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Main 6 - cuddle headcannons

PAIRING(S): Asra Gn!Reader,Nadia x Gn!Reader, Julian x Gn!Reader,Muriel x Gn!Reader, Lucio x Gn!Reader

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Cuddling positions are practically never ending with Asra. They love to just be close to you and doesn't exactly have a preference.

Though ,there are some cuddle positions that you guys do after a long day or when you guys just go to bed.

He loves to lay his head on your chest,it's comforting to hear your heartbeat and just be intertwined with the one they love.

Particularly because of how much he loves when you play with his hair. It's soothing and relaxing especially when you massage his scalp

They also love for you both to be facing eachother in eachothers arms. They just love going to sleep by you and seeing you when they wake up.

Definitely one of the best cuddlers since they always just go with the flow when cuddling.

She's loves to lay back after a long and hard working day and just sleep by your side. I think she'd prefer to be big spoon.

She loves to spoon you generally because she likes to use you as a pillow,but also because it's just her preference .

She also likes having you sleep on her chest,nothing sexual ofc.She just loves to massage your scalp and play with your hair.

I think we've established that her love language is acts of service and she loves to please you in any way she can.

She also finds it comforting to spoon you or just have you lay on her because of how you can just lazily talk about meaningless nothings .

All while drifting away and slowly fading out of consciousness. Ultimately falling asleep in the arms of Nadia.

He's so obviously small spoon. I mean just look at him,he's so babygorl. All things aside he loves for you to just spoon him and whisper sweet nothings into his ear

He loves how loved and appreciated he feels when it's just you and him sleeping in eachothers arms

He definitely snores though. It's cannon because I said so. Also most times that you guys go to bed spooning you wake up the next morning with him sprawled out all over you.

He's literally slenderman personified, sorry not sorry. Nah but fr fr bro got long ass legs . You'd literally be struggling to even get up the next morning .r.i.p

Anyways, besides small spoon he loves to lay on your chest or on top of you. My dude literally puts all his weight on you,suffocating fr.

If you tease him or just say anything about it he'd be so flustered .

He's a big guy and we all know that,so he'd probably be worried of crushing you. When you guys cuddle, it would start with him being big spoon and you laying on him.

Not that you're complaining since you get to lay on them milkers,but still. He'd be so gentle and concerned about you.

He'd love to have you in his arms just being by your side. His concern eventually goes away and he'd just like to be held aswell.

He'd climb onto you and just rest his head on your chest,he finds it soothing and likes to be coddled. He's never felt appreciated and he feels safe when he's in your arms.

He also prefers to be small spoon at times too. Same reason as to why he loves to sleep on your chest. My dude just likes to be appreciated 🤷‍♀️

He's honestly just a sweetheart all around . I love him .

She is such a cuddlebug. Tbh I don't see her caring much about how yall cuddle,she just likes being close to you.

She definitely giggles a lot when yall cudde,the majority of time she loves to hold you in her arms .she's very lovey about it too.

What I mean is that physical touch is definitely one of her love languages and she feels that cuddling is overall just very intimate.

She definitely teases you a bunch about how you practically cuddle up to her. Mostly going on about how cute you looked sleeping

She also loves to just lay in eachothers arms, not minding the leg she put over you lol. She definitely has her moments where she just indulges in you.

You can use these moments as payback to tease her later so don't worry ;)

He definitely is the submissive one in the relationship. He expects to babied,he unfortunately get his way and ends up being small spoon.

This man is the worst sleeper.EVER. Just like julian,this man snores. And it's those loud ass dad snores like goddamn this is why we can never have nice things.

You go to bed spooning him, both of you guys under the blanket. The next morning you wake up with him and his limbs sprawled out all over you .

The worst part is that he stole the all the blanket sometime during the night,leaving you shivering in the cold.

The absolute worst.

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the m e m e

pretty old one, but I still like it

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So anyway, a while back we had discussions about how Lucio would commission terrible artwork of himself with… improbable anatomy.

Because of… discussions, I have come up with something worse than the previous, which is “Lucio Strangled by his own Shmeat”. Below the cut is exactly what it says on the tin, don’t say I didn’t warn you:

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curious cat

valdemar x reader

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you're an artist, a curious thing. they find you at the masquerade, and your curiosity rubs off on them.

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you're so... perfect. an absolutely perfect specimen with no sense of danger. paint and chalk smothered your hands and fingers, you seemingly use the back of your hand as a palette. there's a light blue streak where you had rubbed your cheek idly, dried up yet perfect on your complexion.

valdemar's mask shields their adoring stare, you had a similar mask to their own; a ram skull with chipped horns, clearly hand painted. such detail, so intricate, so perfect. they had to examine you, had to observe your nerves- how they painted with such detail, how you function. you were so... air-headed, so ignorant to any danger. valdemar's urge to whisk you away to their surgery grew as you almost cut yourself with a sharp, unknown material.

"quick gawking at her, quaestor." valerius scoffs, bringing their eyes from your form. "i beg your pardon, consul?" red eyes narrow, and he rolls his eyes. "if you want to pick her apart, or get with her, go get her! i'm sick of seeing you lingering and staring." valdemar glances over at you, you're wandering off into the abandoned wing; curiously observing some paintings. their warnings go off, and they rush after you; clean shoes clicking through the crowd. "ooh... interesting brush technique..." you mumble to yourself, turning when valdemar places a cold, gloved hand upon your shoulder.

"oh, hello!" you smile, and they sigh. "you're not supposed to be here, mouse." valdemar tilts their head slightly, smiling behind their mask. "i know, but i just had to look at this painting!" you gush, turning back to the artwork. "if you're curious about new surroundings... perhaps follow me? i could use a good... muse." valdemar's sharp grin is concealed, and you nod enthusiastically. "yes please!"

they don't even have to tie you down, you willingly sat on their surgery table, legs swinging off the high-up surface. "what're you doing?" you lean forward, trying to peer over their shoulder. "oh.., nothing. just a few... preparations." valdemar removes their mask, letting it clatter to the floor as if it were trash. "oh- careful!" you giggle, and valdemar feels an odd... warm feeling swelling inside their chest.

with the new emotion, valdemar freezes, turning to you with confusion. "ooh- quaestor, your hands are so... appealing." you smile, grasping their gloved hands, cascading your fingers over their palms and along their cold fingers. "they're so... slender, perfect! you'd be an amazing model for my work!" you beam, grasping their hands tightly. valdemar flusters, blinking with confusion. what are you doing to them? is this your way of discombobulating valdemar in order to escape their curiosity?

your adoration over their hands is met with a flustered stammer of words, i mean what could they say to that. "this is quite... embarrassing." they mumble, looking away. "oh.. am i embarrassing you? i'm sorry." you let go, and they find their self craving more. "no.. it's okay. i haven't- experienced this for quite a while." valdemar's voice is hushed, and you tilt your head slightly; doe eyes ever so curious. "experienced what?" you ask, and they shake their head, a gentle smile on their lips. "never mind."

you were very easy to talk to, valdemar found themself talking about things of their past with you, and listened to your excited rambling- watched you paint. your creativity is shown in an odd way, you're using yourself as a palette; including yourself in your work. the paintings hold so much life, so much passion- even when you use duller, more saturated colours.

in return of their company, you help them around their lab; gathering things for them. you watched curiously for a moment before growing distracted by something else, be it a tool on a shelf or a jar full of... past patients' body parts. valdemar has to whisk you away from any danger, you just can't be left alone for more than a minute. a protective fondness is cast over them, and they're in your company more than anyone else they've met.

the others tease, poke fun at the quaestor for becoming soft for you, especially valerius. "i'm surprised you haven't taken her apart yet, quaestor." the man chuckles into his wine, watching his acquaintance over the rim of his glass. "i don't know what you mean, consul." valdemar looks past him, uninteresting in his teasing. "you know exactly what i mean, quaestor." valerius prods, a grin spread across his lips. "i thought, when you lead her away that night, that she'd never be seen again." the consul's sentence is met with a glare, and the quaestor pulls their mask down.

"my business is none of yours, consul. i suggest you-" "quaestor." nadia sighs, pressing a tired hand to her forehead. the meeting was going slow. "my apologies, countess." valdemar sighs. great... valerius grins, smugly; clearly thinking to have won the tiny squabble. with the meeting taking longer than usual, valdemar meets you later than usual.

"it's okay! your meetings sound so important." you smile, ever so polite; even when they left you at the meeting spot for an hour extra than they said. "i'm afraid they're becoming more of a nuisance." valdemar sighs, rubbing their forehead with their fingertips idly. "oh, wanna talk about it?" you tilt your head, and they find that your gaze isn't compassionate. "it's nothing... just the consul is rather bothersome, that's all." valdemar stands, letting you follow. you always follow them.

your arm links with their's as the two of you stroll around the palace grounds. "aw, coworkers can be annoying. not everyone is going to get on- a lot of personality types can clash." you smile, as if you weren't self employed with no coworkers yourself. valdemar finds it humorous. "i suppose so." you gaze up at them, eyes filled with that damn curiosity. your smile is always so soft, so sweet, as if you were smiling at a person instead of a demon who's body was merely a trick to appeal to the human eye.

valdemar didn't want to tell you. of course they didn't want to tell anyone, but the truth would get out eventually... yet they felt the need to hide it from you, to protect you from it; from themself, from him. you were too naive, too polite, the devil would sink his claws into you if he ever caught word of your existence. "val?" you nudge their side gently, and they hum. "my apologies, i was just thinking." they smile, and you giggle. "i know, you were about to lead me into that wall." you point out, and valdemar chuckles.

it seemed the two of you were running out of path to walk on, and so valdemar takes you through the palace itself. of course... things don't go to plan; you both ran into consul valerius. "oh, what a sight for sore eyes." he grins, and you smile, not catching on. valdemar scoffs, going to push past him. "greetings, miss. i am consul valerius." the man bows, kissing your knuckles gently. "oh- hello!" you greet back, smiling. "i was just bursting to meet the person who had made our lovely quaestor go so soft." valerius's eyes flicker to valdemar; who was fuming. a triumphant grin is on his face, and it enrages valdemar to no end. you were so clueless to it, simply accepting an invitation to go drinking with him.

"i don't think so, consul. she's helping me." valdemar snaps, but your pout sways them. "please? it'll be fun." you flutter your lashes, and they silently hiss. "oh-! fine. but we can't stay long." valdemar pulls you away from the consul, letting the cocky man lead the way. you had seemingly forgotten valdemar's dislike for the consul, just going along with it. they couldn't blame you, they could never even imagine being mad at you.

so, they found themself sat next to you, trying to come off as unbothered as you speak to the consul; who was painfully clearly not interested in what you were talking about. he just wanted to bask in the glory of getting under the quaestor's skin. valdemar grits their sharp teeth, squeezing your hand tightly under the table. valerius sips his wine, eyes flickering back to you for a few minutes.

"y/n. we have to go." they snap, standing and tugging you with them. "what a shame, i was enjoying the talk." valerius sits back, crossing one leg over the other. "oh- goodbye, consul." you wave, letting valdemar pull you out of the room.

they're angry. so, so angry. you truly were too kind for your own good, and now valerius knew you he was no doubt going to spend more time with you just to piss valdemar off- "val?" you mumble, pressing into their back and nuzzling just under their shoulder blade. "yes?" they sigh, placing their palms on the table, gathering themself. "are you alright? you seem angry." you pout, arms wrapped around their waist. valdemar exhales, trying not to just throw you on their examination table and absolutely ruin you. "i'm fine, i just need to think..." they whisper, lying through their teeth.

thinking was making it so much worse. all their thoughts were of you, which lead to more inappropriate thoughts. in truth they couldn't handle it. you were so addictive, so innocent- they wanted to ruin you, eat you alive. "okay..." you go to let go, but they grab your arms with a single hand, holding you against their body with a single gesture. "what have you done to me?" they laugh, looking up from the desk. "nothing..? are you sure everything's alright? do you feel sick?" you ask, pulling from their loose grip and moving around them.

your warm hand finds their forehead, valdemar finds themself leaning down into your touch, letting you gently rub their cheek. "your freckles are cute." you smile, and they hum, stepping forward; effectively caging you against the desk with their arms. valdemar examines you closely, every detail, every fleck of paint, every smudge of charcoal and graphite... so perfect. "val?" you mumble, growing a tiny bit flustered as they lean in. their nose nudges yours, forehead pressed into your own.

"your presence has really affected me... i don't know how to explain it." valdemar sighs, letting you snake your arms over their shoulders. "try describing it." you smile, letting them pick you up to sit you on their desk as if you weighed nothing. valdemar hums, focusing on the weight in their chest. "i can't.. it's so... disgustingly fluffy. i'm not fond of thinking about it." they sigh. "maybe you're just happy." you giggle, fingers tracing small patterns on the nape of their neck.

"it's more... i don't know what to call it." valdemar's sigh is exasperated as they rack their brain for an answer. human anatomy they get, but feelings..? they don't. you hum, watching them think before adding your suggestion. "is it love?" your question almost makes them recoil, a feeling of realisation settling in. "..yes..." they whisper, and you smile. "aw! who is it?" you giggle, and they look rather shocked. "who else could it be?"

it was your turn to think, eyes wandering in thought. valdemar chuckles, slowly pressing their lips against yours in a quick yet meaningful peck. "oh- i get it." you giggle, kissing them again. valdemar smiles, pulling you closer by your thighs before resting their hands upon either side of the desk.

a relationship blooms, and they get you everything they can. your own personal quarters, a job as a painter for the countess. you enjoy painting nadia, and she doesn't find it bothersome as you didn't have to use a model! it was perfect, and you were close by, provided with food and protection. the only downfall was the other courtiers. volta adored you, bringing your attention away from valdemar. vulgora was just plainly rude, offering to spar with you. the thought of violence towards you bugged your partner, and of course, valerius was still being a thorn in the quaestor's side. vlastomil was rather rude too, picking apart all of your paintings with overly harsh 'criticism', showering you with negativity and causing doubt in your mind.

you took to confiding in valdemar, as they had you, pouting over the matter that seemed so small in their mind. rage fills their heart, they wanted nothing short of a slow death for vlastomil for bringing such negativity into your rather dull mind. "it's nonsense, my dear." they scoff, holding you tightly and trying to brighten your mood with other topics and activities. eventually, valdemar notices your lack of paintings, lack of spark. they immediately know what's wrong, and swiftly stride to where the praetor would normally be found.

you sit in front of your easel, staring at the messy canvas. maybe vlastomil was right... your paintings weren't very modern, an ugly mess thrown together clumsily. how could anyone find this appealing. you clutch your paintbrush, not caring how badly the solid wood made your hand ache. the painting wasn't finished, you hated it, hated all of them.

sparing the pile of canvases that lay across the room, all unfinished; all ugly, you get up, tossing the newest piece of work with the others. leaving your studio, you yelp as the door to your private chamber slams, and vlastomil is shoved towards you. "ah- y/n-!" the lanky man scrambles, and you look up at valdemar who stalks around him and straight to you. "i uh... i came to apologise..! w-what i said wasn't at all pleasant- uh... i'm sorry i-if it affected your work." vlastomil flusters under valdemar's glare, and you blink at him. "oh, uh... it's okay." you offer a small smile, and he seems relieved by your kindness.

"thank you so much for your forgiveness, small one..! you are very talented!" vlastomil gushes, shaking your hand vigorously. "it's okay..! thanks." you giggle, watching the praetor leave with a small bounce in his step. "perhaps you should finish a painting..?" valdemar suggests, craning their back to rest a head on your shoulder, lovingly nuzzling into your cheek. "maybe later, i'm not in a painter mood at the moment." you smile, moving to hug your lover tightly.

valdemar practically purrs at the affectionate, scooping you up to smother you with gentle kisses and nuzzles. you smile, wrapping your arms around them tightly, reciprocating their endearment. "perhaps getting you some food and a sit down in the courtyard pique your fancy?" valdemar suggests, carefully setting you down on your feet. "sure, let's go." you giggle, holding onto their arm as they lead the way.

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Can I request main 6 reaction if MC starts dating Valdemar?

Absolutely!! Here ya go anon 😘

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🐍 Asra 🐍

I think the fuck not!

Asra would be upset if mc ended up with anyone but him. But Valdemar? Really?? THEM??

He would be extra protective and do his best to keep mc within sight. Whether that be through Faust, portals, or by actively following them.

He lost them once to the plague. He refuses to lose mc to the plague doctor of death.

After a long while, he'll see that Valdemar genuinely wishes no ill will and has genuine feelings for mc.

Well great. Now he's less protective and more sad.

Shits tough, but he's still happy for them

🦉 Nadia 🦉

She's not sure how to feel tbh.

On one hand, she trusts mc's judgement and believes that they can look after themselves.

On the other hand! She works with Valdemar. She sees them everyday in all their terrifying(ly precious) glory

But that also means that she knows how brutally honest Valdemar is and that they wouldn't do anything that they didn't want to.

If mc is happy in their relationship, then Nadia is happy for them.

On high alert. But still happy.

💉 Julian 💉

F e a r

He is scared for mc's life! He KNOWS Valdemar is absolutely disturbing in more than just a creepy doctor way

He's seen what Valdemar does to cadavers and it's not pretty! Watching them vivisect was perhaps one of the worst things he had to witness

He cares for mc deeply and wants the best for them. He wants to keep them safe

By this I mean, he rushes into Valdemar's dungeons the second he sees them leading mc down the elevator, and unceremoniously swings into the room and screams "take me instead!" Only to see the odd couple doing a jigsaw puzzle

Yeah, if Valdemar wanted them dead, they'd be a corpse by now

Doesn't trust Valdemar, but knows them well enough that he's not breaking into the dungeon every other day

🐻 Muriel 🐻

Oh hell to the naw!

Nope nope nooopppeee!

He will see mc and Valdemar in public together and squeeze between them, giving Valdemar the death glare and questioning mc's sanity.

He will likely never approve or trust Valdemar and it's worried everyday that they may corrupt his friend

🐈 Portia 🐈

She's not indifferent

She just really really trusts mc's judgement

And she doesn't know Valdemar well enough to suspect much outside of potentially nsfw intrusive thoughts

Portia likes to keep up with mc and ask how they're doing and talking hot gossip

She'll take as much tea as you've got!

🐐 Lucio 🐐

I don't think he'd particularly care unless mc has something he wants

But he knows that if Valdemar is dating mc... Nothing will ever hurt mc without getting through them, which is borderline impossible

If anything, he's indifferent but curious

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oh god can i ask for Mc having a date with Vulgora? (if you have time and want of course) i love how you write btw!!

Why yes of course you may!! I'm a little rusty, so forgive me 😘

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Vulgora stood outside of MC's living quarters, tapping their toes on the marble floor impatiently. Every now and again, they'd hear movement that sounded like their lovely partner was walking towards the door. But no. Once again, mc is taking forever in their pursuit to look "perfect" for their date with the explosive warlord.

Their first date was incredible, but it didn't start out that way. You see, it all started with bread.

----------first date incoming----------

Mc was having a very nice day. They awoke to gently sun rays and birds and a soft warm wind. They then had a delicious breakfast and a relaxing conversation with Asra, who somehow didn't turn the toast to ash or an icecube. Don't ask. Not even Asra knows, in all their infinite wisdom.

Next was a walk to the market to buy a loaf fresh, sweet, mouthwatering, perfect pumpkin bread. Mc had been looking forward to this all week! They had a few extra bucks to spend after paying rent... Asra.

There it was! The break maker and the pumpkin bread and the no lines! Mc made a beeline for the counter. They were a magician on a mission!

But of course Someone just HAD to be running right towards them.

I'm sorry, Running?

Yeah. No.

Vulgora was flooring it, throwing people and obstacles this way and that! They, too, were on a mission. Valdemar, in a desperate attempt to get Vulgora out of they're hair (horns?) bet Vulgora that they didn't have the "fortitude" to confess their feeling for mc and ask them on a date.

Oh, Valdemar... On bread day? It had to be on bread day?!

Mc heard the commotion and turned to see what was up, only to come face to face. Toe to toe. Eye to eye. Nose to nose with Pontifex Vulgora. They were red in the face and their gauntlets were emitting a shivering sound. Vulgora was producing a chittering noise as they stared into the eyes of their greatest battle yet.

Being emotionally vulnerable.

"MC! I-"

"It's bread day."

"Okay.. BUT LISTEN I-"

"...It. Is. Bread day. There is now a LINE for the bread... You have prevented me from getting MY pumpkin bread on BREAD day..."

Vulgora was very confused. " It's just... Bread. Right?

Mc moved in close, "I CHERISH this bread. I will FIGHT for this bread... I stayed awake and did extra readings so I could PAY for this bread." They pulled out their deck of magic cards. "I haven't slept in THREE. DAYS. For this bread. NO IT ISN'T JUST BREAD! HOW FUCKING D A R E YOU CALL THIS PUMPKIN BREAD JUST BREAD!"

Vulgora paused, fighting the urge to lean forward and kiss this bread maniac at their most beautiful After a moment they took a deep breath and yelled out, "I WILL KILL ANYONE WHO GETS IN THE WAY OF ME BUYING MY DATE BREAD!"

The crowd dispersed and Vulgora stomped up to the shaking baker man. "C-can I h-help you?"

"PUMPKIN BREAD! NOW OLD MAN! THIS IS A TIME SENSITIVE ORDER!" Three loaves of pumpkin bread we're instantly thrown into the pontifex's hands and the bread maker stated, full of fear albeit, that they were on the house.

Vulgora stomped back to mc and shoved one of the loaves into their arms.

Mc looked surprised and confused, "Date?" Is all they could manage to spit out before Vulgora grabbed their hand and began dragging them off in the direction of the colosseum.

"DATE. NOW." Vulgora's face was even redder than before, if that's possible. A couple plague beetles crawled out of the gauntlets, annoyed by the sudden shaking and shivering of the shiny metal.

Soon they were at the colosseum and mc was panting, hands on their knees, from trying their best to keep up with their manic kidnapper. Once mc regained their breath, they stood straight with the fullest intention of scolding Vulgora for making them and dropping one of the loaves. But the anger fell quickly.

They were eyeing Vulgora, who was awkwardly extending their hand towards mc with their gauntlets holding a loaf of pumpkin bread in a vice grip, averting their golden gaze towards the stands. Vulgora began to mumble.

"Wergoinonuhdaynuw."

"... What?"

"WergoinonuhDAYNUH!"

"SPEAK UP DAMN IT!"

"WE'RE GOING ON A DATE NOW! OKAY?! SO! YEAH, DEAL WITH IT, BREAD FREAK!"

Mc was flabbergasted. Not because of Vulgora 'asking' them on a date, but because Vulgora was so shy, so insecure about it.

Mc's cheeks began to burn as they took the loaf and broke it in half, giving one side to their date/kidnapper. "Ya know, if you wanted to go on a date, I would have said yes regardless. Thank you for the pumpkin bread though! No lines are best lines!" Mc giggled and took a bite of the sweet, prophecized, blessed, perfectly baked pumpkin bread, immediately 'mmm'ing and 'its so fucking good'ing.

Vulgora watched, in absolute awe. Mc would have gone with them willingly? How can they be so calm about it? Aren't they scared? Did they want to go on a date? Is Vulgora gonna smash?

But all those questions disappeared when mc opened their eyes and smiled so happily at the pontifex, making their way over and kissing their cheek. "This is very sweet, Vulgora. What did you want to do on our date?" Without missing a beat, Vulgora grabbed mc and hugged them with surprising gentleness, giving them a tight squeeze before go.

"I'm gonna give you the grand tour of my armory!" They announced proudly, chest puffed and throat chittering.

"Sounds like fun! You'll have to tell me everything about them and all their stories!"

To say Vulgora was relieved would be a massive understatement. Not only were they relieved, but they were incredibly excited to show off for an audience that seemed even more excited than they did!

Thank you Valdemar, for being annoyed with Vulgora and making this bet.

#the arcana #the arcana mc #mc #the arcana vulgora #vulgora #pontifex vulgora #vulgora x mc #vulgora x reader #requested #the arcana pontifex vulgora

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