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Hey guys!

As previously announced, I hereby officially close this blog. I can’t start to tell you how amazing the time here was. We went through so much fun and excitement together, shared our experiences, and had conversations. I never had a fandom as active as this one, and I am so glad I was part of it! The time here was truly helping me grow as a writer, and all your comments and encouragements were a huge support for me and helped me flourish!

For that, thank you so much ♥

It’s always pretty hard for me to close a blog since there are so many good memories tied to it that I don’t want to let go. But I know that these memories stick with me. Especially writing “ Of shipwrecks and seafoam ” has really helped me fall in love all over again with the art of writing, and I can’t help but always go back to it and read it fondly. I want you all to know that being on this blog has helped me improve greatly, especially mentally, and I sincerely hope that you guys enjoyed reading and interacting with me as well! ♥

As of 15.11.2021, we achieved 3546 followers with 831 posts (this one included), and I thank you all for the support you showed me!

There’s so much more ahead of me. More fandoms to write for, more stories to tell, and I am happy that The Arcana was my stepping stone into it, giving me the confidence and teaching me a lot about myself. I’d be happy if you guys would like to continue reading from me and see my stories in the future. Here are my other blogs to follow:

@rhomsfanfic (My multifandom-writing blog; taking requests!) @yandere-sins (Yandere multifandom-writing blog; taking requests) @aizawasbedtimestories​ (Aizawa Shouta, BnHA writing blog) @labyrinth-of-headcanons (Magi writing blog) as well as:  Ao3!

You’re very welcome to continue following this blog if you want to see occasional posts/reblogs/commissions/etc. that I might do revolving around The Arcana! I’d also be happy to chat with you via messenger, however, the asks and submissions will be closed from now on.

Lastly, just let me say thank you again!

Thank you for being here, thank you for encouraging me to write and reach out and support me! Thanks for taking the time to read my stories, request, and send in your thoughts. Thanks for bearing with me through more challenging times but also the good ones! From the bottom of my heart: thanks that you were here to enjoy what I did, and I hope to see you again in the future on my other blogs/social media/Patreon. Please stay safe and healthy in the future ♥

With love ♥

Ivy

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how bout the apprentice commenting on Julian blushing and in turn making him more flustered

Ah, the thought alone is so cute, I want to make him blush too! Thanks for requesting :3 This is the last request I’ll be doing, and I’m glad it’s Julian ♥

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“And I say: you are the prettiest magician I know!”

Julian boasted while you were looking through the lemons and oranges, picking the ones you wanted to come home with you. Chuckling and shaking your head a little, you checked the fruit for their ripeness. Even though you only went to the market for a quick grocery run in your break, you weren’t mad meeting your husband, who happened to have the same idea. He held the basket as you put in some fruits but quickly shooed you away as you tried to pay, placing his money on the counter instead. The merchant only smiled, and you gave Julian a roll of your eyes before grinning, still very much in love with the simple ways he used to make you fall for him all over again, thanking him properly with a kiss.

Even after your marriage, Julian was still flirting with you, paying for you when he could, bringing back small gifts that reminded him of you. He still made you feel like back when you just met him, his grin putting butterflies in your stomach and his arms still as warm and strong whenever he hugged you. Sometimes it felt like it was too easy for Julian to make you love him more and more every day.

“But wait!” you recoiled dramatically as you two took the first few steps away from the fruit stand. Julian looked back bewildered at your outcry, thinking you two might have forgotten something, but you pulled at his arm to get his focus back on you. “Don’t tell me you know any other pretty magicians!”

Luckily, he got the hint that you were just joking, his lips curling into a mischievous grin briefly before faltering with his expression. “Oh no, my love! No one could come close to you! They’d need years- no, centuries to get to your level!”

Julian had no shame exclaiming this in the middle of the market, but you were used to it by now, and most people knew you two, only grinning and shaking their heads about you two love birds. And really, you couldn’t find it in yourself to care as much as in the beginning anymore. You’d rather spend the already limited time you two had together to amuse yourself and be merry. Julian was right; living life was much more fun with a bit of drama.

“I’d never find someone as wonderful, strong, kind, skilled, beautiful, caring--”

Cutting off his sentence with a quick peck to his lips, Julian relished in the affection, leaning in to the point he almost tipped over your basket hanging from his arm. “I get it, I get it,” you assured him with a laugh, tearing the kiss apart while Julian tried to keep it, letting out a dissatisfied sigh upon not getting what he wanted. “I only have my amazing husband to thank for all of it.”

The little compliment was enough to send Julian beaming, lips parting in a big smile, and when he stood up straight, you saw him rock on his feet happily. It brought a bit of blush to his face, proud, joyful heat flowing through him, hearing you say that. Nonetheless because he loved hearing you call him ‘your husband’. It might have taken him a while to accept compliments in return and not doubt them because of his own bad opinion of himself. But just like he helped you grow as a person, so did you for him, and you were proud, too, seeing him like this.

You two continued on, still having some groceries to get as you commented on what was on your mind. Softly, with a loving smile, you told Julian, “You know, you’re pretty cute when you blush.”

It should have been a simple statement, but Julian grew a little stiff, and he chuckled. “No one told me that before,” he admitted. Maybe he was a little embarrassed, or perhaps he felt happy about it as well. Still, whichever it was, he grew even redder, suddenly ruffling his hair and looking away sheepishly. Even though you knew him as somewhat loud and not afraid to speak his mind, you also enjoyed the way he got flustered, turning his happiness inwardly occasionally. It was something only you experienced with him, soft and tender, and he shared these special moments with you. And you would know since it was your hand he squeezed excitedly, enjoying and living out the sweet feelings he felt. Maybe, just like you, there was a chance that Julian fell in love over and over again. At least, that’s what you thought that you saw in his eyes when he looked at you again.

“But there’s only one person who can make me blush like that,” he hinted, winking at you.

“Oh? Do tell,” you replied, grinning since you already knew the answer.

“You, of course!”

Both of you grinned from ear to ear as you strolled further down the market, hand in hand. It was a blessing to be allowed to love this man, making your heart jump with joy. More and more every day, you fell in love with him, and for nothing in the world would you have changed him being in your life. Because just as happy as you made him...

He made you happy too.

#julian #julian devorak #The Arcana #The Arcana game #The Arcana imagine #The Arcana headcanons #The Arcana scenarios #The Arcana Oneshot #The Arcana fanfiction #The Arcana imagines #Julian The Arcana #the arcana julian

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hey, i was wondering if you could do a scenario where the apprentice was pregnant with asra's child before they died of the plague and maybe they remember and get comforted. you don't have to if it's too much angst

T_T So sad, I love it! Definitely need one more h/c before I close this blog :3 Thanks for requesting it!

TW for child loss

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“I’m so sorry,” you sobbed, deep, traumatizing pain lodged in your heart. Asra pushed your head forward into his shoulder, trying to bear it for both of you, but a grim expression ruled on his face as well. He would have cried if not for you. If not for the fact he had been with you from the moment you woke up and cried himself to sleep every night since then, he might have cried now too as you realized something he knew all this time.

Your child died.

Long, long ago, the baby sitting beneath your heart died together with you. It had been both of your wishes to carry out this child. To have a family with it, love it, see it grow. There was no amount of words to describe how regretable the whole situation had turned out to be. The fight, the separation... your sickness. It could have been prevented. Maybe if he... had he...

Curling his hands into fists on your back, Asra leaned down, burying his face in your hair and taking deep breaths. He’s been over it so many times. Had he not left, you might not have gotten the plague. Your child could have lived, and you too could have survived the disaster. Or if you had gone with him, you two would now live a happy family life somewhere else. But no matter the amount of pushing the blame around, it wouldn’t change the past anymore.

It hurt. Both of you were terribly hurting, but what mattered was the here and now. Asra had put his own needs back so far to tend to you, help you out of your memory loss and regain your independence, he’d not stop looking after you now. He’d hurt some more later. Alone.

“You couldn’t have known how it would end.”

“I should have!” you reflected, bumping a fist into his chest, angry at yourself. But the anger quickly subsided into more sadness, your hand opening with your palm dragging down his shirt in exhaustion. “I should have been more careful and looked after myself. I should have gone with you and stayed safe. I was pregnant, and I failed you both!”

Your cries only grew louder as your self-blame festered. Asra pulled you even closer, helplessly, wishing he could do more. Wishing he could somehow take those specific memories from you so you wouldn’t have to remember them. But it was a selfish thought. It would do you no good to forget such an important part of your life, now that you were reclaiming your past as your own. The resurrection and memory loss had been enough that you’ve been through. Asra just wanted to do more for you. Maybe it would calm you if he pressed you against him tightly enough, or perhaps he just hoped to take your pain onto him if he could feel you more.

“You didn’t know. You did what you could to help people. What happened isn’t your fault, it’s--”

He cut himself off, biting his lip as he listened to your sobs. It’s mine, he almost said. He almost let it slip.

“No...” you whined, shaking off his arms to sit back. Your face was swollen from all the hot tears streaming from your eyes, your nose filled to the brim. He searched for a tissue to give you, but you grabbed his hand, shaking your head slowly. “It’s not our fault,” you mumbled, hiccuping and wiping your eyes with your hand.

“It’s not yours either.”

This time, you looked him directly in the eyes.

“We can’t change it anymore,” you stammered, “We can do absolutely nothing, I know.”

Hiding your eyes behind a hand, the other one still holding on to him squeezed his tightly. The moment that he looked into your eyes, he saw all these emotions raging through you. From how angry you were at yourself to the loss you were trying to understand. The you now had never lost a child, but all those memories of happier times and joy had returned too, and now you had to deal with them as well, despite them not entirely being yours. Wave after wave of memory hit your body, every one of them demanding to be felt, to be accepted, and to be worked out. Until then, Asra knew they’d keep tearing you apart. How can one single being endure so much pain?

Sobs turned into sniffles before you lowered your hand again, your eyes duller now, much like when you went into a catatonic state after an emotional shock. But you were still squeezing his hand, and Asra felt terrible for the relief washing over him that you were still conscious and with him. He wouldn’t have known how to deal with you going unresponsive for who-knows-how-long. Life for him always had to go on, even if it seemed to stop for you.

“I just wish we could. Even when I know we can’t do anything, I wish I could turn back the time and make a better decision.”

“Me too,” he whispered, and you looked up at him, though this time it was Asra who was too ashamed to face you. “It’s hard,” he mumbled quietly, trying so badly to hold back.

“It’s unbearable,” you agreed, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him close this time. His hands were shaky as he placed them onto your back, burying his face in your shoulder. It was just so damn hard to be strong when you were that kind, selfless soul you had always been. When you were still the exact same person, even after all that happened, but Asra felt like he was different on so many levels from you now.

It must have been minutes, but it could also have been hours that you two remained holding each other, rocking each other back and forth. Sometimes there was silence, sometimes crying. So many tears were lost in your clothes, but every time either of you thought there couldn’t possibly be more, your body proved you otherwise.

“It’s never going away,” you sighed in one of the calm moments. You were staring outside, your head resting on top of Asra’s while he was only just calming himself. “The baby will always be with us, even if it’s not here.”

What a bittersweet reminder, Asra thought, holding you a bit tighter than before.

“I remember now...” The sniffles returned, and no deep breath you took seemed to keep you from crying. “I was thinking about baby names.”

Letting go of you, Asra leaned back. It was much less hard to face you now after all these bottled-up emotions had been unveiled and left his body with the tears. He could never have told you about how much blame he was giving himself, but Asra believed you knew. And it was the reason that you held him ever so gently.

“Do you want to hear them?” you whispered, and Asra nodded. He already knew there was going to be a name that felt right. The one that fit and connected with the soul of his child. The one that both of you could remember and keep in your hearts.

Asra helped you settle between his legs, leaning back against the wall behind the bed. You snuggled up to him as you slowly began to call out all the names you had come up with. There were a lot you had thought about, and Asra shared his thoughts as they came. Finding a name was unbearably painful still—the loss would never leave either of you. But for the first time, even through tears, you two had to smile as you finally found the name that fit.

Allowing you to acknowledge the first step towards healing.

The first step into your future.

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Hello hello! Could I request a headcanon for what pet names Muriel, Julian, and another (your choice!) Would give the apprentice?

Absolutely, thanks for requesting ♥ I’m just going ahead and say this: I did not look up pet names for the ethnicities that the two are referenced to belong to, I just went with English ones since it’s the language they speak ^^ (Also I only did it for the two, since they are my favorites as well ^^)

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Muriel

❈ Except for a few hairy situations that Muriel called out the apprentice, it’s almost as if their name is a nickname as it is. Once he’s less awkward and more open with them, it’s easier to call out to them, and he uses their name semi-regularly, gaining confidence every time he does. Muriel is introduced to the world of pet names by his s/o, who might be more open to call him something sweet, making him blush red in the beginning still. He doesn’t dislike it, though, no matter how much he grumbles about their names for him.

❈ Eventually, after a few years that the two shared together, Muriel can be softened to use pet names with his lover. The very sweet, basic ones are his go-to, but somewhere along the line, he probably gave them one that was an insider joke to them. (Maybe MC managed to slay a dragon, that would make them Muriel’s ‘little dragon slayer’, or the like.) Nicknames like ‘Dear’ or ‘Hun’ are much more to his liking than long words or constructs since he can softly call out to his s/o and gain their attention. But when Muriel uses them before a kiss, his deep, grumbling voice calling them ‘My Love’, his s/o is sure to melt in his strong arms.

Julian

❈ On the other hand, Julian never had any reservations at all. He uses nicknames liberally and too much, creating a lot of them on the spot. Julian uses them for various reasons, such as: flirting, wanting attention, trying to tell his s/o to leave from an uncomfortable situation, before making an apology when they are mad with him, to boast about them, when he’s drunk, occasionally when they are in a dangerous situation and really have to get out of it, and to tease them. There is nothing that would make him feel too ashamed to use all his silly pet names in public, either.

❈ Julian has an entire repertoire of nicknames to use. From the relatively normal ones like ‘Darling’, ‘Sweetie’, and ‘Babe’ to the more unusual ‘Cutie Pie’, ‘Boo’, “My Beloved’, ‘The light of my life’, ‘My one and only’, and many more. Everything someone can imagine being called, Julian made it into a nickname. However, he’s very peculiar about using his s/o’s real name, whispering it to them as they lay in his arms asleep at night, and speaking it with tears of happiness in his eyes as they say their vows to each other.

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Hello i notice you will close this blog but i was wondering if we ask in the future for Arcana Commission you will take them or na? :0c

Yep, commissions are unaffected. Here's my official fandom list and the Arcana is going to stay on it for a long time I predict.

I love The Arcana and the characters too much to cut them out of my life, it's just that this blog is more of a burden to upkeep and it's affecting my mental health. Even if the blog is closed, if I ever feel like it, I'll just post here again, but I don't take requests anymore so I don't have to worry or stress myself ^^

Thanks for asking!

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Hi, new follower here and have recently had gotten into the arcana. I’m not sure if you’re still taking requests for any of the arcana characters or not. But if you are, can you please do au nadia x fem!mc? Like what their life and jobs would be like. You can add some cute fluff if you like -bubbleline anon

Thanks for the request ^-^

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❈ I think there is no question that Nadia would become the CEO of a company, probably a daughter company to the one of her parents. She has to build it up again since the old CEO (Lucio) kind of let it go to waste. She’s swamped with work and difficult decisions, but she has a trustworthy assistant to keep her on schedule, and once she’s in work mode, Nadia stays completely focused all throughout the day until she finally tears herself out of it when it’s already dark outside.

❈ That said, she still very much organizes her routines. It’s just that nothing works without a routine for her, so she’s very strict on it, and aside from her job that requires quick thinking, she likes to take it easy when she doesn’t have to be so serious all the time. She gets up, wakes herself with yoga/meditation/sport, takes a shower, and heads off to her favorite tea shop before work, where she usually picks up something for herself and Portia. It keeps her grounded to have so much control about her morning at least, and at night she spoils herself with food (if she didn’t eat already), a bath, and a good read or some tinkering.

❈ It works all very well for her, though her company is still struggling, which worries her greatly, and she gets headaches all the time from the stress until the tea shop hires a new girl. It’s almost as if Nadia forgot how to interact with people for a second there. Her mind is very much affected by the new appearance, and she acts on autopilot, seemingly a bit awkward around the new hire. But she really, really wishes to stay a bit longer to talk and not run off into another annoying meeting instead, even though that’s not possible. The newbie returns her smile brightly after handing Nadia her cup, and Nadia can’t help but grin for the rest of the day. From that day onwards, she comes into the office a bit less stressed and smiling more.

❈ Over time, it gets much better between the two, and confident as Nadia is, she isn’t shy to give compliments and tips. Great tips. Tips that speak for themselves, really. Nadia is overjoyed when the cashier finally opens up and speaks more casually about everyday life and occurrences. They find things they have in common, which is great information for Nadia, who was waiting for an opportunity. Living in a big city, there are always events around that would interest Nadia’s crush, and she shows up with an invitation one day, saying it might be a little weird to ask her out, but if she’d like, Nadia would be happy about the company. Their relationship blossoms from there.

❈ Even though her life gets turned upside-down, Nadia isn’t unhappy about the changes that come with a partner. Waking up with her is much more bliss than she could imagine, and having someone to share her late-night dinners with is bringing her so much joy and relaxation. Nadia loves to support her s/o’s passions and always makes sure she isn’t lacking anything. New shoes because the job has worn out the old ones? Nadia will make room in her schedule to go shoe shopping with her partner. Nadia’s s/o feeling down? Going home early for a change and bringing some takeout from her favorite shop shouldn’t be a problem. She knows that her partner would do the same for her, and she loves to be picked up from work, leaving proudly, hand-in-hand, and saying her goodbyes for the day. They stick together in the good and bad times, stressful work-related things, and annoying family situations—they master them all. And yet, even after years, Nadia still wakes up smiling when she sees her s/o’s face first thing in the morning.

#nadia #Countess Nadia #nadia satrinava #The Arcana #The Arcana game #The Arcana imagine #The Arcana headcanons #The Arcana scenarios #The Arcana Oneshot #The Arcana fanfiction #The Arcana imagines #the arcana nadia #nadia the arcana

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Hello! Question are you still accepting prompts, if so I was hoping to request a tickle war with Julian with an MC who’s equally very ticklish as he is, please & thank you 🥺

Thanks for requesting ^-^ This turned out more hurt/comfort than I wanted lol

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The elongated “No!” got caught by and quickly turned into laughter. There was little to no regard for the clothes in the way, shirt buttons popping open and hands crawling over bare skin in an attempt to not be caught by two other hands trying to catch them. It was a highly important mission. A sport.

War.

“Not there!” Julian squealed, delighted yet already exhausted from being tickled. Your hands slipped under the fabric, by his chest, and to his sides, where you kept tickling up and down to get your revenge. It had all started with a harmless foot massage until your mischievous boyfriend decided to add some spice to it. He was now—not unhappily so—paying the price for using your trust to tickle you.

Tears filled his eyes, his sweet, hoarse laughter filling every corner of the room. He was a sight for the gods, disheveled but full of joy as he laid beneath you, with your hips straddling him, which gained you the upper hand. Julian had so many sweet spots, but he was especially prone to his sides where there was little hair to keep you from teasing his skin with your fingertips, sending goosebumps and shivers over his body.

He knew exactly what he was doing when he decided to attack the sensitive area under your feet. It had been his plan all along, and he lured you with the offer of a massage only to make you laugh. It wasn’t your preferred spot, but you were equally surprised, just like you would have if he had tickled you beneath your chin or armpits. With a grin, he kept tickling you until you were kicking and twisting in his grip, but the fatal mistake was Julian being just too easy to lure. A little pleading, a bit of a doe eye, and he was all yours.

Yours to hug like a monkey and flip him over and under you.

Now it was his turn to endure the tickling. Not really an activity you two often enjoyed, so you had almost forgotten how fun it was. With him being so sensitive, he must have felt every fingertip against his body, making him wind himself like a worm under you, calling out but mostly laughing and giggling as you kept teasing him.

“Mercy!” he laughed, stretching out his arms. You thought you were prepared for any kind of attack he could possibly attempt, a grin on your lips as you were expecting his counter. But instead, Julian cupped your cheeks, lifting himself to crash into your lips with his. Unfair, you thought, melting into his kiss before finally lowering your hands to return the affection.

Before long, he brought you down with him, letting you rest on his chest, you two enjoying the fading giggles together with your kiss. “Mercy, please,” he mumbled against your mouth, and you grinned.

“You lose!” you declared triumphantly, gaining some more husky laughs from your boyfriend. Julian was quite out of breath, and when you slid your hands over his body again tenderly, he jumped from your touch, cheeks flushing red, almost expecting the tickling to start again. But you had already won, no need to torture him beyond that. 

“Truth be told, I don’t mind losing to you at all,” he admitted, getting an approving kiss from you this time. “Can’t remember the last time I laughed so much, though.”

“Me neither,” you agreed, realizing you were feeling a lot better now after the short but sweet tickle war with him. Lately, you’ve been working from morning till night, barely making it home and passing out right away. You two didn’t have much time together whenever the seasons changed, and people required more from you both, Julian being a doctor and you having the only convenient all-purpose magical store in town.

“We should do this more often,” Julian suggested, and you agreed with a nod.

Smirking, you tapped your fingertips against his sides again, basking in the glory of his voice ringing out. “But not so soon!” he laughed, and you joined in gleefully.

Spent, both of you snuggled up, his arms around you so warm and comforting they could almost lull you off to sleep right away. But what good would that be?

“Thank you,” you whispered, very much aware he initiated all of this to cheer you up. Tomorrow certainly would be another long, partly annoying, partly fun day. But who were you to complain, knowing your boyfriend was always looking forward to brightening it up in the end.

“No need to thank me,” he whispered back, rubbing your back and kissing the top of your head. And finally, you allowed your eyes to close, ready to recharge your energy while there were a million thankful and happy butterflies in your stomach.

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I’d like to request that same prompt about “MC appearing as the ideal beauty but LI describes how they really look” that the last post was about, but with Muriel, if that wouldn’t be too much, I found that concept really interesting!

Oh, I loved that concept too! Thanks for requesting Muri :3 (Prev. Post)

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❈ Other than the other LI, Muriel isn’t often subjected to outside opinions of the MC. He sometimes heard from Asra about strange encounters, but Muriel mostly shrugged it off. Sometimes he’d get this weird feeling as if something was off about them. Yet, Muriel always finds a way to explain it with the powers in the forest, him being tired, or maybe his eyes playing tricks on him. But in the end, he never asks them about it.

❈ That is, until one night when they sit at the campfire, and there is a strange glow around them. Not just the light of the fire hitting them, but something that doesn’t seem to belong, like an aura surrounding their body. It might actually be the first time he very abruptly and without asking, touches the MC, making them jump in surprise. Muriel wonders if his presence can scare the strange feeling sticking to them off, but while he is trying to explain his actions without freaking them out, Muriel realizes there’s something wrong going on, worrying him.

❈ He eventually finds a rune to temporarily help against evil, giving it to them. All while the MC remains very confused about his actions. Nothing visibly changes, but the aura he’s been seeing disperses, and the MC also breathes a sigh of relief as it does, still not knowing what is going on but stating it feels like a weight was lifted. Muriel is a bit awkward about telling them what he saw, but he gets to the point rather quickly, and it’s up to the MC to nervously ask him what he’s seeing while clutching the rune in their hands.

❈ It’s definitely not a question he expected, but he answers it quickly and superficially. Looks have never concerned Muriel much, so it feels somewhat weird to describe the MC now. It makes him almost a bit too aware of all their beautiful features and tiny scars and marks on them. He’s tempted to touch them, almost fearing these marks that make them so very much the MC could disappear under his touch. Then, they hand the rune back, and strangely enough, despite the aura returning, his view of them doesn’t change. However, there is a change in the MC, who now continues to ask him about their features, what he sees and how they look like, surprise and relief coming over them as Muriel continues to describe them accurately.

❈ Latest by then, Muriel knows something isn’t right, and he’s eagerly listening as they explain their condition. It gets quiet for a while before he suggests they visit Asra in the morning. And that they will find something to lift the curse, even if he has to make a hundred of these runes to help them. The MC agrees quietly, a little awkward, a little ashamed, but Muriel takes their hand in his, squeezing it lightly. Without looking at them, he promises that this doesn’t change anything for him and thanks them for being honest about it.

#Muriel #The Arcana #The Arcana game #The Arcana imagine #The Arcana headcanons #The Arcana scenarios #The Arcana Oneshot #The Arcana fanfiction #The Arcana imagines #muriel the arcana #the arcana muriel

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Hi, I love your work! Can I please get a headcannon of an mc pregnant with Asra's child? Like, describe how Asra would take care of mc, fluffy pregnancy cuddles™, how he'd act during labor, etc, please!

Parenting fluff is always good :3

≿————————   ❈  ————————≾   ❈ After the initial, “Really? We’re really having a baby?” Asra opens up his arms and lifts his s/o in them, kissing their cheeks and neck until they try to break free again. Ultimately, it ends his journeys, and he’s delighted to stay with his s/o in Vesuvia for the pregnancy, but he can’t wait to share the news. Asra is way too excited, almost ruining the surprises as he wants to tell everyone immediately, jumping and laughing all the way to his friends and family, but in the end, he keeps his cool, letting his partner be the one to share the news. Still, he’s extremely happy about all the congratulations and hugs he’s receiving, thanking everyone from the bottom of his heart. It means the most to him, though, to tell his parents and Muriel, seeing the tears in their eyes, and Muriel heaving a joyful sigh and even wearing a smile as the pregnancy is revealed.

❈ However, after the excitement and joy, it’s also time to rest for his s/o. Asra only realizes how worn-out he is too from running around and being merry, and now more than happy to settle next to his partner. They have their first, deep conversation about how excited yet nervous they feel. How much there is to prepare and what all they will need, which is, quite frankly, overwhelming for both of them. Still, he calmly takes his lover’s hand in his, like the many times he’ll be their tower of strength in this time, bringing it to his lips for a kiss before settling it on his chest, telling them that the worries can wait for the next day.

❈ Said next day, Asra starts with reading up on pregnancy, learning about herbs and potions that will help with the pains and how to process them. Even if it’s still too early for any of those pains, it’ll be good if he stocks up on these things and learns how he can mend their aches in the future already for when they will come around. He’s also practicing foot massages, and his partner definitely isn’t complaining. There’s also the matter of building a crib and getting toys. Asra finds himself out with Muriel a good few times, the two of them gathering wood and talking, Asra being able to confide in Muriel when it comes to worries or fears he can’t yet tell his partner about. Muriel makes a lot of wooden figurines at that time. More than usual, almost one of every animal he knows and ready to gift the kid when the time is right.

❈ Though they won’t be constrained to his naturally occurring worries, Asra likes to make sure he gets to carry the heavy loads when they go to the market. He also sends them to sit down after standing a long time behind the shop counter. He wouldn’t want them to feel like they can’t do anything anymore, but when he sees them struggle (especially in the later stages), it breaks his heart, and Asra is glad to help them where he can. His urges are always careful and well-meant, even though they might annoy his s/o. Still, Asra is always there to hold their hand when they need him to, never complaining and always smiling.

❈ Especially in the later stages of the pregnancy, both of them slowly retire from working, enjoying the better times of his s/o being pregnant with walks and lots of cuddles. They meditate quietly together with and for their child as well, and Asra is overjoyed over every kick or punch he gets to feel, even though it also makes him feel bad when his partner seems pained by it. On the worse days, he brings them snacks, always filling up their plate again and running to get what they crave, as well as make them herbal tea and soothe their aches with his magic. The deep talks never stopped, even though sometimes they are just funny scenarios the two of them envision will happen to them as parents. They also range to arrangements and plans for when the baby is finally there and prepare each other for the role of being a parent.

❈ And then, it’s finally time, and all they talked about goes haywire. But, the stress is short-lived when Asra is finally handed his newborn, sitting by his partner’s bedside. He held his partner’s hand all throughout delivery, encouraging them and taking their pain as his when he can, but it’s all worth it in the end. All the worries that new parents get are suddenly pushed in the back of their minds as the baby settles in his arms, holding his finger tightly. It’s like he suddenly knows he’ll be a good parent, just for the sake of protecting and loving this tiny, dependant being that will accompany him for the rest of his life in his heart. It can do no wrong, but he’ll make sure his child grows up strong and healthy, always loved and surrounded by friends and family.

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Requests CLOSED!

Hey guys!

I think we had it a long time coming, but I ended up falling out of love with the game. It’s never an easy decision to make but that also affects this blog and as it is, I will close it. I looked at my requests and deleted most of them. A handful I kept because I kinda want to write those after all and I will do just that this month before officially closing this blog.

Asks stay open for chats & questions until I am done with my requests.

There’s no need to panic, the blog will not be deleted but the pressure of always seeing the unanswered requests and disappointing you guys is too much to bear, so I will close it officially and allow myself some peace of mind.

There will be an official post and I will keep my sentiments for that one, but I wanted to give this as a heads-up! If you’d like to keep following me and read my writing, I have a mutli-fandom blog where you can also send requests to: @rhomsfanfic As well as a specifically yandere blog: @yandere-sins

I’d be happy to see you guys on either of those! ♥

Until then, please look forward to the last requests and thank you for being here with me ♥

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I'm not into the game but ngl I was reading your stories you're a really good writer.

Wowie, that's pretty cool to hear! Thank you for reading, I am really glad you enjoy it! ♥

If you want to see other stuff from me, feel free to request it on my multifandom blog @rhomsfanfic :D Maybe there’s something there for you :3

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Could I ask for a scenario in which Asra’s S/O becomes suddenly very ill, and decides to take care of them. It can be as angsty or as fluffy as you like. Thank you!

Your coughing boomed through the whole store as another fit overcame you. Asra’s expression turned grim as he took a peek over his shoulder at you in the bad while waiting for the hot water to finally boil. Your condition was more than concerning, even though Julian had confirmed it would just take a few days to be back on track again.

However, that didn’t stop Asra from feeling very helpless in this whole situation. He wasn’t even sure if he was doing you a favor with bitter herbs and stale bread to eat. Even if he had extensively looked up teas that would help you fight the illness, he wasn’t that confident in his brewing abilities, ready to fight the teapot again, should it erupt like in his younger years.

“Asra…” he heard you wheeze suddenly, making him flinch. Turning around and stumbling over his own feet, he was by the side of your bed in mere seconds, immediately holding your hand close that you reached out for him. A wry smile decorated your lips as you looked at him, before suddenly turning grim, your body jumping repeatedly as another cough hit your hard in the lungs.

He waited patiently until it finally stopped, his heart throbbing at the sight of the pained expression. Even if you’d eventually recover it was very clear how hurtful it must be for you to be in this condition. “What is it, love?” he asked, tenderly circling his thumb over the back of your hand, trying to smile encouragingly as you looked back at him.

“Can I have some water?” you whispered, mouth dry and lungs stinging when they filled with fresh air. “Of course,” he replied, separating one hand from the hold he had on yours to reach for the carafe on the bedside table. Refilling your glass he placed the jug down again, picking up and bringing the glass to your mouth. He supported your body to sit up a little, holding on the glass while you took a few sips in your own speed.

A small sigh escaped your lips and Asra rushed upwards to set down the water and also replace the pillows under your back, making sure you’d lay a little taller and more comfortable. Once you were settled back in bed, you mouthed a small thank you before closing your eyes again, trying to rest. He brushed away your bangs, giving you a kiss on the forehead which made you sigh pleasantly, as it was a comfortable feeling against your fever-ridden head.

Quitely pacing through the room, Asra opened the windows, making sure that no draft would hit you badly before returning to the stove, finding the water to be finally boiling and the salamander already sleeping underneath, still radiating warmth. He quickly picked up the kettle filling it into two of your unique mugs, one of them he carried to you, the other he kept to himself.

Even if it had only been minutes since you laid back down, you had already fallen asleep again. However, you woke up, smelling the unique flower that unfolded in the hot water. “That smells nice…” you sighed, slowly opening your eyes and reaching for the mug. Asra, of course, wouldn’t let you hold it alone, knowing you felt at a loss of strength because of the sickness, and you were thankful that you wouldn’t spill any of the hot beverage over you thanks to him.

“Good?” he asked, nipping on his own cup a few times while he assisted you. “Very,” you hummed, letting him set the mugs aside once you were finished. “Is there anything I can do for you right now?” he asked. Even if he wouldn’t admit it, by the way he rubbed his hands over his thighs, seemingly as if he’d dust off some dirt from his trousers, you know he was worried. Worried sick, one could say.

“Hm…” you hummed thoughtfully. There was a small glint in his eyes as he sensed a chance to be useful to you in your time of need. It was almost adorable how he looked at you, like a puppy waiting to be petted. “Nothing, really…” you finally said, figuratively seeing his puppy ears flop at the disappointment.

You let out a hoarse laugh, coughing a little as your lungs tried to recover from the sudden laughing. Stretching out your arms towards him, you could watch his mind peak in interest. “Can I have some of you then?” you asked sweetly, watching his mouth curl into a sheepish grin. Asra was quick to slip under the blanket on your other side, carefully laying one arm around you, trying not to apply any pressure and you gladly wrapped your own arms around his torso in a hug.

“I sleep best when you are next to me,” you sighed blissfully.

“Then I guess, I’ll stay until you are well rested,” he replied, kissing the top of your head.

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I have two more free slots this month ♥ Message me if you are interested in a custom piece ♥

Hey! I am happy to announce I will be taking writing commissions from now on!

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Additional things might be added upon being encountered as there really isn’t much I feel like not being able to do at the moment!

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♣ Boku no Hero Academia / My Hero Academia ♣ The Arcana ♣ Danganronpa (All Games) ♣ Obey Me! (Shall we date?) ♣ Haikyuu!! ♣ Jujutsu Kaisen ♣ Hades (Game) ♣ Dragon Age Inquisition ♣ The Witcher 3/Netflix Adaption ♣ Kissed by the baddest bidder (Voltage inc.) ♣ Magi: The Labyrinth of Magic ♣ Fire Emblem Three Houses ♣ Pokémon SWSH (Game)

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I think once I get better at dynamic anatomy and male figures in general I'll have a go at it. I just don't trust myself right now. I am so hyper critical that any tiny mistake will seem so much worse to me - Light anon

Okay, that sounds like a good plan anon! ^-^ Hang in there!

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This isn't a request, I was drawing and listening to music when my playlist cycled to "I see the light" from tangled. And all I could imagine for Eugene's part was Lucio, when he's on the up and starting to learn to care for others realizing that he loves MC. I just think the song fits him and MC very well and I wish I had the drawing skills to make an animatic of it tbh.

oooh I only ever see Julian being associated with anything concerning Tangled, so this is a cool take! Also I feel like you should totally go for it! Go for what excites you, there is no limitation to learning new skills and improving on what you have! Just make the first steps :3 I’d love to see it!

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@thedevilprobs 2nd part! Please enjoy!! ♥

Struggling a little, you climbed onto the fallen tree, being thankful for Muriel’s outstretched arms that took you by the waist and helped you down again. Even though you loved walking through the woods with him and Inanna, someone from his build had it much easier to conquer all these obstacles in the way.

Linking your arm with his, the two walked through the thick vines and brushed around your feet. Even though the forest was only lit by the sun shining lightly through the petals of the tree, you could still make out the black wolf in the distance, sniffing and running in a circling motion around you.

You felt safe with Muriel and Inanna, both of them keeping you from any harm and making sure you wouldn’t have to face anything bad. Every now and then, the two of you stopped so that Muriel could repair or replace one of the many protective charms that were spread throughout the woods and you’d watch him.

However, you couldn’t suppress the laugh when Inanna emerged from the bushes, a way to big branch of a tree in her mouth. If it wasn’t for her hight and your knowledge that she was a wolf, you could have thought her to be a playful, little puppy. You quickly got up to take the end of the branch that stuck out far and was dragged over the ground.

“Muriel, look!” you called for your boyfriend, who immediately turned towards you, the charm he was working on still in his big hands. You and Inanna proudly stretched the branch upwards as far as her neck allowed, showing it off to Muriel, who only gave you two a confused glance.

“A stick?” he asked, quickly wrapping up his work to focus on you two. “I think Inanna wants to play fetch!” you blurted out before giggling to the wolf seemingly nodding her head up and down. “Huh…” Muriel muttered, a soft smile crossing his lips as he approached you two.

Petting her over the head, he took the stick from her mouth and your hand, holding out his other hand to you. After wiping your hands quickly on your clothes, you took his gesture, tangling your fingers with his, as the three of you made your way out of the thicket, an open space unfolding before you.

There were a lot of flowers growing on the clearance and suddenly, you felt the need to sit down and have a break. Leaving Muriel some space, you sat down into the grass, feeling the soft mix of mud and greenery envelope you. You watched the tall man taking a big swing, shooting the branch up into the air and forward, Inanna on its tail, running like the wind.

Dutifully, she dragged the stick back every time, and it went back and forth for a while. Watching them, your thoughts trailed off as you unconsciously started to pick up flowers from the ground, weaving them together. Certainly, you weren’t as good as your boyfriend when it came to all the handcrafts, but you managed to make two pretty little crowns, incredibly proud of yourself.

You waited a while longer, watching how Inanna got more and more tired, panting heavily. Muriel was quick to understand the signs too, and after another and another throw of the branch, he nodded into your direction, Inanna letting out a soft howl and trotting over to you.

Taking the flower crown off your lap, she flopped down next to you, replacing them with her head, letting you crawl her behind the ears. Muriel placed the stick aside, not noticing the accessories you had made as he sat down next to you, ruffling her fur affectionately. Taking out one of the crowns you put it on her head, announcing it with, “Tada!”

Muriel chuckled softly at the sight, brushing his fingers over the petals. “Very pretty,” he muttered, smiling contently at the wolf. Inanna only wagged her tail lightly, watching you two from her big, yellow eyes. “Muri?” you asked sweetly, making him focus his attention to you. “Hm?” he replied.

“Can you lean forward for me?” you asked, watching him nod and bow his head to you. Swiftly, you placed the second crown on his top, chuckling lightly. It was too cute for you when he leaned back, trying to see onto his own head. “Ah, thanks,” he mumbled, a red hue on his cheeks as he avoided his eyes.

“Now you are my flower prince,” you laughed lightly, beaming him a big smile. The blush intensified on his face and he shot you nervous glances, wringing with his fingers. You reached out, placing your own hand on top of his affectionately, letting out a satisfied sigh. Muriel watched your hand for a while as you drew circles over his skin, until he leaned forward, sheepishly planting a kiss on your temple.

“Thanks…” he whispered, and you couldn’t help the heat rising into your head too as you gave him another bright smile.

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Ouf, I hope you are the same anon? But I am glad you liked them and thanks for coming back and specifying! (I don’t like writing one sentence bullets, but I think it’s such a massive wall of text if I make all 6 chars into one post so I had to split it, also I need posts to keep the queue running if I am low on requests. Sorry for the confusion, but that’s also how I’ll do it in the future fyi!)

Asra

Asra is in a good mood through and through. You can hear him hum a merry tune as he takes off his jacket and/or scarf, hanging them up before disappearing in the bathroom real quick. He doesn’t seem bothered by the fact that you are watching him in confusion as he even cleans up your home a bit, before flopping down onto the bed and sighing blissfully

Keeping him company, you’ll ask what he thought of the visit and if he likes your family. Asra will turn over, latching on you from his position while humming out thoughtfully. He’ll admit to you while nuzzling his face into your lap, that he really expected them to not like him. Though he adds immediately that he likes them very much and he loved hearing your childhood stories too. Giving you some puppy eyes, he’ll ask if he can bring them some herbs next time and if you go visit them again soon, so he can tag along

Julian

You still have the image of your family saying goodbye to Julian and kissing him cheek to cheek before you left, and it sends good vibes through your body, knowing they accept him. Other than you however, is your boyfriend, sprawled out on the bed in Mazelinka’s home, whining like a child for you to finally come over and hug him

Don’t worry though, he’s okay. Maybe a little exhausted and in desperate need of your attention and affection. After all, he somehow managed to swallow all his nervosity and then play the funny guy all evening long, Julian just wants to cuddle you now and hear that he’s done a good job. But once you two are settled in, he’ll admit, in the darkness of the night, that it was a lot of fun and he’s glad he got to meet them, thanking you for bringing him into your family and life

Muriel

It’s not like he’s talking much all the way home, but you can figure by the way he holds your hand tenderly, and how his expression seems less wrinkly than normally, that Muriel is actually in a good mood and not to overwhelmed by the evening. He certainly did his best to fit in with your family and your parents grew quite fond of him too, even letting him show them how to whittle

However, he’s still a little tense, even when he gets back to the hut with you. Muriel will simply shrug off everything he’s wearing and go to great Inanna, telling her a bit about what happened at your families home. You can only grasp some of the words he’s saying, his voice getting very quiet when you are passing by, but you could swear that you heard words like “fun” and “not so bad people” fall from his lips. That’s really all you need to hear too, finally taking a deep breath and letting your own nervousness disappear from your muscles before settling down next to him and reach for his hand to hold

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