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bakerozza · 8 months
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I didn't know how to choose, so I did both 😔👍💖
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Playing Asras route first was a mistake and broke me.
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dandydanthelion · 10 months
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i have peaked as an artist
based on my ask for @iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia
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count-pudding · 10 months
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bunch of sketches
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linefelcei · 1 year
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Gonna upload some ol’ The Arcana fanart, as it was such peak fixation I had in 2019. I’m pretty sure I giggled my way through making this whole animation back then hahah (
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I actually totally thought I uploaded these here  But it’s from my old ‘The Arcana’ au where it’s more like a fantasy game (I was thinking Persona where they summon their respective Arcana)
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marixrose · 8 months
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What it’s like dating Asra
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Random kisses and hugs from behind 
Lots of naps together 
Dancing in the rain 
Cooking/ baking together 
Singing and being silly with each other 
Lots of little gifts from everywhere he goes 
Stargazing 
Always going on a date in a field of flowers 
Cuddles all the time 
Never lies to you (unless it’s to protect you)
Tells you they love you every time they see you 
Always makes you laugh 
Random walks at midnight 
Loyalist person you’ll ever meet 
 Holds your hand whenever they can
Forehead kisses 
Hardly ever fight, if y’all disagree you both handle it like adults 
Loves writing you little letters even when he’s home, if you reply he keeps your letters somewhere safe for him to read when he misses you 
Gives the best advice, and will always be there for you <3
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liusia-piu · 1 year
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~What does a doctor want from a "witch"?
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commission info
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drowchancellor · 1 year
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Oh, these troublemakers…
P.S. Hells, give some love to pt.2 <3
Part 1
Part 2: romantic edition
Part 3: romantic edition (you’re here)
Part 4
Part 5
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nofluxzone · 1 year
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Asra's, Julian's, and Lucio's story arcs so far:
Asra: "I love you, I saved you, and I feel like it's my fault you died."
Julian: "I love you, I wish I saved you, and I feel like it's my fault you died."
Lucio: "You love me, you'll save me, and it's actually my fault you died."
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bakerozza · 6 months
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The only torture he deserves 🙏💖
Sorry if I disappeared guys but I gotta take it easy for my mental health 😩
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iluvcove · 1 year
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missing 2019 when i played this game religiously
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thekitchenywitch · 7 months
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I think one of the things about Asra and his route that sticks in my head like a fact is that he almost needs to touch you, like you are a lifeline to him. He needs to hold you in his hands, feel your warm skin, and listen to your heartbeat. He needs to remind himself that you’re alive and that he hasn’t lost you again. He lost you, and he wasn’t even there to see it. He feels so much guilt about that, and I think it’s something he may never be over. I think there will always be a part of him that breaks into pieces so unimaginably small every time he looks at the lazaret. He needs to hold you. He needs to remember that you are there with him and that you’re not leaving. And he’s not going to make the mistake of leaving again. Not ever
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oppopotamus · 6 months
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angry sex
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trans asra x dom male reader
Warning: nsfw, hate sex/angry sex, spanking, hair pulling, asra has a pussy, petnames such as baby, slut etc, feminine words used to name his pussy, cunt, clit etc
"What the fuck, Asra?" You yell, you've both been yelling back and forth for ages. You've been mad at Asra for a long time, since he's often disappearing without a word, causing you to worry.
Although he tends to go away due to whatever he thinks is important it still gets on your nerves.
"Well, what do you want me to do!? I'm sorry that I sometimes leave for a while and don't mention it to you." Asra says, rolling his eyes.
"That's exactly what I'm fucking worried about. Don't you understand? I care about you but you leave without a fucking word, causing me to worry where the fuck you are." You pause before taking a breath continuing, "Half the time I'm worried if you're dead somewhere. You leave and come back without telling me and just fucking expect me to be okay with it?"
"I don't see what the big deal is, I mean I always come back. So what's the big deal?" Asra's words have you seething with anger.
"You really don't see what the big deal is?" You say completely dumbfounded.
Asra just throws his hands up in the air and huffs.
"Fuck you." He says after a moment.
You move towards him until you're chest to chest.
"Say that again. I fucking dare you." You say, looking down at him with your eyebrows creasing together. God this boy gives you a headache.
"What? Fuck you?" He asks a tad confused.
"Yes. Exactly that." You repeat, arms crossed over your chest as you tower above him.
"Fuck you then." Asra says, starting to get a bit nervous but shakes it off.
"If you say that one more time, Asra then I swear to god." You say letting out a breath.
"Or what?" He asks moving even closer towards you.
"You'll find out."
Asra hesitates for a moment before repeating saying, "Fuck. You." He spits out every word.
"That's the final straw." You say before grabbing his hips with a deadly grip.
You turn him around and push him forward so he hits the table with his hips harshly.
"Hey! That fucking hurt." Asra says, turning his head back to look at you.
You grab a fistful of his hair and push his head down onto the table.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Asra questions.
"Teaching you a lesson." You say, keeping your hand gripping his hair and trace your free hand down so you can grab his pants and rip a hole in his pants right from his ass to his cunt.
"Fuck! (Name), these were my favourite pants."
"I'll buy you new ones."
You take notice of how conveniently he's not wearing any underwear. You raise an eyebrow down at Asra and you can see the hint of a blush creeping onto his ears.
"What a slut, you're getting wet already." You say, ghosting a finger over his cunt.
Asra stutters for a moment and doesn't know what to say until you press a finger against his clit and he calls out your name.
You remove the finger and Asra whines though that whine suddenly turns into a moan as he feels your hard dick grind against him through the fabric of your pants.
"You don't seem to be too angry now huh baby?" You say mockingly.
"Fuck you! I'm still mad." Asra replies, you're not sure if he's still actually angry at you or he's just saying that because he knows it gets a reaction out of you.
Oh well, you're still going to fuck him senseless.
You release your hand from his hair and bring your hands to undo your pants and let them fall to your ankles.
While your hands are not holding his head down anymore Asra takes the opportunity to bring both his hands up to push himself up and turn back to look at you.
Asra's in bliss as he sees your cock slip free from its confinements and raise up, slapping against your stomach.
You smirk down at him as you see his expression, finding it amusing as how just a minute ago he was yelling at you.
He sees you looking at him and glares at you before avoiding his eyes and looking back ahead of him.
"Ah, don't be so embarrassed now, darling." You say tracing a finger up his spine over his shirt, making him shiver.
"J-just put it in already." Asra whispers out, "Do you think you really deserve it after what you just did?" You ask and Asra doesn't answer.
From his lack of an answer you raise a hand and spank him, causing him to yelp and jolt up.
"Fuck! Don't fucking do that." Asra says, turning to look at you again and raising himself up, attempting to fully turn to look at you.
You stand there for a moment before bringing your left hand up and grab a fistful of his hair and slam the side of his face onto the table.
"Shit!" Asra yells out as the side of his face makes harsh contact with the table and grunts as he feels the harsh tug of your hand pulling his hair back harshly.
"Don't." spank! "Fucking." Spank! "Talk." Spank! "Like that." Spank! "To me." Spank! "Ever. Fucking. Again." You say to him, pushing his face further into the table with each spank.
"Aah-!" Asra whines out each time he feels you hitting him, he attempts to move out of your grasp but can't.
"Nothing but a fucking brat who doesn't know when to quit and just behave." You spit out, leaning down to his ear to say the words directly into his ears.
Asra shivers as he feels your dick rub against him when you lean down to whisper in his ear.
You lean back and grab your dick, rubbing the tip up and down the entrance of his cunt, slapping it against it a few times before easing the tip in.
Asra moans out when he feels just the tip in, he forgets how mad he is at you at first until he realizes how rough you were being.
Your hand was still pushing his head into the table, his cheek starting to hurt from how hard you were pushing it down.
"Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you." Asra spouts out as he feels you push in deeper and deeper.
You scowl at his words and without a second thought you grip his hair tighter and pull it back whilst roughly pounding your dick deep into his hole.
"Oh god, oh fuck, fuck." Asra moans out as you pull his hair back, pain shooting through his neck and continuously pound into his tight hole.
"Fuck, Asra. You're so fucking tight, your pussy is hugging my cock," You say, pausing for a moment then continuing, "Too bad you're such a fucking brat."
All you can hear throughout the room is Asra's loud moans and the sound of your hips making contact with his ass.
"I fucking haah-hate.. Fuck. You." Asra says, stuttering his words. He doesn't even know what he's saying anymore.
Asra almost feels his eyes roll into the back of his head and you drag his head back and with your free hand bring it down to his clit, rubbing it with your fingers.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck. I'm gonna-" Asra moans out feeling his orgasm creeping up on him from your harsh treatment.
"You're really about to cum just from this?" You say mockingly.
"Fuuck.. I'm, oh god- You're a fucking dick just-!" Before Asra can even finish his sentence he's coming. Hard. He feels you hitting his ass again and again as he chases his orgasm.
When you continue to move your cock in and out again he starts feeling too sensitive.
"Please.. No more, I can't." Asra shakes his head side to side, wanting you to just finish already so he can rest.
"Just take what's, fuck, given to you, alright?" You say to him, you don't last much longer until you're spraying your cum into him.
You let go of his hair and pull out slowly. You both lay there resting for a moment, you don't say anything to test out whether or not he's still mad at you.
"M'sorry.." He says quietly. You rest your hands on his hips gently, rubbing small circles on his waist with your thumb.
"It's okay, baby."
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dreamtydraw · 1 year
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I made stickers of the last legacy cast…. I made stickers of the touch starved cast so i had to do stickers for the game that made me so much gayer today…. The arcana !
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to-the-stars8 · 6 months
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Twin Flames
Asra x MC Summary: The final argument that results in Asra leaving, and you all alone.
“There is a ship leaving in an hour,” Asra said, eyes panicked and pleading. “Come with me, it is all I'll ever ask of you again. For me.”
At one point, Asra could have asked you for the world, and you would have given it to him. Now, as you looked at him, you decided not. There had been too many lonely nights thinking over the same broken promise, and you would not fall deeper into his pit of distant love. 
Yet, you knew that, if you came to it, there would be no worry. Asra would take care of you, and the two of you could lay under a tree in a foreign land in each other's arms. You felt dread at the thought. It was a tragedy that all the hope in the beginning had come down to disappointment and frustration. It exhausted you, wearing your mind thin. As it did his. You could see it, the way the weight of your distance and separate desires carried him down. 
Sucking in a breath and averting your eyes, you listened to the silence of the city. It once bloomed with excitement, and it had been so loud that it made you feel alive. Then, the plague had swept through so fast, killing it. It made you want to stay despite your love’s cries to run. Whether you desired to save the constant excitement so you would feel a little less alone, or the good nature you liked to think you had, you did not wish to know. 
“Leave if you must,” You said. “But do not ask this of me.”
Asra’s eyes were filled with tears, but he refused to acknowledge them. He shook his head. “Please, you have to—For me. You forget that you promised to always be with me.”
Anger tore through you. He dared to say that when he left you alone so often. Scoffing, you stepped away from him as you were afraid of what your rage would make you do. You began to cry, and a thousand curses passed through your mind. You wanted to hate Asra, to be able to cast him aside, but he had loved you so well and deeply despite the shortcomings. 
“You—” You sucked in a breath. “You cannot expect me to uphold a promise you never kept.”
“I have asked for your forgiveness a thousand times, and will do so a thousand more if you wish.” Asra looked ready to beg on his hands and knees. “You must come. People here are dying like flies, and will die before I let you suffer the same!”
“Then I hope we burn on the same pile of bodies so we will never part again,” The words did not feel like yours. They were heavier, darker. 
You regarded one another silently before Asra could no longer hold himself up. He collapsed onto the couch, head in hand. You did not move toward him. 
“Please,” Asra whispered. “For me.”
“You are selfish,” You said. 
Asra looked like a kicked dog, but your sorrow and anger would not allow any pity. No, you almost felt justified to hurt him, as nasty as it felt to admit. Either way, he did not deny your words. “You are not the only person in this city. I can help people here—I have the means to.”
Asra stood again, rushing to you with arms out and palms up, confused. “And what then, hm? If you find the cure do you think Lucio would let you be regarded as the hero?”
“No! How can you not understand?” You faced him now, eye to eye. “These are our friends! People that have been part of our lives for years—”
“Damn them all! None of them matter if they are not you,” He cried, grabbing at you desperately.  
“You would say that of Muriel? ” You yelled. 
Asra scoffed before turning his back on you. On his shoulders Faust curled tight around him, unused to her master’s anger and yours. “You know I did not mean that. I have offered for Muriel to come with us, but he is safe outside the walls of the city.”
You did not wish to say he was right, so you quieted. Wiping your eyes, you let your anger finally resolve and reach for him. When your hand met his shoulder, Asra jerked away, eyes turning to narrow onto you. 
“Asra,” You said. “I am going to stay. Leave, it will give me comfort to know that you are safe. My heart will always be with you. Please know that.”
His face was like stone. Unchanged from the hate that was plastered on his face from the moment he turned to you.
“I wish I had never met you,” Asra gritted out before rushing out the shop door. 
Your love for Asra gnawed painfully at your stomach. It yearned to call out for him. Beg for his forgiveness. Forgive me, you wanted to say. Forgive me for the choices I want to make, and do not hate me for it. 
You didn’t know how long you stood there staring at the door. Though, by the time your senses had returned the night had turned into day by then, an orange hue coming into the shop through the stained glass window.
Still, you did not move as the sun's rays poured into your corner of the world. Compared to before, it seemed so small. Almost suffocatingly so. And, now the shop was quieter than you thought possible.
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