#julian the arcana
lucio: when was the last time you peed the bed?
julian:11
lucio:o'clock?
julian: YEARS OLD.
asra: why are you yelling so loud??? we’re in a populated area!!!
julian: you’re a populated area!
julian: …im sorry that was mean
julian: you’re populated as in like… bacteria and cells and stuff that’s good to have
julian: who here HASN’T stuck something up their ass?
asra:…
nadia:…
portia:…
lucio:…
muriel:…
julian:exactly.
lucio: i would never want to break a rib, cuz the doctors would have to take it out of you.
julian: lucio, they… they don’t take out ribs when you break them.
lucio: yeah they do! you can’t just have broken ribs in you!
julian: i don’t know how to tell you this but… broken bones can heal.
lucio:…what
asra: FAUST JUST TOOK A HUMAN-SIZED SHIT ON MY BED
lucio:who?
lucio: wait is that your mom’s name?
julian: THAT’S HIS SNAKE LUCIO.
lucio: what’s the communism logo again? like, the mortar and pestle or something like that?
julian: MORTAR AND PESTLE???
asra:LOGO???
The new tale filled me with all sorts of feels! How did you guys like it? :D
Working on my next piece ✨
Come with me.. Honestly I was so inspired for this one
Behind the eyes
I finally found the time to draw this comic!
It’s been sitting in sketches for over a year! I also missed my gremlin baby girl so much! I’ll be drawing her more in the future but mostly in her mommy form (since my focus is still on the kiddos~)
I talked briefly about Roff'ivels eyes when i posted more about Onoras past…this time i wanted to explain a bit more of what they do. Hope you all like it (༎ຶ⌑༎ຶ)
Trial by combat - Asra’s book 11 Justice but with an intervention Pt 3
Timeout! ⏰ (Pt 5/???)
Bad boy! Bad boy!
Hey guys
Sometimes, I sketch.
I’m not as good as all the artists I see on here, but it makes me feel nice. All the art I see of all your MCs got me a little inspired, so here’s a WIP of my apprentice, Alizée Farroukh, and his resting bitch face.
More than three years ago, Vesuvia found itself in the iron grip of a highly contagious and lethal plague. The Oculorubrumvirus, more commonly known as The Red Eye Virus, was thought to coincide with the sudden introduction of an invasive species of red-colored beetle not native to Vesuvia: Liliocerus Lilii, aka the Lily Leaf Beetle.
Entomologists traced this exotic species of beetle to the forests of the far South, found to be endemic to the darkest and most lush areas near caves, where lilies are prone to grow in dense clusters.
Vesuvia’s scientific community could not, however, identify the exact link between the beetles and the new virus, which was beginning to be reported with alarming frequency first on the outskirts of the city, then within the heart of the city itself.
Full-scale panic reached a crescendo when the Prime Minister, himself, was reported as being among the infected.
Enter Dr. Julian Devorak, aspiring virologist and professional vagabond.
- It has not escaped my notice that a few of you have drawn comparisons between Dr. Disaster and Crowley the Demon, and I am here for it. He rocks leather blazers, tight jeans, messy hair, and sunglasses: sunglasses during the day, sunglasses at night, sunglasses indoors, outdoors, there will be sunglasses and you’ll just have to deal with it.
- Are you a Barista? Can you keep a straight face when a 6′4″ zombie-skeleton-man in scrubs stained with blood and/or vomit shambles up to your counter at the stroke of 5 AM requesting, in what barely counts as English, 6 extra shots of espresso in his lightly-sweetened Venti nitro-brew? Will you smile politely as he frat-boy chugs his drink order right there, slams his glass on the counter and asks for another in a series of grunts and sputtering? Do you gingerly hand him napkins to wipe the stray droplets from his chin and neck? He lovesyou,darling. He will sink to his knees in supplication and kiss your hands and make sure he tips you generously. You’re an angel, sent to his earth bearing blessings and abundance. You are the center of his universe, you miracle. You absolute treasure.
- Has driven the same old, lovingly maintained motorbike for the last 15 years. Her name is Lola, and while she’s not the newest, shiniest model, she gets a good 40 miles to the gallon, she’s sleek, she’s midnight black, and she’s reliable. He never rides with a helmet, but if you were to be his passenger, he would attach her sidecar, make you wear a helmet with the visor down, thank you, and an armored biking jacket, all of which he’d strap you up in while lecturing you about road rash, concussions, and the dangers of gravity.
- His secret superpower is attracting a cabal of old, crusty battleax nurses to take care of him at every facility he’s ever provided care at. There’s something about a charming, wan skeleton-man that compels old women to rocket into Nanny-mode. “Christ, Julian, I’ve got this ultrasound, you go lay down on that gurney and get some shut-eye.”
- “DOCTOR DEVORAK, drop those charts and come have some tea, you look half-past-dead and gettin’ stiffer, come on.”
- Mostly subsists off of what he can find in hospital vending machines and has a large leather sack full of coins just for this purpose.
- He’s a certified workaholic and will run on fumes until his body throws a tantrum and gives up, so he ends up passing out in odd places: hunched over kitchen counters, half dressed in a drooling pile on his living room floor, upside down on his couch, in the trunk of his neighbor’s car, under a cart of urine samples at the hospital, curled around a potted plant in the front lobby, and once hanging halfway out of Mazelinka’s window. The worst part is that Maz is on the third floor and his bottom half was hanging out of the window.
- These scrubs, and you can fucking fight me about it.
- When he’s not killing himself at the hospital, he can be found relaxing at the pub and if you buy him a salty bitters
or five, he’ll tell you a few harrowing tales about his time apprenticing as a medic on fishing vessels, especially that one time a tuna clipper he was providing services on was hijacked by Molovian pirates and he had naught but a few inches of rope and a good, solid pipe to defend himself with. The pub regulars have heard it several times, but they always laugh. It’s a favorite.
- Has a shitpost meme account on Instagram, and another Instagram where he posts pictures of pranks he’s pulled on other doctors at the hospital.
- Has probably the most eclectic taste in music out of the main 6 and bought a Spotify premium account so he could make meticulously curated playlists for every situation. Definitely speeds down the highway on Lola blasting The Black Keys through his airpods.
- If things get spicy between himself and another person, it’s not wise to roleplay a doctor/patient scenario. He will take it entirely too seriously, regardless of what role he’s in, and the mood will be ruined until other measures are employed.
Ex: “Oh-ho-ho-okay, MC, I’m going to gently hold you here, and you cough for me, ha ha ;)”
MC: *exaggerated sexy cough* ( ͡~ ͜ʖ ͡°)
“Oh- oh God, I think you have a testicular hernia, ho-holy shit, ah, have you gotten this checked out before, fuckin’ yikes, we need x-rays yesterday-”
Part 4: Muriel Edition can be found here.
Part 3: Nadia Edition can be found here.
Part 2: Lucio Edition can be found here.
Part 1: Asra Edition can be found here.
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MC: Why do you burn corpses?
Valdemar: Because it’s expensive to dissolve corpses in acid, and firewood is cheap.
MC: I always dreamed of dying that way. And the ashes to be scattered in the wind! I don’t want to rot in the ground!
Valdemar: Yes, rotting in the ground is at least dangerous. Necrophiles, necrophages or worse necromancers…
MC: That’s a good point too.
Valdemar: Necromancers are the worst, by the way. It’s one thing if you get eaten or fucked after death, but making someone live and work after death is too much.
Lucio: People need to trust me more. Have I ever got you guys into uncomfortable or dangerous situations?
Nadia, Julian, Asra, Muriel: Yes…
MC: Literally all the time…
Lucio: Well you should be used to it by now.
Julian: Honey, do you know what day it is today?
Julian: Exactly one year ago you punch me for the first time…
Asra: Like it was yesterday.
Julian: Yeah, you’ve been hitting me for a year…
Julian: You must take this medicine for the rest of your life.
Lucio: But, doctor, it says here: “Take it for two months”!
Julian: And what did I say…???
Julian: Do you have any books on suicide? Can you lend them to me?
Asra: Are you sure you’ll get them back?
MC: Have you ever been woken up by a …blowjob?
Julian: Yes, I was once.
Asra: And ever since then, he always sleeps with his mouth closed…
Julian has changed a lot over the summer…
Julian: Do you answer phone calls during sex?
Asra: If this is my apprentice, of course yes. Because I love them.
Real life Julian Devorak:
(Yes, I know about Jeff Goldblum)