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muriel, portia + julian body worship (receiving plz) i just want to love and appreciate them

I just want to love and appreciate them too anon- they deserve it <3

Muriel-

Worshipping Muriel is a lot quieter and in almost complete silence. It’s just as affectionate as you would with any person, with words and feelings communicated through kisses and the very gentle drag of fingers over his body. Worship the overall build of him, not just muscle- but the broadness of his shoulders, the flex and work of his fingers, and the worn, comfortable cushion of his chest. 

Say it in the kisses you leave behind, on the scruff of his chin and all the way down to the tips of his toes if you feel adventurous enough. Rub away his worries in wordless back massages and he’ll feel more loved and appreciated in that moment than he had for most of his life. Accompanying him in baths is another one way ticket to mushy-feels town. If any words are to be said, tell him just how beautiful and tender he looks right at the moment he’s relaxed against you- and he’s done for. If he cries just a little bit, it’s okay, just brush them away and kiss him with the same amount of love as you always have for him. 

Portia-

Certainly more blushing and flustered whenever you’re attentive to her, words will go a long way. Compare her to the artwork of the greats, although point out just how much better sculpted she is. Cuddling is the best place for her to be attended to as she’ll be more receptive to your words without work or errands on her mind. 

Please take a moment to trace her stretch marks while you make love to her, just to tell her again that every part of her is a work of art. She may only squeak and whimper when you do, but she does appreciate it. Even out of the throes of sensuality, touching her curves and mindless attention to her legs and arms will have her absolutely gooey in affection. Whisper in her ear in the morning just how beautiful she looks in stuck up hair and drooled on pillow- and breakfast might just come a little later than usual. Oh well, might as well take the time to trace her freckles too while you’re at it~

Julian-

He didn’t realize he needed it until you provided it to him. There’s something about being genuinely complimented out of no where that really raises the confidence, and Julian is no different. ‘I love how--’ goes a long way, especially when he’s in the middle of making coffee or just got back from work. Also a perfect way to make a back massage go from amazing to spectacular.

He needs it on especially bad days-- like pointing out how handsome he looks when his hair frizzes up on humid days, or telling him he looks so cute when the bags under his eyes are prominent on a long night. He’ll absolutely sputter in surprise of course, but he’ll never deny it after the third day in a row of compliments. Maybe he’ll even start believing you when you say it. If you even dare to murmur your lovely words while you’re intimate- he’s gone, completely at the mercy to whatever romance you have for him. He might cry too, but it’s okay, just kiss those lovely tears away and tell him that his blush makes him look ten times sweeter. 

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My I request that you go nuts and just write something you find fun? Like a free choice request? :3c

Do I find it fun when Julian gets himself hurt? ...maybe a little bit. 

Julian comes to you when he inevitably hurts himself while drunkenly dancing on tables in the Rowdy Raven late at night, the poor fool~

Your name echoes through the worn cobblestone halls in a pained groan, followed by the shuffling of the fumbling Doctor Devorak. You know exactly why he looks so tail tucked, not even bothering to look at him for a moment as you finish writing the last note in your research journal. With a sigh and a shift in your neck to pop the joint, you get up and turn to see him- exactly in a predicament you expected. 

Julian stands (or leans actually) just beside the nearest vivisecting table, jaw tight behind his bashful smile and cheeks pink to the brim of being flustered. Sweat has beaded at his brow and trickles down as though he’d exerted himself in a good midnight run, but at midnight that is not what Doctor Devorak does. You know what he does, and you know exactly what it’s lead to if the way he holds his foot a few inches from the ground says anything to you. 

“Alright... let’s see what you’ve done to yourself this time,” you let out in an exasperated sigh, not even finishing your sentence by the time Julian has hopped onto and adjusted himself onto one of the tables. 

You don’t hesitate in undoing his boot and tossing it although you are much more careful when you notice his grimace at just the faintest rough shifting. You were expecting a cut at first, but upon pushing his pant leg up your assumptions are proven more than incorrect. 

“All mighty-- Julian what did you do to yourself this time?!”

His leg, of course usually normal, was now clearly swollen and bruised just above the shin- and a distended portion on the distal side of his foot clued you in on exactly the diagnosis. 

He gives a pained laugh. “I uh... had a few drinks, you know. Got up on a table and...” He gestures to his foot and chuckles a bit more. “I thought it might’ve just been a sprain but then- yeah...”

“By gods you fool, this is a full on dislocation,” your observation comes as you gently feel at the distended spot and feel just where the bone was out of place. “You’re lucky though cause I think I can pop this right back into place.”

“Hm, that doesn’t really sound lucky to me. You’re gonna tell me to stay off of it too aren’t you-”

With a sideways, narrowed glance, you answer as you prep with gloves and wrappings, “Well yes but I wonder if you’ll actually take my advice.”

Knowingly, Julian gives light laughter and quickly braces himself for the worst as you carefully hold his limb. He pulls off one of his gloves and props it between his teeth while his fingers grip at the table. In averting his gaze, you tell him on three when you’ll move. The snap is sickeningly audible, louder in your ears than the following muffled yell he gives. You move swiftly to wrap it with a few thick measuring sticks to keep it straight. 

In your ministrations, you didn’t even notice that Julian’s grip had gone from the table to your arm, as if finding comfort in just touching another person. When you’ve finished with him he still lingers, panting and lingering in the following pain as he writhes on the table. You offer him a spot of morphine, only to have him wave it off. 

“Gotta stay clear of mind for the work that’s ahead you know,” he explains. 

“Oh and the pain won’t hinder you?” You counter. 

Julian musters a smile, torn in pain but still genuine. “It’s a bit easier with you around.” That does something to you- makes your stomach flutter ever so slightly. He moves then, hobbling on his one foot as he makes it to his office. “I might sleep for just a bit- maybe find a way to build a cast in the morning. Thank you again...”

He lingers another moment with a thought stuck in his mind, but words do not come. With another flash of a smile, he manages inside and flops onto his cot, perching his injured foot onto the nearest stool as he knows he should. 

To touch every injury he gets from his ruckus might be the only contact you have with him, but that’s enough for you for now. Maybe after this plague business is done you can finally ask him out on a proper date that’s preferably not sprinkled with drunken injuries. Although, only time with tell. 

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How do you picture dad!julian?

Be me, wishing the tagging system wasn’t absolute garbage so I could find the dadlian pieces that I know I’ve written...

You know those videos of parents swooping in and saving their kids from out of no where- like their three year old is about to fall down a slope or something and the parent yeets in out of no where and scoops them out of dangers way? That’s definitely Julian- pretty much every day. 

Loves propping his kids on his shoulders or doing that thing where his kid puts their feet on top of his and he holds their hands while he walks with them. 

He really wears himself out with his kids, keeping up with most of their boundless energy throughout the day/week and then absolutely crashing near evening/the end of the week- he’s also that dad who could fall asleep anywhere, especially when he’s just sit down after work.

If you thought he was burning the candle at both ends before, then you’re not exactly sure what you’d classify this-- maybe burning the candle at both ends AND in the middle? or maybe you just threw the whole candle into a bonfire and hoped for the best. Either way, you’re not sure how he does it other than he might’ve went from black coffee to outright espresso at some point. 

As far as him as the kind of dad that he is, he very much strikes me as the almost ‘cool dad’ stereotype where he genuinely tries to get into the things that his kid enjoys in order to bond or assist them when they need it- and he’s generally pretty lax in rules unless it comes to the unknown (I’ve never personally bend to this part of town so I don’t want you going there until I’ve seen it myself)

He’s the kind of dad who his kid always goes to advice for since not only would they not fear being judged but they know he’d be able to actually equate it in a way that they can understand- and if he doesn’t know the answer, he knows the right way to comfort them. 

Julian would be particularly torn with rather or not he wants to share his sea-fairing past with his kids. Sure it was fun- but the danger... but if they’re anything like him, they’ll manage to snoop and find out anyway so why bother really hiding it? As long as they’re safe...

He very much doubts for a few years that he even is a good dad. He hopes and he tries his best- but really the only way to know that exactly is to hear what the kids have to say... and they only have fond words. 

Also, this is totally Julian trying to bond with his son’s new interest-

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Ohhh could I request “I don't think I'll ever be able to live without you.” + “I can’t take it anymore...” for Asra x MC? Fluff or Angst, dealers choice ;)

Dealers choice? I choose BOTH. Prompts from HERE!

“I can’t take it anymore…” Blood was pounding in his ears from just the confession alone. Tea this late at night while barely clothed tended to do this to him, and while in bed among the walls of pillows and hung up blankets it made his confession brimmed with romantic tension. It just made him feel like he was drowning, a pleasant agony that filled his lungs and prickled his skin, the feeling of deep and unconditional love that burned from his very core. He felt so… melodramatic.

But when they stared at him like that, he didn’t know how else to act. When they held his hand and stroked over his fingers, nuzzling into each pad, it made that drowning feel ever more like heaven. He didn’t worry about whatever happened outside of their bed haven. The torment of the Count was a footnote- an annoyance if anything. “I love you,” leaves him for the first time between them in a dreamy breath akin to the swimming adoration deep in his lavender eyes. 

Then they chuckle, not mocking or awkward, but a light and airy sound of all the relaxation between them slipping out around them. A kiss is so much more. The breath shared through them is revitalizing and gives Asra the energy to ache for them so much more. When they part, he can see the love from him reflected in their eyes, and they ache for him just as much if not more. They breathe out a calmed sigh, and murmur back, “I don’t think I could ever live without you...” 

And he would never leave them, would never make them even consider the thought of departure- no matter how bad this flu became as it began its crawl through the streets of Vesuvia. 

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ooh, Fluff 5. “It’s always been you.”, with asra/nb!mc? ;o; if you want! i love your writing sm 🖤🖤

Hi my name is ‘I am so sorry’ and prompt came from HERE!

I’ve never really had many regrets in my life- and I always do things in good faith or at least try to in the very least. I think, of all the decisions I’ve made, deciding to sell masks all those years ago was the best- because I got to meet you. I’ve felt so lost for the longest time before that, ever since I lost my parents. I was always looking for happiness, or a place to call home, or... or something that made me feel right and whole again...

And it was you, it’s always been you. You’re my happiness, my home, the person who makes me feel right and whole again. And I’m so sorry that these words come to you like this but... I love you. I don’t know what made me think that leaving home was right because not having you by my side is the worst torture I have ever imagined to be possible. You were right, and I’m coming back. I love you, and be safe. I’ll be back soon. 

--Asra

With a magical, waxen seal, the parchment left his hands and was now in the posession of the South flying doves, as trusted in their guidance as any man and twice as fast. Asra pulled on his hat and allowed Faust to coil tighter around his neck, ready for the journey ahead. He would bound across vast plains and rolling deserts for them- and he did exactly that on his trek to Vesuvia, only to find the horror that the plague had toiled upon its once luxurious streets. But they were okay- they had to be. They are his happinesss, his home, his heart after all, and he wasn’t about to lose all three at once again. 

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If requests aren’t open then my bad I’ve must’ve not seen it and I’m super sorry, but if they are, do u uh. Do u have any... thoughts? Headcanons? Feelings? About Julian x Mc x Muriel? I really don’t see a lot of it, which is a bit of a shame, bc i feel like muriel just feels the same about Julian as he does towards the apprentice (‘they r loud and nosey. And cute. Hate that.’ But still warms up, yknow?). Idk I feel like it could be cute idk

I think you’re right in that I believe Muriel could potentially warm up to Julian-- and honestly my thoughts on this might be a bit skewed because I haven’t played any of Muriel’s route yet--- BUT

I think Muriel’s feelings on Julian might be similar to his feelings on the apprentice simply because of what the apprentice and Julian ‘put’ Asra through IE a lot of emotional pain. Obviously, they didn’t mean to do that (I don’t believe), but the apprentice did put Asra through grief because of their death while Julian was sorta just an escape for that emotional sorrow and also didn’t help Asra that much through healing terms. I feel like Muriel just sees the apprentice and Julian as Asra’s quick fixes for going through his own healing, and because Asra and Muriel are so close Muriel wouldn’t really like that. 

That being said, one on one time with Julian and the apprentice would CERTAINLY help with that healing and realizing just how good of people the apprentice and Julian could be, ESPECIALLY with mutual healing between the three of them. A lot of the early start of the relationship has to do with past healing- and I think especially between Muriel and Julian there would be quite a bit of respect coming on both ends as time goes on. 

Muriel’s insistance that Julian’s self-blame (in terms of the plague and the apprentice dying because of his lack of interference) is not needed REALLY helps Julian out, and in turn Julian’s dedication and hard work to become a better and healing man would definitely rub off on Muriel and make him appreciate the doctor more. 

As far as headcanons are concerned- Julian sort of helps Muriel reluctantly become a more outspoken and socially active (although not nearly as much as Julian is) person, and they both become more forward in terms of relationships. They still tend to counter each other in personality and wants, but they also move forward in a unique way. 

I think a poly relationship with them and MC would be difficult seeing as they counter each other so much. Although the respect and perhaps affection is there, I feel like Muriel would just get too overwhelmed by Julian sometimes. As long as Julian is willing to slow down for Muriel’s sake, it might be easier to traverse a potential relationship between the three of you. 

MC might end up playing the middle man a lot, a sort of bridge to help them coincide and bond even more. I can definitely see, while in a relationship, Muriel slowly becoming more forward with Julian in a physical sense- although it is slow. Intimacy between the two would be taken slowly and carefully, although it may be easier with MC in the picture. There is A LOT of cuddling and backrubs involved, and trio baths help in easing the nerves and heightening the romance. 

The further into the relationship the three become, the more Julian feels comfortable in becoming ‘spontaneous’ in the bedroom- going as far as to squeeze Muriel from behind and kiss between his shoulders despite the grumble he receives in turn. He’ll always get a reluctant smooch back if he asks for it though- and it’s always with a little, embarrassed smile. 

Overall, it’s a very tortoise based movement to their relationship. I don’t see Muriel and Julian by themselves making it too far, but with MC there is definitely more potential there. I think it’s definitely a cute poly ship though and has the potential to really help both Muriel and Julian become stable both by themselves AND with each other. 

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hello! could i ask for Nadia, Lucio and Portia with a big buff s/o who is the BIgGEST dork. like. ever. they could bench-press their partner easily, but they're really goofy and cheesy with their flirts and when they fluster their partner they just have this big dumb love struck grin on their face (im a sucker for dorks in love okay-)

I do love me some stronk babes- ESPECIALLY stronk babes that are cutesy and dorky and in love <3

Nadia-

She doesn’t get flustered often, or at least that’s something she tries to uphold as a fact. That being said, her partner is easily one who is able to denounce the fact into just an ideal fantasy. 

There’s something about the ‘biggest dork’ part that turns her from purely admiring of her partner to full blown ‘oh god- oh they’re so cute...’

She’s a big fan of her partner just out of no where swooping her up off her feet and into her arms, maybe not quite a passionate gesture but out of fun? It has Nadia absolutely giggling like mad and trying to hide her blush. She will insist not to do it with others around but honestly... she actually really likes it, even if people tease her as a Countess being swooped off her feet. 

Bench pressing her also leads to a laughing fit, a mixture of her just astounded that someone would so unabashedly be up to lugging her around out of no where as well as just how cute her partner looks with that beaming smile all the time... she really needed someone just unhindered and goofy to lighten her load. 

Lucio- 

He’s a bit thrown to have such a stronk partner that looks so blissfully enamored by him. Sure, lust he can see, but the way their eyes sparkle when they land on him makes his chest tighten every time...

He mostly tries to push that lovey dovey feeling away, smirking it off and in turn admiring them just as much, compliment after compliment not only about their muscles coming their way, but his hands do like to linger and feel them when he lays the flirtation on just as thick. 

But use those muscles against him, either in just really tight hugs or doing the bench pressing method and it will have him turned to putty in seconds. He’s very fond of the tight hugs especially, and even when he’s stressed or angry about something it will end up melting him back into their arms, closing his eyes as they seem to protect him against the world...

If you try bench pressing him though he’ll definitely try to do the same in return (although my bet is that he won’t make it past one rep) to get them just as flustered. He’s not opposed to being picked up, but it’s not what flusters him the most either. He’ll try to squeeze a piggy back (or several) out of them. 

Portia-

Definitely the most flustered by her muscley partner. She won’t even realize that she feels up their arm muscles while idly cuddling or talking unless they point it out- to which she’ll blush and look away, shrugging it off. 

She’s not as embarrassed by these tendencies just because her partner is so easy going and sweet about it. And if they actually enjoy and encourage it she outright squeals and keeps the behavior up, even in bed when they fall asleep she will just trace their arms, stomach, and chest before completely falling asleep. 

What gets her the most is being picked up. The way they effortlessly sweep her up like a blushing bride just makes her heart pick up pace, and when they smile at her, call her that cute little pet name- she can’t help her dark red cheeks and hiding her smile as she tucks against their chest and allows them to bring her around wherever they please. 

She will never get over the mixture of stronk and sweet babe that she managed to partner up with, always a flustered mess when she’s picked up and even more blubbering in her embarrassment and slight arousal when she’s bench pressed without strain. But it’s their goofy attitude that makes her completely abandon her embarrassment every time. 

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could you do fluff #10 for valerius/mc?

I took a little liberty with the sentence structure, I hope you don’t mind~ Prompt came from HERE!

“How are you feeling?” When they come in, Valerius swears that the candles in the room burn just a little bit brighter. Of course, he didn’t know much about magic, but he was sure that it wasn’t that which made everything so much more tender. They meander around for a moment, setting down a glass of water and a bit of breakfast before opening the curtains, all while the Consul began shifting beneath the covers. They’d only turned around the moment he had kicked the blankets off in frustration and pushed himself up on wobbly elbows. “Val- don’t strain yourself-” they reach out quickly, only ushered away when he grumbles to wait.

It didn’t kick in at first, only days later did the strain of arcane magic- although only for a few years as compared to others- finally catch up with its pending exhaustion and had hit him hard enough to the point where bed rest was essential. He despised it. He felt utterly vulnerable, weak, and useless and even began to wonder if Nadia might retract her previous sentiments towards his change. But that was a problem for another time. Although it all weighed heavily on his mind from time to time, he did find that there was one plus to being bed-bound, and that was the mage who often came to give him both company and assistance where needed.

He finally sat up fully with a few minutes of struggle, all while the mage stood a careful foot away with brow stitched in worry then soon smiling as Valerius’ struggle began to seep away. Only the next few days would tell if he’d get even better, but for now- he extended a hand to hold theirs and he gave a breathy sigh. “I don’t think I’ve said it yet, but thank you. Despite everything, you’re here for me. Despite all the things that went wrong in my life... you’ve managed to be the one thing that went right. I wish I can one day repay that in some way.”

Their smile grows a bit. “Well that’s for the future- for now, I just want you resting and better, so let’s work on that.”