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waaaaaa77 · 1 year
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Ok so listen...
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Young Lucio
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wholesomey-artist · 3 years
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wHEEZE
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always-drunk-jerk · 3 years
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epic comeback of the legendary dick... or the dick is back at it again
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kaiparksbadly · 3 years
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I wanna know everything about that purple jam.
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asexualloverboy · 3 years
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yes baby
those are fancy dog treats
CAN YOU TELL HOW MUCH I LOVE THIS MAN? CAUSE I LOVE HIM WITH ALL MY BODY
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eye-cri · 3 years
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Okay but Lucio actually looks hot with that expression 😳
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jazza-pazz · 3 years
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First Masquerade Performance
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"And a happy birthday to our beloved count Lucio!"
Asher acknowledged the crowd and smiled at the count before twirling and spinning in the air, singing and using magic to make his jaw dropping performance, show stopping. With a little magical help to keep his voice unaffected by his movement, not to mention the beautiful illusions and creations of his magic. This masquerade is certainly one to remember, as half of Vesuvia fell in love that night.
Bonus, a week before the preformance:
Lucio: You are a simply gorgeous my dear! An even more beautiful girl than people say
Asher: Actually I'm a guy-
Lucio: even better ;)
Asher: *blushes*
And yes, Lucio made sure the costume and silk would match his costume and the rest of the party. Asher was ready to make his own, but when he talked to Lucio about the costumes he alread had, the count simply ordered a leotard to be custom made.
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cydsart · 4 years
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Used the 4 hour gap whilst my molecular modelling software ran to draw something so cute I nearly died
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goatsart · 4 years
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“Love Fool”
It was my first time attempting this type of lighting and I actually think it turned out okay 🥺
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pseudofaux · 4 years
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Poltergeist {Lucio}
This was written for the @vesuvian-nights-zine​, which is all about the Masquerade in the The Arcana. Mods have shipped all orders, so contributors are allowed to share their pieces online now. Extra stock sales are scheduled to open this summer, please see the zine tumblr for more info if you’re interested.
I wrote this nearly a year ago, and Arcana players know a lot more about Lucio now. I wrote what I could with what I had at the time! I contributed two more stories to Vesuvian Nights, a short one for Nadia and another about Mazelinka and Volta. I’ll be publishing that last one here in a few days. In the meantime... Goldest golden boy count man mess!
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This is really too much. Even on this night, they can’t see him? This party is only being thrown because of him!
Lucio, Count of Vesuvia, currently temporarily incorporeal, has tried goulish howling, he has tried blowing out candles in the chandeliers most inconvenient for the servants to relight, and he has tried enlisting the dogs. All on his own, he has tried all this, and still no one has so much as peered curiously in his direction. With all the talk of spooky, the people in the palace can’t see one ghost? One great ghost?!
It is really too much, and he won’t stand for it. He will not think about what he stands on, either. There, he’s floating. That will show them, provided anyone things to look. But because they are all too busy putting the Masquerade together, he must lead them and do something that will truly show them. He decides in a flash of needy malevolence to hurl fruit. He will hurl his favorite fruit, and surely that will remind someone of him! They must be missing him terribly. He expects that they are throwing themselves into their work for the party as a means of coping.
Lucio wills substance into his hand, determination wavering under the hurt of loneliness (for the briefest of seconds), and then he reaches for the soft gold of an apricot at the top of a platter and--
His fingers close through it with that odd, phantom squelch, like he is actually dreaming of this instead of attempting it. The frustration of the setback makes him attempt to flip the platter over, but someone from the kitchens is already carrying it away and ignoring his endeavor entirely.
FINE.
Lucio, Golden Count of Vesuvia, has more than one idea, naturally. If the kitchen staff are determined to press their luck this way, he’ll get housekeeping’s attention instead. And there’s something that has been needing housekeeping’s attention! His room has been left in disgusting shape and it is high time they were shamed for it.
Whooshing through the air back to his rooms nearly has him smiling. He can really drive the point home by draping himself in his old bedding and haunting the palace properly.
Realizing he cannot tear the ruined curtains off his bedposts any more than he can pick up an apricot puts him back in a foul mood. His only consolation is that the fabric is grimy, the soot gone to oily blackness. Disgusting. Who would want to wear those rags, anyway?
He knows if he were a lesser man, he would be pouting at the pathetic condition everyone has left him in. But Lucio, stylish and ever-clever, is already trying to wake up Mercedes and Melchior to get them to make a scene downstairs.
...Someone has set out jeweled dishes of twin feasts for his dogs, and they are now deeply asleep. Their ears do not even twitch when he calls for them. When he whistles, Mercedes sighs in her sleep.
Well. That’s how it’s going to be, then. No one will talk about or think to be grateful to him or even NOTICE him. This is the worst Masquerade of all time and it is exactly what every single one of them deserve.
He moves through the ballroom and sees Asra, all dressed up. Lucio does not even try to upend a table filled with cakes and breads. He sighs and then sighs again when his first sigh sways not a single garland.
The big one is there, he sees! How can he not? Mort-- Martin? Lucio doesn’t remember. Used to do well in the fighting pit. Hasn’t really dressed up for the occasion, which is a pity. A party is a party! And whatshisname can enjoy it much better than Lucio can, at least.
Is it Marcus...? This is depressing him. Lucio leaves the ballroom. On the way, he tries to trip people or pull bits of their costumes-- they call these costumes?! Standards have truly fallen-- but his heart isn’t in it. He makes his way to one of the grand fountains in the garden. If they’re all going to be so faithless, he won’t let them enjoy his company. HA.
He mopes, but he has the fountain to himself, and if no one sees than he is certain it doesn’t count. Even by misery’s clock, it is hardly any time at all before Mercedes and Melchior bound out to him, happily yowling behind something in their mouths. They delicately set pomegranate halves on the ledge of the fountain, then nudge the fruit toward him. Unfortunately, the pieces go right through his legs and roll into the basin. There’s a quiet splash and the dogs’ eyes flick to his: good
Lucio sighs, because it’s really just been a dreadful excuse for a party and an evening, the whole thing. But he loves that the dogs, at least, tried. He tells them how good and smart they are, and they romp around and nudge at the air closest to his legs. They are always careful not to push through him. Much better manners than all the rabble in his house!
When Lucio glances behind him, there are swirls of inky red in the water from the pomegranate juice, delicate but spreading out and tinting the entire pool. He realizes it will be hell for the groundskeepers to deal with in the morning.
And that seems fitting.
“Go get more pomegranates,” he tells Mercedes and Melchior. They are, as ever, thrilled to be his co-conspirators, and they run off in the direction of the kitchens. He watches the white of their fur fade to blue in the night. Lucio cannot see his own smile, but he likes to imagine it is the reverse, lips revealing bright white teeth that shine in the darkness as he waits for his chance to enjoy the party at last.
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If you’re looking for more of my writing about characters in The Arcana, you can find a few stories on my miscellaneous masterlist. 💜✨
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feelin-woozy · 4 years
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oo what about hcs about lucio fucking/ teasing you in public just to show you off?
🍋N🍋S🍋F🍋W🍋
He is super into exhibitionism. He loves showing you off and showing off how good he can make you feel.
Pulling you into alcoves of the palace where anyone could walk by? That’s his shit. Just pressing you against a wall, hands roaming your body while his lips nip along your neck and telling you ‘you better be quiet, you don’t want someone to hear you do you?’
If you respond with a no and try to be quiet, you’ll be met with praise about how good you are for him
if you just moan louder, oh man, that turns him on even more and just makes his movements even more feverish. 
If you do get caught, he’s the kind of guy who would just shoot the passerby a bit of a wolfish grin. 
It’s a total ego boost for him, having someone passersby and see how good that he’s making you feel. 
Of course if you at any moment indicate that you want to move this somewhere private, he’s more than happy to oblige and will just absolutely ravish you once you’re behind closed doors.
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vaquero-vampira · 4 years
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Okay so, I don't remember who posted it but a while ago I saw a theory that Lucio did not represent The Devil but The Fool. And mainly because he has been referred to as a fool. So I want to add on to it. We know that in his route Lucio has the mask of a white dog, like his puppers, that he uses during the masquerade . Now I have been researching about the major arcana more, looking at interpretations and such. On the official Nix Hydra Arcana Tarot card set, The Fool card has the drawing of a cliff on it and that is it. But in the "traditional" cards The Fool is seen on a cliff with a white dog and white flower. And the description of the card is interpreted as starting something new or beginning a journey. The Fool is the equivalent of the main character as HIS story is followed throughout the major Arcana, learning new lessons and meeting spiritual teachers. One very important line the prologue of The Arcana game is "I am here because of Lucio"(obviously paraphrased), Lucio has an important role in the game as The Fool does, they are both ever present the whole reason for the beginning. That's the end of my little rant, please if you know the person I am talking about please tell me I really want to know who inspired this.
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drakularts · 4 years
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Reuploading one fanart of Lucio I’ve done once his route was announced.
It was a small doodle with fast colors. I thought I would upload my long lost Arcana art that I’ve never put here! 
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kaiparksbadly · 3 years
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DON'T TOUCH ME. I'M CURRENTLY TOO FRAGILE.
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eye-cri · 4 years
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Mmm tell em
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