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blitheringbongus · 2 months

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Excuse me! I know you drew it a while ago, but I was curious, the human mumbo you drew, is this him pre transition? :D if so, even if he's still a nervous wreck, he looks much more confident nowadays than he does there :]

Hi!! Hello!!

Yes, my human design of him is pre his transition, also there was another ask which asked for more information on my AU for him but I think I accidentally deleted it so I’m just gonna combine the two

He was a ‚housewife‘ in the late 1800s (I did zero research on clothing and stuff for that time so not everything’s accurate), who had a husband and daughter.

His husband knew of him being trans, and he supported it fully, drawing a mustache on his face and letting him wear his clothes and everything.

Sadly Mumbo didn’t have the courage to go out like this in public in fear of being found out.

His husband was a painter, he owned an art studio and mostly painted oil paintings of landscapes and portraits, he was overall very bubbly and sweet.

Their child’s name was Eliza, she was quite the chaotic and messy type of child but overall lovable. She grew up to be an art teacher :] (cheesy, I know)

As for Mumbo himself, he spent his day, of course, doing ‚housewife‘ stuff, but he also loved to experiment taking pictures with his camera as well as do overall experiments with mechanical stuff, such as build small trinkets like a walking duckling.

Mumbo outlived both of them

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mjart12699 · 2 months

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Help I’m simping again

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sunflowerwizard · 9 months

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Mrs. Aele'nor Ravenguard 😭💖

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 spoilers #bg3 spoilers #bg3 wyll #wyll x tav #wyll x mc #oc: aele'nor #ship: wyllanor #twilisart #twilisocs #ENGAGED BETROTHED AFFIANCED ETC #sobbing over how she starts as a lonely hermit who doesn't believe she belongs anywhere #to finding belonging and purpose and eventually love in her weird little tadpoled found family

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ghouljams · 6 months

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“…then I will carry your weight, look here's my name, burden me.”

That sentence right there. Like oh my god!!! Makes me want to ugly cry because I’m so damn sure that Witch has been by herself for bit. Whenever you write about her she’s always by herself in her home and that’s not a bad thing but I wonder if she feels lonely.

Plus! Generations of magic all crammed into her and I just know she feels burdened by it to some degree. Burdened to preform perfectly. Burdened to be the best. Burdened with the weight of your family legacy. Then here comes John waltzing in and pretty much saying “I’ll carry it with you.”

And I jus-

AAAAAHHHHHHHH

I love him and I love Witch. Like please, y’all stop messing around and get married already❤️

Witch is such a deeply lonely character in my mind, and I try to show that when I write her. She's someone that's always taken care of others, but doesn't have anything to really show for it. She's alone in her family home despite the fact that her family is alive and well. She doesn't know how to entertain guests, only how to serve clients. She has very few friends. Very few people she can trust, that she can lean on.

Witch is a character that, through necessity/divine intervention/personal inability, has always been alone. She's the oldest child, groomed as the successor to her family's magic, never quite fitting in with the normal humans of the world. Everything in her life revolves around magic, everything has a purpose, everything has to be perfect to manage the burden on her shoulders. Witch is cheerful, she's kind and charming, but I don't know if she's ever really... enjoyed life. I don't think she's ever seen herself as more than a vessel for her magic.

Price is the first person to ask her how she's doing. It's literally the first thing out of his mouth in their first post: "How's my pretty Witch doing today?" And I think as their relationship progresses he sort of realizes how much she needs someone to care for her, not just care about her. Plenty of people may care about the Witch but look at how self sufficient she is, she doesn't need anyone to care for her! And she is, she's perfectly able to take care of herself, but that doesn't mean she needs to. That doesn't mean Price is going to let her. Let him carry the weight, let him take some of the loneliness, let him ease the burden into something manageable, just for a little while, just until you fall asleep.

Anyway Witch is a deeply personal character to me, but also one that I hope others can relate to. I think we've all sat and felt the weight of the world on our shoulders, and wished there was someone we could share it with.

#ghoul speaks #1fae1 #cod x oc #x oc #oc: witch #I could talk for days about Witch #the hermit is her patron card #as much as I wish I could say it's something a little kinder #more like the high priestess or the star #it's the hermit #tucked away to study while the world goes by #burdened with knowledge that few others understand #speaking a language of loneliness #older sister core tbh

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bruciemilf · 6 months

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I think Oscar Isaac should claim one more franchise and become a MK character under my authority

#inlove him am #it's 5am #mortal kombat #mk #mk1 #oc x canon #for context he's an older brother of an oc I drew a few months back #hes part Dragon part bitch #and he's a mountain hermit who's anti capitalism yet fell for a whole princess #we love Princess diana #digital art #art #my art #Lee draws #men #oscar isaac #should I tag???? dk #reblogs are appreciated!!

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scaredy-apprentice · 2 months

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Modern Arcana AU!

Muriel and Miena met at one of Nadia's parties at her apartment in the city, Miena felt like she needed air after interact with so many people and saw Asra's best friend Muriel... They talked a bit and feel relaxed with each other.

#the arcana #arcana #muriel #muriel the arcana #muriel the hermit #muriel of the kokhuri #muriel x mc #muriel x apprentice #muriel x reader #fan apprentice #miena #miena oc #apprentice miena

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hakurines · 4 months

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Alva lorenz IDV Hunter <3

-first drawing of him-

And my FC survi <3

#hakurines #my art #drawing #idv fanart #idv hermit #idv alva #idv hunter #identity v #fan art #self ship #oc #oc x canon #idv survivor

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dissembledthyme · 4 months

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The ancient femme men are married, y'all, that's it, that's the post

The lineart's super messy, but that's the heart of my account LMAO It looks better zoomed out

#oc x canon #canon x oc #cookie run oc #cookie run kingdom #cookie run fanart #cookie run #crk oc #crk fanart #my art #art #oc x pure vanilla #pure vanilla cookie #OC: Rich Honey Cookie #PureHoney #RichVanilla #haven't decided yet #Can you tell my art's improved a little over my hiatus lol #Reluctant Bee Hermit x Paragon of Kindness ngl #i just think they're neat

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otakusparkle · 5 months

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Identity V x The Chara Cafe Collaboration

Merchandises list

Collectibles Clear card

Clearfile

Badges (regular & big size)

Acrylic keychain with tassel

Pouch

Acrylic stand

For more information :

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chipkoy · 11 months

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they mean the world to me💚

#the arcana #the arcana oc #muriel x mc #muriel x bryn #muriel #muriel the mountain man #muriel the hermit #muriel the arcana #muriel of the kokhuri #bryn #bryn everett #digital art #my art

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arcanarubinaito · 5 days

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First Kiss

Quick little Author’s Note!

I haven’t planned this far ahead for their story, so I’m winging it. Idk if this will stick or if I’ll change it, but I enjoyed writing it :>

Summary:

Auric and Muriel had spent months out in the Southern wilds alone together, and attended a masquerade ripped straight out of a fairytale, slept in the same bed together multiple times; yet they have yet to share their first kiss. Sometimes, things are just slow to happen—and that’s not always a bad thing.

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SFW (<18), 1.2k Words, Vesuvia Weekly, First Kiss, Muriel, Auric Alnazar, Apprentice OC, Original Character(s), Romantic Relationships, Muriel/Auric, Muriel/OC, Fluff

By now, Auric and Muriel were used to nights like this—huddled together in front of a fire, Inanna dozing at their feet while embers swirled within a smoky haze. He had long since adopted the habit of burrowing himself under his companion’s cloak to help conserve heat. It wasn’t necessary anymore now that they were back in a warmer climate. However, Muriel didn’t object to it and it seemed both of them needed that familiarity and comfort right then. The only thing missing was the sound of a whetstone scraping along the edge of a spear.

Their tent was tucked away from the rest of the encampment to give them some semblance of privacy. Being around crowds again was just so exhausting; the noise of other people alone made it hard for Auric to sleep. Muriel wasn’t faring much better, the shadows under his eyes deeper and more pronounced than usual. His gaze fixed upon the fire, the light reflected in amber against a deep, somber forest green. Muriel’s eyes always seemed to carry a sadness Auric could never hope to extinguish. Even with all the progress they’d made together, Muriel was still haunted by his demons in a way that wasn’t so easily shaken. In a way, Auric was too.

He must’ve been staring because Muriel’s distant gaze slid quickly away from the flames to focus on him. It was one of those rare times where he made eye contact and held it longer than a few fleeting seconds; and Auric couldn’t look away even if he wanted to. “Are you okay?” Muriel’s voice rumbled softly, just barely breaking the silence. His hand twitched towards Auric’s, loosely looping their pinkies together in a tentative request for contact. The apprentice was more than happy to oblige and he slid closer, wrapping both of his hands around Muriel’s outstretched one. They slowly laced their fingers together and Auric rested his head over the other’s shoulder. He then pulled Muriel’s cloak closer and pressed in against his companion’s side with a long-suffering sigh.

“I’m… tired.” He responded after several seconds of silence. “Mostly just tired.” Words were never rushed between them, something he’d grown to appreciate in moments like these. There were plenty of other emotions and troubles, but Auric didn’t care too much to try and sort through them right now. He began to drag his thumb slowly over Muriel’s knuckles and felt every little raised scar. Little nicks from working with his hands mingled with larger, older splits from various fights. It was only a small part of a larger tapestry that made up Muriel’s life, one that Auric had woven himself into.

They lapsed into silence again, though it was more comfortable than before. Muriel made a motion to lift his arm and Auric reluctantly let go so that he could wrap it around his shoulders and pull him in just a little closer. Through the bushes, they could see the lights in the camp slowly flicker out one-by-one as fires were extinguished and people began turning in for the night. Auric watched for a little longer before he spoke again. “Are you okay?” He asked quietly.

“No.” Muriel's answer came almost immediately. And why would he be? It was just one thing after another, and they didn’t have any room to breathe. To think. To feel anything other than urgency and stress, and stars above how Auric wanted to feel something else for a change. The hermit shifted his weight slightly to turn towards Auric, looking like he wanted to say something more. His mouth opened slightly, and after a few seconds of struggling the words finally slipped out. “But I’m glad you’re still here.” The fire crackled softly, throwing Muriel’s features into wild shapes and shadows. He was still looking directly at Auric, with the softest expression he’d ever seen on that man’s face. There was a little flutter in Auric’s heart, an emotion that he hadn’t felt before he met Muriel and yet it felt familiar in an aching sort of way. He’d been experiencing it a lot recently, and it was only after talking to Asra that he could put a name to it.

Auric had experienced crushes before, but he had never fallen in love. Not that he remembered, at least.

“I’m not planning on leaving any time soon.” He replied in a murmur.

Muriel’s hand slowly slid from Auric’s shoulders to carefully tuck some loose hair behind his ear. For a moment the man’s hand hovered with uncertainty before Auric slowly pressed his face into his palm. Relaxing, Muriel stroked his thumb gently along the scar that was cut into the smaller man’s cheek, one that had only recently healed over. “I still don’t really understand why.” Muriel’s voice was still just a soft, rumbling whisper. “… but I believe you.”

The apprentice’s lips curved into a slight smile. “Good.” He said quietly. Auric’s hands lifted, one wrapping over the hand Muriel held to his face, and the other reaching up to cup his in turn. His eyes briefly flickered down to Muriel’s lips, the rare, faint smile that creased them. Something about their proximity right now was electrifying, and all the worries and fears of the past few days began to melt away.

“Can I kiss you?”

The question fell from Auric’s lips, unbidden, and the effect it had on Muriel was monumental. His eyebrows shot up and his mouth fell open, and slowly but surely a soft red began to overtake his features. It started in his cheeks and slowly spread out, to his ears and down his neck; then grew more intense, as the poor man began to stutter and stumble over his words. Eventually Muriel snapped his mouth shut, giving Auric a wide-eyed stare.

He nodded slowly, and Auric leaned in.

It was very hesitant at first, a soft and quick brush of lips against each other. When Muriel didn’t flinch or pull away, Auric braved something a little longer; and in response, his companion—no, his partner pulled him in closer. All the nights they’d shared together, curled up in one another’s arms for more than just shared warmth. All the times they’d held hands with entwined fingers, the laughter they shared, that loving warmth that had slowly grown in Muriel’s eyes over the weeks. They weren’t just companions, they were something far more by now. He slowly ran his fingers through Muriel’s hair, tangling them in the darker strands and being careful to not disturb the braids and ties in place. It wasn’t a desperate, lustful exchange; it was slow and gentle, cautious even. Not too unlike how their relationship had panned out up until this point.

Lifetimes passed in a few fleeting seconds, and they slowly pulled away from one another. He could still taste the mead lingering on Muriel’s lips from earlier that evening, mingled with citrus and spice. Muriel’s hand was still gently cradling Auric’s face, and his other hand was steady at the apprentice’s waist. “… I—uh… um… thank you.” The man mumbled in a slight daze, averting his gaze quickly. His blush seemed to deepen with a hint of embarrassment this time.

Before Auric could say anything back, Muriel leaned down to steal another quick kiss—and this time it was Auric who was left in a stunned and flustered stupor.

#arcanarubinaito #vesuvia weekly #first kiss #rubin's writing #the arcana #the arcana game #the arcana muriel #muriel of the kokuri #muriel the hermit #auric alnazar #auric the apprentice #auric x muriel #muriel x oc #muriel x apprentice

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blitheringbongus · 30 days

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So I recently found a Drabble I made about this post I made about my AU of Mumbo

It’s about Mumbo and his husband dealing with Mumbo being a vampire <3

Tw: Bunch of mentions about God and a few about Blood Letting

Enjoy? Or not

„My dear, eternal life wasn’t intended for humans to be lived,“

The man, his love, had said. Rough and scarred hands gently cradling the fresh vampires head. „Not how God intended it to be, at last,“

„Then why am I like this? If not for God to have intended?“ His fragile frame had responded. He felt weak. His body struggled to pump blood through his veins, it was clumping together and ceasing as the days passed, and he was hungry, so hungry. How cruel God could be.

„My love,“ the human responded, Mumbo had forgotten his name, the memory was too old, but he’s never forgotten who this human was, and what he meant to him. „This,“ the human looked sorrowfully at Mumbos sickly face, at the deep purple, almost black, veins laying still, „Is because not a creature of God has touched you, but a creature of darkness. Of the night.“

He stroked his thumb gently over Mumbos cheek, wiping away a tear. „You’ve been diseased, my love, with forever life.“

The raven haired man- Creature? Monster? Shuddered.

If God truly was the creator of all, then they were cruel to create the night creatures. What kind God would do such a thing, if not to punish the wretched?

„I am wretched,“ „You aren’t,“

He looked the human in his eyes, and they held nothing but kindness and love and deep, deep sorrow. „You’re still my love, you’re still-„

Mumbos memory always faded whenever someone mentioned his previously owned name, it was frustrating.

„I won’t leave you, not until you’ve tasted the last breath of air on your living tongue,“ Mumbo had said back then, and he meant it.

„I don’t doubt it a second.“

And Mumbo knew this human was scared. Not of him, but of growing old with him. They had many talks, the following years.

The human, his human, was afraid of Mumbos sorrow, watching him growing old and grey, and Mumbo staying the same as the day he got diseased.

But the years they spent, they were good years.

They lived together in a cabin in the woods, having moved out of their Victorian town, there wasn’t a slither of a chance the people wouldn’t hunt him down and call him a nasty hag, a devils bride, so his love and he decided to leave as soon as the physical symptoms started appearing.

The two hunted together, and they cooked together, and Mumbo couldn’t eat the finished meals but he was always able to suck the blood out of the hunted prey.

They never hunted humans, not in a million years. It didn’t matter how many folk tales there were of vampires only hunting humans and nothing else, Mumbo could live off of the animal blood.

Though it kept him going, it wasn’t exactly healthy for him. It didn’t keep him full for long, and always kept him yearning and weak for the blood of another.

Deep down, he was still human. He may be classified as a vampire, but at the end of the day, he was simply diseased, not changed into a monster. It took him quite some time to realize, his lovers reassurances and gentle nature having helped a lot with it.

The two always talked about their issues together. Whenever something was bottling itself up, the other would notice and try to gently push one another to open up.

One of these things included Mumbos need for human blood. His love didn’t know about wether or not Mumbo could only thrive off of animal blood, but he certainly knew something was wrong, and his love was never if barely satisfied with his so called meals.

He gently pushed him to talk about it for months and months until Mumbo finally confessed.

„I have morals,“ „Yes?“ „I would never feed on a sentient being,“ „Oh,“ and Mumbo could see the cogs twist and turn in his lovers face. „Have you had urges?“

Mumbo shifted slightly under their shared bed sheets, it was night, and he was more hungry than ever.

„Too many.“

And Mumbo left it at that, he just needed to confess it.

„You could feed on me?“

Looking back, this was the most ballsy statement Mumbo has ever heard from anyone before. At least conscidering the context. Sure, he fed on a couple of the hermits nowadays to stay healthy and all, but that’s because they all knew just how much Mumbo could take before dizziness or anything set in.

Plus, if he ever went too far, they could always respawn! Not that Mumbo ever did go that far.

But the point is, research about blood letting and how much a vampire needs a day to stay healthy is readily accessible to the hermits and himself, so it was safe.

Back then? Not so much.

He and his love had no idea what was conscidered safe and what not, so the fact that he’d just offer letting Mumbo feed on him was the most trusting, romantic, and stupid decision he’s ever heard be made from anyone in his life time and following. And he loved him so much more for it.

„My dear,“ „My love?“ „I’m not sure if I should, I’m not sure if I could,“

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mjart12699 · 2 months

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Here’s some sketches

Top left is MJ asking Portia if what she found in her travel pack was spices before going south with Muriel in his route

Bottom right is Senshi from Dungeon Meshi (highly recommend) being magically summoned when Muriel thinks of himself as a burden for needing more food than the average person