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“It’s a beautiful day to die,” Julian sighs, stretching luxuriously in the light of the sun filled market. 

“Babe,” you sigh, looking over your shoulder at him, “Do you have to say that every time we go out and it’s a nice day?” 

“I’m just commenting on the weather,” he says blithely, smiling his usual roguish smile and sauntering after you. “It’d be awful to die on a rainy day, wouldn’t it? All muddy and slick and damp.” 

“I worry about you,” you tell him as you both weave through the crowd, Julian latching onto your hand as you’re almost separated by a large cart of fruits being maneuvered through the street. 

“And I’m so glad to hear it,” he says, dropping a kiss on the top of your head and giving your hand a soft squeeze. 

#Hey Look #I'm Alive #Julian Devorak #Ilya Devorak #The Arcana #The Arcana Game #imagine-the-arcana

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Hi I hope you know your pretty great and I hope you have a good day!!!

Thank you so much!! I hope you have a great day, too. 💖

#puffthetrex #imagine-the-arcana

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Imagine Asra coming home one frigid winter day to find you and Faust both curled up together under layers of blankets, huddled as close to the stove as you can get.

“So does this mean you’re a snake, or Faust is a person?” he asks teasingly as he comes to cuddle up with you. “Because I’m seeing some strong similarities between you two.”

“Don’t be rude,” you tell him from amid your pile of blankets, “Faust is clearly a person. How dare you suggest otherwise.”

“Oh, yes, of course,” he says, his smile becoming a smirk as Faust lifts her head drowsily from beneath a blanket. “How silly of me.”

#Asra #The Arcana Game #The Arcana #imagine-the-arcana

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Not an imagine, but got my new phone case and grip today and the Asra/Faust vibes are off the chart.

#Asra #The Arcana #The Arcana Game #These are the things I spend my hard earned grown up money on. #imagine-the-arcana

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Any thoughts on how Asra and Lucio deal with MC having the worlds coldest hands? Like holding hands with them is like holding an ice pack

Asra: Gently holds MC’s hands under his shirt against his chest, casting spells to warm their fingers as he tells them that having them beside him warms his heart so much he’s able to share that warmth with them. Whenever this makes MC roll their eyes, he grins and gives them a kiss on the nose. If it’s a particularly cold evening he sets up a collection of pillows and blankets in front of the stove salamander and they curl up together holding hands.

Lucio: Loudly and falsely claims that his heart is already so cold he can’t tell that MC’s hands are cold, even as he shivers all over anytime they hold hands with his non-metal arm. Anytime MC asks if their hands are too cold he sneers his trademark Lucio sneer and scoffs. MC has offered to wear gloves or mittens but he always seems offended by the suggestion that he isn’t manly enough to handle the cold and launches into stories of when he was younger living in the frozen wilderness. 

#Asra #Lucio #The Arcana #The Arcana Game #imagine-the-arcana #manic-pixie-cryptid

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AAAAAJJHHKRHDIEJDJD I'M PLAYING FOR THE FIRST TIME AND I'VE ONLY FINISHED W ASRA AND I'M PLAYING JULIAN AND THIS IS THE FIRST TIME I'VE CRIED OVER A FICTIONAL CHARACTER I DIDN'T EXPECT THESE EMOTIONS FROM THIS FUCKER SOMEONE HELP ME

Welcome to the club, fam. Get ready for a wild ride and be prepared to feel all the feelings, because they’re all there. Every single one of them. Prep the tissues and the chocolate because you’re gonna need it. 

#Welcome to the Club #It's a wonderfully horrible and horribly wonderful place. #Asra is bae and Julian is baby and I love them both. #Beautiful Precious Babes #The Arcana #The Arcana Game #imagine-the-arcana #crystalstarships

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Imagine Julian suddenly becoming increasingly protective over you, more so than he usually already is.

At first you think it's sweet, though you admit you're a little bemused by the sudden rise in his need to watch out for you almost 24/7. He starts cooking more often, which is both sweet and sometimes disastrous, and frequently pops in during the day to check on you, even though you know he's busy with patients and you're often helping Asra in the shop. But then he seems to be getting less sleep and, given that you've already had many a discussion with him regarding his sleeping habits, his overprotectiveness becomes significantly less sweet. Especially when you have to assert your own protectiveness to keep him from walking right in the path of a merchant's cart one day while you're both out on the town.

Your heart is still going a mile a minute as you drag him to the curb by a shirt sleeve and all but shove him to the ground, glaring down at him with hands on hips as he blinks up at you in tired confusion.

"What is going on?" you demand.

"What?" he asks, feigning innocence, but he bites his lower lip and won't meet your eyes.

"Jules," you say sternly. "Come on, you've been hovering like crazy lately, you haven't been sleeping, and you just about got run over a second ago!"

"The cart was in my blind spot!" he says indignantly.

You raise an eyebrow. "You looked right at it."

He's biting his lower lip again. "My patch slipped."

"Ilya," you sigh.

He goes quiet for a moment, staring up at you with a tortured look of uncertainty on his face.

"When were you going to tell me about the baby?" he blurts finally.

You blink. "The what?"

"The baby," he says.

"...What baby?"

"I heard you telling Pasha," he says, still speaking in a rush, "The other day when you two were in the garden together! I heard you telling her you were going to have to be especially careful with the baby from now on! I'm a doctor, and your husband! Why didn't you tell me?"

You stare at him. "Oh my gods, Ilya..."

"What? As the father of your child, I think I should have a right to know--"

"I'm not pregnant, Ilya, I was talking about YOU!" you exclaim as you burst out laughing. "You're the baby!"

He blinks his good eye at you. "Why am I the baby?"

"Because you're clumsy and silly and adorable and an idiot and I love you," you sigh, still giggling. "I was talking to her about how you hadn't been sleeping sometimes when I was away or getting enough to eat because you work so hard and she said you're like a baby sometimes and so I said that's fine because you're MY baby."

"...So...I'm not a father?"

He looks so disappointed you can't help yourself. You get down on the ground beside him, slide your arms around his neck, and kiss him very thoroughly before leaning in to whisper in his ear.

"Not yet, but we could change that."

#Julian Devorak #Ilya Devorak #The Arcana #The Arcana Game #imagine-the-arcana

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Give me the eyebrow man

Welcome! We have several excellent options for available eyebrow men.

Bastard Eyebrow Man:

Clearly uses too much brow liner. (Probably stole it from Nadia.)

A+ coordinating with eyeliner look.

Couldn’t decide if “wings sharp enough to slit a man’s throat” applied to eyebrows, eyeliner, or both.

Dramatic AF

Tol Eyebrow Man:

100% Naturally Thicc Brows

Has an obscene amount of control over his eyebrows.

He WILL waggle them, unironically, and you WILL be charmed.

Has burned at least one, maybe both, eyebrows off at one point or another. No regrets.

Soft Eyebrow Man:

Soft

Fluffy

Beautiful

Eyebrows

Brooding Eyebrow Man:

Eyebrows are good for Two Things: Brooding, and Intimidating. 

If they’re not crinkled together in a perpetual state of dismal resignation as you contemplate your many unpardonable sins, you’re doing it wrong. 

If they’re not furrowed together in a severe line, striking primal fear into the hearts of small, wayward apprentices, you are also doing it wrong.

The key is to look like you are judging everyone around you, but you’re actually judging yourself.

The Best Eyebrows in all Vesuvia (Wo)Man

Look, she will outman any man any day of any week at anything. Especially eyebrows.

She didn’t become Countess of Vesuvia just to have Lucio convince people he knew how to do his eyebrows before he married her.

That arch tho.

Sass Level in a single eyebrow raise is over 9000

THE Eyebrow Man:

Perfection

We all know this is actually who you meant. We just wanted to give the other guys a sporting chance.

#You're Welcome #The Arcana #Lucio #Julian #Ilya #Asra #Muriel #Nadia #Eyebrow Man #imagine-the-arcana #ironfaerie

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Hello! Never done this before but I was wondering if you could write a little spiel about what Nadia would do if MC (female apprentice) had asthma and had an asthma attack, whether from stress or a trigger like incense or pollen? That probably sounds super weird but I have asthma and I’ve always kind of wondered how the MC’s partner would react to that/what they would do

Not weird at all! I hope my depiction of an asthma attack is okay. My brother used to have really bad asthma as a kid but it’s been a long time since I’ve actually seen him have an actual attack so I might be getting some or all of the details wrong, but I hope you like it! I wrote it as 2nd person, which I hope is okay. Also, this ended up being super long, so I’m putting it under the Read More cut. Let me know what you think! 

You had always told Nadia that you adored Vesuvia. Which was true. Most of the time. You loved the smells of the market, the colors of the fabric awnings over every stall, the chatter of the people, the gleaming sight of the palace off in the distance. You loved the warmth of the sunshine in the town square in springtime. The quiet gurgling of the fountain. Even the odd echoes that boomed occasionally from the abandoned coliseum. What you didn’t love were the flowers. They were pretty, sure. But pretty didn’t mean a lot when a wayward sniff was enough to send your lungs into spasms and leave you wheezing with your eyes streaming. Like now. 

Portia was in a panic, hands fluttering helplessly as you doubled over a little ways away from the spice dealer’s stall. Normally the spices wouldn’t be a problem, but the dealer had gotten a large delivery of some exotic, aromatic flower from her son that morning as a birthday present, and had them put proudly on display at the front of her stall. You hadn’t seen them in time and in the process of sniffing some fresh spices to check which ones you needed for Nadia’s tea, you’d accidentally gotten a bit too friendly with the flowers. The pollen wasn’t like anything in Vesuvia, and had immediately lodged itself in your nostrils and throat and caused a coughing fit, which was now making it near impossible to breathe as your asthma acted up.

Portia was trying to stay calm, but the harder you coughed, and the more difficulty you clearly had getting another breath, the more frantic she became. The spice dealer was behind you, looking terrified as she called for help. Meanwhile, you remained doubled over, hands braced hard on your knees, trying to take at least one, deep, full breath, and failing.

"I’m so sorry,” the spice dealer was wailing, clearly distraught, "I didn’t realize the flowers would be a problem!”

You tried to wave at her to signal it wasn’t her fault, but even just turning towards her, mid-cough, seemed to make it that much worse. You were getting light headed trying to catch your breath, but the coughing just wouldn’t stop, and your stomach was starting to cramp from the effort. Portia was speaking rapidly with the dealer, trying to figure out the best thing to do, not sure she could get you safely back to the palace in time, especially with you in such a state.

Abruptly, the crowd around you seemed to quiet, and you became very vaguely aware of a warm hand on your heaving back. A commanding yet gentle voice spoke very close to your ear, and your stomach gave a much less unpleasant lurch as you recognized Nadia’s voice.

“Bring that here. Yes, and make sure the water is cool, not hot!”

You lost track of what was happening for a moment as you wheezed and strained for air, but then a cool cloth was pressed over the back of your neck, your head was forced lower, bowing almost to your knees, and something cool and ceramic was placed over your nose and mouth.

“Breathe deep,” Nadia instructed, her warm voice speaking right into your ear.

You obeyed, because even if your present state there was no way to deny the Countess. A cool, lightly scented vapor seemed to seep from the object over your mouth into your lungs, and immediately you felt the spasms in your chest and stomach ease as your coughing quieted.

“Again,” Nadia murmured, her hand rubbing warm, soothing circles over your back. “Deep and slow. That’s it…”

You did it again, and the coughing stopped altogether. You blinked watering eyes open as you gasped lungfuls of air, feeling a little like you’d just resurfaced from underwater. Your brain was hazy, and you felt unbelievably dizzy, but Nadia’s arms were around you and refused to let go, even as you staggered slightly upon righting yourself. The ceramic something was taken away, and Nadia led you gently off towards the palace, Portia hurrying in your wake, the spice dealer calling endless apologies after you.

“Well now,” Nadia sighed, sounding weary but relieved as you two entered the palace, her hands tight around yours, “I’d say we need to make sure the next time you go out that you take Dr. Devorak’s little porta-breather with you.”

You looked up at her as she smiled a little tightly back. Her eyes were bright with concern, and she looked you over intently as she led you into her chambers, dismissing Portia at the door.

“P-porta-breather?” you repeated, your voice slightly raspy.

“That is what he calls it,” she sighed, settling you on the bed before drifting away briefly to collect a tray of tea and sandwiches. “He said he’d considered calling it an ‘inhaler’ or something similar but decided he liked ‘porta-breather’ better.”

She pulled out a small ceramic item that was oddly pyramid-like in shape, and hollowed inside. It looked rather like a malformed duck bill in your opinion, with two small holes at one end. 

Gathering you into her arms again with your back resting against her chest, Nadia showed you the inside of the thing. There was a little sprinkling of powder inside, just beneath the holes leading to the outside.

“Apparently you simply add a few drops of water to the powder, then breathe it in,” she said, sounding bemused, but also rather impressed as she explained it. “I must admit, I wasn’t convinced it would work, especially for such a severe reaction as yours.” She set the porta-breather aside and smiled fondly at you, nuzzling your cheek, “But I’m certainly grateful that it did.”

You merely looked between her and the device, frowning. “But why did you have it?”

She blinked, looking surprised. “I find I sometimes have a similar reaction to certain plants or smells during the spring and summer months,” she said with an elegant roll of her shoulders. “The good doctor suggested it as a treatment, and I thought perhaps it would help you as well. We shall have to commission him to make another just for you.” She pressed a light kiss to your nose, then added in wry amusement, “He’ll be unbearably smug to hear he’s had a success.”

You reached over to pluck the porta-breather off the nightstand, inspecting it idly while Nadia watched you. You turned it carefully in your fingers, then set it back down again before reaching up to link fingers with Nadia instead, sighing as you settled more comfortably into her. It was so nice to be able to breathe again…especially when it was Nadia’s smell and not some unholy flower’s perfume you were breathing in.

“Thank you,” you said to her, putting as much meaning into it as you could. “That was…a much worse reaction than I usually have. I’m glad you were there.”

She leaned over your shoulder and kissed you lightly but lovingly on the lips, lingering for a moment with your foreheads touching. As she drew back, her eyes glittered in amusement and she murmured, “Nothing is allowed to take your breath away except me…"

#Nadia #The Arcana #The Arcana Game #Request #my-heart-for-xadia19 #imagine-the-arcana

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Imagine having insecurities about your relationship with Asra. It’s not that you don’t think he loves you, you know that he does. He tells you nearly every chance he gets, sometimes in a soft, lovingly amused tone, other times sweetly and briefly before he heads out into town to run some errand or other, sometimes in the softest murmur against your skin while you lie content in each other’s arms. Other times he doesn’t even say it aloud, but you can tell from a look he gives you; a small smile, a tiny wink, a gentle hand on the top of your head or the small of your back as he passes.

Still, there are days you wake up, and without any rhyme or reason all you can think about for the entire day is whether or not your relationship is really worth it to him. Really, you think to yourself, scrubbing absently at the countertop, wiping away residue herbs from a potion, what do you have that really makes him happy? 

You’re decent at magic, you suppose, but he’s certainly better. He, at least, knows how to travel between the magical realms, speak to the Major Arcana, even feel auras of others with ease. He laughs easily with customers, is so loving and affectionate with you and Faust, and you...feel awkward. Clumsy. Like a child he’s constantly leading by the hand. 

You sigh loudly without meaning to, and Asra lifts his head curiously from where he’s coaxing the stove salamander to warm some tea for you both. His fluffy white hair shimmers slightly in the afternoon sun as he stands and moves over to you, his expression warm, but concerned.

“What’s wrong?” he asks.

There’s another thing he’s better at, you can’t help but thinking. He always knows when something is wrong. You, on the other hand, don’t. Just like you didn’t know about his parents, or his relationship with Julian, or his past history with Muriel or Lucio, or--

Your thoughts are cut off short when he presses a fingertip lightly to your forehead, surprising you.

“Stop,” he says gently, smiling.

“Stop what?” you ask, bewildered.

“Doubting yourself,” he says, trailing the fingertip down your cheek and along your jaw. “Your eyebrows are all scrunched up and you’re pouting.”

“I was thinking,” you say quickly.

“I’m sure,” he says, chuckling softly, and gently draws you into his arms, resting his head on top of yours. 

There’s a long pause, and then you heave another sigh. “How did you know I was doubting myself?”

“Faust told me.”

You stop, taken aback, and look over at the ivory snake lounging happily in a patch of sunlight in the window. “How did she know?”

Asra grins. “You’ve been muttering aloud to yourself when I’m not here apparently,” he says, “She overheard you a couple of times this week and last week wondering if you were good enough for me and what I could possibly like about you.”

You can feel your face flushing, and it’s suddenly very hard to look him in the eyes.

“Tattle tale,” you mutter, and Faust looks over at you curiously.

Asra laughs softly and lowers his head to kiss you. The feel of his lips sends a pleasurable warmth spreading to all your fingers and toes, and your stomach gives a giddy little flip as your fingers curl into the front of his shirt. You both stay like that a moment, just enjoying it, and then he gently pulls away to lean his forehead against yours.

“I know you’re probably not going to believe a word I say,” he murmurs, “Because you’ll think I’m just being nice, but I can’t even begin to explain with any number of words in any language I know just how much I love you, and how incredible you are, and how it’s amazing to me that you wonder how I could possibly love you when I’m the one who’s made so many mistakes. So, really, shouldn’t I be the one wondering how you could love me?”

#Asra #The Arcana #The Arcana Game #imagine-the-arcana #Well it's been forever. #But hey I'm back. #Sort of?

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I didn't want to have to post this on the Imagine blog but I'm running out of options and I need help. If any of you could spare literally $1 I would be beyond grateful. I don't know how else I'm going to pay off this bill on top of my other debts so if you could PLEASE donate--or share this with people that can--please, please do.

Hey, guys, I’m sorry to interrupt your daily Tumblr scrolling but I need any and all help I can get at this point. I’ve just spent a small fortune on my baby boy and while he finally seems to be on the road to recovery I need help recovering financially from this. I will take $1 at this point, and if you can’t give, I am BEGGING you to share this. Please. 

#Reblogging from my main. #Not Arcana Related #Please Help #Cats #My Cats #imagine-the-arcana

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Imagine managing to persuade Asra to experiment with some of the newfound abilities that having your spirit being connected to his body presents. You can feel when he hugs himself, or lays close to the warm fire on soft furs, and it doesn’t take too much convincing to get him to take a little creative license with other sensations the two of you can explore together in the privacy of Nadia’s guest suite.

Asra is only too happy to indulge in some of your naughtier fantasies when he feels just how much you enjoy the sensations he’s able to give you--and himself--using his own body as a conduit. And you get the double pleasure of experiencing the sensations for yourself while seeing the distinct effect they have on Asra in turn. 

You have to admit, you never imagined how much pleasure having Asra touch himself would give you--quite literally--and you’re starting to think it’ll be a bit of a shame when you come back to the real world, though maybe this experience will provide both of you with some new ideas on how to spice up things in the bedroom from now on...

#Asra #The Arcana #The Arcana Game #I was inspired by the latest Asra chapter in the game. #imagine-the-arcana

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Can I just say 'goast' is one of the best words ever? Well done. I'm so happy to have found this blog :)

I give full and total credit to @ironfaerie for introducing me to that word, and the game, and ultimately dragging me head first into the world of Arcana.

#The Arcana #The Arcana Game

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Imagine Julian’s so surprised reaction when you call him “Ilya” for the first time, after walking in his office and seeing that he has been working for 6 hours straight. When you look at the dark circles under his eyes, even bigger now than usual, and his painful expression that he probably doesn’t even notice he’s doing, you don’t even think before spilling out the words

“Oh God Ilya, what are you doing with yourself?”

He freezes, standing still with the feather in his hand, leaking ink from the tip. He’s eyes are wide and Julian doesn’t even look at you for long seconds, long enough for you realize what you just did. You don’t know if it was a mistake or not, because he’s cheeks are as red as his hair and when he looks at you, his mouth is open in a shocked expression. His hands are suddenly shaking a little bit and you feel a tremor running down your spine.

“I’m sorry Jules. It just slipped o-”

“No.” he says, getting up and walking to you in 3 steps with his long legs. His eyes are so wide, so expressive and so shine, and when he touches your cheek with his cold fingers, his heart is beaten the fastest it has ever beaten before.

Julian just looks at you for what feels like years. His eyes travel your whole face, and just when you’re about to get worried and speak again, he says, so quietly that you wouldn’t be able to hear if you weren’t inches away from him.

“Could you please say it again?”

You can’t imagine which expression crosses your face at this moment, but when your eyes find Julian’s again, you melt in his hands. There’s just so much love in his grey eyes, and they seem as turbulent as the sky in a stormy day, that you feel your legs getting weak and your head spin a feel times for a second. When you finally speak, it’s a whisper, like you’re tasting the word in your mouth.

“Ilya.”

Julian closes his eyes, as if the sound of your voice saying his name is the most beautiful thing he has ever heard before. To him, it’s indeed is. He lift his other hand, now cupping your cheeks in his hands, and he lowers his head so his forehead is touching yours. His eyes are still closed when he asks for you to say it one more time. And so you do, louder. And one more, louder. And at the time you repeat his name for the third, he kisses you.

His lips crash against yours with strength and passion, but also delicate and devoted. To him, he’s worshiping you, showing you how much he loves you in a way he’ll never be able to in words. In that moment he realizes no matter how much he says, or what he says, no matter if he spends countless days reciting the most beautiful love poems to you, he’ll never be able to fully express how much he loves you the same way he feels when you say his name.

#Julian #Ilya #submission #the-heart-of-davyjones #The Arcana #The Arcana Game #imagine-the-arcana

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Imagine coming home one afternoon and finding Julian in an unnaturally contorted position, half-crammed into a trunk he keeps at the foot of his bed. Somehow, he's managed to get his torso and one leg into the trunk, but has the other caught over his head with his ass stuck up in the air.

"What the hell...?" you ask, too stunned to even laugh. "Ilya, what are you doing?"

"I was trying to hide from my problems and thought the trunk would be an ideal spot," he says sarcastically, his voice slightly muffled from where his head is stuffed into the trunk. "I tripped while trying to get a bottle of leeches out of the bottom and got stuck, okay? I tried to get out and somehow got my foot stuck and now my leg is asleep, all the blood has rushed to my head and I have a massive migraine, my ass is tingling, I'm halfway into a split, and I think I pulled a groin muscle."

You snort, clapping a hand over your mouth.

"I heard that!" he says, struggling to free himself and giving a yelp as he ends up wedging himself even tighter into the trunk. "Help!" he wails, wriggling desperately.

"I don't know, Ilya," you say, biting your lower lip as you fight back another laugh, eyeing him. "This isn't a bad position, really. Your butt looks really good at this angle."

You can see his one eye glaring at you from under his arm as you peer down at him.

"I am so far from thinking about sex at this moment I could be ordained a priest," he snaps. "Now HELP ME."

Grinning, you manage to get his trapped leg free and hoist him back out of the trunk. As soon as he's upright, he sways, curses, and topples over with a thud, his eyes slightly unfocused.

"Ugh...vertigo," he mumbles, a hand to his head.

You stifle a giggle and bend to kiss the top of his tousled hair. "I'll make some tea while you get your bearings."

You pause as you pass the trunk, and stoop to grab a glass vial of dried leeches from the bottom. "Here you go," you add, handing it to him.

He takes it, an odd look on his face as he eyes you. You raise an eyebrow, and he smirks. "You were right. That angle does do marvelous things for the ass," he says.

You roll your eyes, turning to saunter off into the kitchen. "So much for your priesthood."

#Julian Devorak #Ilya #The Arcana #The Arcana Game #imagine-the-arcana

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I'm so glad I stumbled across this blog it's everything I need in life

I'm so glad to hear it! Welcome to the blog. 😊

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Lucio? More like Luci- NO. Hah.

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(Probably*: Absolutely, Definitely, Without A Doubt, Undeniably…)

#Yep #Lucio #The Arcana #The Arcana Game #ironfaerie #imagine-the-arcana