[My lover's got humour]
[They're the giggle at a funeral]
[“We were born sick”, you heard them say it]
[…I'll tell you my sins, so you can sharpen your knife.
Offer me my deathless death.
Good God, let me give you my life]
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[My lover's got humour]
[They're the giggle at a funeral]
[“We were born sick”, you heard them say it]
[…I'll tell you my sins, so you can sharpen your knife.
Offer me my deathless death.
Good God, let me give you my life]
"– People are obsessed with love, looking for it and not getting what they really need. Fragile, stupid creatures. You consider love as a magical tool that can change the world and then you go around in circles. But your eyes are clouded with illusions. You think: if this love didn’t give me what I need, it is not "real". You are fascinated by the myth of true love. You think it would last for the rest of your life, understanding and healing everything. But love is just a myth.
Ilya looked up, his lips trembling.
– What am I looking for? I don’t really know, Quaestor Valdemar. But I know that you are... incapable of love. I know this and I have come to you willingly.
Quaestor is answered:
– You came to the sacrificial fire. Frankly, I’m impressed by your deep, desperate masochism. It’s attractive – how can predator be attracted to the easy prey. You came to me because you can no longer look for something in people – something they want too and can’t give you. A kind of the truth. However, perhaps you intuitively tried to give it to them.
You understand what I am. You’re not making any illusions about my personality. You’ve seen what I can do. Others have deceived you. But you still hope. Dum spiro, spero is your unfailing credo.
Valdemar went quiet for a while and then added, looking into Julian’s eyes:
– And like all men, you still worship love as a god. Funny. But… Nec deus intersit."
By the power vested in me by my partner and sub, as a man of culture, I now pronounce this silly dad joke about dad rock as my headcanon.
You all may weep!
B/W ver.
(original pic below⏬)
– "I stole Valdemar's heart!"
– "What do you mean?!" – his cupmates in Rowdy Raven yelled in shock. Ilya takes a flask containing the anatomical specimen from his medical bag. He carefully places it on the table, unable to suppress a victorious grin.
A few seconds later, all the witnesses to his triumphant pose turn pale as a black latex hand falls on Ilya's shoulder and squeezes. Everyone has heard a well-known low cadence with a reptilian hiss in the overtones; soft, but for some reason more deafening than all the sounds of the tavern:
– "And then you will lose your head, Doctor №069".🫀
/© Lunatic Sun./
(P. S. Sorry not sorry. And yep, "Death as she/her" not as misgendering, but in a… kinda metaphysical way, ofc. :D here's the proof, and I can't unsee in first screenshots kinda brat and jealous inflections in his speech from the very first time. And you have been warned about my "juldemar apologetic in a doctrinal way". Any objections here will be rejected, if this is not your cup of tea – deal with it, 'cause this is my cup of tea.
However, I do not want to impose my thoughts and opinions on anyone. Till no one tries to do it to me, at least.)
Also, long speech about the "romanticization", just in case.
Also, long speech about the fandom mainstream.
I may not be able to draw at the moment due to my busy schedule, but once or twice a month I like to stay active and not let the blog get bogged down.
Long story short, a friend of mine is currently studying in Venice. Since we've both been actively rotting our brains on the Arcana for a several years now, sometimes he lets me know how he's doing, when we meet. We both know that the game developers used Venice as one of the references for Vesuvia. And since one of my hobbies within the fandom is to "expand the universe" by finding landscapes that would fit nicely into the game as backgrounds/locations, and since many of these views will be vaguely familiar to you, I present another picspam with views that could be in the game's universe. So, let's consider this post a tribute of love and appreciation to my "brother in arms".
I present to you... Vesuvia, ladies, gentlemen, and others.
Credits with links will appear below the photos.
As always, none of the images are being used for any commercial purposes, only for illustrative purposes and entertainment.
© marchesadelsuomondo
(I was just waiting for the song that would fit perfectly with the whole atmosphere that I had in mind. So I found it.)
/art ©Lunatic Sun/
Nobody:
Literally nobody:
Praetor Vlastomil out of the blue:
Source of original pic: WeirdMedieval (twitter/X) – link below:
"Quaestor Valdemar wasn’t interested in people in general. But suddenly a young man came into their dungeons, barehanded, with an armful of deadly aconites and a desperate look in his eyes. They couldn’t resist. Doctor № 069 became their favorite – object of studies, of course – and, oh, he was so willing to assist them."
Art: Lunatic Sun
Text: Apostle Jay
(Part 1 of 3)