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morgandoesstuffsig · 7 months
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trigger warnings : relationship doubts, reader is very insecure, that's really it
❧ in which asra alnazar finds out his lover is doubting themselves. ✦ a/n : hehe i loveeeee the arcana ☼ proceed with caution ! if you are uncomfortable with aforementioned topics, please just scroll.
♪ now playing... LOOK DON'T TOUCH by odetari!
you're not sure when or why these thoughts started
maybe a little while back
yet you're sure they weren't because of asra at all
they made them fade in an instant with a mere smile
you loved your partner.
you really did.
you knew they loved you too.
maybe that just made it worse.
that somebody like asra loved somebody like you
you weren't special, you were just.. you.
sure, you had a little bit of magic, but others had it too.
you could barely even use yours! you were practically the definition of weak!
how could they love you?
⊳ ⋆
asra, of course, notices your sudden distance from them.
the way you shy away from his presence and touch.
the way you are far more hesitant to accept his gifts.
the way you shift when he compliments you.
they're awfully observant of... everything
maybe you're just tired?
is something wrong?
catches on really quickly of how you're unsure if you really contribute anything to this relationship
soon their compliments morph into reassurances
they know exactly what to say, oddly enough
but they also know when to back off
after all, sometimes people just need to in silence but with someone, or sometimes people just need to completely alone.
they don't have a problem with that at all!
not unless something dangerous happens and they need to be around you
but it's awfully unlikely
"you're so amazing to me, darling." "you look awfully stunning today, [n/n]!" "i missed you." "you mean a lot to me, y'know hun?" "thanks for just being here, [y/n]." "stay in bed with me for just a bit longer?"
"i love you."
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fieriframes · 4 months
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[Who saw the three Morrígna? Who saw the fates? The night the moon burst into flames. In the light where darkness dwells. I am the story without a name. The dust of empires. The motionless sea. Are there still spirits traveling with me?]
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comparativetarot · 2 months
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Four of Wands. Art by Lindsay Hook, from The Lighted Window Tarot.
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I mean I had my fingers crossed but holy shit....
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We're dragging his bitch ass kicking and screaming into the found family
And I'm once again stuck between pairing MC up with the cute redhead who's way too comfortable sacrificing themself for the greater good and a royal ass who nearly killed said redhead and has also committed multiple war crimes & basically sold his soul for power🫠
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angeledeggs · 7 months
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Can you pls do a HC for the courtiers where their S/o caught some illness and fell into a coma due to it? (Sleeping beauty sorta). Also how would they react after they wake up after a year or two? (:
//How are you doing? Had a nice day so far
This is so creative, yeah, I'll do it! I'm alright. Sorry writing has taken me longer 😭 I'm trying to make it higher quality for y'all to enjoy<33 thank all of yall for the requests!
Valerius🍷:
Oh gods, he's a mess.
He's already kind of a drinker but he DEFINITELY is drinking much more the first few weeks you fall into a coma.
Then he realizes that like, he definitely can't do that, what if you wake up and see him a drunken mess?
But then he realizes that you waking up is an if, and he drinks more.
He only stops when there happens to be a coincidental shortage of all spirits and all of the sort, and everything kind of clicks into place for him.
He has definite faith that you're going to wake up, and barely leaves your side.
He's a politician and as such, has countless meetings and scheduled appearances and things like that.
He ignores every one.
He'll make sure to take care of you in your coma, constantly checking your pulse, you're temperature, your breath. He even pays hundreds of physicians to try and help you, but none can find the answer. So he just stays with you and hopes.
He feels like a creep, always sitting with you, but he knows you're his lover and he'll stay with you for as long as it takes until you wake up.
He has so many dreams of you that when you finally awake, his first thought is he's dreaming. His hands reach out for you, though, instinctively, and when he touches your skin and sees your eyes he knows it's not a dream and bursts into tears immediately.
He'll definitely call your wake a miracle and will choke out prayers for the first time in years as he holds you.
Vlastomil🐛:
Valerius might numb the pain he feels with wine, but Vlastomil doesn't engage in such disgusting alcohol for his body.
The first few weeks he's anxiously jumping everytime he thinks he sees your breath sputter or pause, and is quick to check your breath and heartbeat.
He's desperate, and tries to read every book for anything he can find about your coma. He calls doctors, magicians, curse breakers, everyone, but he cant find anyone to help.
When the first month of your coma happens, he takes up smoking again.
But not just any type of smoking, no. When he was younger he would go for a cigar every now and then, but in the event of your coma he smokes two packs of simply cigarettes, right in a row, and when his chest wheezes, he only feels numb.
He never smokes in your room, he always smokes on the balcony, as he's too afraid that the smoke will hurt you.
After around a week of chain-smoking, he finally just quits. There's no point, as it barely calms him down. But he still shakes for cigarettes, for your awakening, so he drinks cup after cup of tea.
He finds it hard just to make one cup, when he's become so accustomed to making two.
You awake as his tea water is boiling, but he hears the slightest shift from your room and runs in so quickly that he knocks the pot clean off the stove.
He bursts into immediate, relieved tears when he sees you're finally awake, and embraces you as he falls to his knees, unable to even get out how he missed you so.
Valdemar💉:
They don't need anyone else's help.
You're the love of their life, they will be the one to care for you. They needn't any other doctor, any other magician, any of their assistants, nothing.
They practically dote on you, wait on you as if it is their life's duty. And as far as they're concerned, it is now, because they have abandoned their work and left it to collect dust in the dungeons.
They even leave their beloved beetles to Julian to take care of, for the are bugs and their pride and joy, yes, but you are the one person that softens them, their beloved, someone who they are certain is their soulmate.
They grow frustrated after months and months. They're a doctor, a scientist, a genius, dammit, and they can't figure out what's wrong.
They consider making another deal for your consciousness. But no. They will not sacrifice what's left of them another time. They will not rope you into their own mistakes. They will not give the devil what he wants.
They're transformed in the months of your coma. Their bandages are either dreadfully tight or messily loose, no in between, and their already gaunt body has turned thinner with the stress.
They are in a state of always checking your pulse, always stroking your hair, always whispering to the sun and moon their love for you, their pleas for you to return.
They move you often from not just laying but sitting positions so that when you awake you have no aches. For you will wake up. You will wake up or they will go with you.
And when you finally wake up, they can barely even speak. They can't speak. You have taken their work, their motivation, their remaining care for the beetles. They simply can't do it without you. And they drop to their knees in front of you, reaching for the pulse on your wrist, to feel it.
They feel a steady beat, rather than the slow, sleepy one that had plagued you in your coma. And they slump in relief, smile, kiss you with their mask on in their rush. You're back.
Volta🍰:
She just thinks you're really tired, at first. Then you're sleeping two days in a row and she is quite worried. She thinks you might be drunk or injured, but the alcohol cabinet is the way she left it and your body is relaxed with that of sleep, not slow death.
She's of course, an anxious mess. Usually, she simply cries when stressed, but she finds herself so worried that her tears turn into yelling. She screams at every doctor that doesn't know what to do with you until soon no more doctors will come and assess the situation.
She's so worried for you, that you'll die, and for a few days she ends up sleeping next to you, sobbing softly and praying to whoever will listen that she wants you to be fine when she wakes up. And after a few days she knows it's pointless.
She does her best to keep you comfortable, always adjusting your blankets to make sure your temperature is fine, carefully brushing your hair, trying to rouse you by lighting the incense.
She also tries to keep calm. She feels as though she is a doll that is splitting at the seams, and so she tries to engage in her hobby of baking, but when she finally finishes a cake and realizes you won't see it she collapses in the kitchen in grief.
She tries other hobbies.
Sewing is the only one she can handle, as she can be in the same room with you and sew you things for when you wake up. If you wake up. When you wake up.
She falls asleep with her needle and thread in her hand countless times and one day when she wakes, you're rubbing your eyes and sitting up.
Volta finds herself frozen for a long moment. Then she leaps over to you, wraps her arms around your shoulders and finally, she can cry and hold you with relief.
Vulgora⚔️:
They're usually very angry.
Usually.
But when they realize you're not sleeping, you're in a coma, they find themself a sudden, broken shell of their warrior spirit.
They try to reason with themself. They have won countless wars. They have killed thousands. They have seen countries rise and fall, and will continue to. But seeing you like this has made them weak.
You are their only weakness, and as such, they protect you with their life. Nobody hears of you or them, and they are constantly by your side, brushing back your hair and feeling for your heartbeat.
They rarely leave your side and as such, lose weight from how little they eat, in fear of leaving you and coming back to you hurt or.. Worse.
Their muscles are in a constant state of tense or shaking, and they find their strength has somehow left with your beautiful laugh and eyes. When they try to grab their sword, they crumble beneath their own very weapon that has slain all who faced them.
When you awake though, they suddenly stop shaking. Their muscles are hard with shock. And then they relax. And they collapse next to you, reach out for you, sighing of how relieved they are to see you awake, finally.
PS GUYS OH MY GOD I THINK THIS MIGHT JUST BE ONE OF MY BEST WORKS I WASNT EVEN PLANNING TO RIGHT TODAY THIS ALL JUST HAPPENED LIKE OH MY GOD??? I GOT POSSESSED BY THE WRITERS BEFORE ME???? OH MY GOD YIPPEE
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hammerbonk · 5 months
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In wip hell rn
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lordedlady · 24 days
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lets give it up for julians LIGHTING!!
old me used to main him, but now that i'm shamefully a lucio main, i came to the terms that i just REALLY fucking like julian's lighting scenario's lol
the teal and orange ARGH!!
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prodigyduck · 1 month
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Continuing with the Transformers Contact Builds, here is another NPC from my current campaign: Brainstorm!
This is unofficial, fan-made content using the #Transformers #Essence20 #rpg by Renegade Games Renegade Game Studios
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kaetor · 10 months
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wanted to draw some of my favorite shades of magic characters as tarot cards i thought fit them; here's alucard as the moon
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devoraqs · 4 months
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… Alexander didn’t even have time to turn around before his magic lashed out, sharp and cracking like a whip. The dim lamps suddenly flared hot blue-white, casting the tiny room in harsh light. In his periphery he could see a tall, imposing shadow stalk towards him, cloaked in a large coat and face obscured by a beaked mask with glassy red eyes. He barely had to move, a single tensing of muscles and an empty glass jar flew from the shelf, striking the intruder square in the head. It hit true with a sharp smash and clatter, and the lamps immediately extinguished. The room was plunged into near pitch darkness, the intruder stumbled to the floor with a dull thud. The tang of smoke cloyed Alexander’s lungs, and he felt lightheaded. As he righted himself and let his eyes adjust, the lamps flickering weakly back to life as he did, he realised he recognised the voice. It was one he hadn’t heard in three years, from a man he’d used to know. The bolt of panic he had felt initially immediately boiled into anger as white hot as the flames he’d conjured. The man was stirring, the mask knocked off his face to reveal a long pale face, a shapely mouth and aquiline nose, and a mop of curling auburn hair. Scarlet blood was streaked across his forehead, the jar was in pieces beside him. No doubt about it, Alexander knew this man.
Two strides, and Alexander yanked the man up roughly by the collar and slammed him heavily against the back wall, pressing them nose to nose, feeling the cool puffs of the other man’s breath scattering on his skin. A steel grey eye met Alexander’s own, stern and challenging. Alexander’s voice was low, a growl that rasped deep in his throat,
“Get out.”
Alexander’s heart was pounding in his ears, and had he not balled his fists into the man’s coat his hands would have been trembling. And then, alarmingly, the backs of his eyes were burning, the sharpness of hot salt biting at him. His breath hitched and he swallowed hard, quashing it down; he could not cry, he would not let this man see him cry, he would not let this man be the cause of his tears.
- excerpt from my as yet untitled rewrite, ch 1
Or: tfw your sort of ex breaks into your other sort of ex's house after disappearing for three years with no goodbye and you’re not sure whether you want to smack him, kiss him, cry, or all three. I wrote this scene and apparently liked it so much it’s been in my head ever since.
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Because Alexander originally had red hair and I can’t let it go oops
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kitsu-stimmy · 5 months
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🔮 ☕ 🔮 | 🌸 🐍 🌸 | 🔮 ☕ 🔮
Faust! The Arcana
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fieriframes · 6 months
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[Gruesome hours go by. The caldron simmers, the bones rattle. You hide in the darkness. I hide in the waning light. As the light fades, so do I.]
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comparativetarot · 2 months
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The Magician. Art by Lindsay Hook, from The Lighted Window Tarot.
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tautittology · 1 month
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The High Priestess
crochet-embroidery-collage
Other tarot things : The Fool - The Magician
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nebbyy · 30 days
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Hello everyone, new writer here!!
I have some writing ideas in mind but I thought it'd be wiser to start off by writing what you guys want to read first then I might elaborate the projects I already have in mind.
GENERAL INFOS:
Except for headcanons, most of my fics will be inspired by paintings and songs, which I will put either as a pic or link to the song into the post :))
English isn't my first language so please be kind with me if I make any mistakes (which will happen for sure)
I probably won't write for a male!reader, not because I'm against the idea but simply because I've never done it before and I fear it wouldn't come out as good as with a female or non-binary reader. That being said, I still might try it out in the future if it's something that many of you want
Keep in mind that I'm still studying so I might not be always able to post the same day someone sends a request, but I'll try to write my fics in no more than 3 days after the commission
If any fic I write contains spoilers from the book/series/movie THERE WILL BE A WARNING so that I don't ruin anything to anyone🤗
FANDOMS I WRITE FOR:
The Arcana
Kingdom of Heaven
Percy Jackson and the Olympians
Heroes of Olympus
Trials of Apollo
Attack on Titan
Death Note
Avatar the Last Airbender
Lord of the Rings
Avatar (the one with hot blue aliens)
If you want fics from other fandoms you can still ask me and I'll do some research on it so that I can make something, but it will take more time ofc
THINGS I WON'T DO (smut related):
Anything revolving a lack of consent, so no noncon, dubcon, cnc,...
Pedophilia and zoophilia (ew)
Any naughty actions related to any sort of bodily discharge (period excluded)
Any butt stuff related activities, no shame in who likes it at all but it's something that I just don't like personally and wouldn't be comfortable writing
NO INCEST (stepcest is on thin ice)
I think that is all you guys need to know for now, once I'll get enough fics done I'll add the masterlist in this post too so you guys can see if my writing is of your liking.
Byeeee hope I'll see you in the requests!!!!
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spotlightstudios · 8 months
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Separate post cuz the other one was getting long, but it's almost done!
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