julian: who here HASN’T stuck something up their ass?

asra:…

nadia:…

portia:…

lucio:…

muriel:…

julian:exactly.

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 (༎ຶ⌑༎ຶ)

Another commission done for @maddiemira and her cute mc with Muriel being cute book worms ʕ·ᴥ·ʔ This one was a more relaxed sketch doodle~

gedanklune:

Selkie Muriel… MY BELOVED

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Portia

• Y E E T

• Bruh

• Bet

• Shook/shooketh

• Boi (regardless of gender identity)

• Knows all the dirtiest, filthiest pirate slang and enjoys the shade of red your face turns when she’s got you under one arm and a pint of ale in the other, telling you all the most outrageously trashy pirate gutter jokes she can remember.

• Enjoys “dummy thicc.”

Nadia

• Have you met her?
  

• Highly articulate and eloquent, schooled in all the nuances of proper deportment, a strict grammarian, could deliver a Julius Caesar-style oration in her sleep.
  

• In private, mutters “fuck” to herself very gently when she’s frustrated.
  

• Sounds like a 3000-year-old vampire when trying to copy Portia’s slang, ex: “Perhaps we should, how would you say? ‘Yeet’ (hard emphasis on the ‘t’) out of the premises?”, “I am, as my dearest Portia would say, absolutely shook. Simply shook, Valerius. Not one soul in all of Vesuvia would be as shook as I am in this moment.”

Muriel

• Oi

• As in, “Oi, the fuck?”

• Uh

• Uhm

• Ehrm

• Hrrmmm

• Errrr

• NOPE. NOPENOPENOPENOPENOPE.

• Everyone knows he is wild mountain boi. What you may not know is, while he’s not exactly Snow White, he can mimic the screeches of foxes, the chirping of birds, the baying of wolves, and the chittering of squirrels. You might get the impression that he’s more fluent in their languages than his own.
  

• Won’t interact with snakes, those fuckers can leave him alone.
  

Julian

• Uses your dad’s slang, sounds like your dad using your slang.
  

• “Well, I’ll be…”

• “Hooplah.”

• He’s traveled the world, and we are all familiar with his use of “En garde!” but did you know that he will use Nevonese slang when particularly frustrated or otherwise flustered?
  

• Will pepper his language with various bits of slang and vernacular he’s picked up from other lands when he gets excited or really into a story he’s telling. It will sound like nonsense.
  

• “So, I had that blade between my teeth and climbed the mast -like so- and would you believe that sling-necked scrogg had his uppers so wonked, he damn near cracked the bacon and flew ass-over-garters back off the bow, what a tanty.”
  

• Knows all the pirate slang. Gets a little rowdy after a few too many salty bitters (a favorite among pirates, that’s why he has such a taste for it) and come on hot and heavy with the pirate slang.
  

• Will end a particularly intense market stall haggle with, “… savvy?”

Asra

• You’ve heard of slang from other lands, but have you heard slang from other realms?
  

• From inhuman gargles and croaks to delicate squeaks and chittering, if you ask him to speak of what he’s learned and heard from other realities in the realms of his dreaming, he is an open book; a book whose author is on peyote.
  

• I headcanon Asra as Lisa Frank serving Dumbledore realness, so it would not surprise me if he knows how to speak the language of the mermaids, and probably Goddamn dolphins.
  

• Asra is swimming in an ocean, a friendly dolphin swims over to say hi, they trade “EeEeEEeEeEEeeeeEEEeee” back and forth until he bursts into uncontrollable laughter at a joke that only they understand.
  

• Will use entirely unrelated words in conversation as slang because his particular blend of spiritual awareness probably gives him synesthesia.
  

• “Oh, I don’t know about that song, it’s a little squishy.”
  

• “That painting is hungry.”
  

• “This soup smells so pointy!”

• “Aaaaaay, lmao.”

Lucio

• Bitch.Bitch. BITCH. Oh, Bitch! …ᵇᶦᵗᶜʰ
  

• “Read you to FILTH.“

• “Is that a read?”

• Busted-ass _____.

• “Feeling the fantasy.”
  

• “Bitch, I am GAGGING.”

• “Glowing for the Gods.”

• Drag slang for days, peppered with bits of “proper” language he learned from Nadia and his court, but if you don’t think he had ki kis with Valerius…
  

Modern Vesuvia is a sprawling Metropolis, busy with throngs people doing too many things. Getting coffee, going to work, sightseeing, shopping, living their busy lives.

It plays host to seemingly endless rush-hour traffic, packed and thriving shopping districts, exploding with life and activity, and bloated with modern conveniences, a network of glowing LED screens connecting each citizen to each other in perpetuity.

But as you drive south, the city seems to dwindle before your eyes; skyscrapers and plazas give way to trees and fields dotted here and there with little houses until it is just winding roads lined by tall trees, until four lanes become two, then become one, until tarmac is replaced by gravel, gravel replaced by dirt.

The hum of the city is now a faint murmur, deafened by the rustle of leaves and a breeze like warm breath on the back of your neck. Beyond the hills and trees, across a small but vivacious stream winding its way through the foliage is a cabin.

In this cabin is Muriel. If you’re lucky enough for him to consider you a friend (by which I mean, extremely lucky) he might make you a cup of tea he plucked and dried from his own garden and tell you a few things about himself.

• He built his cabin from the ground up with nothing but his own two hands and it is a literal work of art. He constructed his own plumbing system and everything. He hasn’t bothered to figure out electricity, and instead prefers to live by the light of the sun or by the flicker of firelight.
  

• He will tell you that he does not own the land he lives on, and neither does Vesuvia; the land gives herself to you and if you treat her right, offer her kindness, honor her in the right ways, your partnership yields abundance. He lives and will die by this philosophy. As such, his cucumbers and tomatoes are the biggest you’ve ever seen.
  

• He grows his own food, and if he wants it, he builds it. If ever there is a supply he needs from the city, he’ll begrudgingly drive his lovingly restored pickup truck to the city and grump his way through errands until he can return home. 

• Strict vegetarian. Could not imagine killing an animal for his own survival and gets a lot of his protein from eggies.
  

• For income, he builds furniture and sells it through a few shops in the city. His craftsmanship is second to none and they fetch a decent sum.

• He carved and lacquered a beautiful oak pendant for Asra in the shape of a nautilus shell. Asra stroked it reverently with his thumbs and suggested, “You could sell these pieces. I’ve a nook in the shop…” Muriel has been avoiding the profits from his merchandise in Asra’s shop for over a year now.
  

• Does not have a social media presence at all. No Tweeters, no Facepages, no Instacram.
  

• Refused to buy himself a phone until Asra bought him one. It was quite a compromise. Asra had a Blackberry picked out initially, then imagined Muriel’s large fingers clumsily punching the wrong tiny buttons, and defaulted to an ancient Nokia flip phone.
  

• Muriel’s first text was to Asra. It read: “Is this thing working??? Can u hear me???”

• He never quite got the hang of texting. His texts read more like letters.
  

• “Dear Asra, hope u are doing well. I hope u like the fox I carved u and the tea leaves I dried. The mint came in really nice and full this spring. U are always welcome here at the cabin. Inanna misses u. Take care. Muriel.”
  

• His chicken coop is built with care and every chicken luxury he can think of, and when the Spring storms come in, his cabin is overrun with clucking chickens. The storms scare them and he can’t abide having them outside. 

• Of course he composts. He has his own “recipe” for composted fertilizer that he is very, very proud of.
  

• Refuses to call it “living off the land.” He prefers, “living with the land.”

• Has thought about keeping goats for the milk and entertainment. The inherent sweetness and silliness in their nature appeals to him but something about them… feels wrong.
  

Part 3: Nadia Edition can be found here.

Part 2: Lucio Edition can be found here.

Part 1: Asra Edition can be found here.

Muriel stans, I have come bearing some justice for your boi.

What started out as a joke I thought of randomly turned into my most popular shitpost on this blog, and ya’ll had some opinions.

Please let me tell you, Muriel fans, that your love for him is beautiful and what began as a snarky post about the Arcana cast = toilets has turned into a tiny movement that has touched the deepest chasm of my heart.

I should clarify that this was meant as “The Cast AS bathrooms” and not “the bathrooms they deserve,” however:

Reparationsmust be made. For the precious mountain boi.

So I bring you, Muriel stans, a very sweet headcanon.

Muriel’s Bathroom HC

• It is no mystery that Muriel hasn’t spared the briefest of moments to truly take care of himself. This much was apparent upon your first meeting, and through the months that you have truly known each other, thinking of it has twisted your stomach into countless little knots.
  

• The Devil defeated, Lucio awarded his just desserts, the world upright finally, you’ve both taken some time to catch your collective breath and look forward to, for once, a tangible and wonderful future.
  

• Your next task is to shower him with love and appreciation, polish him up with kisses and care, uplift him with soft words, and smooth him down with careful hands.
  

• When you first started spending time with him, his wildness excited you. He talked to animals as if he understood them, as if they both spoke a secret language evolved from the snap of twigs underfoot and the whispers of breeze through branches. He bathed himself in springs and waterfalls, took his meals under a canopy of stars, woke to the scantest rays of dawn, to the singing of many birds, whose names he knew in the way one knows how to breathe or open their eyes.
  

• Muriel wears nature as one would wear a mantle and while part of you is pained to lessen the magic of their union, you grow acutely aware of the little luxuries that make him hum with a guilty kind of pleasure: a fine cup of artisan’s tea, the softness of your garments against his skin when he holds you, the sweetness of the cakes you bring from the bazaar melting on his tongue, and more importantly, a long and sinful soak in a deep, perfumed bath.
  

• You begin to ask more frequently if he’ll join you on your journeys into the city, perhaps visit the bathhouse. You are chasing the look of pleasure in his eyes, the feeling of tension uncoiling in his arms when you ask these little things of him. You try to be subtle. After several inquiries, he gives you a curious look and you realize that you’re not very good as subtleties.
  

• The Countess asks you to favor her with the completion of an assignment; a task requiring three or more weeks away from Muriel and away from the hut. She will, of course, reward you handsomely and with thoughts of spoiling Muriel with more luxuries at the forefront of your mind, you reluctantly kiss him goodbye as you leave.
  

• He must stay in the forest. The chickens need care, he has many things to do, he assures you that he’ll be plenty busy enough and won’t be overly pained at your absence.
  

• Your task is arduous, though not the most difficult thing you have done. It’s taken longer than expected and it is with much relief that you journey back to the hut, back to home, back to Muriel, whom you missed like you would your own teeth.
  

• Much to your surprise and delight, Muriel is waiting for you at the edge of the forest, torch in hand, bathed in milky twilight.
  

• “I, uh, wanted to show you something.” His large hand envelopes yours in a gentle grasp as he leads you through the forest and towards the hut by torchlight. 

• You gasp audibly when you see it- he certainly has kept himself busy during your long absence; he’s built an addition to the hut that fills you with delight and your body vibrates with excitement.
  

• He’s hunched behind you and grumbles hesitantly, “I- I know it’s not much, I didn’t have a lot of time, but you know… you were talking about baths and stuff and… don’t wanna go to the city for a damn bath, so-”

• You end his consternation with a hungry kiss, your arms thrown about his massive shoulders as far as they can reach, and mutter “It’s perfect,” against his slackened mouth.
  

• “Hang that torch over there,” you say, tugging teasingly at his index finger in the direction of the massive soaking tub, “Let’s take a bath.” 

Mea culpa, Muriel mains, may my offering bring you much joy.

katiekoff:

Sometime ago I imagined what dance style would suit some characters. Actually, I wanted to draw it, but it seems to last forever. So I made a simple line art instead.

Asra: swing or rock’n’roll

Pure joy, easiness, a lot of jumps and supporting - swing is an explosion of feelings. And I think it suits Asra very much.

Julian: tango

Just no doubt. Passion, seduction, emotions, drama, tension - sounds like Julian, huh?

Muriel: waltz

Well, not that I think he really will dance. But IF it’d happen, it may be waltz or simple slow dance. So that he wouldn’t have to jump or stand out among other dancers.

BUT! (bonus just for fun)

If Muriel dances, this idea could end like this…

they will just fall sooner or later

Lucio: private dance

Lap dance or something. I thought about Lucio for awhile and decided he could dance bachata or samba. Or a private dance - he would sit and watch… but not for long, because, you know, he is terrible in waiting.

I’m just fucking diviner, you know.

I drew this a long time ago, all this shit about waltz and falling xD So now this is officially canon!

P.S. Valdemar is creeepy.

P.P.S. Goatman is hot.

P.P.P.S. WHERE IS CG again, it’s not funny anymore.

Well, here is something about this Muriel’s update. Again, I’m sorry for the mistakes.

Spoilers ahead!

I loved his route more than others, but not this chapter.  I’m seized by an ambivalent feeling, and there’re many things that I don’t like here, too much, actually.

First, timeskip. It was done rude and carelessly. Picture-picture-picture, here we are, hello, Vesuvia. I was pretty sure, that it was Asra who brought them back home, through the fountain, as he did in his route. It would be much better, I think.

Then, I don’t like Asrian. I don’t want to offend ppl who like them, it’s just my opinion based on mine experience - people who had such toxic relationship couldn’t just start over and have a healthy relarionship. Julian, maybe, but not Asra - not that Asra which devs showed us.

Then, romance scenes. Yes, bath and room scenes, I look at you. This is 14th book and we’re still marking time. Quick pecking, kisses to cheek - I get it, it’s quite sweet and soft, but hey, we have an adult male here was finally able to open up. And he almost kissed MC in the last chapter (and it was most erotical scene in this game, screw you, Jaeger!). Let us see more… pasiion, idk. Muriel isn’t a fluffy chicken - he can do what he wants, like in the scene in the beginning of this chapter when he pulled MC from Lucio. He’s protective, he’s soft, he’s scared, he’s gentle, but he can be decisive as we already saw, he can do things and he can speakthings.

Then, and mostly, Natiqa. Actually I like her, but here… It’s a big and solid NO. I hate all this scene with chicken and Julian. Pranking Julian was fun in Asra’s route, it was quite sweet and er… kind? But here - what the hell it was? An enormous chicken? Clucking Muriel? Suddenly dumbed Julian? What the hell is going on with you devs, why are you doing this to your characters? First it was courtiers in Pasha’s route, now it’s poor Julian - just why? This shit wasn’t in Muriel’s nature, and I felt myself ashamed during this scene, it was gross. I don’t know, maybe it’s like language barrier, but in humor, like humor barrier. But I don’t understand such a humor, it’s humiliating, not fun. There could be something else, there could be breakfast (they went to eat, do you remember?) there could be some dialogue between Muriel and MC, there could be something fun, bot not this. This was awful.

So what do I like?

Muriel, of course, i love him to the moon and back, and his interactions with MC was a pure silver (they would be a pure gold, if there would be more passion as i said).

The scene where MC talks to Asra and then Muriel shakes off snow from MC’s knees is brilliant. I was swooning, really.

I liked ribbon in his hair (but how he did his hair again by himself?), and I didn’t like his masquerade outfit. It has beautiful colors, but it doesn’t suit him - all the style, I mean.

I don’t know, I’m a bit dissapointed. I don’t expect anymore from Portia’s route, but Muriel’s and Lucio’s was good, especially Muriel’s. But not now. Last Lucio’s book was boring, and this… idk what to feel. Don’t do this to your fans, devs, please.

But this - this was good. Really good. But continuing was… meh.

Ah, yes, Morga’s ghost is intriguing. It’s just me or this ghost really can be something different then it seems? Red eyes are suspicious.

Dixi.

Has anyone noticed this?

Dadlian and Dadriel content ❤️ I wanted to draw more Julian and Lily content, so here’s baby Lily and 20 years old Lily with her Papa.
Bonus, little Lily and Myron napping on Papa Muri✨
I think both Julian and Muriel would be such amazing dads

( Lily is the daughter of Julian and my MC, Clara. Myron is the son of Muriel and @jyuukichannart ’s MC, Julith. )

Art, Lily belongs to me © @dreamer-rena-artz
The Arcana, Julian and Muriel  © Nix Hydra
Myron belongs to © @jyuukichannart
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Muriel: When I was younger I tried to form a gang once.

Asra: How’d it go?

Muriel: It turned into a book club.

Asra: Alright, who picked Monopoly?!

Nadia: Julian did.

Julian: I didn’t know he’d take it so seriously!

Asra: Dude, Lucio plays real-life monopoly! How could you not think this through?!

Julian: He never played!

Lucio: I warned you guys. You should’ve let me play go fish like I wanted to, now roll the dice, Julian, and be prepared to give me everything!

Malzelinka: *Sees people doing dumb shit* oh my god, what idiots.

Malzelinka: *Realizes that its Julian and Portia* oh mY GOD, THOSE ARE MY IDIOTS!

Nadia: In your opinion, what would you say is the height of stupidity?

MC: Well I th-

Asra: Hey, Julian, how tall are you?

Muriel from The Arcana

extra version below

I’m only on book 9 of his route, but I love how half of his development so far has simply been him letting MC adorn him with cute things

(Insta repost monochrome commissions)

Commissions for

@moonlitniek on insta

@dr-devoraak of her apprentice Iltariya with my apprentice Garance and with Muriel