reached into a pocket for her deck and began to shuffle.

“I feel the cards have a lot to say to you. They’re practically yelling.” And three cards were placed with a flourish on the table.

The first card was flipped. “The Five of Swords. There’s been a lot of conflict and drama in your past. Simple misunderstandings turned into big disagreements and others were made to suffer for it. You may feel you’ve won but that prize has come at a heavy cost and perhaps you were not the winner at all. This card asks if it was worth it.”

The second card. “The Three of Wands says that your plans are moving forward as you expect them to. You have the ambition to bring your dreams to reality. However,” Yuli pauses for dramatic effect, “take care that you do not become complacent. There will be challenges and trials ahead.”

The last card. “The future for you is the Sun Reversed. The Sun is one of the more positive cards, so what does the Reversed hold for you? I think it means that you may surround yourself with things that you think make you happy and that you will soon realize all that glitters is not gold. With this in mind, you should take a good look at what the real important things are - friends, family, love, health, and strive to bring more of that into your life.”

She held out a pale hand. “That’ll be 3 coins.”

[thedoctorhanged]

magicianyuli‌:

A faint blush rose on her cheeks and she avoided eye contact as she explained. “When I said “find the D.” That’s like…a thing, right? Calling a dick “the D?” She pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose and glanced at Julian out of the corner of her eye. A devious smirk appeared as she looked him up and down, taking in the flush on his ears and the startled look in those grey eyes.

“Oh, Julian,” she cried with a dramatic swoon. “Finding the D is so hard. Won’t you help me? I need you.” And then she bent over with a fit of giggles, her anxiety over math temporarily forgotten.

God, this woman was impossible. Julian was pretty sure she would be the death of him somehow. Blush creeped up his cheeks again and he decided that nudging her gently with his shoulders would be his best defense for now. “You sound like an eighty year old woman learning about memes.” He replied, chuckling and shaking his head. 

Yuli’s acting had him laughing some more though, before he arched a brow her way. “Oh I promise it’s not hard to find when you’re with me.”

[magicianyuli]

She gave an indignant huff at both his nudge and his comment. “Well excuse me for not always having my mind stuck in the gutter, future Doctor Devorak. I’m too busy thinking about not failing my classes.” The teasing smile she had on her face slipped as her anxiety came back. She didn’t have a back-up plan if she flunked out of school (and common sense piped up that only math was giving her difficulties but there was no degree that didn’t require it. She had to pass this class.) Julian’s next comment shook her out of her thoughts and she blinked at him. Was this a tease again? He had that cocky smirk and crooked brow on his face and she felt her own face heating up. “You know, I read somewhere that breaks are important while studying.” And then she matched his arched brow. “What do you say we take a, ah, quickie study break?”

[thedoctorhanged]

magicianyuli‌:

Tongue sticking out in concentration, Yuli slogged her way through the first problem. She was halfway there and in the middle of tapping numbers into her calculator (careful to not mix up her 7 and 4 like she tended to) when she looked up at Julian. Her face was full of confusion again and she blinked at him over her glasses.

“Did you think I was making a sex joke earlier?”

Julian waited for Yuli to get to where he was in the problem patiently, watching her struggle and offering a couple pointers here and there, a gentle nudge toward the right number on the calculator when he noted a mistake, but not really pushing much. He was a bit startled when he saw her blue eyes focused now on him, confusion, and maybe some sort of calculating look behind her eyes turned onto him.

“I d-w…what?” He ended up stuttering rather ungracefully, giving himself away despite his best efforts to be cool about it. “A sex joke?”

[magicianyuli]

A faint blush rose on her cheeks and she avoided eye contact as she explained. "When I said "find the D." That's like...a thing, right? Calling a dick "the D?" She pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose and glanced at Julian out of the corner of her eye. A devious smirk appeared as she looked him up and down, taking in the flush on his ears and the startled look in those grey eyes.

"Oh, Julian," she cried with a dramatic swoon. "Finding the D is so hard. Won't you help me? I need you." And then she bent over with a fit of giggles, her anxiety over math temporarily forgotten.

[magicianyuli]

Continued from here | @thedoctorhanged

The scowl Yuli gave Julian was more of a puffy-cheeked pout than anything mean. The textbook in front of her was covered in sticky notes, her handwritten notes were color-coded, and the study guide before her was still hopelessly blank. Numbers and letters swirled in her brain and the mathematical symbols may as well have been arcane designs.

“I just don’t get it,” and she leaned against him exhausted frustration, finding comfort in how her head rested just so on his shoulder.

[thedoctorhanged]

Julian tried to contain the embarrassed laughter that was threatening to bubble up at the way he’d taken Yuli’s plea for help. Instead he shook his head a little, then ran his hand through the curls on his head and tried to quiet his overactive imagination. 

Once he’d gathered himself, he took a seat on the floor next to the blonde girl and nudged her gently, offering a soft smile to her in hopes of comforting her a little. Math wasn’t easy in the best of cases, but he knew she had much more trouble with it than most. 

“It’s pretty hard, and I can’t really say we’re gonna be using much of this later in life but don’t worry.” He picked up a pencil and tugged the notebook toward him, while offering the study guide to her so she could work on it while he did on a separate paper. “Alright, so for this one,“ he pointed in the guide, then copied it in his notebook. “We’re going to be using this equation you have over here, in red.” 

With that, he started solving with her, his gentle nature guiding her along the process, not quite giving her the answers, but prompting her and pausing whenever she needed. 

[magicianyuli]

Tongue sticking out in concentration, Yuli slogged her way through the first problem. She was halfway there and in the middle of tapping numbers into her calculator (careful to not mix up her 7 and 4 like she tended to) when she looked up at Julian. Her face was full of confusion again and she blinked at him over her glasses.

“Did you think I was making a sex joke earlier?”

[magicianyuli]

Continued from here | @thedoctorhanged

The scowl Yuli gave Julian was more of a puffy-cheeked pout than anything mean. The textbook in front of her was covered in sticky notes, her handwritten notes were color-coded, and the study guide before her was still hopelessly blank. Numbers and letters swirled in her brain and the mathematical symbols may as well have been arcane designs.

“I just don’t get it,” and she leaned against him exhausted frustration, finding comfort in how her head rested just so on his shoulder.

[magicianyuli]

starter for @thedoctorhanged

Another hacking cough wracked her body and she reached for the spittoon beside her bed. The phlegm was yellow now when it had been clear before. With a sneer at the spittoon’s contents, she flopped back against the pillows and fought against the smaller coughs from her irritated throat.

Asra appeared from downstairs, another hot cup of tea in his hands and - bless him - some handkerchiefs to blow her nose in. Yuli took both gratefully and proceeded to blow her nose so loudly the pigeons on the roof took flight. Asra sat on the bed and watched her with a look much too sad for his pretty face.

It had been a few months since they saved Vesuvia from the Devil. Nadia was the new sole ruler of the city and it was prospering. Portia had become her official consort and kept the Palace running smoothly now that it was free from demonic influence. Muriel was living happily in his forest with his chickens and Inanna but would visit or invite others to call. And Yuli, Asra, and Julian made quite the trio. Fate had brought them together, albeit in different pairs, in the past. It was work and there were still misunderstandings, but Auntie Khene had always taught Yuli that love took more than romance. It took time, dedication, and trust.

Both Asra and Yuli startled when they saw a streak of red in the cloth. 

“Asra, it’s just because I blew my nose too hard and the air is dry. Don’t worry so much.” And she laughed like her being ill was nothing serious. It wasn’t the plague, wasn’t the disease that had taken her aunt. She was young and would recover.

But Asra wasn’t convinced. “I’m going to get Ilya.” And Yuli looked even more startled.

“He’s too busy! I’ll be fine!” Though she did miss her other love, even if she was so proud of him for getting his old clinic up and running again. The people trusted him and his days were long and busy.

Then a realization and she couldn’t hide the glee. “You really trust him enough to take care of me?” What an important milestone, for Asra to let go of his worries and place his trust in another!

Asra leaned forward to kiss her forehead. Yuli and Julian had gone through most of the Devil’s trials together while Asra worked from the physical world. “I have complete faith in Ilya.”

[thedoctorhanged]

Work at the clinic had been fairly standard for the day, a few patients here and there, more than one old woman asking for an ointment for her joints, a few tooth aches, and one or two cases of seasonal afflictions. He had not expected to see Asra or Yuli that day, not until late at night at the very least if he closed before sunset, considering how far the clinic was from the shop. 

But it was hardly past noon when the white haired magician showed up, concern in his face and asked Julian to come with him. Yuli was ill, coughing up blood, couldn’t get out of bed and nothing he could do was helping. Julian was quick to close up shop and put on his coat at the news. 

By the time they arrived, Julian had managed to get incredibly anxious, and ran up the stairs once inside the shop two at a time, almost falling as he got to the top floor. 

“Yuli…” The doctor rushed to her side and put a hand to her forehead, his medical bag dropping on the bed beside her legs as he checked her temperature. “You’re quite warm… Asra, can you check? You run a bit warmer than I do.” He sighed and opened his bag as the magician did as he was told, and informed him she seemed a bit warmer than usual. He frowned, put the stethoscope around his neck and moved to uncover some of her chest. “I need you to breathe deeply.”

[magicianyuli]

Yuli had managed to fall into an open-mouthed slumber as Asra went to fetch Julian. But the sound of heavy boots thudding up the stairs woke her up and she blearily wiped drool from the corner of her mouth. The two of them had equally worried expressions on her face and she pouted from under her cocoon of blankets.

“Hello, Julian,” she croaked in greeting before two sets of cool hands were on her forehead. Strange, Asra usually ran warmer than her but even he felt cooler. She supposed she did have a fever as she couldn’t seem to warm up despite the layers she was under. It would explain the aches as well.

She tried to be a good patient, to breathe deeply and exhale when instructed but she couldn’t fight the wheezing sound she made or the coughs that made Asra wring his hands as he hovered a few steps behind Julian. She was probably being too hard on him, seeing as how he’d not only been there as her aunt died of consumption but had lost her to the plague. Did they both still feel guilty over that? Was her being sick bringing back bad memories? Yuli wished she could melt into the bed and not worry anyone with her body’s own weakness.

The bells began to toll the time and it was now noon. There was something Yuli was forgetting.

“Asra, didn’t you have a lunch date with your parents and Muriel?” She was sure that was today. He had finally talked Muriel into meeting them and from what she understood, Aisha and Salim were ecstatic at getting to know who they thought of as their newest son.

Asra took a seat at the foot of the bed where he wouldn’t be in the way of Julian. “They’ll understand why I had to miss it.” He rubbed her leg as if to soothe her worries but the jitter of his leg gave him away.

“So you’re going to leave Muriel alone with your parents? And not bring back your mother’s loqma?” And she wasn’t trying to get rid of Asra but couldn’t stand the thought of the three of them worrying over him when he was worrying over her.

Asra sighed and looked to Julian with a serious stare. “Ilya? Will you be alright alone?”

[thedoctorhanged]

magicianyuli‌:

@thedoctorhanged

She had half a mind to offer the man some dry clothes, at least until she realized nothing of her’s nor Asra’s would fit him. Better do something to get him warmed up, then. Hot cocoa, a towel, and then a blanket should stave off the worst of a chill.

She was opening her mouth to offer him a seat when he noticed the horse’s skull. It was the largest in her collection and held a prominent spot on her cabinet. She could feel the horse’s spirit - whom she fondly called Bucephalus - preen under the attention, and she smiled. 

“Thank you,” she said as his compliment of her shop. “And you’re welcome,” for his thanks at keeping Brundle.

“Please make yourself at home, Mr. Devorak. I was just fixing up some hot cocoa for myself and a snack for Brundle and I. Would you care for anything? Does Brundle enjoy cinnamon cookies?”

“These skulls are quite beautiful, in their own way, aren’t they? Beauty in death, a thing we might all aspire to.” The doctor straightened back up, smiling at the horse skull for a moment longer before his eyes wandered to other similar objects, then back toward the owner of it all, as she asked him to make himself at home.

The dog at his side had started wagging her tail happily, following him around the room. “A towel to dry myself would be more than enough, if I may bother you with it.” Brundle seemed to pause to listen to their conversation before she decided to follow the shop owner instead, clearly being interested in food now that she knew where her owner was. 

“This girl will eat anything, honestly, so I’m sure she’d love them. I personally can’t say I’ve given her cookies though. I certainly don’t have the talent to make them, or the money or time to go to the bakery and buy them myself.” Another short laugh, and he followed the footsteps his dog had taken to join the woman in the kitchen. “Anything I may help with?”

@magicianyuli​

[magicianyuli]

@thedoctorhanged

Yuli found herself momentarily distracted from the task at hand by Julian’s words. He seemed to get it, her fascination for the morbid. To be surrounded by the dead wasn’t something she found depressing, if anything it reminded her to life each day to the fullest and hopefully she would also be remembered when she was gone.

Ah, right, a towel before he caught a cold. She smiled and hummed a little as she ascended the stairs to the living area. Though the company tonight was unexpected, she was glad to have it as rain poured harder against the window. 

But she hadn’t expected him to follow her and she was briefly startled. Her room - her and Asra’s - was visible from the kitchen and it was the definition of controlled chaos. Clothes were on the floor and she was unsure if they were hers or Asra’s and the bed was an unmade nest of blankets. “N-no! You’re a guest, I won’t have you helping. There are clean towels in the closet there, feel free to use as many as you need,” she gestured to a small linen closet near the bathroom.

“I’m equally talentless at baking,” she laughed a little too loudly. “But the baker is such a dear and I can’t help but treat myself. Bit too much of a sweet tooth.” She knelt down to wake the stove salamander who was groggy with the weather. “Just a flame enough to warm milk, please.” She bustled over to a wooden chest that was emblazoned with a cooling rune and retrieved a glass jug of milk and then went to the pantry for a few precious bars of chocolate.

[plaguehostwiththemost]

"I thought I had a great idea to sell wet preserved hearts today but nobody wants them. Even though they'll last much longer than flowers will." Yuli hands you a glass jar with what seems to be a rabbit heart inside, floating in liquid. "Maybe you'll have some use for it." -@magicianyuli

Valdemar eyes the specimen with careful eyes, studying the small arteries and intricate muscle.

[magicianyuli]

“At least someone appreciates it. My whole shop stinks of formaldehyde and the neighbors are complaining. And don’t even get me started on all the rabbit stew I’ve eaten this month.” Next year perhaps she’d go with something less smelly. Anatomical diagrams of different species’ hearts, now that would be a great Valentine gift.

[plaguehostwiththemost]

The doctor clicked their tongue, shaking their head slightly.

Valdemar even was so bold to think that they may need to teach Yuli how to make the stew properly.

[magicianyuli]

Yuli blinked at the doctor’s reply. “I…don’t suppose you’d like some? I can fix you up a few bowls if you’d like.” Another idea, a bold one, came to mind. “Or would you like to come to dinner at my shop? I’ve got some other specimens you may enjoy, though they’re not for sale.” 

She bet it wasn’t often Valdemar got to see the skull of a cyclops goat, nor the skull of a babirusa pig that died from impaling its brain on its own tusks.

[plaguehostwiththemost]

[magicianyuli]

Wait a minute…she was inviting them to dinner and now she had to give them a tarot reading? She looked around, rather confused at the presumptuous of it all. Still, it would be good business sense to offer a reading to someone held in such high esteem. And she was awfully curious what the cards would have to say about Valdemar…

—

Getting their schedules to work out was quite frankly a pain but it was worth it to have Quaestor Valdemar appear at her door. The shop had been dusted and cleaned and each little curio was carefully put in place. She was ready to impress! She’d even bought matching china to serve her humble stew in.

“Good evening,” she said, holding open the door with a smile. “The upstairs is a bit crowded so I set up a dinner here in the shop. I’ve got some bread heating up in the oven if you’d like to have a seat.” And she would die before she admitted that she’d begged the baker for his dough and instructions on how to bake it herself. She’d never been talented at baking or following recipes. The numbers just got all muddled in her head. The stew had been cooked to her taste and she prayed it would taste good to them as well.

And her fingers itched to read the cards as soon as they arrived. In fact, she was nearly bouncing in her chair with excitement. “I’m all ready to do the reading, too!” Without wasting a beat, she began to shuffle and then drew three cards.

She flipped the first. And blinked. And looked up to Valdemar. And blinked again. “Well, uh, this card is the Lovers. But it doesn’t always mean romantic love!” Okay, well 99% of the time it did. “It could mean there’s a, ah, choice you have to make. You might be facing some sort of challenge and struggling to keep to the values you love. This card is reminding you to stay true to yourself and remember the things you hold most dear. What speaks to your heart, as it were.”

She was definitely not dreading the next card. “Wow, another Major. Reversed Judgemen, huh? Well remember what I said about choices? This card says you need to do some thinking about the ones you’ve already made. Everyone has past mistakes and working on self-love is important. Huh, I guess that really ties in with the Lovers, too. Isn’t that a nice message?”

And finally the last card. “Really? The Wheel of Fortune Reversed. Did I shuffle this thing properly? So the reversed Wheel of Fortune says that you’ve definitely made some bad choices. And right now you may not exactly be in control anymore. But you need to remember you always have a choice to improve and you need to not be afraid of change. You can’t run or hide from it but you can choose how you react to it.”

She always tried to end her readings on a positive note…but this reading seemed almost like a warning for Valdemar. What had they done in the past to warrant three major arcana appearing in a single reading?

Upstairs, the stove salamander rang a bell and Yuli hopped up. “Bread’s done! Be right back!”

[plaguehostwiththemost]

Valdemar eyed the cards on the table, and the magician’s telling rang in their ears. The same readings, every time. As Valdemar began pondering why they received the same readings but from different tarot readers, the magician returned with warm bread. Valdemar was so enthralled in the reading that they did not get a chance to gaze around the magician’s humble abode. The stood from their seat and began meandering as the magician served the food.

They paused for a beat, before adding,

[magicianyuli]

[[ Previous posts ]]

Valdemar was doing that thing again, where they would say something that completely caught Yuli off-guard. First they demand a reading for their company then they ask what is owed. She wonders for a moment if it’s a trick or there’s some ulterior motive but decides against it. What would they gain from tricking her?

“No charge, Quaestor Valdemar, your company is enough.” And it was a refreshing change to share a meal with someone comfortable with the empty sockets staring them down.

She smiled as Valdemar neared the largest skull in her possession - a horse named Bucephalus. “There’s a whole group of those who collect such oddities. We call ourselves vultures, funnily enough.” And she looked at Bucephalus with fondness. “I like to think there’s beauty in decay and that it’s important to remember those gone. Death is the one thing you can’t change yet it is change at its heart.”

Then her smile began to fade. The shop felt much too empty and quiet. Normally the energy, the spirits of those who chose to stay, would be a whispered hum only Yuli could hear. Everything was silent. The ghosts that lurked among the shelves were hiding and suddenly the air felt stifling.

[magicianyuli]

starter for @thedoctorhanged

Another hacking cough wracked her body and she reached for the spittoon beside her bed. The phlegm was yellow now when it had been clear before. With a sneer at the spittoon’s contents, she flopped back against the pillows and fought against the smaller coughs from her irritated throat.

Asra appeared from downstairs, another hot cup of tea in his hands and - bless him - some handkerchiefs to blow her nose in. Yuli took both gratefully and proceeded to blow her nose so loudly the pigeons on the roof took flight. Asra sat on the bed and watched her with a look much too sad for his pretty face.

It had been a few months since they saved Vesuvia from the Devil. Nadia was the new sole ruler of the city and it was prospering. Portia had become her official consort and kept the Palace running smoothly now that it was free from demonic influence. Muriel was living happily in his forest with his chickens and Inanna but would visit or invite others to call. And Yuli, Asra, and Julian made quite the trio. Fate had brought them together, albeit in different pairs, in the past. It was work and there were still misunderstandings, but Auntie Khene had always taught Yuli that love took more than romance. It took time, dedication, and trust.

Both Asra and Yuli startled when they saw a streak of red in the cloth. 

“Asra, it’s just because I blew my nose too hard and the air is dry. Don’t worry so much.” And she laughed like her being ill was nothing serious. It wasn’t the plague, wasn’t the disease that had taken her aunt. She was young and would recover.

But Asra wasn’t convinced. “I’m going to get Ilya.” And Yuli looked even more startled.

“He’s too busy! I’ll be fine!” Though she did miss her other love, even if she was so proud of him for getting his old clinic up and running again. The people trusted him and his days were long and busy.

Then a realization and she couldn’t hide the glee. “You really trust him enough to take care of me?” What an important milestone, for Asra to let go of his worries and place his trust in another!

Asra leaned forward to kiss her forehead. Yuli and Julian had gone through most of the Devil’s trials together while Asra worked from the physical world. “I have complete faith in Ilya.”

[magicianyuli]

The phone rang at 3:35 on the morning of her Anatomy and Physiology exam. Even as she hurried to grab her hospital bag while her aunt started the car, Yuli couldn’t help but curse the timing. She had studied so hard for that test and now she would be missing it. There was a scowl on her face as she looked at herself in the mirror. Dark circles from late night study sessions and a pallor that spoke of her illness. She spit out her toothpaste and tried to smile.

Her Auntie Khene was driving white-knuckled down the empty streets. They were fortunate enough to hit every green light on the way and Yuli was only partially through her memorized anatomy of the heart when they arrived. The next thing she knew, she was dressed in a stiff gown laying on a stiff bed and Auntie Khene was sitting just as stiff on a stiff chair. Her knuckles were still white.

Yuli’s voice was still scratchy with sleep. “I think I left my phone charger plugged in at home.”

Khene blinked out of her thoughts and shook her head at Yuli like she wasn’t the least bit surprised. “I told you to buy another one for your bag so this wouldn’t happen.”

Yuli shrugged and continued to tap on the screen. Professors had to be notified of her sudden absence, as did work and friends. Thankfully, at 4 in the morning, most of her friends were asleep. She was dreading talking to everyone after surgery more than the surgery itself.

Someone had died tonight. Or was close enough to death for them to make the call. It was a bittersweet thought knowing that she was benefiting from their death. Their heart would keep her alive long enough for her to finally graduate college. But with her luck, she was likely to reject the donation. She scowled and looked down at her chest and the paper-thin gown that covered it. Do not blow this for us.

Without coffee Yuli could only blink and nod at the doctor who went over the procedure. It was nearly 6:00 AM now and her stomach was already upset at the knowledge that it wouldn’t get another good meal for days. It further twisted itself into a knot as the doctor described the vast number of catheters and tubes that would be placed inside her during the procedure. Not to mention the thought of her sternum being sawed in two. At least Auntie Khene was giving sympathetic winces in between her worried glances in Yuli’s direction. There was always that chance that the last time she sees Yuli alive is while she’s being wheeled into surgery.

The last thing she recalls before being taken to the operating room is telling Khene that she loves her and to please get her phone charger.

[drdevoraak]

~apprentice moodboard~

For @arcanayuli’s apprentice, Yuli.

[thedoctorhanged]

@magicianyuli 

Are you saying she wouldn’t bang the hot doctor at the hospital/clinic if the opportunity came?

[magicianyuli]

“No.” She produces a piece of paper entitled ‘Why Fucking In Hospitals Is A Bad Idea.’

“Number one. The only soft surfaces are beds that have had possibly sick or dying people laying in them. The sick people may have sweat, vomited, urinated, or defecated on those same beds.

Number two. The only hard surfaces are usually covered in papers - especially since you can’t organize worth a damn, Doctor Devorak - and I’m not about to get a papercut on my ass. We are not having sex on the pharmacy counter top as I’m not getting leftover medicine residue around sensitive mucus membranes. Also, it doesn’t seem sturdy enough to support such ah...vigorous activities. Your desk is equally flimsy as well as covered with the aforementioned piles of paperwork

Number three. You don’t even have a big soft chair. That little stool you call a chair is not going to cut it when it comes to me sitting in your lap while you grind up into me. We are not falling onto the floor with your dick snapping off inside me.

Number four. Everyone knows not to mix work with pleasure. The last thing you and your patients need is for you to get distracted thinking of what surface you want to pound me into or be pounded into while you’re supposed to be thinking of work.”

She folds the paper back up and puts it back in her pocket.

[magicianyuli]

YOUR MUSE’S SEXUAL TRAITS

INCLINATIONS & HABITS

submissive / dominant / prefers to top / prefers to bottom / likes to switch / heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / pansexual / demisexual / asexual / enjoys sex with men / enjoys sex with women / enjoys sex with multiple people at one time / initiates / waits for partner to initiate / spits / swallows / morning sex / night sex / sex at any time / no sex drive / low sex drive / average sex drive / high sex drive / hypersexual

BODY & APPEARANCE

slender build / medium build / athletic build / muscular build / curvy build / voluptuous build / wears boxers / wears lingerie / goes commando / shaves / waxes / cup size a-c / cup size d-f / 1-5” in length / 6-9” in length / 10” or over in length

SOUNDS

silent / quiet / loud / grows in volume over time / bites hand/partner/pillow to muffle themselves / calls out partner’s name / curses / fakes / exaggerates / prefers a quiet partner / prefers a loud partner / turned on by dirty talk / turned off by dirty talk

TURN-ONS & KINKS

having their hands pinned / pinning their partner’s hands / having their hair pulled / pulling their partner’s hair /being watched (by their partner) / being watched (by a third party)  / watching their partner / receiving oral / giving oral / calling their partner ‘daddy’ / being called ‘daddy’ / giving praise / receiving praise / biting / marking /being bitten /marked / spanking / being spanked / teasing / being teased / having toys used on them / using toys on their partner / giving anal / receiving anal / choking / being choked / dirty talk / being tied up / tying their partner up / being worshipped / worshipping their partner / humiliating / being humiliated / degrading / being degraded / knife play / blood play / being pegged / pegging their partner / whipping / being whipped

PLACES

bedroom / shower / bath / pool / ocean / kitchen / home bathroom / public bathroom / car / tent / alleyway / field / forest / school / empty abandoned building / library / rooftop / terrace / dressing room / elevator / parking lot / museum / cemetery / beach / closet / hospital

Tagged by: @foxyasra

[plaguehostwiththemost]

"I thought I had a great idea to sell wet preserved hearts today but nobody wants them. Even though they'll last much longer than flowers will." Yuli hands you a glass jar with what seems to be a rabbit heart inside, floating in liquid. "Maybe you'll have some use for it." -@magicianyuli

Valdemar eyes the specimen with careful eyes, studying the small arteries and intricate muscle.

[magicianyuli]

“At least someone appreciates it. My whole shop stinks of formaldehyde and the neighbors are complaining. And don’t even get me started on all the rabbit stew I’ve eaten this month.” Next year perhaps she’d go with something less smelly. Anatomical diagrams of different species’ hearts, now that would be a great Valentine gift.

[plaguehostwiththemost]

The doctor clicked their tongue, shaking their head slightly.

Valdemar even was so bold to think that they may need to teach Yuli how to make the stew properly.

[magicianyuli]

Yuli blinked at the doctor’s reply. “I…don’t suppose you’d like some? I can fix you up a few bowls if you’d like.” Another idea, a bold one, came to mind. “Or would you like to come to dinner at my shop? I’ve got some other specimens you may enjoy, though they’re not for sale.” 

She bet it wasn’t often Valdemar got to see the skull of a cyclops goat, nor the skull of a babirusa pig that died from impaling its brain on its own tusks.

[plaguehostwiththemost]

[magicianyuli]

Wait a minute...she was inviting them to dinner and now she had to give them a tarot reading? She looked around, rather confused at the presumptuous of it all. Still, it would be good business sense to offer a reading to someone held in such high esteem. And she was awfully curious what the cards would have to say about Valdemar...

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Getting their schedules to work out was quite frankly a pain but it was worth it to have Quaestor Valdemar appear at her door. The shop had been dusted and cleaned and each little curio was carefully put in place. She was ready to impress! She’d even bought matching china to serve her humble stew in.

“Good evening,” she said, holding open the door with a smile. “The upstairs is a bit crowded so I set up a dinner here in the shop. I’ve got some bread heating up in the oven if you’d like to have a seat.” And she would die before she admitted that she’d begged the baker for his dough and instructions on how to bake it herself. She’d never been talented at baking or following recipes. The numbers just got all muddled in her head. The stew had been cooked to her taste and she prayed it would taste good to them as well.

And her fingers itched to read the cards as soon as they arrived. In fact, she was nearly bouncing in her chair with excitement. “I’m all ready to do the reading, too!” Without wasting a beat, she began to shuffle and then drew three cards.

She flipped the first. And blinked. And looked up to Valdemar. And blinked again. “Well, uh, this card is the Lovers. But it doesn’t always mean romantic love!” Okay, well 99% of the time it did. “It could mean there’s a, ah, choice you have to make. You might be facing some sort of challenge and struggling to keep to the values you love. This card is reminding you to stay true to yourself and remember the things you hold most dear. What speaks to your heart, as it were.”

She was definitely not dreading the next card. “Wow, another Major. Reversed Judgemen, huh? Well remember what I said about choices? This card says you need to do some thinking about the ones you’ve already made. Everyone has past mistakes and working on self-love is important. Huh, I guess that really ties in with the Lovers, too. Isn’t that a nice message?”

And finally the last card. “Really? The Wheel of Fortune Reversed. Did I shuffle this thing properly? So the reversed Wheel of Fortune says that you’ve definitely made some bad choices. And right now you may not exactly be in control anymore. But you need to remember you always have a choice to improve and you need to not be afraid of change. You can’t run or hide from it but you can choose how you react to it.”

She always tried to end her readings on a positive note...but this reading seemed almost like a warning for Valdemar. What had they done in the past to warrant three major arcana appearing in a single reading?

Upstairs, the stove salamander rang a bell and Yuli hopped up. “Bread’s done! Be right back!”

[thedoctorhanged]

magicianyuli‌:

Yuli could only shake her head in a kind of resigned wonder. Of course it would be the lost dog’s owner who ended up on her stoop. The universe had such a funny way of working things through and she often found herself in the middle of its strange ways. How typical for a magician. Still, better for the dog to be found now than her having to hunt over all of Vesuvia for the owner.

More lightning began to flash - the storm was growing worse. She stepped aside and held open her door. “You two had best get inside. It won’t do to die of a cold or lightning strike trying to get home.” Besides, she was awfully lonely when Asra was gone and storms weren’t her favorite. The company would be nice.

Though, he didn’t look familiar. Maybe the decor of her shop would scare him. Asra had tried to talk her out of displaying her skull and pelt collection downstairs but they’d run out of room upstairs. And he got to keep his crystals and poisonous flowers on display. It was only fair.

Julian was so glad to see his dog, he forgot for a moment that he was drenched to the bone and still out in the rain, until the owner of the unknown little shop invited him and Brundle back in. The doctor chuckled and nodded as lightning struck once again, drowning out half of what the woman said out, but the message having been clear enough. 

As he stepped inside, the doctor did his best to avoid dragging in mud and water into the small apothecary like shop. He took of his boots at the door, and since his coat had been left at the clinic, had little else to do but stand awkwardly once the door was closed behind him. Brundle thankfully had decided to shake off what water had gathered on her coat just outside the door before stepping in, and remained at his side from that moment on. 

The shop was oddly decorated, with a wide display of skulls, pelts, shells and other such things mixed in with the endless display of vials and jars with dried herbs. It made the man wonder what exactly the other sold, and whether part of this was mostly for collection’s sake. He approached what looked to him like the skull of a horse and peered around curiously. 

“Lovely shop you have here. Quite interesting. I thought I was the only one to keep odd things inside my home as decor.” He laughed and turned back to his host, offering a grateful smile. “I’m Julian Devorak, by the way. I run a clinic down on the south side. Thank you again, for picking up old Brundle over here.”

@magicianyuli​

[magicianyuli]

@thedoctorhanged

She had half a mind to offer the man some dry clothes, at least until she realized nothing of her’s nor Asra’s would fit him. Better do something to get him warmed up, then. Hot cocoa, a towel, and then a blanket should stave off the worst of a chill.

She was opening her mouth to offer him a seat when he noticed the horse’s skull. It was the largest in her collection and held a prominent spot on her cabinet. She could feel the horse’s spirit - whom she fondly called Bucephalus - preen under the attention, and she smiled. 

“Thank you,” she said as his compliment of her shop. “And you’re welcome,” for his thanks at keeping Brundle.

“Please make yourself at home, Mr. Devorak. I was just fixing up some hot cocoa for myself and a snack for Brundle and I. Would you care for anything? Does Brundle enjoy cinnamon cookies?”