#the arcana comic dub

[ceragondubs]

Playlist for our The Arcana (reboot) fandub! I’d like to wrap up and finish the dub that we started all those years ago, so we should hopefully finish before the end of this year ^^

This reboot has been in the works for a couple of years now, and will feature an entirely new cast from the actors who first helped us start our original dub! We are so excited to get started on this dub once again and finish it, and we hope you all enjoy our new cast as much as we do! (The original actors can no longer voice act due to personal circumstances or no longer have an interest acting as a whole). This playlist will also contain our ongoing recast casting call for Nadia, Asra, and Lucio!

#the arcana portia #portia #portia devorak #portia the arcana #the arcana muriel #muriel #fandub #fandubs #ceragon dubs #otome game #voice acting #otome games #voice over #otome #dorian #nix hydra #the arcana

[thetalkingwave]

I got a message on reddit the other day following another warmup comic I had posted onto an anime subreddit. To paraphrase his question "Why the hell do you ship Hol Horse and Applejack?" I had a short and sweet answer in "Opposites Attract" but I decided to instead edit an essay I'd written prior. So here it is, the updated version of the Holjack essay! Episode citations weren't included in the original response, but those will be in [green text brackets], while any outside remarks will be in [normal text brackets.]

I've been shipping it for years now as I immensely love both series, but it initially started as a light musing gag: "What if a cowboy fell in love with a cowpony?"

Hol Horse stuck out in my mind because on the surface they're polar opposites: Applejack is brave, honest and hardworking while Hol Horse is cowardly, dishonest and lazy. But when I went to dig in further...

There's the question of his Stand, the Emperor, based off the Major Arcana. Upright, it represents paternal leadership. Reversed, it represents instability and stubbornness; what he first appears to be, having a strong philosophy in being #2 and refusing to fight without a partner otherwise. [The Hanged Man, Part 1 and 2]

He almost joined the Crusaders twice but relented due to his overwhelming fear of DIO. [Justice, Part 2]

But it's around the fight where he partners up with Boingo, where we see more of the gentler side behind the jerk facade. [Hol Horse and Boingo Part 1] He makes sure Boingo is near him at all times, gave him a coin purse in case got lost, and a cute little detail noticed upon re-watches: Hol Horse never says any swear word stronger than "damn" or "hell" around him. And this particular detail was noticeably adapted from the manga in official translations.

On that note, Boingo isn't shy (through Thoth's interference) about letting Hol Horse know he's not all too keen on him.

And yet, despite the circumstances he was under, he never used the word "Hate"; It's a stronger word for a child. ("He's mean and a jerk!" subbed, "He's mean, and I don't like him!" dubbed).

Counting Crazy Diamond's Demonic Heartbreak/the Hol Horse Josuke spin off, Hol Horse ran away with Boingo from the hospital without another thought during the final battle. [Crazy Diamond's Demonic Heartbreak, Chapter 10]

[Assuming you don't have as much knowledge on MLP... ]

Applejack is part of the Elements of Harmony, representing Honesty. She values it greatly, though it could be argued she values her family more.

Early on in the series, when given the opportunity to attend a gala, she sees it more as a means to earn more money for her family as a food vendor than attending as a guest. [Season One; The Ticket Master, Best Night Ever]

Holding responsibilities in the highest regard, near the point where it hurts her at times [Season One; AppleBuck Season] it takes a lot of coaxing to get her to even accept the smallest bit of help, given her stubbornness. [Season Two; The Last Roundup]

This became less of an issue for her in later seasons, but her stubbornness remained a prominent part of her character. [Season Four; Bats] In her little sister Applebloom's words: "Applejack keeps us all organized and does her part on top of that!" [Season Four; Pinkie Apple Pie]

After her parents died at a young age, the farm became most of her world. She keeps a wary eye for the sake of her friends, but there comes a point where her friends helped streamline her chores due to her living in the routine that there was something wrong in them. (I.E the gate still being squeaky and scaring the pigs, although neither had been the case for a while.) [Season Six; Applejack's Day Off]

Her grandma's getting older, her brother is a selective mute, and she knows how much ambition her little sister has in terms of finding her own destiny. She had no other choice.

It's even noted by Pinkie Pie that she has a tendency to bottle emotions/ "crying on the inside." [Season 5; Tanks for the Memories] the only notable one that flares out being anger.

I feel as though they would compliment each other nicely in terms of growth- Hol Horse softens up a bit on being a tryhard to compensate for his lack of self confidence and Applejack shoulders less responsibility without guilt and accepts doing more for herself. Both coming to terms with how they'd been hurt and supporting each other in healing. Oki dokes got to better articulate why I love em so much, take some panels from Part 1 of my most recent comic, a panel from the warm-up comic and a little doodle~

#applejack #hol horse #crossover shipping #mlp #jjba #holjack #the wave's text #(and) #wavie's art #long post

[hazelolive]

It's been a small bit but I have another comic dub done this one Is really funny and by @aaliyah-draws

#the arcana #julian #julian denvorak #illya #illya denvorak #valery #mc #aailiyah-draws #the arcana comic dub

[whydidiclickthis]

+VOICES OF THE DAY+

Nadia/MC : Lady Callian - https://www.youtube.com/user/animelover1400

+Comic Artist+

The artwork for this video today is by: https://aaliyah-draws.tumblr.com @aaliyah-draws​

+Music+

Music is by: Miri's magic dance - Kevian Mcloed

+Video version+

#The Arcana #Julian #julian devorak #Nadia #MC #comic dub #voice #voice acting #comic #audio #video #aaliyah-draws

[zs-art]

Comic Art & MC --> @jansendraws 

Voices & video editing --> zelig-shaine (~me~) 

#The Arcana Game #comic dub #video #voice dub #quaestor valdemar #the arcana valdemar

[waluigis-837th-testicle]

About Me/FAQ.

greetings, nieces, nephews, and family pet rocks.

my name is Soap and this is my writing blog.

i post headcanons, fanfic, drabbles, playlists, and other fun stuff.  in addition to my own writing, i reblog content like writing advice, prompts, and tropes in fiction to watch out for. (you’ll also see a lot of fan art!)

I’m trying to get back into writing for the fun of it and I thought making a blog would be a nice outlet. for now, I’m gonna keep this to fandom related content, but I may eventually write about my original content, if you guys would be interested in that :^)

I self-ship, but I’m chill about it.  If you wanna bypass my key-smashing, blacklist #soapy self-ships.  

What I Write for Consistently (will be updated):

The Arcana

Penny Dreadful

DC Comics (specifically the Batfam)

Bojack Horseman

i write snippets of content for a lot of other fandoms as well so stay tuned:)

What Content I Write (free of charge):

headcanons 

drabbles / stream of consciousness stuff 

A n g s t :)

platonic relationships 

hurt & comfort

light amounts of gore (eg. references to wounds, descriptions of fights, mentions of blood)

shit posts B^)

lime (e.g. making out, groping, slightly sexual activities but nothing super explicit) 

What I Write (for coin):

match-ups 

personalized letters from a character of your choice

explicit NSFW

monster p*rn / romance, I can give you a match up or you can ask me to write specifically about a character as a monster

drabbles/short fics of you and your fave 

drabbles/short fics w/ romantic ships. (I’m not super into shipping characters outside of platonic contexts, but I’m willing to write about romantic ships if you have some $$ to spare)

Pricing:

Drabbles (or anything under 300 words): $3

500 words: $6

1,000 words: $10

1,500 words: $16

Playlist - 5 songs: $4

Playlist - 10 songs: $8

Match-up: $10

Match-up w/ short playlist - $12

What I Don’t Write (w/ or w/out payment):

explicit/heavy gore

anything relating to pregnancy/childbirth

A/B/O

dub-con/rape

Tags I Use (Trigger Edition)

cw sex mention

cw sexual humor

cw gore

cw ww2

cw blood

cw injury

cw body horror

cw eye strain

cw death mention

cw alcohol

cw smoking

Note: If I get an ask that makes me uncomfortable, I reserve the right to not write anything for it. I will try to tag any potentially triggering content.  Please let me know if there are things you would like tagged.

#the arcana #writing blog #fandom #new writeblr #new writer #arcana #the arcana game #arcana imagines #anime imagines #monster fucker #exophilia #monster boyfriend #imagine your favorite character #monster s/o #monster romance #commisions #match ups #anime match ups #arcana matchups #penny dreadful #penny dreadful headcanons #dc comics #batfamily #One Piece headcanons #anime headcanons #self shipping

[aaliyah-draws]

Hello! My name is Dani Dee and I have a YouTube channel where I do comic dubs of The Arcana comics! I was hoping to get your permission to dub over some of your lovely comics c: I would provide credit and link any of your socials in the description, of course. I would love to do this, but if you do not wish for me to, then I won't. Thank you for your time and consideration!

OHMYGOD!!!! THIS SOME AMAZING NEWS FOR ME TO HEAR!! I will gladly give you permission to dub my comics!! That would be a big honor and dream come true of mine! Although i would like to ask which one you’ll dub because this is 3 old comics of mine that I don’t want to be dubbed yet. I want to redraw it because I now have access to digital art lol 😂 Overall I will be thrilled with you dubbing my work!

#asks #y’all i’m crying #this is everything #i’m so happy

[bichobolitach]

HEY EVERYONE. CHECK OUT THIS AMAZING DUB @hazelolive and @rarzrevenge1 DID OF MY LIL COMIC IT TURNED OUT AMAZING THANKS U BOTH SO MUCH I l o v e

#the arcana game #the arcana #the arcana asra #fan apprentice #fandub

[amazing-imagines]

New imagine blogs for the LGBT+ community

Fandoms:

Angels of death

Alice madness returns

Bayonetta

Batim

Child’s play

Don’t starve

Dream daddy

Don’t hug me I’m scared

Doki doki literature club

Duck tales

Disney animated movies

Dreaming Mary

Hello Charolette

Huniepop (mostly to make up for the shit the devs are doing)

Ib

Into the spiderverse

Netflix Castlevaina

Monster prom

Monster high

Mad Father

Overwatch

Portal

Pokémon (mostly sword and shield)

Gravity falls

Red haze

Scott pilgrim (mostly on comic lore)

Smile 4 me

Star vs.

Steven universe

Super smash brothers

Skullgirls

Total drama

Tangled the series

The arcana

Undertale

Vocaloid

Yandere simulator

Your turn to die

Xiaolin showdown

Witch's House

(Post will be edited when I think of more)

Rules:

I won’t do romantic with a younger charather unless you and or a character are same age

Will do nsfw for characters who are 18+

No underage nsfw

I kinda will prioritize lgbt+ stuff over straight/cis things,mostly because we need content

No maps,Terfs,nazis,truscrum,transmed, anti-lgbt+ Ageplay/Ddlg blogs

No character death

No dub con or non con/rape

No erasing canon identities (ie Zoe being a trans girl, etc)

Until a add a fandom on the list I will not be doing it you can suggest a fandom to see if I’ve seen it but I will not do it unless it’s on here

I will NOT at all do real life people. No you tubers,no viners,no Kpop or Jpop,none of it.

I will do yanderes but not anything to aggressive or violent to the s/o,espically not mind breaking.

-Mod Dolly

#imagines #imagines blog #yandere simulator #yandere #angels of death #bayonetta #supersmashbrothers #total drama #dont starve #overwatch #hello charlotte #disney #batim #bendy and the ink machine #castlevania #xiaolin showdown #xiaolin chronicles #monster prom #monster high #huniepop #huniecam studio #ducktales #undertale #doki doki literture club #ddlc #steven universe #skullgirls #into the spider verse #rpg horror #vocaloid

[gdrawsthings]

Hey friendo I know someone probably already asked but out of curiosity and possibly cosplay shenanigans what do your apprentices sound like? What are their accents? Vocal ranges? Singing voices? (Also asking for maybe comic dubs)

I’m not freaking out because of this ask. I’m not freaking out because of this ask. I’m not fr-OMG THIS ASK MAKES ME SO HAPPY

This has only been asked once and it was just HC voices for Valdemar, Julian and Vicky back when I still only really had her, so yeah I guess it was about time I did a bigger version with her and all my new OCs.

Vicky:

She sounds very similar to Kimiko Glenn

She always articulates her words properly. She likes to be clean and precise when she explains things but her cadence is still very colorful and lively

She sounds like a friend!!

She may have a bit of an accent, but it only shows rarely when she pronounces her Rs. Hers are a bit more rolled than in the English language, but it’s hardly noticeable

Here you can hear her both singing and “talking”

This is the closest approximation of Vicky’s voice I can find

Diantho

Their voice isn’t breathy; it could be compared to the ringing of little bells

It’s similar to the voice of Lilla Crawford in Into the Woods, but higher and younger sounding

Neville

When he talks, he sounds like Peter Pears

His accent is pretty much the same as his

When he sings, he sounds similar to Pavarotti

He has the same vocal range as his and I chose an italian voice because a good opera singer needs to have no accent whatsoever when he sings

So if he were to live in the real world, he definitely would sing Italian opera sometimes

Italy doesn’t really “exist” in the Arcana universe per se, but, if it did I like to think Neville would be so passionate about his job that he would have absolutely no accent of his when singing

Arwa

She sounds like Lisa Edelstein!

Especially like Lisa Edelstein in her role as Kya in TLOK like in that link I put there

Keith

Liam Neeson when he’s quiet and angry

Not as nasal sounding as sometimes Liam Neeson is but

Pretty much same timbre

Edith (WTNC but I thought I’d add her as well)

She is usually quiet and doesn’t like to raise her voice

She sounds pretty much like Zelda Williams

When talking about work, she sounds very professional. She never says unnecessary words and doesn’t use speech fillers like “uhm”, “ah”, etc.

When she needs to comfort someone or simply when she’s with friends, she doesn’t sound as robotic as when she’s in her “work” mindset, and the breathy factor in her voice makes her sound extra soft

#ask #fan apprentice #fan hunter #Victoria #diantho #Neville #Arwa #Keith #Edith

[ceragondubs]

Daniel "Dralen" Hamel will be playing as our Muriel in our The Arcana fandub(comics, fanfics, and heart hunter/postcards only).

We are also accepting fanfic submissions and comic submissions for The Arcana and Genshin Impact, so if you're interested all info can be found here:

#the arcana #muriel #the arcana muriel #ceragon dubs #ceragondubs #ceragon #otome boys #otome games #otome #english otome #otome game #otome romance #otome guys #fandub #fan project #fan video #fan made #fandom #fan cast #anime guy #anime boy #anime boys #anime dub #voice acting #voice over #voiceover #dorian #the arcana game #nix hydra

[alchemisland]

The Moors Mutt - I

Part II coming on Tuesday!

I. Old Stone

The beast I knew only in folkloric snippets. Hedge whispers perverting history to arcana through time immemorial. Perhaps too I had known it in nightmares, shapeless until named, becoming then familiar as a bedchamber.

It was grim autumn when that fateful letter arrived, setting in motion a chain of events both strange and unlikely. In retrospect, that a series of vignettes so bizarre could start with the simple act of a posted letter seemed comical.

The letter landed with a thud, dubbing me sole executor of the late Lady Renton Sizemore's last will, a grim charge requiring a trip to her wicked home, listed in the Briarscombe country house register as the third most bloodstained holding in England.

Dislike isn't the word. Lady Sizemore and I got on famously when last we spoke, thirty years ago. I wasn't the doting schoolboy turned dribbling manchild spending Saturday nights at bingo. Neither was she the elderly relation procuring coins from behind ears to the delight of the youngers.

We were not eachother's keeper. Why I was suddenly favoured for this sensitive task that required more mental finesse than anyone in the family gave me credit for out loud, puzzled me greatly. Somebody must have annoyed her at one of her events. Sandwich gala on the Pringle Estate destroyed by careless nephew's untucked shirt. In true family style, whatever infuriated her she took to the grave.

Once the money was apportioned, I was to ensure no stone went unturned, apt phrasing given its namesake. Cairn Cottage stood oppressively atop the mound some two hundred winters, a plundered megalith shielding against the bracing gales.

Up there the flowers bloomed blighted, grass grew sideways and only the sturdiest roots survived. Without the megalith's girth, perhaps those winds might have toppled the twisted demesne, but she held firm now as old.

Mystics, druids and spiritualists alike extolled the house's phantasmic virtues. Fringe groups scrambled to reserve exclusive use of the land for Candlemas ceremonies. Lady Sizemore didn't care, provided she was soundly remunerated.

Rumours abounded of hauntings, anomalies occurring on the land by midnight's trickery.

Upon receipt of instruction, I spurred my carriage toward Cairn Cottage, the house in whose shadow no local walked without rosaries.

Although my visit was primarily administrative, there was another matter pertinent to my interests. One muttering which above all others inspired fear. A cautionary tale warning children from the grounds by night. And sometimes, on cold and lonely nights, a brave man wandering alone might see fit to take the longer road home.

Worse than druids, they said a beast lived on the Moor. A hulking creature, whose snarling teeth bared in fullness of dark glowed like spears of starlight, whose stark brightness was dulled only by the gleaming viscera of previous engagements clinging in ragged flaps.

However the rumour started, it long sprouted legs of its own, more exciting with each recounting.

No smoke without fire. I intended to find the single primal ember, the lone truthful element, stripped of frill and frock, fancy and folly, bereft of myth, or loyalty to tradition. Was there something in the fields by night? Was it dangerous?

First came Sperrin, a grizzly hamlet outside the estate's confines. For a penny, a local lad promised to find a suitable nook for the trap. I visited the sole watering hole, a squalid cellar named Lar's. The tavern itself was not charmless, offering average vintage for below average prices, warmth, music, rustic flattery and inimitably, whispers of the beast.

The tavern's proprietor Lar was a man out of time. With his arms folded across his simian chest and those big lugs like trophy handles either side of his substantial forehead, he could have easily passed for a saxon chieftain. He stood astride the bar against a backdrop of coloured bottles. Immediately upon entering his eyes set upon me with great intensity. Unlike the merry keep of fireside tales, he offered no warmth in greeting. That you were found fit to sit his barstool was kindness enough.

Inebriates remained nursing drams, glowering at their respective lecterns. Occasionally I'd catch one staring at me, then turn away as I waved. After a while sitting and sipping, making a game of catching their nosy glances, I signalled Lar's attention. 'This is probably going to sound strange. Probably because it is. Hear me out though. Have you ever heard or seen anything strange out on the moor?'

Widened like an owl, Lar's right eye scanned me once, twice, three times before he moved a muscle. 'Have in fact. Not now though. Too many around. Later.' His lips barely moved. I tipped my nose.

Nearer closing, he poured a cup and sat, remaining on the business side of the bar.

'The beast, you say?' He leaned in close, one eyebrow raised, its shape the arching rod of a hooked line. 'I could tell you a thing or two about the beast alright.'

'Prithee speak, my curiosity is burning. I won't rest a wink until it's satiated. Tourist talk aside, do you believe, as men do God, a beast prowls these forests?' I inched forward, as if by closer proximity, the truths would be truer.

'Regular Theseus, eh? Monster hunters, we have had plenty. Lovers of darkness too. Students of forbidden arts. All are served here. Kings and paupers alike. Did you come all this way to hear me say that?' Lar spoke with great confidence. The manner of his prattling meant the tales he told were true, or this was practiced.

'No.' I replied, 'I have business in the cottage. My heart though, she belongs to this creature. I am not a quack, nor a holder of séances. I am not a man of low learning on the hunt for falsehoods. I am a lover of stories. Pray, continue your captivating narrative.'

He continued, 'Let it be said I was coaxed. You wanted this.'

In this ominous portent he let slip a mask of deft craft. There was artifice in his smile, a cheshire grin that touched either cheekbone. A whispered suggestion of hidden intent.

Everything made sense. Was I seeing clearly? More than ever. I saw his ruse; city boy down for the day, take him for a ride, tell him the usual stories. A pal of his will burst in at just the right time, scare me half to death, then they'll take me to the supposed hot-spot for the low price of everything I've got. Lar took me for a lettuce. Something in his warning tipped me. A little over-arch. If his performance was not theatre, then Shakespeare never wrote.

Doubtless once finished, Lar would proffer some overpriced talisman no fellwalker could risk refusing.

'Enough pussyfooting. Spill it. I'll need all the advice I can get.' Like a drill tip, I pressed my index finger into the bar.

'No matter what image I conjure in your mind's eye, the beast is yet more ferocious and terrible in the flesh. It's the great unreality of it.' He tapped his forehead. 'Your mind doubts what it's seeing, unable to comprehend its stimulus. Brave men are made mice in its shadow.'

'What evidence have you of such a creature?' I asked, draining my tankard. He did the same, then wiped the amber residue on the back of his hand. He looked me over once, as if to ask who I was to question. I returned a withering gaze, maneuvering my features to convey a similar message. For a moment the air felt charged with kinetic possibility. As when two pugilists circle to begin a contest, lead hands pawing. Neither of us wished to be responsible for qualms.

He broke the armistice. 'Evidence? If you didn't think it weren't here, you wouldn't have come. If you believed in your heart this week you'd be contending with a monster, you'd have stayed at home in your jams.'

'Nonsense, man! You forget I am summoned, not here of my own volition.'

'We, each of us, tell ourselves sweet little lies to justify how our limited time is spent. I have a right mind to think if the lady yet lived, you and I might still have met. On a yawning stretch such as this, arriving as you have: alone and curious. If there's one thing I can't respect, it's a self hating believer. Swanning around with all the cynicism of a non-believer, clad in the robes of an adherent, so that when the hobby is proved spurious you can point to your skepticism. You'd be first to the papers tomorrow if scientists verified the beast's existence, how you had journeyed and studied on your own dime to further the science.' Lar pursed his lips, knowing he'd cut me to the quick, vanished was his earlier reticence.

I hated how right he was. I was exactly this sort. Insulting people who believed the same things as me. First to refuse to enter a haunted house for fear a demon might take my soul.

I'd never concede his point though. I riposted, 'Few are more loathed than the opinionated barman. You speak much too readily. Do so again, I'll see your manners are checked for the next weary traveler willing to pay good coin.'

Lar's eyes lit, bulging with imagined riches. 'Let me fill your drink, sir. I meant no offence. We speak freely here. Manners soften. Soon one finds truths cannot be digested unperfumed. Here in the wilds, it's a duty to voice quarrel. Far from crown and court, unaired anger festers.' Lar gladly dispensed his pearls of rural wisdom as if they were sweets from a bulging striped bag.

'Really, man. Every idea can be made ridiculous if extrapolated to that degree. Manners take the edge off. I'm not offended by your candor. I intend to find the creature, if such exists. Have you no doubt about that.' I watched him pull another drink.

The returned tankard was too full to raise without spilling. I slurped loudly, head bowed. Like a pulled plug, half the liquid gone in a single gulp.

'What evidence is sufficient? Look around you.' Lar held aloft his hands, urging me toward his empty business, still cast in a sickly light from the last flickering sentinels.

He pointed toward the empty seats. A single patron remained hidden in the shadows. A local by his boots.

'We did a roaring trade before that bloody woman inherited the place. Once she came, the trade died. When I was a lad, that land was free to roam. No walls. She had them built to spite us. Worse rumours too and all, that she built those walls to house it.'

'It?' I asked

'It. The beast.' Lar's voice lowered to a whisper. 'A cage for a pet beyond control. That's your sort all over. Dabbling where you shouldn't.'

'Her sort.' I corrected, 'I'm not aristocratic. You're a presumptuous sort, you know.'

'Believe you're not the first to say. Her sort, whatever pleases. I don't subscribe to this theory. Me personally, I think it came from hell. One thing's for certain, it got worse when they shifted the cairn.'

'You say you have seen it?' Part of me thought I was the one stringing him along, but another more gullible me firmly believed, or wanted to believe, that he had seen something. Hoping not to seem needy, I drew myself close to him, the bar still between us, 'With your own eyes if you saw it, you must swear it now. Did you see it as I see you now, or as one sees the distant stars and erroneously assumes knowledge.'

'As I stand before you.' Lar gestured to his stained apron, which he then removed and hung on a hook overhead. He nodded to the barfly, who stumbled from his seat and shot the bolt across the lock, an angry black mechanism like a bas-relief, which clanked against the timber as he let it fall. 'That's Fergus.'

Fergus lurched over. One leg trailed behind him. I couldn't help imagining him as a gothic manservant, dragging corpses to the laboratory in pursuit of higher knowledge. He came to stand beside me. There were giants on the earth is those days. Though our eyes observed the same setpieces, his countenance betrayed little comprehension. He had the chiseled jaw of a marble bust in profile, but his mouth hung open permanently, moist lips pursed like a fish.

He placed an enormous hand on my shoulder. Such space was permitted between his splayed fingers that ten legions abreast might find passage unmolested. His knuckles protruded unnaturally, evidence of labour, something harder than masonry or smithcraft. Mayhaps soldiering overseas.

I stared at his hand. He never looked at me. I coughed, first mannerly, then more harshly, thinking to approach cautiously lest my assumption prove provident, that he had lost his sound during foreign campaigns, of whose spoils we all were beneficiaries.

'Don't mind him.' Lar said. He spoke softly in the presence of his friend, observing his movements closely, ready to interject with a steadying hand or a warning to the cruelly curious. I wondered were they brothers. They bore little resemblance, though stranger things I had heard. Lar took Fergus' wrist and pressed gently, disturbing the folds of his motheaten jacket. They shared a moment I could but observe, radiating warmth and glad tidings in a wordless wave.

'I mean not to speak boldly, and lash me with spite if I transgress overmuch, but I must know or I should forever wonder, are you kin?'

Fergus shared Lar's laugh with the same look of bemused ignorance.

'You hear that? Fancy man reckons we're brothers. Probly thinks we're all related down this end, and not in a godly way.' Lar laughed, a viking bellow.

Lar released his grip and the folds of Fergus' sleeve righted themselves. He spoke several octaves lower, miming offence at my observation. I started to explain I intended no hidden subtext, but Lar waved to indicate all was taken as delivered.

'We are not brothers. Close friends. Known Fergus here forever.' He gently tapped the giant's hand, slapped on the bar like some enormous muddy bird print. 'Used to be a keen cookie too, once upon a forever ago. Loved languages, Welsh mostly. Pugilism he loved more. One passion consumed the other. Anything burning so intensely inevitably cannibalises itself. Took one knock too many, stole his wits in an instant. A left hook across the bar sent him erstwhile. Twenty five minutes he was on the shores of night, learning the landscape of the dreamworlds, while we fanned his rigid form, wet his brow and whispered familiar names in his ear. When at last he woke a part of him was left forever in that place. I like to think, boyishly perhaps, it awaits him upon leaving this plain of lousy strife, like the belongings awaiting a homeward jailbird. The cloak of a lost lifetime. Not for him. He'll slide right into it, fit like a tailored piece, and all of eternity to speak. Not here though.'

Tears welled in his eyes. I took the reins, 'Think nothing of your emotions, man. We each have them. Doubtless I will shed a tear up in the old witch's place. Another life awaits, that much is sure. Grander than this. I'm sure he made, and makes, a fine man. Built like a gladiator. I am sorry to have dredged unpleasantness. I meant only to satisfy my own selfish curiosity. Forgive me. Please, continue.'

'I will at that.'

'It were one night, three years ago. Ferg was there. We'd been called out on account of strange noises near the workers' cottage. They wouldn't work until the evil was killed or driven away. We came down from the high road proper and saw it between the trees ahead. Like a horse it stood, with clumsy stilts supporting an ursine bulk that swayed as it shambled. It drank shadows to conceal its dread presence. Blackness it took for robe. In walking its front paws propelled its cumbersome form, while the rear set, less lengthy, dredged channels in the dirt. In motion it arched to reveal a belly spun of lighter felt, ashen in the scant moonlight. Bundled, it became an orb of shadow, nothingness.'

'Unbeknownst we watched it watching, green eyes like blazing protostars probing for movement. Well it knew to choose this site, one of only two wells being located nearby. In a flash then it was gone, satin-shoed away into the night.'

The tale Lar knew was a scorcher paused. He beamed, an actor awaiting applause. I gathered my jaw from the floor, brushed it and set it back properly.

Each word drew me closer, which Fergus mirrored, until we three sat as witches about the bubbling lip of their cauldron, a coven of pallid specters.

Lar paused to sip and nodded we join.

I wondered had my hobby, in a blink, become too dangerous to justify. It was well telling my employers of ghost hunts, but a wild beast - my insurance wouldn't have it! If it turns out some menagerie escapee, what then was it? Quest for wonder or recklesss folly? Weiss, Wellie and Wardun insurance, even in their most obscure policies, don't pay out for fools. That's why I chose them!

Lar went on, a fresh cigarette painting the air blue in his articulation, 'Each new, shifting moon we came to that spot and watched. We took it upon ourselves to rid the land of danger.'

'Fergus knows a bit about a bit, that's what's left to him, God bless. What he knows is knots. Army training dictates every officer have at least passing knowledge of ten or more useful fastenings.'

'Me? I know about animals. We make a fierce duo. We inquired in advance about a reward, to which the estate responded agreeably, so we set off with lengths of rope overshoulder and the angriest looking traps the furmen could spare, determined to snare it. We planted snares all about its presumed domain.'

'Nothing came. Not a rat. Not a wisp. Not never again. It's the mystery disturbs me most. I'd die happy knowing.'

In his voice a single note of longing rang, dispelling the subterfuge of his intentions and, in the length of a breath, his beings and inner machinations were laid bare. Far from the sinister goldlust and murderous intention I had silently attributed to him, he seemed eager in an earnest fashion, willing in the name of a job done.

I observed Lar, powerful and straight. 'Do I sense an unfinished quest?'

'Aye. Not too subtle, mind.' Lar flashed a toothy smile, the sort a condemned man spits at his executioner. 'You seem a serious man. I didn't know when you first came in parading your manners like fancy knickers. You can't be too sure about a man who gives too many pleases. You're not that sort and have proved such twice over.' Lar imagined that was a compliment from the look he gave me. Expectant almost, between child submitting scribbles for display and cat batting dead mouse onto pillow.

Well, of course I had something to say about that. Cats were hissing. A donnybrook of claws and torn fur not even a hearty stock of iodine could salve. 'And I might say also that I too had cast aspersions on your character, maintaining you were of sinister country stock. As you claim to have been rapturously convinced otherwise, as have I.'

'Once the lady's estate is divided and bequeathed I'll receive my own. I mean to inherit a substantial bursar. I will pay to you a fair sum. In exchange, you will guide me to the hotpots, generally ensuring nothing eats me. When we find it, you're in charge until it's bound.' If he came, it would be on my terms.

'Find it? Slow down. We've seen it once in a hundred times. I'll take you gladly all the same.'

Wordless, we shook hands and drained our horns.

'Tomorrow?' Lar asked. He drew my gaze to an unopened whiskey bottle, which I declined.

'Not so, good man. Tomorrow I will tend my affairs. In the evening, if all is ordered, I will return to discuss further a plan of action. Have you a room I might rent?'

'Not for everyone mind, so don't go saying. There's one in the back. I'll light the fire.'

'Please do.'

I left a generous tip. Before following the publican to the warm hollow, I shook Fergus' hand, assuming he too would be part of our fortean friendship.

While I slumbered, the nightmare broke free her paddock, thundering across the veil of my somnambulant phantasmagoria, its clanging hooves ringing shrill terror.

I saw spined creatures oozing pus, many-eyed. Edgeless orbs hissing like flying snakes from one black abyss to another.

Cats with human faces screamed. A hairless man with a tail curled upwards like a scorpions noxious pike disemboweled himself with a broken mirror.

Last came the bestial form, not unlike that which Lar had described, striding evilly. Two venom coated fangs, uncontained by its snarling mouth, curved inward toward its breast. Catlike claws glinted menacingly. Turning my third eye downwards as if to look upon my feet, I found I was formless, yet the beast circled knowingly around the space my corporeal form should occupy.

I knew instinctively this reverie was more tangible than the others. That if the beast should strike I would die or wake screaming with a crimson pool spreading below me. It sniffed the air, pawing closer.

I woke to my beastless chamber. Sodden, I sought a candle and in its gloam chronicled my nightmare. That night sleep ne'er returned, making groggy my morning plod toward Cairn Cottage.

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[hazelolive]

(via https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kGCYjphlUGY) 

Im very happy with how this came out but I had to listen to so many cringey kiss sound effects to fine a decent one. same for the squish that I found was actually called a blop sound effect. *shudders* but it was worth it because this comic is adorable and by @larknnightingale

#Thea arcana #the arcana comic dub #comic dub #muriel #larknnightingale #the arcana #female mc #look at these dorks #there to cute

[whydidiclickthis]

I think this one may of broke her, send help.

+VOICES OF THE DAY+ Demonic MC: Lady Callian  - @ladycallian Julian: Myself +Comic Artist+ The artwork for this video today is by: https://aaliyah-draws.tumblr.com @aaliyah-draws +Music+ Music is by: Miri's Magic Dance - Imcompech

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[thearcanafandub]

Announcements & Round 1 Dub Requests Open ~ !

hi y’all, Silver here, I’m alive sort of - there’s going to be a lot of changes within the dub because of some recent events with Nix Hydra.

First off - unfortunately, we cannot dub the The Arcana Game books anymore, as Nix Hydra changed companies or something, and the policies surrounding The Arcana Game’s copyright and infringement laws are much stricter. This really saddens us, but we understand and respect that we cannot dub them.  This also goes for any other dub group as well - it is not just us.

However, we are not going to disband, as we still are going to be dubbing comics and fanfics (in the future).

Additionally, we are going to take requests from YOU! That’s right - we will voice what you request (with some guidelines)!! <3

See this spreadsheet to read the guidelines and request.

This spreadsheet will change from edit to view only one all request slots are filled. Keep in mind that we can see what goes on - if one person ruins the spreadsheet, it is likely we will find a different way to do requests, so please do not change any requests that are existing. 

Right now, we’re sort of in beta mode because we’ve never done this, but we are so excited to take your suggestions and make them a reality for you ~

Moreover, we may or may not open up auditions soon, so keep a look out for them!!

Thank you so much and have a great day!!

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[acehotel]

ACE AIR: ANGELA ROGERS

Program: Ace AIR Location: Ace Hotel New York Date of Stay: 01.27.19 Artist: Angela Rogers

During her residency at Ace Hotel New York, artist Angela Rogers created her own tarot card deck featuring illustrations of the twenty-two Major Arcana. She also made a black wire hand to accompany the deck and displayed the work atop an emerald green silk scarf on her night table, with two quarters thrown into the mix "for luck or charity." Angela shares: 

It was great to mix together my knowledge of the oracle w art... Staying up all night working on this art-ritual of sorts I went into the “zone” and in the late morning took a long hot bath for the finale... This deck is one of a kind. I feel it is already a collectible. 

Angela Rogers is a self-taught artist, singer, poet and performer. The style of her figurative paintings is strongly influenced by her “Southern Gothic” childhood and her lifelong interest in the occult. Angela incorporates a range of mystical symbolism in her work, which includes assemblages – dubbed “poppets” –intricately wrapped in multi-hued yarn. References to addiction and institutionalization often appear in her pieces, as does the influence of a near-death experience after surgery for brain trauma in 2012. She has exhibited at the Outsider Art Fair and published a feminist comic book titled No One Likes a Woman.

This January, our Artists in Residence are curated by Fountain House Gallery and Studio, which provides an environment for artists living with mental illness to express their creative visions and exhibit their work. Founded by Fountain House in 2000 as a not-for-profit exhibition space for its member-artists living and working with mental illness, the Gallery sells original artworks and collaborates with a wide network of artists, curators and cultural institutions. Embracing artists who are emerging or established, trained or self-taught, Fountain House Gallery cultivates artistic growth, makes a vital contribution to the New York arts community and challenges the stigma surrounding mental illness.

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