#plague lucio

[arsenicxarcana]

thought these photos were missing something

[mathieubellamont]

Im so serious when I say that plague lucio's design make me foam at the mouth Like

Look at how pathetic he is. I need to impregnate him

[graveyardrumbles]

thinking about the possibility of Nadia building Plague Lucio a wheelchair + jumping hoops so he'll fuckin accept it

(idk why I decided to do present tense)

[pharry]

You know, it is a shame that they never show just how bad the plague spread through Lucio. He lived with it for a year, and official art showed that the red spreads way past the eyes, taking over the limbs as well. I wanted to make what Lucio would have looked like when he was far into the plague since the official sprite only shows his eyes as red. Isn’t he lovely?

[theamyrlinsofa]

I just died in your arms tonight (Lucio x gender neutral!MC)

This is a gift for @countlucioskisses! We started talking because of sick with the plague Lucio so I wrote this for her!

Summary: Lucio is sick and dying. He shares a sweet moment with his beloved apprentice. Based upon the trinket scenes (which are horrible!!!). Title is based on the actual song, makes for nice background music while reading.

Words: 799

Warnings: none

The door to the Count’s chambers open soundlessly, revealing the man himself pacing up and down angrily in his room. You frown a little, having expected him to be resting in bed. His frantic movements are interrupted when he starts coughing violently and you hurry yourself towards him to support him.

“I’m fine, I’m fine. Don’t treat me like an old man,” Lucio waves you’re attempts to aid him away but another fit seizes him and this time you truly have to hold him up. It always startles you how light he feels nowadays, just a fraction of the man he used to be. “They left me, you know. To go on a vacation,” he scoffs while you lead him to the bed, where he drops unceremoniously against a pile of soft and plush pillows. “I know,” you answer, crawling on the bed to lie next to him. You had run into Nadia on your way up, she had been dressed in her traveling gear, hurrying to get out. “He’s all yours,” the countess had said, giving you a look of utter disdain. You had merely smiled in response, unfazed by her remark. He had been yours for a long time now, the presence or absence of his wife changed little about that fact.

“Look at it from the bright side, we can enjoy some uninterrupted time together,” you offer, scooting closer to him and Lucio shrugs, knowing you’re right but not entirely ready yet to let go of his frustration. He doesn’t hesitate though to snuggle up completely against you, entangling his legs with yours, nuzzling his face in your neck. The little sigh of contentment that follows is not lost on you and you know it won’t take long before he will have forgotten about his so called friends. “You’d think they would want to be there for the last days of their beloved count,” he pouts. You go silent, painfully aware of what he’s implying. You know he is sick, you know there is no cure for the plague yet but you always grasped at that last straw of hope for a miraculous recovery. And so did he, this is the first time you hear him speak about a scenario where this doesn’t end with him getting better. “You’re not dead yet,” you say softly and Lucio notices the change of tone in your voice. He reaches for your hand, tenderly kissing the knuckles before he intertwines his warm fingers with yours. He was always hot nowadays, the fever scorching right beneath his skin. There was no denying how bad his state was. His bright red sclera, his sickly pale skin tight around his protruding bones, the dark circles beneath his eyes. All bad omens that pointed towards an inevitable end. But even the plague couldn’t stop you from loving him, couldn’t change that he was still the most handsome man you’d ever had the honour of calling yours. You wanted him, desired him, loved him completely and irrevocably.“I’m not giving them that pleasure soon,” he says and he sounds like his old self again. He’s barely able to lift his own teacup anymore but there’s still fight in him, a lust for life that’s not easily snuffed out. “Now, my darling. Pet me, please,” he’s pouting at you with big, silver eyes and there’s no way you can deny him anything when he looks like that. Lucio hums contentedly when you start running your fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp just the way he likes. He’s melting in your hands.  

“Dove, you’re too good for me,” he groans, the hands around your waist pulling you tighter against him. You smile and kiss his temple: “Maybe that’s because I love you so much.” “Mmmm, say that again.” “I love you.” “Again.” “I love you.” “Please, one more time?” “I love you. With all my heart.” He’s purring like a kitten now, completely relaxed by your words and touch alike. “I love you too,” he mumbles and you can tell he’s starting to get drowsy, the disease eating away at his energy, his eyes fluttering shut. Sleep quickly overtakes him.

Your hands don’t stop caressing the gold strands on his head for a long time, the movement just as soothing for you as it is to him. It’s moments like this when you know you made the right choice, where it’s all worth it. The betrayal in Asra’s eyes, the contempt from Nadia, the pity from Julian, the pain of seeing the man you love slowly die…It cannot touch you here, in this warm bubble of love and perfection, made for just the two of you.

“I love you,” you whisper, saying it once more, for who knows when your last time will be.

[missantichrist]

Real life conversations I’ve had as the arcana cast pt. 2

Plague!Lucio: “Look me in the face and tell me I’m sick motherfucker. Gods don’t get sick.”

Asra: “You know I was gonna say you sound sick but you’re right you’re nasally and annoying all the time.”

[kasiagrey]

Lucio - Receding Hairline???

First. Let me thank @arcanathots for having this discussion with me and sharing some of her own ideas on the topic. Always a pleasure to theorize with you!

So it's occasionally pointed out in the game that Lucio has a receding hairline.

I'm not seeing it. Sorry. This is just a blonde guy with a widow's peak.

However, there WAS a time when he did have a receding hairline. Take a look at his Plague Sprite.

By comparing the two photos, you may see it. This was more than likely the result of either prolonged stress or it was a symptom of the plague. I say, "Why not both?" The count had much to think of while laying in bed day after day while being sick.

I'm certain as time went on without a cure he began to experience anxiety, depression, and even had more fits. The stress level would rise greatly with such a mental strain. It was mentioned that Lucio was afraid of death, which he denied, but if we're being honest...who the hell isn't afraid to die? No doubt he'd be feeling the pressure the longer he went without his cure.

Then there is the plague. No doubt the plague destroys the body's immune system quickly, there is no telling what else it could do given enough time to inflict further damage. Remember, people were dying left and right within only a few days of catching it. Lucio had it for MONTHS. Hell, I think even a full year. No doubt his body was being taxed.

Notice that you can see his sternum, his clavicle, and even the zygomatic bone of his face. There is loss of muscle tone which implies that there was a loss of appetite and lack of physical exercise after time. This we already know well. Not only that, but he is very pale, which may be the result of a lack of sunlight and/or anemia. Then there was shit going on with his brain when he began to have delusions. His body was fighting a hard battle but was failing.

Let me introduce you to a condition called Telogen effluvium. It is a condition of hair loss that is reversible. Basically, it is where the person is under so much stress, they experience hairloss. Usually, there's not really a bald spot, it's really more of a thinning of the hair; some areas of the scalp may be more affected than others.

This usually happens (during and/or after) prolonged stress, shock, or after the body experiences some sort of trauma. The hair usually grows back once the problem is sorted through. Looking at how long he was sick and what all he was experiencing, I'm willing to take a gamble on it.

I'm also willing to bet the receding hairline thing is some joke that was just never really forgotten about. Asra was probably the one to start that knowing it'd get to the Count and everyone just jumped on the bandwagon; it never gets old and thus it survives three years after Lucio's "death".

[certibbs]

Nasty plague boy count lucio.