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glamourgirl777 · 1 year
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What The Courtiers Would Smell Of ☆
(These are my personal opinions) (feel free to request any headcannons ect about the courtiers or main 6)
Vlademar
Either nothing with a slight hint of iron or
A strong smell of hand sanitizer. Like to the point it burns your nose.
Vulgora
A mix of sweat and really musky mens aftershave.
Or they would smell of smoke not cigarette smoke but fire smoke (yk)
Vlastomil
As strange as it is to say I think he'd smell like them slimes in a can.
Like the ones that they manufacture in a factory that are always slimy and not rlly fun to play with.
Volta
Volta would 100% smell really sweet.
I have a feeling that she would douse herself in them manufactured marshmallow body sprays.
Either that or that smell when you've been around cooking food and it clings to your clothing.
Valerius
This man would smell like rain and blackcurrant
Or saffron. There is no in-between.
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sixsticks · 9 months
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Same hat
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soulless-angel25 · 4 months
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I fucking got Lucio's reversed end. I'm almost finished with it, holy shit
(Some screenshots I took while playing)
((Also, look at Lucio!!!! He's so fucking handsome!!!))
(((Also also, I fucking adore Vlademar- they're character is so fun to me!)))
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the-fools-route · 1 year
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THE FOOLS ROUTE
THE ARCANA: fanfic 4,169 words
Chapter 2
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It's warm, very warm. I'm swaddled in fluffy blankets, but only in a particular fashion. Soft blankets on the bottom, covered in comforters. I'm on my side, holding Candlewick. I hear shuffling above me, it seems I'm not the only one awake. I hesitantly crawl out of bed toward the trapdoor, I hear talking. It's too muffled, even with the door ajar. I peek to see Julian leaning his back against the kitchen counter eating an apple. He is now wearing a strange black outfit with lots of buttons. And I can't even make sense of his coat. Cape? It's just resting on his shoulders, how is it staying there? He's talking to Mazelinka, but I can't see her. I attempt to eavesdrop but Candlewick decides to blow my cover. He sprints up the ladder, scaring me. I accidentally push the trapdoor open all the way, causing it to slam on the wood floor.
Good job, me.
Julian yelps, then covers his mouth in embarrassment. Mazelinka is unfazed.
" Sorry. "
We go about the morning in a normal fashion. I eat an orange, struggling to clean off the pulp. Julian finishes his apple and Candlewick sits on the table, waiting for more attention. Mazelinka packs me a small bag of snacks.
" Well- "
Julian starts.
" Time for us to resume our journey. "
" Journey huh. Where are you two going? " Mazelinka questions.
Julian raises his hands in defense.
" Nowhere bad, she's lost. I'm simply helping her find a friend. "
I guess that's not entirely wrong. He told me we would try to find Asra, and that he might be able to help me.
The streets are busy. People walking to who knows where, work probably. It's misty out, wisps of condensation swirls around as we walk.
" I wonder what the weather will be like today. " Julian begins.
" Wait. "
Why haven't I thought of this before?
" My phone! "
I toss my backpack on the ground and fumble with the zippers. I raise my phone proudly above my head, I hope it isn't dead.
Julian looks lost.
" Your…um, what? "
" My phone. It's a common device used where I'm from. You can check the weather and- "
I pause for dramatic effect.
" Your location! "
My phone is still at 96%, it hasn't gone down since I was on the bus. I turn my location on in hopes something will happen. But nothing does, my phone doesn't know where I am.
" Did it work? "
" No. "
He attempts to change the subject.
" What else can your " phoone " do? "
" Phone. " I correct him.
" Yes, that is what I said. "
" Well. " I pick up my bag, Candlewick taking his respective spot on top.
" I can take pictures, watch. "
I face my phone toward him.
" What are you doing? Do I have to hold still? " Julian fidgets.
" That's preferred for a clear picture. "
I give him my phone and face the screen to him.
" Look. "
His eye widened. He tilts the phone every which way for a better look.
"That's incredible! It's like looking in a mirror. "
As we walk around Julian continues to ask questions about my phone.
" How are they made? "
" Can it give directions like a map? "
" Are they flammable? "
The questions only cease when we stop at a door. It looks like a store. Julian pulls a key ring out from one of his pockets and flips through it until he finds a small brass key. It fits the door. We walk inside and freeze. Asra is sitting in a chair with that purple snake wrapped around their arm. He just kinda stares back in an awkward silence.
He just smiles.
" Well well well. Been a while since you broke into my store Ilya. "
There's that name again. Ilya.
" It's not breaking in if I have a key. "
" Julian, you stole my spare key. "
They continue talking in a playful manner. I was right, old friends. The purple snake props herself up from Asra's arm. She sways around for a minute, then greets me.
" Hello! "
I wave my hand back.
" Hello, good to see you again."
Asra turns his head to look at me.
" Seems you have taken up some company since I saw you yesterday. "
Julian throws his arm over my shoulder, though he has to bend over to do so.
" We've become bosom friends I think. "
Asra and Julian have their own conversation while I have one with the snake. We both sway side to side. I thought it was very insightful.
" A journey to the palace. " Asra begins.
" How fun. "
They grab a colorful cloak and a bag in which the snake slides into. Julian strides to the door to leave.
" Oh no, not you. "
Julian dramaticly gasps.
" You mean I can't go with you? Asra, your words sting. "
They flick his nose.
" You know exactly why you can't come with us. Go through the back door."
Julian sighs wistfully and bows.
" Until we meet again. "
And he leaves.
" He is so dramatic. "
Asra nods.
" So, mind sharing your strange story? "
Here we go again.
" Ok so, long story short. From what I understand I'm from another world/realm or something. And now I am here, I don't know how I got here. "
" I knew you were different. "
I look at him weird.
" What? "
We walk around what Asra called the Heart District, weaving through buildings and people until we come across a large beautiful gate. It is guarded by two large men, they move aside as soon as they see Asra. A long bridge leads us to the entrance, I like the bridge, I think it has alot of character. Asra takes me inside, I am in complete awe. Long stained glass windows line the marble walls, and the floors are so clean I can practically see my own reflection.
" There you are. "
A small woman walks up to Asra. She's practically my height, beautiful thick red hair wrapped skillfully in a bandana.
" I've been looking all over for you! You weren't in the library, your room, or the gardens! I was almost about to send a search party. "
She stops ranting when she notices me.
" Oh, hello. I'm Portia, the head servant. "
I wave, I don't want to say anything wrong. So I'll try not to speak much.
She gasps loudly.
" Oh my goodness, you have a cat with you! "
She is practically rolling on the floor with excitement.
" What's his name? "
I pick him up for introductions, much to his protests.
" This is Candlewick, the best cat of them all. "
She laughs.
" I beg to differ, my cat is the best. "
I smile.
" We will see. "
Asra coughs in his hand.
" She's here to speak to the Countess. "
Portia claps her hands together.
" Perfect, she needs to talk to you anyway. Follow me. "
She immediately takes off down a hall. She is really fast for her height. My heart is racing, what if I upset the Countess.
" I feel kinda bad being here. It's beautiful, nice, neat, and clean. And I'm, well - "
I gesture at my clothes.
" Not that. Will that upset her? "
Asra side eyes me and smiles.
" You make Nadia out to be a cruel woman, you haven even met her yet. "
" Sorry. "
*Pick*
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We are led through large glass doors to a large terrace of some sort. Gorgeous lush gardens lay just below, golden light fills the scene beautifully like you couldn't imagine. To the left lies a small table filled with small pastries and empty glass cups. One side has two vacant stools, and the other sits the Countess. She's an ethereal being, adorned with jewels and silks. She radiates intelligence, beauty, and authority. Yet her eyes are kind, reassuring.
Portia addresses us as " Asra the magician and guest", I thought that was odd.
Magician.
Is magic real? It couldn't be. Right?
The Countess and Asra converse as I observe my surroundings. The light breeze smells of nostalgia and flowers. It whistles through the trees catching leaves, reminds me of home. But I'm not home, I'm in a palace. I'm with an important person and I'm too busy daydreaming. I don't belong here.
*Pick*
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" Excuse me. "
I snap back to reality. The Countess is talking to me.
" Are you alright, you look pale. "
" O-oh, um. "
My heart is pounding, what if she thinks I'm a lier? Asra nudges me.
" I- "
" I don't think you will believe me, but this is the truth. "
I explain what had happened in the last 24 or so hours. Waking up, finding Candlewick, the market, I skip the stolen fish, meeting Asra, and finding a bar. Asra cuts me off before I can mention Julian, and how he helped me. Why is Asra avoiding Julian? He couldn't come with us, and they won't even mention him.
What did Julian do?
" She stayed at my shop last night. " Asra begins.
That's a lie. I wasn't at the shop.
" So she was safe. "
The Countess was resting her chin on her hands. But now she fidgets with a tea cup. She seems concerned.
" Asra is working for me, so he is unlikely to be home often. You will have nowhere to stay. "
She smiles, truly a kind smile.
" Would you like to stay with me? I have everything you could ever want here. I can have a room prepared for you."
*Pick*
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" But you don't know me, I really don't want to be a bother. I don't want to take up your valuable time. Besides, I just told you an impossible story. You can't possibly believe me. "
She narrows her eyes.
" Yes, Your story is implausible. But I have reason to believe you are telling the truth. "
I don't argue back, I really don't want to upset her. She takes my hands and holds them, reassuringly.
" I want you to be here with me. It's been a long time since I had a guest quite like you. "
Nadia beckons Portia over, she had been standing by the door behind me. She whispers in her ear, I couldn't understand what she said. Portia smiles enthusiastically. Portia grabs my hand and leads me to the double doors. As I leave, I hear Asra and Nadia talking about finding someone. But who?
I'm led to a large door and pushed inside. I think I heard Portia say " have fun " before she closed the door. The room is huge. There is a rack with robes toward the front of the room, along with a few chairs. A bath the size a swimming pool fills the room. A huge mirror sits in the leftmost wall. It's maybe 7 feet high, I feel so small in its reflection. My hoodie is wrinkled, my pants are dirt stained. What am I doing here? I take a purple-ish silky robe and change into that. I can see scars on my knees from a rambunctious childhood, each telling a different story. Steam lazily rises from the bath, beckoning me. A golden tray is filled with gleaming bottles and jars, I feel bad using any of it. But one thing does catch my eye. It's a small simple clear bottle, I can hold it between my pointer finger and thumb. The black fluid sloshes around like ink in a well. How familiar. I open the vial, it smells like the forest.
It smells like home.
A set of clothes were set out for me to wear. A loose cream blouse with dark pants, incredibly different from what I'm used to wearing. I try my best to dry my hair before I leave, I don't want to drip water in the hallway. I knock on the door so Portia knows I'm finished.
" Aww, you look so cute in that. Don't worry about your old clothes, someone will take care of them. "
She leads me down a hallway or two and stops me in front of a door.
" Ma'lady is in a meeting and she wants you to join. She is with the courters inside this room. I'll be right outside. "
Oh lovely, strangers.
Cackling fills my ears as I enter, 5 people sit on armchairs and couches not including the Countess. All the attention is brought to me as I walk in, wonderful.
" This is Leigh, my guest. " Nadia announces.
A pale man gasps enthusiastically and clasps his hands together.
" Yes, we have been hearing so much about you. It's absolutely delightful to put a face to your name! My name is Vlastomil, I am the Praetor. "
The larger person on the couch practically screams at me.
" Sit next to me! Everyone wants to sit next to the Pontifex. "
A very small woman on the right of the couch speaks next, with a quivering voice.
" Oh yes, you and your cat are so cute! Please sit next to us. "
Her very small hand pats the couch cushion. I sit into the plush seat between the two while Candlewick sits in the small woman's lap. Her eyes sparkle at the sight of such a majestic creature. I'm too focused on Candlewick being absolutely adorable to realize someone is standing over me. Their red eyes are fixated on my face, unmoving. They don't blink, not once. Bandaged Horns loom over me casting a shadow. They are dressed is some sort of a surgans outfit, black gloves, an apron and a mask. The look is finished with a red brooch shaped as a beatle fixed on the neck.
" Quaestor please. Stop staring at her. "
A very wealthy looking man looking increasingly unimpressed, takes a sip from a wine glass. His hair is in a perfect braid, not a single stray strand. He likely thinks very highly of himself.
" I'm just inspecting her Consul, no harm done. "
He scoffs.
" Sit down before you scare her away. "
The Quaestor strides to their arm chair in a very fluid motion. No extra movement are wasted.
" Now before we get down to business. " The Consul began.
" I'd like to discuss the elephant in the room. "
He looks at me.
" Why is she here. "
Nadia seems slightly annoyed by the question.
" She is an honored guest, and you will treat her as such. "
" Yes, of course Countess. "
He didn't mean it.
I mainly observed as they talked politics or reconstruction of the city. I eventually learned everyone's names. Vlademar, Vlastomil, Volgora, Volta, and Valerius. I held up conversations with almost of them. I talked about worms, favorite foods, knives, and what a lobotomy was. Vlademar's eyes never left me, not once. Always inspecting, never blinking. Eventually everyone left, only I was left with the Countess. She seems happy.
" What did you think of the courters. "
I think very carefully about my answer.
" One word, strange. "
She seems strangely satisfied with my answer.
" Yes, they are- "
She generously pauses.
" Odd. "
She smiles.
" Come sit by me. "
She rubs her perfect smooth hands over my ravaged fingers. I don't understand why she is so kind to me.
" You held up well today. I'm proud of you. "
Proud? Of me?
She stands up, and takes me with her. She leads me out the door to Portia.
" Take her to her new bedroom. "
I look at the Countess weird. A room for me? She takes my hand one last time before departing.
" You deserve it. And please, call me Nadia. "
The room is lit by candles and hanging lanterns. A large bed lies to my right, and next to it is a desk with a mirror. There are a few dressers and knickknacks lying about. The back wall has a huge window overlooking the gardens. It's beautiful. My original clothes lie on a dresser, neatly folded. My backpack is on the floor next to the desk. Candlewick immediately makes himself at home on the bed.
" This is where you will be staying. If you ever need anything, just ask. "
And she leaves. Wick has the right idea, I'd like to rest for a bit. I lay next to him, as I sink into the soft mattress I wonder what will become of me. Where will the world take me?
Warm golden light streams through stained glass windows, the colored glass paints the clean cut marble floor like a gorgeous paint palette. The floor is warm under my bare feet, I feel fuzzy. I'm in a beautiful cathedral filled with marble columns and open windows inviting a cool breeze. A painted ram lies in the ceiling above me, watching me with curiosity. I blink and I am gone.
My bed is cushy and warm, but the room is cool and dark. Wait, it's dark. I sit up and realize I fell asleep, I can't tell what time it is. Well I'm not tired anymore so I might as well explore. Candlewick stole my pillow while I was sleeping, maybe he wants to join me. I poke him but all he does is roll over and squeak at me. He isn't interested.
" Come on, don't you want to hear about my weird dream? "
No answer. I recall the golden light on my face, what a strange dream. My feet hit the cold floor, sending a chill up my spine. But with each step I take, I get used to the chill. I open the door without making a sound. The hall is dark and empty, it's almost eerie. It feels like nothing but me exists in the whole world. Moonlight illuminates the halls with a brilliant silver, lighting a path for me to take. Although, I didn't expect it till take me here. A staircase lies in front of me, and two dogs lie on the second step. They both raise their heads and watch me. I whisper to myself.
" Horse dogs. "
The borzoi, also known as the horse dog. They are a beautiful white color. One of the dogs walk up to me. She tilts her head, I tilt mine back. The second dog joins and they both circle me, inspecting. They grab my pants and take me up the stairs, I almost trip up a few. The hall is dark and cold, more so than the rest of the palace. Noone had been here in a while. A few doors hang open, I look in one of the rooms. Its a Parlor filled with abandoned expensive looking couches and strangely, torn up paintings. Not one is intact. They look like the same person was on all of them. But I cant tell who. I'm pulled out of the room by the dog with the torn ear. The halls seem sad, as if nothing good has ever happened here. Each hallway is decorated differently. Occasional suits of armor line the walls along with more paintings likely related to someone wearing said armor. All torn. I'm lead to a wide hall, it's different then the rest. Dusty complete pictures line the walls, each skillfully painted. They all depict Albino animals at their best, they all have gold collars and rich cloths.
" Hey, it's you two. "
A portrait of Lucio's hunting dogs sticks out from the rest, it looks much newer. They are lounging on overstuffed pillows. They are both in gold jeweled collars. I trace the picture frame, dust collects on my finger. The frame reads " Mercedes and Melchior. "
" Beautiful aren't they. "
A thin voice whispers in my ear. I whip around expecting someone, anyone. But nothing is there. Mercedes and Melchior wag their tails and sniff around. Mercedes lifts her head and howls. She bounds down a hallway, Melchior chasing after her.
" Hey wait! "
I chase them down a few halls till they stop at a door at the very end of a dusty corridor. They paw on the door till I cautiously open it myself for them.
" Hello? "
The room is large and dark, and unmistakably coated with ash. It was a bedroom once, a nice one too. First thing when you walk in is a bed, it's large enough to fit 3 adults at the very least. A frame lines it holding a curtain around the bed for privacy. The source of the fire damage surrounds the bed. Spreading to the carpet under and the wall behind the bed. The wallpaper melted and the red curtains practically disintegrated. The room is larger on the left side. Large wardrobes line the back wall, likely still filled with furs and outfits. A Lavish brick fireplace lies across on the opposite wall. The mantle has small shiny trinkets sprinkled with ash and dust. Two plush armchairs sit in front of the fireplace. The far left wall has a tall Multi-paned window hidden behind red felt curtains. This guy really liked the color red. To the right of the bed, a painting takes up almost the entire wall. It's of a young man, golden blonde. Emitting pure pride. The dogs sit in front of the painted man next to me.
" Was this him? "
The door slams shut causing ash and soot to whirl around the room.
" Was? "
The voice speaks in an offended tone. Melchior jumps around with excitement. Mercedes wags her tail, but stays seated next to me. I pull my blouse over my face so I don't inhale any unwanted debris, the room is ice cold now.
" Who are you? " My voice is muffled.
" Who am I? How dare Vesuvia forget me, their own beloved Count! They forget about me while I rot! Alone and unwanted, how dare they! "
He sounds livid
" I'm sorry. "
" Are you? " He bellows.
" Yes. I am. "
The room grows silent, but it doesn't last.
" Why are you here? I've never seen you before. "
The room's temp slowly returns to normal.
" I was exploring, I couldn't sleep. I found your dogs and they brought me here. I think they miss you. "
Melchior and Mercedes both perk up at being mentioned.
" Can I see you? "
He walks into the moonlight shining through the window causing him to glow like a strange bedside night light. He's taken the form of some sort of goat. He's maybe 7 feet tall and covered in white fur. His hooves and Horns are onyx and he has but one clawed arm, the apparition is complete with ruby red eyes.
" This is what I have been reduced to. "
He sounds somber. He looks down at me and narrows his eyes.
" Are you afraid of me? Are you going to run away like everyone else and call me a monster? "
" I don't think you are a monster. "
His eyes soften.
" How long have you been like this? "
The atmosphere finally calms.
" You don't know? I thought everyone knew. I died three years ago at my own party. "
He attempts to pet Melchior, but his hand phases through. He sighs in defeat.
" I'm sorry, I'm not from here. "
His nose wrinkles.
" Surely you've heard about me from somewhere. About my battles, or tales of great courage. Do people not talk about how great I am anymore? "
Wow, this guy is kinda full of himself.
" I'm sure people still share your stories. But when I say I'm not from here, I really mean I'm not from here. "
We sat and talked for a while, about everything. About my strange predicament or about Lucio's life as the Count. We talked for a few hours about our lives and experiences, Lucio is actually a very interesting person. He used to control the city, which sounds like a huge job. He used to house parties almost daily. And once, he was a mercenary. I also learned a bit about how he lives as a ghost. He can kinda feel, but he really can't touch anything. Or how he can't eat, but he can smell. So I promised to bring him a nice candle, he liked that idea. Lucio looks toward the window and sighs.
" It's pretty late. Don't you need to sleep or something? "
" Probably. "
I stand up to leave, we were laying on the carpet by the window. He stops me before I open the door.
" You will come back, right? "
" I will, promise. "
I felt eyes on me the entire walk back to my room. He's watching me. My room is colder than it was when I left, Candlewick hasn't moved an inch. I lay back down in my bed and try to go back to sleep.
Golden light bathes my face with warmth. I open my eyes to see the painted ram again, watching me. The distant birds fill my ears with such beautiful music, I hum with them. The stained glass windows whistle from the wind. I hear wind chimes from somewhere close by. I must be dreaming again.
" Well well well. "
I hear what sounds like heels walking toward me, clicking on the floor. But then they stop, right behind me. I slowly turn around to see a ram, the one that was painted on the ceiling. He raises a brow at me.
" It's been a while since I had a guest. "
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aredcanary · 5 months
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Time to start the big boi.
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I am starting a blog for the ARCANA.
I will write oneshots, head canons, fluff, light angst, light NSFW.
I will NOT write heavy NSFW, Character death ( with some exceptions), heavy gore, or character cheating.
I have the right to refuse requests.
I will write for:
Nadia
Lucio
Julian
Portia
Muriel
Vladamar
Volta
FEEL FREE TO MAKE REQUESTS :)
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azulashengrottospiano · 3 months
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g guys. arcana fandom. Guys. why would you want routes for the courtiers. the only one i can understand is vlademar because apparently theyre popular but i do not understand the rest of them,,,
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sxftkxssxs · 10 months
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How do you think the main 6 would react if MC was related to one of the courtiers (sibling or child of) and they still had a relatively good relationship with them, like hanging out over tea or freindly bickering ect. Bonus if its valdemar cause they're probably the scariest out of all of them xx
//I love your HCs BTW xx
I just went ahead and used Vlademar! If you do want versions with the others then I'll gladly do that! I'm glad you like my writing <3
M6 with a Mc who’s a sibling of one of the courtiers
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Asra
...You're actually related???
Wonderful, amazing, love of his life, related to Vlademar??
He's filled with a mix of disgust, surprise, and confusion.
Why that one? Out of all of them he despises Vlademar the most.
He does try to not fight or be salty towards him at least, which is only slightly successful.
If Asra runs in on you two catching up over tea he'll be absolutely flabbergasted. Vlademar?? Crazy experiment doctor chatting over tea?
He'll always come with you when you go to see your sibling, and in doing that he learns a lot about the both of you and your relationship.
Julian
downright terrified 
you’re?? The sibling of Vlademar?? 
he’s spiraling, and there’s a 80% chance he will faint 
he’s always been intimidated by Vlademar even before he met you, and now it’s even worse
Julian will be sweating buckets around them. No questions asked.
It’s very weird seeing you banter with them, though. He never thought he’d see the Vlademar so relaxed and having a good relationship with someone.
Vlademar has threatened Julian more than once just for existing around you, and then tries to act like he was joking when you come around.
Nadia
You have to be kidding.
You're related to the craziest of the courtiers? Why couldn't it have been Vulta!?
She's stressing, growing metaphorical (and possibly literal) gray hairs.
As long as you both won't be a thorn in her side, (and you don't turn up in a ditch somewhere), she doesn't mind you two having time together in the palace.
She finds it incredibly awkward when she runs in on you two having some friendly bickering. This is still the same Vlademar right? You didn't replace him with someone on the streets of Vesuvia?
Nadia will try to spend some time with the both of you together, but she usually sits out on your little get togethers.
Muriel
He's not very pleased with this information
Vlademar was literally a follower of the devil??? And now you're fighting them over if a pastry tastes good??
Muriel would definitely hold some resentment. If you really do want them to get along he'll try his best.
Inanna in turn, also despises Vlademar. She'll never stay in a room alone with them.
He doesn't really like spending time with your sibling, they unnerve him.
Inanna will accompany you if she has to, especially if it'll ease Muriel's worry.
Portia
She's shocked
Portia is more easily introduced to them as your sibling, but she definitely holds a grudge against how her brother was treated during the plague and how cruel Vlademar can be
She doesn’t often hang out with the two of you together, but if you ask her to she will!
She learned how to fake pleasantries from working at the palace, and she puts them to use here
Pepi sits in your lap, making you look like an evil villain.
Lucio
again, why that one?
He never really liked Vlademar (or any of the courtiers)
You just had to be related to one of his past (Demonic?) "friends" didn't you?
He doesn't like being near Vlademar at all. Lucio will completely leave you two to be by yourselves.
Melchior likes to stay with you though, and will definitely growl if you two start bickering too harshly
Mercedes is with Lucio, screw hanging out with Vlademar!
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rhazberriquartz · 8 months
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I wonder what would swap!Rosie's relationships be with other swap AU characters (´,,•ω•,,) You don't have to write out them all, just the ones you consider to be important or fun
Oh man. I have a few thoughts so let's get into it. It's a lot.
Rosie's most toxic relationships would be with Nadia and Asra. To the point if given the chance she would absolutely eat them. Nadia and Asra managed to capture her inspite of her best efforts. Which is not an easy thing to do. And I'm sure it's due to Asra draining the magician that it's possible. Nadia treats her like an attack dog and keeps her away from anything that will boost her strength. Water, sunlight, prayer, and even has Asra put on a collar that silences her (she can only speak when spoken to by Nadia or Asra specifically.) AND dampens her Magic. So, there's a lot of turmoil there.
She cares about Ilya and Portia a lot. But also know that at this point they're both a little too far gone for her to be able to do anything on her own. So, she lends her help to MC to free these two. Though if she can save them she will she just needs help. Portia and Ilya try to be kind to her. But, Asra often reprimands them for doing so. I like to think Ilya has told both Asra and Nadia that she's let her own death into her home and it won't end well.
Muriel is a little easier to break through to on her own. And being their both in a similar spot (Rosie's used for war.) They're very kind to each other. This depending on route would be one where Muriel does break out of his mindset with MCs help and becomes an ally.
Vlastomil has some vague clue about what's going on and has tried to help her and failed. This incarnation definitely views her as a friend. And he tries to help her communicate to Count Montag what's happened to no avail.
Valerius, she loves to annoy him. Being an incarnation of The World she watches him garden in amusement. But, she never judges. Sometimes she'll help by over correcting a mistake he made. (His sweet potatoes have invaded his house before.) He gets annoyed, but it's quickly forgotten when he sees how big his fruits and vegetable are. Nadia keeps them apart as much as she can.
I haven't thought about Andrea and Agata. They probably don't interact with her a whole lot. But like her company.
Devarshi... oh man. If anyone has read my story Thistles and Thorns - you know why this one hurts. In this AU Rosie managed to make the deal with Death, but unlike Vlademar made damn sure Devarshi would live a normal life. Death happily let them be reincarnated into the life they have now after time passed. As both a show of good faith and to rub salt into her wounds. It's hard for her to look at Devarshi. But everyone does note how protective she is of them. Devarshi doesn't know and probably never will. But enjoys their time together and has learned a great deal from her. She seems familiar and they don't know why.
Count Montag. This blessed well meaning goober. He thought Nadia and Rosie were friends for a time. And before the plague and ritual is when he realized it wasn't the case and something sinister was going on. But if the AU follows the original to some degree well... *motions* he forgot and doesn't pick up on what's wrong until it's almost too late. He does end up asking for her help and freeing her.
And depending on the route MC takes. (My partner in this case.) Would depend on who she ends up with. If you chose Andrea she's with Montag. If you choose Nadia it's Valerius. And there's probably one where it's Devarshi or even Ilya by some miracle.
It all depends on who you like her with most. Rosie's core nature never changes, but her situation does. Which speaks volumes considering the plot of The Last Deal. She's just a deity like figure MC and Lucio call upon for extra support. Where here she's treated and used much differently. Being forced into whatever Nadia and Asra wants.
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arcanacsworld · 1 year
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Gonna start writing, if anyone has any asks for the courtiers hit me up
#courtiers #thearcana #volta #valgora #Valarius #vlastomil #vlademar #fluff #nsfw #xmc #xreader
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gattekeeper · 1 year
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@saintsdawn said: Take me instead!
His skin is cold. The sheen of sweat, fear, and hatred mingling to ruin the satin sleeve of his shirt. The blood already blooming at his left hip an afterthought as his hands remain held at eye level, his own black gaze secured with the void like eyes watching him. There are eight men stationed around him, five positioned at his throat and three cornering around Florence. Alongside his hatred another emotion rears its head and slithers into the title of regret; slimy and beady eyed it hovers above him in a narrow shadow that encases his entire being. He could feel the weight of it pulling at his limbs and filling his gut with a sour sensation and for all that he was worth it wasnt regret for his own capturing; no it was for dragging Florence into this mess. What does he mean dragging? She practically stomped her boot cladded foot and furrowed her brow and ignored his protest for her to return to the Hadledge village; she’d come of her own free will.
Following alongside him up the mountain side and through the Eldvast mountain pass they’d somehow managed to evade any real trouble. That was until the seal had been found. Tucked away atop a cliff's edge nestled within the smoked quarry-stoned walls it lay, the once flat faced stone now engraved with sigils of magick that most mortals wouldn't be able to read. He’d been set on seeking out this seal for over thirty years and now he’d found it and in some ways Florence had helped guide him in the right direction, and for that he was grateful. Having her along his side allowed him to move among other mortals easily without much attraction; they'd appeared nothing more than two journey’s men. Everything had gone so well; but Vicktor had let his guard down. This was proof of it. The blade held at his adam apple is old steel; he’s able to tell just by the shine and smell of the metal. It's been blessed and engraved with a prayer from the former prophet Jacuse, a radical mortal who was the product of a fae and human courtship turned sour; he had been one of the leading supporters of the necromantic purge that’d claimed both magick and mortal worlds. It gleams under the setting sun taunting Vicktor to step forward on its slick edge and discover if he truly is immortal. Each blade held in every man's grasp is of the same brand, old steel but the prayers on each are different. In the fraction of a second it took to look over the scene before him, he’d come to notice the prayers were chopped and sectioned pieces from the very text he yearned to find beneath the seal. The very journal that saints of old, even before Jacuse’s time had prayed over and hidden away from those like Vicktor. It spoke of life and death in matrimony of sorts; where time had suspended itself and found harmony for both existences. It held something Vicktor wanted. No demanded. It held his freedom. Part of him wonders if the men around him understand he was there when the journal was written, that his name is engraved in the very text they lift their charms from. That in his own blood scrawled across the parchment is his binding; where the chain aligned with his spine and driven into his own flesh keeps him tethered to the damn gate he’d spent decades looking for and avoiding at best. He wonders if these men – no these halflings understand what he would do to obtain such an item. “ Vlademar was correct in assuming you’d come here. Half a decade of waiting and you finally arrive. I expected there to be more of you.”
A sneer stretches across his face, lips drawing back to reveal his sharpened teeth and bare them in defiance. The haughty tone he voice takes, unable to be withheld, “ Truly you didn't think I’d be considerate enough to be early, let alone eager to find you here.” The blade pressed a little more into his throat the almost inaudible sound of the steel scraping his stubble seemed deafening. There is a murmur among the gathered crowd, something uttered in a language even he isn't familiar with, but in broken pieces he can picture what they are discussing. It makes the hairs on his arms raise as a pair of steel chains are removed from the hip of one man, the forked tongue that slithers from between his lips enough to make the nerves in his neck twitch. They were going to take him back. All that time, all the effort he’d given to escape now hanging in the balance. His gut twisted in fear as his fingers flexed the tendrils that itched to seep from his palms only waiting at bay, the soft tsk of a tongue catching his attention as the blade aimed at Florence was hoisted higher. Eyes cut to look at each man as they seem to draw closer, the desire to fling himself from the cliff's edge more and more tempting as the moment passes before Florence’s voice breaks the tension. The noble gesture is only mocked in expression as the men look her up and down and with a cold knot in his stomach, Vicktors voice lashes out harshly like a leather whip. “ Florence now isn't the time for honor! “
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glamourgirl777 · 1 year
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The Courtiers As Stock Photos
Volta
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Vlastomil
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nabesthetics · 1 year
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Apprenticember Day 4
What about the courtiers? Have they met them? What do they think of them?
Alastor
From the start, Al could feel that something is… off… about the court. As the magic that conceals their inhuman traits started losing its power over him, that feeling only grew stronger.
First and foremost: until a very certain point of Lucio’s route, Alastor is absolutely terrified of Valdemar. It’s a deep, instinctual fear that makes him want to run and hide when he’s anywhere near them, and that feeling only grows with each consequent meeting, culminating with him actually glimpsing at the eldritch horror.
Others don’t cause nearly as strong of a response, though Al is definitely still put off by, and wary of, them all. He’s very much alarmed by the fact that they seem to be the only “people” around who have inhuman eyes like he does, even though theirs aren’t as dynamic as Alastor’s. While he’s fairly sure he’s not a demon, it adds yet another cause of concern and questions about himself.
After the apocalypse is averted, he does free Volta from the Devil’s chains, but the other three demons are nowhere to be found…
Valerius is a very special case and we’ll touch upon that in one of the future prompts :3c 
Marty
Not as attuned to magical nature of things as Alastor, as Apprentice with the Fool’s unique abilities Marty still knows that the Courtiers aren’t quite what they seem to be on the first glance. Naturally, during Julian’s route he gets a glimpse at what the demons truly are, including a few too-close encounters with Vlademar that leaves him nightmare fuel for years to come. 
While he’s afraid of what the demons are (and are capable of), he does end up breaking Volta’s chains and possibly Vlastomil’s in a similar way as it’s done in Nadia’s route, after which Vulgora disappears from Vesuvia.
As for Valerius, Marty is simultaneously annoyed and amused by him. The magician finds Valerius’ behavior snobbishly tawdry (he’s never living down the wine spill incident), but he’s also pretty much immune to Val’s comments. Marty charms and works his way into approval of many people at the Palace, and he very much uses that to subtly get on Valerius’ nerves.
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valdemart · 1 year
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I thought I’ve left my obsession with Vlademar in 2019 but they’ve wiggled there way back into my brain somehow and I’m not mad about it!
Ah, the carousel of hyperfixations and comfort characters 💖
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Hiii! How's your day? Mine's fine!
If you could cosplay a character (or characters) who would you cosplay? (regardless of any prize for the costume materials or anything)
I would be either fem!Polnareff, Okuyasu, Narancia or fem!Byleth from the game FE:3H.
Hello! I'm great, I'm glad you're good 💕
I have only cosplayed one person, and that was Crocodile from One Piece
I would LOVE to cosplay more, here's my list:
Narancia (jjba)
Moira (overwatch)
Luffy (one piece)
Skeptic (MHA)
Shigaraki(MHA)
Junkrat (overwatch)
Toph (atla)
Aang (atla
Vlademar (the arcana)
Probably more as well lol
Thanks for asking! And you got some pretty cool cosplay ideas 💕
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karumashadowchicken · 2 years
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Yandere Vlademar- pt.3
@xxangel-babexx I noticed you wanted a pt.3 so I've been Inspired to create!
After Vlademars clingy and possessive tendencies become more noticed, a few things will happen.
First, be prepared to have one of the cells used as a cozy work place/sleeping place for you. Complete with a small desk, your files, (for trying to solve the mysteries you were hired to solve) and a place for you to sleep.
Not to mention Vlademar even went out of their way to get you some scented candles, just so the smell was bearable enough to get some sleep.
Prepared to have Vlademar join you on the little adventures where you ask around about Lucio, and even just visiting the magic shop. Vlademar may even ask you to wait an hour so they can go with you, and who are you to say no if they want to spend time with you! Though, they can't say that was exactly their intention, it's not to far off, or completely wrong.
Second thing that happens is the weird-borderline creepy stalker-ish tendencies, like-
-Watching you sleep, for hours at a time, quite literally just staring at you, unblinkingly.
-They may start to steal your favorite clothing, even keeping small trinkets that remind them if you on their person at all times.
-They'll learn your favorite food, and buy it before the day starts so you have less excuses to leave.
-Probably watches you eat too, may even join you for a small snack.
-Really anything that relates to you, they have memorized, or written down.
-In fact I fully believe that have extensive studies on you, journals, notes, and entire collection, though it's somewhere you probably wouldn't find it. Not that it matters, they probably wouldn't understand that it's creepy anyways, Vlademar seems like the kind to pretend their more dense then they actually are, not realizing that most things do in fact go right over their head.
You may think that they are nice.
And to you they might be.
But when you turn you head, and look the other way, they'll dispose of anyone who even looks at you wrong.
You wouldn't notice, it's just a new test subject.
Maybe you'll connect the dots, see the patterns.
Though it wouldn't matter,
Your already theirs.
Had you truly not noticed that they growl at people who touch you, that they hold you just tight enough that you think, if you had really tried to escape, you wouldn't be able to free yourself from their tight grasp. That's how it had been the past few weeks. Waking up in the magic shop was rare, especially if Asra was on another little trip. But lucky you got a full nights rest... well for the most part.
Vlademar had started showing up at the magic shop very early in the morning. The sun had just risen, and already were the sounds of hollowed knocks at the door echoing through the darkness through out the shop.
Waking this early always sucked, sometimes you rolled over and pretended you hadn't heard, but it always got to creepy to fall back asleep. Because they didn't leave, they just waited, and waited, until knocking again.
Eventually you got up, already aware it was Vlademar , since they were oddly persistent, not to mention that Julian wouldn't have even knocked-
Opening the door lightly, gesturing with you hands for them to come in. "Hey, Val" (a nickname you started calling them when you were tired, or trying to get to a point.) you said in a exhausted but still kinda happy to see them tone.
"Hello y/n. It's good to see you're awake." They continued, "We have work to get done today, so be prepared."
Yawning, it could only have been an hour or so past midnight you gave them a dead stare before signing and offering Valdemar a drink.
You'd expect them to say no, but the truth is they can't say no when you offer them something. Anything made by you only fuels their obsession. "Perhaps a Tea, or just water" Vlademar tilting their head with curiosity.
"y/n, what are you wearing?" Their curiosity peaked.
You began brewing some tea, "What do you mean?" You questioned.
"Well, y/n. Typically your seen a similar outfit all day, would those be your sleepwear? "
"oh, uh, Yeah. They have little snake patterns on them, they looked like Faust so I bought them."
Valdemar only tilted their head. taking a mental note about everything you did and said. You were quite odd, though something was very amusing about you.
Right. Faust.
You should probably let them sleep a little longer, and try to keep quiet. Faust had put a lot of effort into keeping you out of trouble earlier. Letting them sleep would be a nice thanks of sorts.
Placing their tea down in front of them, or yours, you. You two sat across from each other in the coziness of the shop.
"You said we have something to do today? Anything important? I think I'm getting close to figuring out what happened the night Lucio died." Val smiled back at you. In all honestly they hope you never find out, just so they can keep you working with them longer.
Valdemar smiled... well smiling was the best way to describe it, it was more of a smirk, but that still wouldn't describe it. Too sickly sweet, and love sick to be a smile. Their grin made most peoples stomach churn, but you, somehow when they smiled you got giggly, and told them you loved their smile. yes a grin, that's what it was, it always felt off.
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I'm gonna have to make a pt.4 sometime tomorrow or so, since i don't wanna fit anymore writing on this, and it's getting real late.
I love Valdemar, and plan to draw them and write for them a bit more.
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