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to-the-stars8 · 8 months

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A Conversation with Your Ghost

Asra x Reader AO3

Summary: Asra wakes up to you, and it breaks his heart.

When Asra opened his eyes, he saw you looking down at him, smiling. It had been so long since he had seen you, so he let his eyes drink their fill of your beauty. Like the first time he had met you, Asra could feel his heartbeat quicken as he followed your bright eyes. Even amongst precious silks and furs, there wasn’t enough coin in the world that could buy him the same comfort as your touch did. Leaning over him, you traced his body delicately, fingers feeling like you were tracing him with the petals of a flower. Gods, there weren’t words to describe just how in love with you he still was.

“Is something wrong, my love,” You said. Your voice was soft, barely above a whisper. “I sense that you’re stressed.”

Asra sucked in a breath as your voice rang in his ears. He turned his head away, trying to ignore the ache in his chest, eyes staring into the flames of the fireplace across the room. After a moment, he looked back at you. “I am fine. You do not need to worry about me.”

You ‘tsked’, a sound Asra knew you made when not satisfied. “I believe we both know that is a lie. Now, if you tell me,” You paused, pressing a ghost of a kiss on his bare shoulder. “There will be a reward.”

He chuckled, hands turning into fists as he remembered your rewards and how it would get him to spill every secret he had. For once, Asra did not fall for it. “I promise you, it is no lie. I am most okay when you are here.”

He looked into your eyes and saw them soften at the affection he gave. There was nothing he would not do for you. You laid your hand against Asra’s chest, and he swore he could feel the warmth through his body.

“You need a break, I can tell you have been working too hard,” You said cheerfully. Still, your voice was soft. “Maybe, we could take a trip to that one place you took me for my birthday…Theー Damn it all, I forget the name of it. The one where the stars shined the brightest.”

Asra could not recall the name of the place either but remembered the night well. The stars never seemed so bright than when he looked into your eyes. Gods, he thought, what were those damned stars worth if they could not be seen through your eyes?

“Yes,” He said. “We should. Tomorrow, perhaps?”

You grinned. “Yes! We will go in the morning. I have some things to finish up here in the meantime.” Looking down at him again, you patted his chest. “For now, get some sleep, my love. I can see the exhaustion in your eyes.”

Asra did as you said, sparing his heart from the sight of you. It was for a moment before he yearned to see you again, but, just like that, he was alone. The room was dark, no fire had ever been lit and it was deathly quiet. Sitting up, Asra sobbed into his hands as he cursed himself for letting you go. He could not bear this quietness, nor the conversations with your ghost.

#asra fluff #asra #asra x mc #asra x reader #asra alnazar #julian devorak #the arcana fanfic #nadia the arcana #lucio the arcana #the arcana apprentice #the arcana #romance #asra the magician #asra the arcana #muriel the arcana #portia the arcana #portia devorak #julian the arcana

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bunnydoobles · 10 days

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TRADITIONAL DOOBLES (pt. 2)

okay! so in case you haven't seen the first post of this (you totally should), these are a continuation of my traditional art of the arcana! the last collection showed my older drawings and doodads, but this shows more of my recent art and how ive improved!! with minor explanations haha-

we're dipping our toes into more of my recent stuff!! PIRATE ANDREA INCLUDED!! the first two were small doodles i made for portia and julian's birthday but didn't exactly have a media to post art at the time so i merely posted it to my arcana server filled with my friends! we had mini celebrations

this was concepts of younger Andrea (the dooble of him and younger Julian was obviously noncanon, i simply thought it'd be cute to put them together), and a silly headcanon with some friends of mine where we talked about Andrea's first kiss being Asra when they were younger, as a distraction to steal his food!! :D it was a funny idea so i drew it! also medical studies Andrea! while he was Julian's apprentice!

now to the most recent stuff! i drew these just this week!! i finished the route and was going coconuts bananas over the confession so i drew it!! the other two were also about certain scenes i found cute! fun fact! andrea first started realizing he was falling for julian in Book XIV, Temperance "An Uninvited Guest" while they were in the masquerade! hense the dooble!! and the second one was based off of after the horrors in the nightmare world they endured and were transported into death's realm, julian relieved and sobbing over andrea being safe (Book XVIII- The Moon, Chapter "Dream Within a Dream")!!

anyways! thanks for looking at my art (whatever few who cared enough to scroll through)!! i hope you enjoyed and care to stay a bit! im trying to grow as an artist and have a media to thrive in and a fun community!! thanks for the support!! comment or dm or just follow me- anything really- if you also like the arcana and it's content!! :DD

#the arcane game #the arcana mc #the arcana #ilya devorak #julian devorak #julian devorak x mc #oc x canon #asra alnazar #asra the arcana #asra the magician #portia devorak

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artanddaddyissues · 2 years

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*cough*Are you sure that’s me stalking and not my doppelgänge?? / jk

Am doing great, besides the fact i am only going to be here until 3rd of April. WHY AM I IN MY ARCANA PHASE AGAIN AT SUCH A LATE TIME HHH.

Also, I might request some angst headcanons. Maybe someone being dead? Idk shha

Okay 1. ITS OKAY I joined late too, welcome to the club sis 💕

And 2. You. Are. Evil. But I will definitely do some angst for you. I secretly hope you CRY when you read this angst.

What the M6 do, when you die

Heads up: gender neutral pronouns for reader, M/C is yellow, very angsty, read at your own risk, mentions of mental health issues (anxiety, depression, etc…)

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"not... again..."

absolutely distraught, can no longer sleep, eat, think for himself, walk, breathe... etc.

Half his heart has gone, for good. Many times he contemplates sacrificing himself or other people in exchange for you to come back.

"I can bring them back again, right?"

shop closes for an extended amount of time, the baker starts to worry about him, the others regularly check in on him. He spends most of his days in his gate and the realms in hopes to contact you.

It takes him almost a year to leave the shop and care for himself again.

He curses everything and becomes pretty hostile for a while. Trust issues, anger, depression, everything sky rockets in the worst ways possible, and you aren't there to bring him back to his old self.

Asra needed you all the time. He missed your laugh, your touch, your aura. Living life without your presence made him feel like there was no point to living.

forgets how to function, in the worst way possible.

"Julian, when was the last time you ate?" "I can't remember...”

Walking disaster. He gets drunk more often, there isn’t a moment when he’s sober.

Asra checks in on him at least once a week since he knows how bad Julian can get.

He closes his clinic and tries to stay hidden from the others. He pushes everyone away, in fear of losing someone else.

This isn’t the first time he’s lost someone but, this one hurts the most.

You were the air he breathed. He missed giving you dramatic, romantic speeches and other little things.

He tries to tell Asra to teach him magic, in hopes of contacting you again through the magical realms, “maybe the fools realm.” “The realms are dangerous without-“ “I’ll take any risk to see them again.”

He looks at the collection of love letters, paintings, drawings, photos, anything to keep your face engraved into his mind.

Vesuviua mourns with her. Nadia has been such an incredible leader and so the city mourns when she loses you. I’m a way, the city lost you too, you did a great deal of good for the people of Vesuviua.

“I’ll find you in another lifetime, my dear.”

Like Asra, she knows how the magical realms work. Instead of sleeping each night, she travels to the realms to try and find you. She swears, she's getting close.

Everyone around her is understanding. the entire city saw how incredibly happy you both were together.

She is back to being alone again. Truly alone. Yes she has the others but you... you were there for her every moment of every day. Every breath she took, you were beside her. She had almost forgotten what is was like to be alone, thanks to you.

She dreads waking up and is always in a bad mood after another unsuccessful night of trying to find you.

Has a memorial statue of you in the gardens, facing her private balcony and she cries every time she looks at it.

"I need you back..."

Sobbing for weeks, never leaving his wing, punching holes through his walls, not taking care of himself...

He’s not angry after a few months but sad. He was very angry in the beginning, when he felt like he could have done something, but you can only convince yourself you’re useful so many times.

6 months after your passing, he treks to your home town to hold a proper burial for you.

The people around him in Vesuvia find it hard to see him like this. He could be a threat to anybody but they understand how much you affected him, so they all offer as much support as they can.

You taught him how to be a better person and without you reassuring him each day, he can only hold onto your words and do things he thought was right

he tried his hardest to stay strong in public but it was hard. He wanted to look strong always but the first few weeks were rough.

"Me and Pepi miss you... so much."

She buries you around her cottage, in a secluded corner. She watches every day, the tree you were buried under, grow and prosper. Little white and yellow flowers bloom in the spring and last the whole year.

Nadia gives her as much time off as she needs.

Now, Pfeels completely useless without you though.

The little things hurt the most. Waking up to you changing Pepi's litter, cooking only for one person again, not having any help in the garden, seeing all your clothes in the closet...

"It's okay Pepi..."

Julian visits almost every night for the first few months. He always comes ready to tend to Portia and make her feel as well as she can feel.

"This isn't happening"

he spirals into a long, very angry stage of denial. He can't accept the fact that you're gone when it feels like he just got you.

He makes a vow to himself, to never get attached to another person again in fear of losing them.

he blames himself all the time. "Muriel stop..." "I could have done something.

He can never go back to the person he used to be, because you changed him for the better but now you aren't around to see him anymore. And that kills him inside

Asra is over almost every night.

Inanna has had to pull Muriel out of bed for weeks on end.

He knows you would want him to continue living but its too hard without you there.

He and Asra venture through the realms to try and find you. Muriel is determined.

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thecraftymagician · 2 years

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Okay this is a bit different and random but aside from Arcana I'm really into the Sims 4 lol A few months ago I made most of the main six as sims but didn't really do anything with them until this past week where I loaded them into a new save file, gave them modern make overs, and made them a friend group plus my sim-self. There hasn't been alot of adventures but it's hilariously on point at times. Here are those examples.. Edit: I'm going to have to keep adding to this haha

Things the M6 did in my Sims 4 gameplay that just make sense:

Nadia immediately sitting next to Portia and them smiling and chat/flirting together

Muriel sitting in the corner reading a book instead of socializing with everyone

Muriel getting irrationally upset and walking outside as soon as Julian shows up

Julian breaking out into sobs before grabbing himself a bowl of cold peas to eat

Asra drifting from conversation to conversation between people before taking breaks to get chips/cook something or watch everyone sassily from the other side of the room

Asra just in general being aloof and doing their own thing

Their costumes for a costume party: Asra was a Hot Dog (no explanation needed), Julian was a pilot (they were out of pirates and it was the next best option?), Nadia was a Llamacorn mascot (to make Portia laugh), Portia was a criminal, Muriel just wore his pajamas (Jim Halpert energy)

Nadia breaking out wine for everyone (which is weird because in the game you can't have drinks without a bar and the house didn't have one lol)

Portia and Nadia dancing like certified party animals together

Muriel putting on a sad dog movie to watch while everyone hangs out but stands next to the TV instead of sitting down to watch it

Instead of hugs everyone greeting Muriel and vice versa with air kisses on either cheek

Muriel coming over and hanging out with my sim just to goof around, reading silently in the living room or use my computer

Asra and Muriel breaking off to hang out one on one and take turns going upstairs to use my sim's computer

Star gazing with Julian

Going to cafes with Asra and Portia as soon as my sim is off work

Inviting Muriel out to come to night clubs or bars just for him to come and stand there for 5 minutes before leaving

Julian scaring my sim playfully before flirting and talking about music and art

Muriel later scaring Julian for fun

Going ice skating with Julian and him constantly slipping and falling on his face

Asra just going wild alone on the dance floor while the rest of the club just watch in awe

Muriel coming into my sims house while she was at work and fixing her broken sink

I'll add a couple photos I took maybe but yes I'm still debating on making Lucio as a Sim haha I just don't want anyone to fight each other but at the same time I'm sure it'd be cathartic. I dunno, I'll think on it.

#thearcanagame #the arcana #julian the arcana #julian devorak #asra the magician #asra the arcana #countess nadia #nadia the arcana #muriel the arcana #muriel of the kokhuri #portia devorak #portia the arcana #the sims 4 #sims 4 #simblr

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bahrtofane · 3 months

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quick little intro to Yusra lore !!

Not exactly 100% the apprentice lore i made some changes hehe

i love writing misery can u tell

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Likes to call herself a merchant of the sea (pirate)

Originally came to Vesuvia looking for Julian, old business to settle, new ones to make. She was commissioned by a nearby lord to do his bidding and needed an old friends to count on.

Never intended to stay. It was when her ship was overtaken by a flood she was grounded. It's here she meets Asra. It was Julian who introduced them. A few nights after her home was turned into nothing but splinters for her to shift through. Not much remained. A few keepsakes, a map here or there. The odd bundle of cloth and fabric. She pushes on, until she finds herself breaking just at the sight of Julian, empty sobs shaking through her while he can only hold her tight.

That ship was her home, her everything. It took nearly her whole life to get her hands on it, it was a culmination of her life's work. It wasn't big or grand, but it was hers. That's what mattered most.

Asra offers to let her stay in his shop, after much persuasion and begging at some points. Finally after a month of rotting in vesuvius streets she finally gives in.

Asra is kind to her, never prods about the ship or what brought her, even if he's curious to know. They let her say as much or as little. Instead he gives her space and lets his home turn to hers as well. She promises to repay the kindness but he only laughs, swatting her away and going on about his business.

Shes keen on learning, anything to make her useful. So she learns magic. Enough to be at least somewhat helpful to Asra. It makes her feel much better about her predicament. Gives her time to think about what to do next, keeps the hands busy. Busy hands is a busy mind.

Asra grows fond of her and her heart. He's handsome, undeniably so. Its hard not to fall for them when they're sweet, words that drip like honey from lips made of petals. Eyes that shine in every gaze. He sees her. More than she sees herself. She doesnt know if its the magic or just his own perception, his nature.

Burying into ever crevice and crack of her being till she's sure she's been memorized.

“You're beautiful” he sighs one night, out on the market for a little fun.

She blushing now, saying nothing. Instead linking hands. And he understands her all the same.

Not long after the plague erupts. And she is really stuck. With no ship, money dwindling, and the only truly familiar face off in the palace slaving away for a cure.

Her options are running out. She either stays, or risks making ground on completely foreign territory outside of the city. To take a gamble on if the next town will have the same red beetles about its walls.

Asra turns out, intends to leave, and he knows the land far better than her. But she can not leave Julian. She came here for him after all, she cant leave him, not now. So they fight, for the first time. Asra begs for her to go with him. To save herself before it truly becomes unavoidable.

“Then you alone may leave. “ she says

And so he does.

The lord severs her contract and she instead takes up in the palace. She learns all she can. There's less sleep as the days go on, as the bodies start to pile. They have no place to put them. So they are sent to be burned away from the city. On an island that holds only misery.

Julian comes to her one night, sobbing as he wipes the sweat from his face.

“There's so much death..”

It only gets worse.

As the counts’ condition worsens, things turn to chaos. So much happens in a single day and yet she doesn't remember any of it. It all blurs.

She resents Asra for leaving. How could they ? yet there's no room for anything other than work.

She notices Julians eye before even he does. But says nothing. Everyone knows they're bound to succumb from the very curse they intend to cure. Everyone is losing hope.

Who knew she would be the first to go.

#the arcana #asra alnazar #julian devorak #asra x oc #asra alzanar #the arcana headcanons #the arcana oc #the arcana original character #the arcana fanfic #bahr blurbs

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e-dragoons · 1 year

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leon/asra pain :) technically during shb but no major spoilers, iykyk (reposting from ao3 from a ffxivwrite prompt; asra belongs to @ ambalambs)

“What?”

Asra’s voice was barely above a whisper as he stared up at Leon, eyes wide and full of a desperate sort of terror. Instinctively, Leon felt his arm twitch toward him, aching to touch him, to assure him that things were going to be alright. That he would protect him.

But that was what he was doing now, was it not?

So, with steel resolve, he forced himself to maintain eye contact. It was the least Asra deserved. “We should end things.“

His own voice was neutral and dry—the best he could do without breaking down on his own. He watched as Asra’s eyes grew watery and he stepped closer to Leon, who immediately backed away, watching as Asra deflated, realizing this was indeed what was happening. It had to be a clean break.

“Why?” Asra cried out. “What have I done?”

Leon had considered many times what he would say. The truth would not do more than bring Asra closer to his side, refusing to leave. It would just put him in more danger. So instead, Leon said, “I have too many things to worry about as is. I cannot have you on that list as well. I’m sorry.”

Cold. Neutral. He hoped it was enough.

It was the furthest thing from the truth. Asra was the reason he was doing this—any of this. He would do anything to keep Asra safe, including break both of their hearts.

Perhaps when he was gone, his mind lost as a sin eater, or if they managed to kill him while keeping the light contained, Asra could move on. It would only be a few days, when they went to Eulmore.

“Leon, please . Tell me what I did. I can fix it.”

Leon flinched at those words, recalling the ones he said to his mother as she shoved him away. Again, he wished to pull Asra in his arms and beg forgiveness, to explain himself. But he could not. He supposed this made him no better than his mother.

“There is nothing to fix, Asra. It’s over.”

And before he could break, Leon spun and left the room, almost running directly into Thancred. “I heard—“

A sob from Asra cut him off, and then he turned immediately to Leon—he was leaving, Asra was upset. He must have known that things were uneasy. “Have the two of you had a row?”

Leon turned away from Thancred, not wanting to see his friend’s face. “Keep him away from me.” The words were cruel, as they were meant to be. He only hoped that Thancred of all people would understand, after all was said and done, that he had said them out of love and not malice.

He shoved past Thancred and finally allowed himself to feel the sting in his eyes, the hollowness in his chest.

It was worth it, if it kept Asra safe.

#ffxiv #my writing #otp: honey buns #aint so much honey here tho lmfaoooooo #you can thank lunaria for me being inspired to post this again

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ot-hoe-me · 10 months

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OC Tag Game

I was tagged by: @stephschoices

I tag: anyone who wants to do this.

I am putting this under a cut because some of these responses got LONG lmao.

* I am SO sorry that I’m so late responding to this but I needed time to Think Thoughts and then get them at least mostly in order (I hope.)

FAVOURITE OC: WHY ARE YOU MAKING ME CHOOSE THIS IS SO HARD!!!!

I mean, I love all of my OCs in one way or another so it’s very hard to pick. In the interest of not having any overlap with the other categories I’ll answer this one last. I was initially stuck choosing between Valencia Talward my Hunter-heritage Battle Mage, Trouble-mancing Main MC for Lena’s/ @shepherds-of-haven IF because I do love her a lot because she’s very kind and courageous, and the way Lina has coded the personality/talent stats you can excel in more than one rather than picking one and sticking with it (ONLY charisma or ONLY intelligence, cunning, etc.) and you can choose multiple and it be feasible. The biggest selling point is the immaculate found family vibe you cultivate with the ROs (that is, if you choose not to be an evil sob) and even better - see the relationship developments between each other this game and these characters and this world are made with obvious love and care. Can’t recommend ShoH enough. BUT.

I decided that the most logical choice for Favourite OC is my apprentice Estelle Circinus from The Arcana game. I have her as my icon and as my blog banner along with Asra, she’s the OC I have the most art commissions of - and I plan to add to that particular collection in the future. And finally, she’s also up there with Alice of being one of my most developed OCs with lore, backstory, what her future looks like beyond canon and I also have multiple AUs for her in various stages of development. So, Estelle is my final answer.

NEWEST OC: Aruna Chase/Singh

Aruna is my newest fleshed out OC who is my Baxter-mancer for Our Life: Beginnings and Always (surname Chase to fit this MC’s family.) and is my secondary MC for Our Life: Now and Forever (surname Singh because here the family is MC’s bio mom.) Of course she is obligated to flirt with Baxter at every opportunity before he leaves Golden Grove, but beyond that I don’t know if she’s going to actually romance anyone. (I already have a Qiu-mancer and they’re crushes from childhood. So my options are; making Aruna a Tamarack-mancer from Step 3-on, a Qiu-mancer Step 3-on, or not giving her a romance at all within the confines of the canon storyline for OLNF.) And of course, both games are by @gb-patch though the latter is only a demo at the moment. Highly, HIGHLY recommend playing OLBA though if you haven’t already (especially if you like guys but if not then that’s cool too, you can play completely platonically or aroace instead and not miss TOO much story.)

OLDEST OC: Alice Walker

Alice is my MC originally from Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: Explorers of Time/Darkness/Sky so when I bought Darkness when it came out in 2008 (according to bulbapedia, geez that really was 15 years ago. I was 12 years old when I first made her. Wow I am feeling old right now lol.) So playing that, then watching Lucario and the Mystery of Mew for the first time years after it was dubbed even, which I saw for the first time around that time + the release of Sky and playing it helped me develop her more. Alice was my first OC, first with an in-depth backstory and lore, and has without a doubt been the OC who has undergone the most evolution (lol) over the years. I still think about her to this day. But yeah, first she was just my MC for Explorers of Darkness/Sky who turned into a Pikachu in Darkness, but then she became someone who could wield Aura, so when Sky came out I made her a Riolu even though only boy MCs could be Riolu but I said screw that. Originally she was born in the Dark Future, but more recently I changed her backstory to being born in the “present” of the Pokemon Universe in the Kingdom (honestly, think it should be Queendom though frfr) of Rota. She’s four??? (this is me forgetting for the moment if I have her start her journey at 13 or 14 years old lol) years older than Red, Blue/Green, Leaf, etc. but still leaves Rota to start her Pokemon Journey at the same time as them and like. Going through the regions/games including The Mains, PMD: Explorers, Rangers of Almia/Oblivia and more recently, fan games like Pokemon Reborn, Insurgence, Empyrean and Rejuvenation (Rejuvenation is without a doubt my favourite of the fan games by far, though they are all really good, but this is still a WIP while the other three are complete.) So yeah, Alice’s new canon birth timeline/existence is a mix of game and anime worlds. She’s an aura guardian and after Arceus resurrects her after her sacrifice to prevent Temporal Tower from collapsing and stop Dialga from becoming Primal Dialga - they make her immortal. But not only that, they also bestow a portion of their power on her so she can act as their agent, and essentially as an avatar or proxy to carry out their will (by continuing to carry out her duty as an aura guardian to safeguard all of creation/life - but to the extreme) in return for them bringing her back to life. So she’s elevated to become a demigoddess, essentially. After that, she’s sent back to her own time, and then all across other points time and space and other dimension, becoming The Deus Ex Machina of Heroes. Because of all this her Trainer Title would have gone from Trainer Alice -> Aura Guardian Alice -> Eternal Guardian Alice. Basically THE Ultimate Mary Sue but she deserves this as the privilege of being my first-ever OC and because cringe is dead...also I ship her with Steven Stone because the age gap definitely closes because of the time-fuckery. Shhhhh.

MEANEST OC: Araina Emroth

I don’t really have any mean OCs tbh because I don’t like making or playing rude/bitchy or cruel characters, so the closest I can get to answering that question would have to be me asking myself who is my ANGRIEST OC? And how do they use that anger/how morally dubious do their actions get because of it? I have a handful of OCs that fit the bill but my reflexive answer to this is my MC Araina Emroth from the IF Spellbound: A Ghost Story. It is solely on the CoG forum but I am begging you - if you haven’t played the demo already please PLEASE do it - it is so good!!!! Anyway, to give you tiny tidbits to make you want to play, the reason why she’s angry is that, since I chose the rebel backstory over the knight backstory, putting it mildly, her kingdom is corrupt. So not only is she out for revenge, she’s of the mindset that she’s ready to take on the ‘whole world’ to cut out the rot of her homeland in order to redeem it even if she has to do it alone. Also in regards to Callum...I chose the childhood rivals bully route for him and as in all things, she never can fully let go of a grudge. So yeah, she's the passionate, charismatic revolutionary in life. And while she mellows out after 800+ years of being dead, hm. Wonder where the future will lead? (I am torn between getting her to time travel to her own body while she was still alive, and to snatch the amulet off of Callum and destroy it and then go on how it should have been. Or her finally being able to let go and find a way for her to live a new life in the present.) ANYWAY - play it!!!

SOFTEST OC: Fallon Rose

Most of my MCs are pretty-very soft so it’s kind of hard to pick just one, but, I will go with Fallon - my MC from Underfell IF and Mafiafell IF by @darkpetal16 for the fact with how she writes MC, especially in Underfell - is very kind, empathetic, optimistic, and very very forgiving by nature. You’ll see what I mean if you decide to play~ Please do, if you enjoy Undertale and AUs. (Also fun fact, her name is a pun on Fall and Rise.)

MOST ALOOF/STANDOFFISH OC: Serena Klein

Like with the mean OC category I don’t really have any aloof or standoffish OCs so the closest I can answer for this category is Serena Klein, my MC from @attollogame because I play her as intimidating/stoic, and cunning but. I would never say that she’s uncaring or unemotional. If anything, she cares too much and is very emotional but is able to mask it really well (unless it concerns her brother Atticus) and she also has natural RBF.

DUMBEST (AFFECTIONATE) OC: Belle Duval-Emma Tie

It’s a toss up between my main MC for @trinitytrilogy Zeus’ Dilemma, Belle, Demigoddess and Daughter of Aphrodite, who currently has a literal intelligence stat of 0 (RIP) though my headcanon is that she does at least have average intelligence. And my MC for Last Legacy (RIP because of NixHydra the company being complete idiots, and Dorian not really being better it looks very likely it will never be finished because the writers don’t have the creative/ownership rights to it. Not bitter about this at all.) Emma, because she is mostly a self insert aside from the whole barista and makes-own-cosplays cosplayer deal. And me being who I am...enough said lmao.

SMARTEST OC: Chloe Rodgers

Chloe is my main MC from the Keeper Trilogy by @keeperofthesunandmoon is without a doubt my smartest MC as with how high her intelligence stat is, and how quickly she grasps magic in her new life as a magician is prodigious - she is a literal genius.

OC I'D BE FRIENDS WITH: Ava Holden-Last

I’d be friends with Ava for sure, and why am I choosing her aside from making sure there’s no overlap? She’s one of my most normal and well-adjusted OCs, she’s successful, has no mental illnesses, she’s also plus size like me so she knows my struggles. She’s also a fashion designer so you know she’d be putting out fire clothes that I’d go broke for. She would be the extrovert who would adopt me, and of course I gave her my interests and hobbies/hobbies I wish I had as well so we’d get along really well. And I just have to say the she is defying the ‘mean girl californian’ stereotype and absolutely help a guy out with his English homework so he can go out on a date to kiss a cute guy, you know it. You best believe. Also she would threaten to beat up my depression, and I wholeheartedly believe that she would succeed in eradicating it. Right, and she’s my main MC for Our Life: Beginnings and Always by @gb-patch who eventually marries Cove.

#In conclusion BLEASE ask me about my OCs and not just about the ones I listed here - any of them #And I will do my best to answer #My OC #My OCs #Valencia Talward #Estelle Circinus #Aruna Chase #Aruna Singh #Alice Walker #Araina Emroth #Fallon Rose #Serena Klein #Belle Duval #Chloe Rodgers #Ava Last

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biolumien · 1 year

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unquenchable flame | rin (oc) & muriel

“please, rin,” asra implores. “i’m doing this to keep you safe. please, please understand that.” in the magician’s hand is a small box, and his other hand is clutched in a tight formation, his fingers bending as if holding tightly to a tether.

“safe,” rin’s voice echoes.

but it’s not quite human. green sparks fly from their clothes, their skin. their eyes are illuminated with fire, their teeth bared into a snarl.

“safe?!” rin’s voice booms.

and then it’s made abundantly clear—

asra has constructed a prison. a cage to hold—

“please calm down,” asra says, his voice more of an order now. “i’ve been barely able to restore your human form—”

“what makes you think i want it?” rin screams. the skin of their hand shatters, replaced with brilliant green fire. the skin around their eyes crumbles, giving way to brilliant green underneath. “just because you got it back for me? LIED to me?”

“i didn’t— i didn’t lie,” asra tries. “i just wanted to keep you safe. when you-when you died, i was so heartbroken, rin. i did this— i was going to do anything to bring you back.”

“shut up. SHUT UP,” rin screams, throwing their hand out to throw a wave of fire at the cage’s wall. asra wheezes, the air knocked out of him as the fire connects. “i don’t want to hear your excuses. you sad, pathetic excuse for a magician— you lied to me this entire time. everyone in town stared at me like i was an abomination—”

their human form shatters like glass. gives way to pure fire, crackling and untamed.

“all because you couldn’t move on with your fucking loss!” rin’s fist made contact with the cage’s wall. the wall rumbles, and asra coughs again. blood trickles from his lip.

muriel, sweet thing— has watched the entire time, silent and unmoving. but as soon as asra begins to bleed, he rushes for his friend, his hand glancing asra’s back, not fully touching.

“i never asked for this,” rin sobs, slumping down. “never asked to be brought back to life. from how i fuckin’ see it, everything went to shit because i was brought back. if i died that day— if i died at the lazaret… then i should’ve been left for dead.”

their tears are fire, burning the grass beneath them.

“i’m sorry,” asra’s voice cracks. “i’m so… so sorry.”

“you’re SORRY?!” an explosion of power shatters the cage. asra flies back, landing in the ground with a groan of pain. rin’s eyes are furious. “sorry doesn’t fix this! sorry doesn’t— doesn’t fix the heart of the forest dying. doesn’t fix the fact that lucio is out for *blood* because—”

muriel’s arms are wrapped around rin’s body, his fingers grazing across the burning fire. he grits his teeth— it hurts, of course—

“none of this,” muriel whispers, his voice steady, “is your fault.”

“let me go,” rin hisses, their voice becoming more desperate. “please.” their body wobbles, the flames sparking and dancing as if to jump away— but they don’t. their weight, whatever it is now— remains in muriel’s arms.

“no,” muriel says. more confident than he feels. “you can’t go.” one of his hands rests against the small of rin’s back, the other holding their hair. it burns. his skin screams with pain, but—

“please,” rin cries. “i’m hurting you— i’m burning you.” fiery tears drip onto muriel’s fur cloak, singing it.

“my heart,” muriel whispers. “my firebug. i need you here. storyweaver. please.” muriel’s hands reach up to cradle the crackling, flaming edges of rin’s face. “you’ve been here for me. when i faltered. how could i n-not, for you?” he laughs wetly, realizing the tears on his own face.

rin’s breath shudders. at once, the flames seem to cool down as they lean into muriel’s touch, sobbing openly.

“i’m sorry,” rin cries. “i— i didn’t— i didn’t, i—”

“shh,” muriel murmurs. “i’m here. i’m here. you’re safe.”

he’s not quite sure how long they stay like this, rin’s fire crackling across his skin. but eventually, it becomes gentler. warm, but not burning. he turns to asra, who has approached slowly with an extended hand to soothe the angry red burns on muriel’s skin.

rin’s form flickers. they almost look how they used to— nearly fully human, but the green glow under their flesh seemed to suggest otherwise.

“i’m… sorry, asra,” rin says. “i didn’t mean to-to hurt you.”

“you’re alright,” asra says. “your reaction… is completely normal, given the circumstance.” a small smile plays on his lips. “but i mean it. you’re a friend. and i— the last thing i wanted is for you to get hurt and implicated in this.”

rin sighs.

“yes,” rin murmurs. “but now we move forward.”

they take one of muriel’s hands in theirs, running their thumbs over his knuckles. their touch is unbearably hot, feverish. maybe that will never leave.

“stay with me,” rin says, not meeting muriel’s eyes.

something approaching a crooked smile forms on muriel’s lips.

“always.”

#the arcana #the arcana fan character #the arcana fan apprentice #fan apprentice #the arcana muriel #the arcana asra #muriel of the kokhuri #muriel #asra #rin

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tickly-trashcan · 2 years

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Julian is all cocky and smug until he gets a little squeeze and crumbles (am I waiting for the daily logins and saving money for the “pat him down” part at the prologue? Nooooo-)

I’m sorry but that little shit deserves to get got everyday, he knows it, and he loves it

Cocky bastard

LITTERALY so frigging ticklish you can’t convince me every single spot on his body is ticklish

But then it would be funny if he had like, one super obvious spot that wasn’t ticklish at all *wheezes*

Don’t try to chase him down. Seriously don’t. You won’t even get to start, he’s too giggly to even try , he can’t run when he’s like that 😭

I mean he might get 3-4 steps but-

The only time he could be ler is when you’re feeling down and he’d gently nuzzle your neck from behind and hug you with little squeezes here and there to keep you giggling while asking what’s wrong

Oh btw he used to and still get’s destroyed by Portia (you know who she is to him right?)

Asra my boy who totally isn’t getting autocorrected to asparagus or ASSR or Audra every single second.

Will squeal and plead at cold fingers thank you for coming to my Ted talk

HE CAN BE A DEADLY LER

HE HAS MAGIC AND HE WILL USE IT DON’T TRY HIM

Actually do try him because he’d be an amazing ler I just know it

He’d be very gentle, yet that would make him even more unbearable and flustering

Neck nuzzles and nibbles all the way

“So ticklish, so good for me, sure you can handle a bit more~? I’d like to listen to your laughter some more”

But. If YOU’RE the one starting it, HE’S the one flustered and all lee in your arms

Genuinely can’t handle teases. If you do that while tickling him he’ll actually start getting a bit whiny and might try to hide his face because this is so unusual for him 😭❤️

Listen, if you gently drill your thumb unrelentingly into his lower ribs while the rest of your fingers curl in the back of his ribs, he’s going to be squirming left and right but that would just accentuate the ticklish feelings and he’d be belly-laughing nonstop, like every single sound of laughter would be elicited from him before he finally becomes too overwhelmed with feelings to properly function and would just throw his head back and take it

okay my brain vomiting is done i may have more and better but it’s 4 am AKDMSKDMDS

RIV I SWEAR TO GOD YOU MADE ME OFFICIALLY INSANE

THE PAT DOWN OPTION WAS THE FIRST ONE I PAID FOR AND IT WAS THE BEST THING IVE EVER GOTTEN BC LIKE,, JULIAN IS CANONICALLY TICKLISH AND IT MAKES ME LIKE ASCEND TO THE SKIES WHENEVER IM PLAYING THROUGH AND HE GETS FLUSTERED I FJKDSFJDSKFSN

Ohmygod Asra i've never been as big of an Asra simp compared to Julian but WOWIE i am just imagining like all the possibilities now and I'm sobbing real tears I LOVE HIMMMMMM we need to get him right now

THANK YOU FOR THE BRAINROT ILY AND I MIGHT END UP WRITING A FIC NOW LMFAO

#satans-beloved-riv

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julianismycomfortcharacter · 2 years

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Ok so, The Arcana writing prompt/request if you're still accepting those? I'm thinking comfort/fluff and a bit of angst?

So, say, something happened and mc got lost in the realms and has been gone for months, no one's been able to reach out to them and no one's even sure whether they're still alive or not, and then one day they just suddenly show up again, maybe exhausted and a little scratched up from their journey back.

I'd prefer Asra, Julian, and/or Lucio's reaction(s) to this, but you can write whoever you'd prefer.

I wasn’t sure how to do Lucio for this one and I didn’t want to divert from his personality. It’s been a while since I’ve gone through his route. I’m paying for the books slowly (not using actual money to pay for in game currency). But hopefully you enjoy this anyway

Asra:

Asra would be the last one to notice their absence. After saving the world, he’s learned to let MC experience their independence. Though, there’s this tug in his heart a few days later that makes him worry. He starts to look into the magic realms himself. Though just when he thinks he is close, he has to come back. Asra is deviated each time, but he’s persistent. He had to do the same with his parents, but he had no way of knowing if they were dead or alive.

With MC, they share the same heart from the deal he made. Though his mind starts to worry more as he makes it to The Moon’s realm while following their trail. He didn’t stay long enough to talk, on a mission to find MC. But the worry settled in him deeper than before. He’s running off of pure hope of finding them at this point.

Days turn into weeks, and weeks into months. He’s not given up, but nightmares of when he left them before the plague, of losing them again kept him up at night. His only moments of rest were when he daydreamed. He personally wasn’t okay. Hope was running dry, but he couldn’t give up on MC. He just wouldn’t be able to take it. So he works himself to the bone.

So when they come back to the shop to see them exhausted and a little beat up, he’s almost in absolute tears. He’s not able to hide his emotions, but he’d be damned if he didn’t take care of MC first. He’d ask what happened, if anything hurt. He has them sit down as he gives his undivided attention to them, their hand in his.

They would explain they had gotten lost, trying to find a way out themselves. They wanted Asra to see they were capable of it themselves. Asra has no choice but to explain that even though he knew they were capable, he lost sight of it as the days passed without them. This ends in a small argument, but they do eventually learn from it. Asra apologizes for allowing the past to come over him again. They both make up for it.

The two take the rest of the evening to relax and comfort each other. The two are happy, together like the bonded lovers that they were.

Julian:

Ok, so his initial reaction to this is delayed. His emotions are so used to being bottled up that this is just naturally bottled. This doesn’t stop the worry from hitting him like a freight train when MC isn’t back in a few days. He’s wondering if they ever loved him, if they’ve died. He’s praying to any higher power, any arcana who’ll listen to keep them safe.

Julian is absolutely devastated and will go drink. Habits he’s been fixing are starting to come back. He’s searching, but he’s getting to his wits end. The months that go by are excruciating for Portia and Mazelinka. They don’t like seeing him this upset.

The day Julian was about to start packing his things for another trip to find purpose is the day MC comes back. He doesn’t notice until they come into their shared bedroom. Hearing footsteps he thinks it’s an intruder, but seeing their face in the doorway stops him in his tracks. He’s crying. Something he doesn’t do all that often. He hates feeling weak, and he thinks they hate him still.

But the relief that washes over him as he falls to his knees before MC is heart wrenching. His hug is so tight and his sobs are loud and uncontrollable. He can’t breathe from how much he’s crying. MC would pull him to their chest and rub his back. They can tell he’s been bottling up his emotions hard.

They eventually coax Julian into explaining how he’s been feeling. Learning that while it was maybe at most a few weeks for them, it was actually months for Julian. They didn’t know, and Julian doesn’t blame them when they explained they had gotten lost.

Eventually the two of them make up for it. A warm bath together, a home cooked meal, and a lot of cuddles and sweet words being tossed between the two. This is something that Julian is going to try and learn from for next time. MC gave him a good talking to, but overall told him everything is going to be alright.

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friendlyneighborhoodquaesto-blog · 5 years

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unknown fact about me: i started playing this game because of the art

something ive learned, instead of coloring your lines with a darker version of the fill color, use a more saturated version :) so here! have a little doodle of these two cuties

#asra #the arcana #the arcana game #asra the magician #faust #the arcana asra #my art #the arcana faust

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animeomegas · 2 years

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Kinktober - Day 27

[Asra (The Arcana) + Emotional Sex]

Summary: Having left your shop, fleeing from the plague, only two days ago, things were chaotic. You’d been working on doing up the little cabin in the woods you’d been living in, and you couldn’t deny that it was a bit stressful, well, for you at least. Asra seemed to still be in shock that you’d listened to his plea and run away with him. But as you laid together in bed for your second night under the thin blankets, Asra’s emotions were clearly starting to get the better of him. Dom!Alpha!GN!Reader

Warnings: I can’t think of any that wouldn’t be explicitly obvious :) It is pretty short though, I’m sorry :(

NOTE: This is a follow on from a previous headcanon set, recommended but not required to read this before. (HERE)

The bed wasn’t too bad actually, considering it had been unused for about fifteen years. Sure, the blankets left much to be desired, but a couple of warming charms and the magic of body heat helped stave off the night’s chill.

You and Asra were holding each other in silence, too tired to move after the exhausting day you’d had trying to make this old cabin liveable again. Today you’d patched up the holes in the roof, washed the linen in the nearby lake, and unpacked your tinned food and medical supplies. Tomorrow’s agenda was similarly demanding, so you were eager to get some sleep while you could.

Unfortunately, sleep didn’t come as easily as you’d hoped, your thoughts turning over the possible problem with your mate. You couldn’t tell if he was acting off in a concerning way, or if he was simply a little overwhelmed, something which would be more than understandable given the drastic changes in the last few days, but he was a lot quieter than normal, and when he was engaging with you, he was doing it through his scent or by whining or chirping, not with words.

You were worried. Sure, maybe this was just his way of dealing with having to leave your home behind, but what if there was something else he was struggling with. You ran your fingers through his fluffy, white hair and Asra pushed his face closer to into your neck, inhaling your scent.

“Are you doing okay?” you asked quietly, pressing a kiss onto his head.

Asra nodded into your neck but didn’t say anything.

“That’s good, Asra, but can you speak to me? You’ve been awfully quiet since we left the shop and you’re worrying me. How are you holding up? I know it’s been a lot.”

Asra didn’t respond at first, just shuffled closer into you. He was warm and solid against you, and it did help calm your fraying instincts. He was here, he was safe, he was with you, you could fix whatever was wrong.

“Asra?”

“Thank you,” he whispered finally, voice thick. “For coming with me, I-“

Asra pressed his eyes shut and put a hand over his mouth as his shaky voice cut off. He sounded like he was on the verge of tears. He took a deep breath before continuing.

“I didn’t know what to say about it, so I-“ another shaky breath interrupted him. “I just want to say thank you, for listening to me and-“ Asra couldn’t hold the flood back anymore, and he started to sob against you chest. You felt like your heart had been squeezed through a vice.

“Hey, come here,” you sat the both of you up so that you could hold him in your arms properly. “Don’t cry, please don’t cry, it makes me feel sad when you cry.”

Asra just continued to cry in your arms. The feeling of his tears on your neck made you purr instantly, your instincts trying automatically to calm him down and make him happy again. You really couldn’t bare it when Asra cried.

“Oh Asra, you never have to thank me for looking after you, for trusting you,” you whispered into his hair, rocking him lightly. You lifted his face up, using your sleeve to dry some of his tears. Asra always looked hauntingly beautiful when he was crying. Clear, crystal tears sliding down his skin, making his eyes look even bigger than usual.

You readjusted him so that he was laying back on the old bed and smoothed your hand over his head.

“Let me help you relax,” you said, undoing his pyjama shirt. Asra was still crying, but as you rubbed soft circles onto the bare skin on his chest, his breathing started to slow down. His nipples were hard because of the cold, and your hands couldn’t help but catch on them, but you ignored it. You wouldn’t make a move unless Asra gave you a sign to. “Deep breaths, Asra, that’s it.”

Asra’s breath did slow down, but as you kept catching his nipples, it started to hitch in places. A small tent appeared in the crotch of his nightwear. That was your sign. Gently, you focused on his nipples a little more, rubbing your thumbs around the areolas and tweaking the peaks. Occasional tears did slip out, but Asra was definitely calmer now as you rubbed his chest.

“You’re such a beautiful person Asra,” you cooed. “Together we’re going to fix this place up properly, make it a home for how ever long we stay here, safe, just the two of us, I promise.”

Asra’s bottom lip wobbled but he remained relaxed against the bed, so you dipped your hand below the waistline of his pyjamas and settled your hand on his hard cock. As much as you wanted to make love to him properly, you hadn’t sorted out your plan for contraceptives yet and it would be dangerous for Asra to be pregnant right now when you had no access to medical care and every major city and town in the area was being ravaged by the plague, so this would have to do.

“Alpha, I-“ Asra said in a shaky voice. “Please, I need you.”

“I’m here,” you soothed him, wrapping your hand around his cock and languidly stroking him up and down. “Can you feel me, Asra? I’m right here.”

You still had no curtains on the bedroom windows, and the moonlight was striking against Asra’s skin. His skin was far too enticing to resist kissing him all over and sucking hickeys on his chest. Your tongue swirled around his hard nipples, periodically sucking dark hickeys onto the skin around his collar bones.

Asra was humming and sighing in time with your tongue, his tears finally gone, as he enjoyed your gentle attention.

“I love you,” Asra said, staring at you directly in the eyes, no trace of embarrassment or bashfulness. He was never afraid to love you and that was one of the things you loved most about him.

“And I, you, my love,” you replied, spreading his precum all over his shaft to aid your handjob. “Thank you for looking out for both of us, for knowing when we needed to focus on each other and our wellbeing.”

Asra bit his lip, but you could see the edges of his mouth twinging upwards.

“Are you close?”

“Mhmm,” Asra hummed in the affirmative. His voice sounded tired. He always got tired after he cried, rare as that was. You needed to get him off and then cuddle him up and keep him warm for the night. You quickly grabbed a piece of scrap cloth from one of the old shirts you’d cut up to supplement bandages for your first aid supplies and held it over the tip of Asra’s cock to catch his cum.

“Whenever you’re ready, my love,” you encouraged your mate, quickening your strokes. “Cum for me, all over my hand, that’s it.”

Asra let out a quiet but high-pitched whine as he did as you asked. His breathing was quick, but much more consistent than it had been when he was crying earlier, and his damp eyes blinked slowly as the exhaustion hit him.

“Rest, Asra, I’ll be right here when you wake up, I promise.”

“Thank you.”

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tasrasimp · 2 years

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M6 + some short angsty prompts I’ve found

A/n: Hello my dears! Here I am, starting up yet another fanfiction blog but it’s for the Arcana this time! Frankly, I eat angst for breakfast so… Here ya go, some angst that made me sick to write 😬

A/n#2: This turned out much longer than I intended(🤌), so I’ll be posting the characters separately 💕

Prompt: “I know I shouldn’t love you, and yet I still do.”

Pairing: (Unrequited) Asra x GN reader | Lucio x GN reader

Warnings: Unrequited love | Drunk, painful ramblings | Drenched in angst

“Asra…” His name leaves you in a winded breath. Seeing him like this — body quaking, his words slurring together in an incoherent blubbering — knocks your breath from you. You kneel down to his eye level, the smell of alcohol finally making it to your nose, along with the light smell of the rain sure to come tonight. How long has it been since you’ve seen Asra? Three months, at least. You’d started to miss him terrible. Now, finally, you get to see him again, yet this is how he’s come to you; you try to swallow the bitter taste it puts into your mouth. You grab his elbows gently, trying to rouse his slumped form just outside of your shop door.

“Y/n…” His soft and melodic voice has become choked from strain, gravelly with tears, “why does it have to be him?”

His head lolls back, harshly smacking the stone behind him — he winces and you let out a soft gasp — but his dull amethyst eyes focus solely on you. He scans your face quietly. The crease between his brow worsens with every second that passes in silence before his head falls and his white curls obscure your view of his face. “I told myself that no matter what..” He pauses, swallows, and continues, “I would accept everything that you do… Whoever you decide to love, whatever you decide to do, where ever you want to go…” His voice weakens and falls off into a squeak. You know exactly where this is going, and it makes your hands tremble and breath jump from you… You hope that maybe you’re wrong. Maybe it’s not that.

His shoulders shake before his chest heaves with a soft gasp. “But him?” His voice quavers thickly.

“Asra…” You’re at a loss of words. For the last few months, you’ve tiptoed around Asra, always afraid to unintentionally hurt him. He’s not taken to your relationship with Lucio well. “Please come inside, Asra. It’s going to rain tonight…” You try to tug him up but he stubbornly remains in his spot.

“Go in there?” He wants it to be mean — you can tell by the pointed glance and grimace he gives you while shaking off your hands — but it still comes out as a whine, “Go in there and have to relive everything I can’t have?” A heavy sigh that leaves you as your own head falls… You can’t help the tightening in your chest, or the thought that’s wiggled into your mind like an unwelcome bug since Asra first gave you this look; maybe you shouldn’t stay with Lucio… Maybe you owe more to Asra…

“I’m sorry…” Is all you can whisper through your own thickening voice.

“Sorry?” He spins to you, quickly bringing himself to his knees in front of you and taking your warmed cheeks in his freezing hands. “I’m not saying this to make you apologize! Y/n, I can’t stand to loose you to him… He.. He…” Asra hiccups into another sob, his trembling hands tightening slightly on the side of your head, pulling gently at your hair, and you cup his hand with your own; what else are you supposed to do? You search his crumbling expression. “He has taken everything from me…” Asra manages to whisper, spilling purple eyes widely staring at the ground. “He took my parents, left me on the streets… It… It was so…” He steals his expression and brings his reddened eyes to your own. “He made Muriel kill people, made me his little puppet, gave Julian the plagued — he killed you —“ Again his hardened expression toppled into a sob, your own tears freely falling from your eyes now, “How could you love him?” You have to piece together what he says because he whispers it so quietly, barely audible over the wind howling through the city streets. Complete silence falls over the two of you. Your hunched body trembles at the cold air assaulting your front and the numb ache raging through your body. Asra falls into another fit of sobs; you can smell the alcohol on his tongue… Asra rarely drinks. What is in his mind that made him drink so much? So carelessly? He never drinks unless he’s with—

“Asra!” That familiar voice barks a few strides away from your shop door. You vision is blurred from the tears bubbling in your eyes, but you still recognize the red hair and tall slender frame. He scrambles to remove Asra from you. “I’m so sorry, Y/n.” The smell of alcohol reeks from Julian as well. He lowers his voice to address the white haired form desperately fighting to cling on to you. “Asra, this is the last place you need to be right now. I’ll take you back—“

“I can’t leave them!” Asra’s sudden scream startles the both of you. His white curls tangle as he shakes his head violently, “I can’t leave them again!” Finally, your very own sob makes your head fall, and a strangled sigh falls from Julian.

“Oh, dear, don’t cry… Please, Asra is just…” Julian’s hand meets your shoulder hesitantly, “He’s drunk… A few too many salty bitters will make you say the damndest things!” He tries to chuckle the gloom away from the two of you, but his light expression quickly falls away again. Julian’s good at many things, but consoling someone isn’t one of them; let alone consoling two people at odds with each other.

“Look, Asra… We need to go.” It seems Asra has no intention of listening to Julian, as his hands tighten their hold on you — his grip almost painful — and he meets your eyes with a pleading look.

“I know I shouldn’t love you…” His thumb runs gently, trembling, over your cheekbone, his gaze slowly tracing every feature, and he swallows thickly, “And yet…” His quaking hands move to smooth out your tousled hair with a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes, “I still do…” He releases his grip on you — you almost drop your head as his support leaves you — and takes Julian’s outstretched hands.

“Up ya go!” Julian grunts as he bears a majority of Asra’s weight. You’re left trembling on the ground. Julian stumbles down the steps with Asra, but he stops at the bottom. He turns over his shoulder, takes a deep breath, and then brings his eyes to yours. Earnestly, he says, “Y/n… I’m really sorry about all of this. He’s not… Handling things well right now—“

“You think?” You quietly snap. What the hell does he think he’s doing letting Asra get drunk when he knows he’s like this? Using the door to support your weight, you stand and bring your eyes to Julian. He’s quick to divert his eyes. “Wait here.” You demand as you spin around and begin to whip up a tonic for the hangover Asra will suffer tomorrow when he wakes up. For good measure, you include his favorite tea leaves, a slice of pumpkin bread, and another tonic for Julian. There’s a tremble in your hands as you work. You wrap the bundle up tightly, scribble a small note to Asra, and shove it toward Julian. He gently takes it, expression falling with a sigh at your shaken look; you’re barely containing another sob. He opens his mouth to say something.

“I—“

“Alcohol will not magically solve every that hurts!” You snap to the both of them with your arms crossing over your chest. Asra merely chuckles a bitter acknowledgment, but Julian looks to his feet with a shamed blush. “This goes for the both of you: never take up a bottle when something hurts. It doesn’t rinse it away… It makes it worse.” You pull your lips into a thin line in a sorry attempt to stop the trembling of your lips and jut your chin towards the package in Julian’s hand. “Brew it tomorrow morning for the both of you, it’ll help the hang over. Make sure you eat with it too!” You turn away with crossed arms, beginning to close the door to your shop, but you stop short. You turn around to meet Asra’s weary gaze, tears rolling across an expressionless face, “And Asra… Make sure you read that note too.” You shut the door before either of them can say anything else.

With the door shut and secure against them, you press your back against the smooth wood. The contrast of that cold wood and your hot palms sends a nauseating shiver through your body. Through your open window, the sounds of Julian scolding the magician and Asra spewing back to him his reasons and excuses carries through with the cold night wind. Your shoulders lurch forward and you slap your hand over your mouth to try and strangle the shrill of the sob that’s left you. There’s a weakness in your legs that makes you fall to your knees and cradle your head in your hands.

What do you do? What can you do?

Do you deserve to love anyone but Asra? Your body begins to tremble. Do you deserve any of what Asra has given you? Your body is hunched over. Do you deserve to be alive right now? You wonder if Asra will be able to answer your note tomorrow after he sobers up…

“I’m so sorry Asra. What do I do?” Is scribbled on that note to Asra, barely legible. That question… You’re not strong enough to answer it yourself. So you’ve asked him for guidance one last time; you promise it’s the last time…

What do you do?

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How about a request where the main 6 walk in on MC and their familiar/pet(s) wearing matching clothes

It's too cuuuute!! I took some styling liberties here but it can honestly be whatever you want!

MC & Familiar's Wearing Matching Outfits

Asra💜

You're so happy when you find a stall selling matching clothes in different sizes. It took some bribing but you managed to have them sew close the sleeves on a baby shirt..

When they come back from an errand at the market to find Faust slipping into a matching shirt with you, they freeze before dropping whatever is in their hands.

Actually squeals and is tearing up. "You two are so adorable, how did I get so lucky?!" In an instant you are wrapped up in a big hug, giggling and squeezing the heck out of each other.

When they pull away they're almost bouncing as they ask if there is one for them too. Being all matchy is just the sweetest thing he can imagine.

Nadia💖

You'd been looking through Nadia's extensive jewelry collection when Chandra glides in from the window to join you. After nuzzling her head into a few necklaces it turns into almost playing dress up.

You find a matching set of sapphire necklaces and hair charms, clasping you both into them. Suddenly the door opens with a click and you turn to see Nadia.

She stares for a moment as she fights a smile before breaking out into chuckles. "My, my! I didn't know I had such radiant guests waiting for me!"

Her gentle teases continue as you flush while Chandra genuinely looks proud of her self. There are sweet snuggles to follow as this is just what Nadia needed to make her day.

Julian🖤

What started as a late night thought turned into you constructing a tiny bird eye patch. You were just curious what a certain raven would look like with it.

Malak surprising managed to hold still for you as you put it on him. At first he was confused but gave a happy squawk when you showed him the mirror before gliding off. He returned with one of Julian's spare eye patches, instantly.

When he gets home he's confused but not exactly surprised until Malak turns his head and he seeing the tiny patch.

He laughs, wiping his eye. "My dear that's ingenious. I knew you'd look great in an eyepatch but I'll even admit it suites you Malak." For once all you can hear is happy squawks instead of panic.

Muriel💚

You had found an old sweater in a chest at the shop that looked remarkably similar to one you had. The only one you think could fit perfect was Inanna.

The day was chilly and the sweater smelled interesting, so it was easy enough to have her try it. You'd decided to wear the one that matched too and were pleased with how you each looked.

Muriel found you two playing in the leaves and just stood there blushing at first. You ran over to show him, a smile tugging at his lips before cracking into a grin.

"You both.. Look cute, I guess." Like always Muriel won't fully express it but you catch him watching you both fondly when you decide to wear your sweaters together.

Portia🧡

While it was a bit silly, you happened to find buy one get one socks. There happened to be a set of four too small for a toddler that were made as practice. Needless to say you snatched them up.

Just in case Pepi hated it, you waited until Portia was at work. Surprisingly, she loved them! You put on the pair you got to match just as Portia came in the door for lunch.

She stopped in her tracks as Pepi leapt into her arms. Instantly she was sobbing. "Look at your socks!" You walked over and she gasped. "Look at your socks!"

That's when you hold out the other matching pair for her. If she wasn't already sobbing with joy, she sure is now. Through incoherent words you can tell this was a great idea.

Lucio❤️

Mercedes and Melchior refused to leave one of Lucio's cape alone for almost a week much to his dismay. Behind his back you had taken the cape and got a few matching ones made in hopes they would enjoy their own instead.

This worked but a little too well as Camio got jealous and held one hostage until he got his own too. There was nothing to do but oblige, this time getting one for yourself to match as a surprise.

When you were finally able to get everyone settled, you waited for Lucio to come see. Upon entering he had to double take before beaming with pride.

"What a handsome lot. You all look great! Almost as good as me!" He gives you extra kisses and decides you all must get a portrait done together as a little matching family.

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