There Once Was A Doctor

There once was a doctor…

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Art: original Nix Hydra team concept art Limericks: ApostleJay *** There was a vesuvian questor Who liked to torement and to fester With ironical smile They dissect with a style That creepy vesuvian questor

*** There once was a priest called Vulgora Who questioned the law and the moral They raged and they killed And were pleasently thrilled That priest in the robes of blood coral *** There once was a doctor delirious Who was kinda self-deleterious He was strangely pleased To be bound and teased That silly young doctor delirious ***

About Asra and Julian’s Relationship

I’ve seen a few things about Julian and Asra’s relationship. And I’m really weirded out why people paint Asrian in a positive light. Yeah, I know, there’s probably some thirsty ‘ooh yaoi!’ people. But personally, Asrian makes me genuinely angry and horrified. At Asra. And yes, I can already hear people coming to defend Asra:

“Julian was in the wrong too!”, “He couldn’t take no for an answer!” “You’re just biased as a Julian stan”

Look, I’m not saying that Julian was perfectly innocent in the situation (is he perfectly innocent in any situation, really?). He couldn’t take no for an answer. He was pushy. And I’m not saying that Asra is a horrible person and should be burnt at the stake. I love Asra; he can be very kind, very loving, and is wonderful at making the MC confident in themselves.

But look at the scene we get in Asra’s route. Asra’s attitude towards Julian is sensual. He plays off of Julian’s masochistic tendencies. He -despite he himself saying OUT LOUD that he can’t give Julian a relationship, which he knew full well was what Julian was really after- still proceeds with a physical encounter (i.e. they fuck). He uses Julian as spell ingredients.

He used Julian as spell ingredients.

And I have to wonder how many times this happened. How many times did Julian come to see Asra, seeking affection, and what did he give in return? More blood? Hair? Flesh? We just don’t know. How far could it have gone?

In the end, Asra was just stringing Julian along to get what he needed, and to have a little fun on the side. He could have given a hard ‘no, Julian, we can’t be together’. Certainly not have pursued a physical relationship. Maybe he could’ve gotten assistance from Julian in the form of spell ingredients (by just asking), maybe not. But at least he wouldn’t have been using Julian. Because that’s really what it was. He was just using Julian. For a distraction from MC, for spell ingredients, for assistance, etc. And it makes my freakin skin crawl. Sweet, kind, supportive Asra was using someone.

Anyway, that’s my two cents. Just a reminder: I don’t hate Asra, I’m just really disgusted at the way he handled Julian’s unrequited affection.

"Ilya lowered his eyes. He felt stupid and ridiculous, looking at the flowers in his hands. All determination seemed to dissipate, his heart was beating somewhere in his throat.

– Death has looked at me and turned away so many times that I feel like I’m not even worthy of her.

– And that’s why you went up to the sacrifice, like a lamb to the slaughter? You are persistent. So, you smell of incense. Have you been to the temple?

– Yes, Quaestor.

– With your martyr eyes, this suits you well, Doctor №069."

© "Nec Deus intersit"

Art by: Wasteofplace/Chilledoutbeast

Sorry not sorry

"It is thy mouth that I desire, Iokanaan. Thy mouth is like a band of scarlet on a tower of ivory. It is like a pomegranate cut in twain with a knife of ivory. The pomegranate flowers that blossom in the gardens of Tyre, and are redder than roses, are not so red. The red blasts of trumpets that herald the approach of kings, and make afraid the enemy, are not so red. Thy mouth is redder than the feet of those who tread the wine in the wine-press. It is redder than the feet of the doves who inhabit the temples and are fed by the priests. It is redder than the feet of him who cometh from a forest where he hath slain a lion, and seen gilded tigers. Thy Mouth is like a branch of coral that fishers have found in the twilight of the sea, the coral that they keep for the kings!.. It is like the vermilion that the Moahites find in the mines of Moab, the vermilion that the kings take from them. It is like the bow of the King of the Persians, that is painted with vermilion, and is tipped with coral. There is nothing in the world so red as thy mouth…

Suffer me to kiss thy mouth."

© Oscar Wilde, "Salomé"

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