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bakuliwrites · 2 years

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M6 w/ a Pregnant MC

Hello everyone! Here's another headcanon I made a while ago that I really liked. MC is gender-neutral. Hope you enjoy :)

When you first break the news to him, he goes dead silent at first. Asra stares blankly at you for a moment and you’re a bit nervous that maybe he’s upset. But you know he’s beside himself with joy when he breaks out into a bright smile and presses kiss after kiss to your lips. Asra can’t wait to be a parent and he’s even more excited to be sharing this new adventure with you!

Very doting. Does not leave to go on trips at all and hardly leaves your side. He can’t wait to go on family adventures now! It’s not just going to be Asra on the road by himself, or just you and him. It’ll be his little family, off on journeys galore! He’s already making plans. His parents are also ecstatic to be grandparents and can’t wait to babysit. They’re over a lot, helping you out.

Sets to work at extending part of the shop to include a nursery. Lots of purples and blues and calming colors. The room is tranquil, serene. He’s hidden some magical spells around that do a variety of things when you interact with them (blow bubbles, glowing swirls that light up when you touch them, etc…). Knits blankets and hats and booties for your baby (and they are all so very cute and cozy!).

Will (gently) pat your belly like it’s a bongo drum. Is convinced that when your baby kicks, it’s them playing music back. Likes to muse aloud about what kinds of magic your baby might be interested in. Wonders if they’ll take after you or more after him. But he also acknowledges that if magic isn’t really their thing, that’s okay too. He’s just so excited to see what kind of person they’re going to be.

Magical remedies for all your aches and pains. When it comes time for you to actually have the baby, he stays calm. Sure, he’s freaking out on the inside, but he’s not going to show it. When he finally gets to hold your baby in his arms, quiet tears of joy trickle down his cheeks. He looks at the both of you like you are the most magical, mystical things in the world. He makes sure you know how lucky he feels 💜

Your plan to have a baby has been in the works for some time now, so Nadia isn’t surprised when you announce that you think you’re finally pregnant. She is utterly ecstatic, gently kissing your temple and pulling you in close. But she’s also extremely nervous and you can tell by the way her hands tremble when she holds yours after your announcement. She isn’t the best with children but you assure her that she’s going to be an amazing parent.

Whatever you need, Nadia will provide. You will get the absolute best healthcare. Any craving you have will be satisfied. You can rest assured that Nadia is going to get you whatever you need, whenever you need it! Your comfort and the health of the baby comes first and foremost to her. She’ll delegate a lot of her work to others during this time (and tries to get ahead on some things, for once the baby is born and chaos inevitably ensues). She wants to spend as much time with you as she can.

You and Nadia design the nursery in the palace together. Lots of creams and golds. Some purple thrown in here and there. It’s very soft and elegant, with lots of sunlight pouring in through the windows. Nadia also has some pretty amazing outfits tailored for your little one, once the time comes.

Enjoys reading to your baby. If you’re sitting with her while she’s working, Nadia might place her hand on your belly just to feel the baby kick. She might jokingly ask your baby bump for advice on some problem she’s having with Vesuvia’s infrastructure or some other political issue. Usually she asks yes or no questions and has jokingly taken one kick to mean, “yes,” and no kicks to mean, “no.” She finds it rather hysterical.

When the time comes for the baby to arrive, she is cool as a cucumber. There’s no hint of any panic or worry. She knows you’re going to do amazing. Holds your hand and gives you the absolute best pep talks of your life. When she gets to hold your little bundle of joy for the first time, she can hardly stop smiling. Even her eyes light up. You and the baby are the most important things in the whole world to her, and she makes sure you are well aware of that 💜

Edit: Someone pointed out to me that Nadia would probably return to her hobby of tinkering and create beautiful toys for the baby!

You and Julian have been trying for a while, but it still comes as an absolute shock to him when you break the news. He is positively over the moon, scooping you up into his arms and twirling you around. And then it hits him that he’s going to be a father and he’s suddenly an absolute nervous wreck. He’s worried he’s going to be a terrible parent, but you reassure him he’s going to be just fine. He’s pretty good with kids, anyway.

When the initial shock dies down, Julian settles into his role rather well. Dotes on you constantly. Honestly, it can probably be a bit much sometimes (but he’ll back off a little if you tell him). Is 100% prepared for all your possible symptoms. Has all the remedies and knows exactly what to do. An absolute worrywart when it comes to your health and the baby’s.

You are mostly in charge of the nursery design, but Julian tries his best to help. The two of you decide to design it after a pirate ship, complete with a mural of the sea and a cradle that sort of looks like a mini ship. Julian is mostly in charge of acquiring any furniture and building anything that needs to be built, and he happily obliges.

Will sing to your baby and tell them ridiculous stories. Pretends your baby is telling him jokes (or talking about you, lol). He can’t really act out anything for them yet, of course, but he’ll do all the silly voices. Tells them how much he can’t wait to meet them and take them on all kinds of adventures. He gets pretty emotional during the whole process and loves to tell you (and the baby) how he never would’ve expected his life to go this way. But he’s delighted that it has. Will also play the vielle for the baby (mostly soothing lullabies, but sometimes he’ll play something more jaunty).

Surprisingly very calm when the time comes to deliver, but is internally freaking out (this isn’t the first baby he’s delivered, but it is his first baby). Definitely has another physician come in to help deliver your baby, just in case. When he holds your baby for the first time, he’s practically weeping. Julian doesn’t know what he’s done to deserve this kind of joy and happiness, but he’s just so grateful. He makes sure you know how proud of you he is and how utterly in love he is with the two of you 💜

When you break the news to Portia, she is beside herself with excitement! Absolutely cannot wait to be a parent. Immediately begins the planning process for the nursery, the adventures, and so on. You laugh about how ahead of herself she’s getting, but it’s sweet to see her so enthusiastic.

Cooks you all the food you ever want. Believes 100% in listening to your cravings. She claims that if you listen to your cravings, the baby will want for nothing in their life (“It’s something my grandma’s once told me,” she explains with a wink). And who are you to argue with that? Especially with Portia being such an amazing cook, haha.

You design the nursery together. Portia has a whole mural in mind and sets to work right away on designing it. Her painting is positively gorgeous. It’s all the places in the world that the two of you have traveled to and all the places she wants to take your little family, once the baby is born. It’s filled with nostalgia and lovely memories.

Gets you plenty of fresh air and sunlight. She insists that you sit on the porch while she gardens and enjoy a nice cold drink and the lovely breeze. At night, when you’re snuggled up beside one another, she loves to tell your baby spooky (but not too spooky) stories and describe all the adventures she can’t wait to take them on once they’re born!

Definitely panics a bit when the time comes for you to deliver the baby. She’s running around, trying to gather everything you might need (and things you might not need, but might want). Squeezes your hand so tight, you have to ask her to back off a little, haha (she apologizes profusely). Beaming so proudly the first time she gets to hold the baby. It’s love at first sight. She makes sure you know how utterly amazing she thinks the two of you are, and how blessed she feels to have you two 💜

Muriel’s excitement is quiet when you break the news to him, but you know he’s beside himself with joy when you see the tears forming in the corners of his eyes. When he draws you in to hold you close, you can hear the frantic thrumming of his heart and that’s when you realize how anxious he is. But you know Muriel will make an amazing parent, something you’re sure to tell him.

An excellent caretaker. He’ll cook you delicious, hearty food to ensure you and the baby get all the nutrients you need. Takes you on lots of cute dates and picnics. He feels that connecting with nature is a really amazing way to feel good during your pregnancy, especially if you’re having a difficult time at all. Very attune to your aches and pains and does what he can to help you. Massages, warm baths, you name it!

The nursery the two of you design is filled with light and looks like a little forest. The mural you paint has all kinds of trees and flowers, and there’s clouds and a night sky on the ceiling. There’s stuffed animals everywhere (one of Inanna even!) and Muriel carves little statues to adorn the room.

Pauses a lot during the day to put his hand on your belly to just process that ohmygoodness, he’s going to be a father. In utter awe every time your baby kicks. He tears up the first time it happens. Loves to read to your baby. His voice is so soothing when he reads aloud, it could put you to sleep, too! You notice if your baby is pretty active, they quiet down as soon as Muriel starts to read to them.

Very calm during the birthing process. Holds your hand and whispers reassurances and praise. His presence alone is soothing enough to make the whole ordeal easier than you thought it was going to be. Your baby is so very small in his arms the first time he gets to hold them. He looks down at them with absolute wonder and awe, tears starting to trickle down his cheeks. He breaks out into a soft smile and you know he’s smitten already. He makes sure you’re aware of how very fortunate he feels to have the two of you in his life 💜

It breaks Lucio’s brain a little when you first hit him with the news. You can practically hear the dial-up tone playing in his head. And then all of a sudden, he’s lifting you up into his arms and twirling you around. He’s so utterly excited! He starts rambling about how amazing the baby is going to be and how lucky they are to have such incredible parents like the two of you. But deep down, you know he’s really nervous that he’s not going to be a good father. The two of you will have plenty of emotional discussions about this over the course of your pregnancy (and into your child’s life, I’m sure).

Talk about doting. This man gets you everything you want and more! All your cravings, no matter how weird they are, are satisfied (don’t blame him if he doesn’t want to eat them with you though, haha). You have the finest doctors in all the land. He buys you all kinds of fabulous pregnancy outfits that are both comfortable and fashionable (extra emphasis on fashionable).

Please do not let him design the nursery (unless you want it to look like red, gold, leopard print, and god knows what else threw up all over the room, lol). You find a compromise. There’s still plenty of gold and the room is designed rather luxuriously, but it doesn’t have all of Lucio’s signature touches.

All the belly kisses. He is so in love and hasn’t even met your baby yet. Also plays your belly like a bongo drum (but is significantly more irritating about it than Asra, lol). Chatters endlessly to your baby. Will have full on conversations with your baby bump, absent-mindedly sometimes. He can’t wait to teach your baby to fight once they’re born (but you have to remind him to wait a few years for that). He is also ecstatic to be able to spoil your baby absolutely rotten (but he promises not too rotten).

Has a meltdown when it’s time for you to deliver. Is all over the place. You are definitely calmer than he is. It’s a miracle he doesn’t pass out, but he manages to pull himself together a little. Lucio is rendered speechless the first time he holds your baby. His silver eyes are wide with astonishment. And then he breaks down into tears and promises over and over to your baby that he’s going to be the absolute best father he can be. He makes sure you’re aware that he’s going to work damn hard for the two of you 💜

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gatheringbones · 1 year

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[“I never felt like I was born in the wrong body,” he says, referring to the dominant medical discourse, though he hated looking in the mirror and says he “felt extreme discomfort” with the body he had. Lucas has been binding his chest for two years using a compression sports bra, always a little too tight, usually followed by a T-shirt and a man’s shirt. He does so for safety, because he sometimes goes to rural Putnam County: “very small, really Southern places,” doing HIV education. “If they knew I was queer, let alone trans, I would probably be killed, so I kind of have to keep all of that very much on the ‘down low’ when I’m doing work out in the community.” But to his co-workers he is “very, very out.” For Lucas, undergoing top surgery is an assertion of what some feminists call bodily autonomy. Pro-choice activists argue that the government has no right to tell women what to do with their body; transgender activists say that they have the right to change their body if they please.

Lucas is at the surgeon’s office with Oliver, a former boyfriend who is also a bearded trans man; and Rachel, a bisexual Latina, his “soul mate and sister.” Lucas says he has “always known” he wanted top surgery,” even before he began injecting testosterone. A few friends in Gainesville who had undergone surgery with Dr. Garramone became mentors to younger trans people in town like Lucas, directing them to friendly therapists and doctors, and helping them get letters for testosterone. Having crowdfunded the $7,000 he needed for top surgery, Lucas is giving away $500 to charity.

And then there is Nadia, a twenty-eight-year-old from St. Louis who works as an employment coach at a nonprofit agency. The odd girl out, she is having her chest masculinized, but not as part of a gender transition. As a how-to book suggests, top surgery is “not just for those transitioning from female to male” but also for others on the gender spectrum, including “gender non-conforming, gender fluid, bi-gender, butch, and so on.” Nadia feels some camaraderie with trans men undergoing top surgery and considers herself “near the trans community, but not in it.” She has short brown hair, bushy eyebrows, and olive skin, and she is wearing large horn-rimmed glasses, a men’s shirt, and hip-hugging straight-leg jeans that look baggy on her slender frame.

When Nadia was twenty-one, her breasts suddenly grew to about a 32C. “They just went boom,” she says, and she told me they felt outsized for her small frame. At certain points in her monthly cycle, when they bloomed even more, she couldn’t even bring herself to get dressed. She felt more comfortable in an androgynous style, wore men’s clothing, and hated the way her buxom bosom made her clothes fit. And she loathes having them touched. She identifies as female and has no interest in taking testosterone, but she sees her breasts as an impediment, a part of her body that does not reflect how she sees herself. Nadia’s queer circle includes trans friends with whom she shares a deep sense of alienation from standard-issue notions of femaleness. She is here with her girlfriend, Flora, an art student whom she met on OkCupid four years ago; the two were drawn together by their mutual interest in art, politics, and graphic novels.

Nadia upends conventional notions of what women should look like and how they should be. She’ll remain female, but she shares with the others here today the belief that their breasts don’t fit and that by changing their bodies they can become more comfortable in their skin and more successful in their lives.”]

arlene stein, from unbound: transgender men and the remaking of identity, 2018

#arlene stein #currently reading #gender stuff #lesbian literature

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theintrovertbean · 1 year

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Hello, beautiful people! Do you remember the Nadia spicy dream smut I promised? A little late, but it is here, and I have no idea what I'm doing, so this is not very good. I tried to make it sexier and dirtier than the smut I wrote last time, but it's nothing extreme, just the Countess having mind sex with her favorite magician.

Please let me know how you like it! Or if you like it at all. If this sucks, then I guess we know why I was so hesitant when it comes to smut. I don't have much experience with it, and I'm still trying to discover this side of writing, so feedback would be appreciated! And, of course, I'm open to more smutty suggestions.

Summary: The Countess is plagued by dreams of horror, suffering, and a future she wishes to avoid. But not all dreams are like that. Some of them are about promises of sweet love and pleasure.

Nadia is afab and MC is gender-neutral.

MC is kinda dominating Nadi in this one and this is probably not your usual Nadi smut.

I plan two more parts connected to this one!!

Minors DNI.

Spellbound Desires

The pale moonlight and a cold breeze sweep through the Countess's room. It is an unusually cold summer in Vesuvia. Colder than what Nadia is used to, but somehow, for one reason or another, her body always felt too hot.

The Countess is plagued by dreams of horror, suffering, and a future she wishes to avoid. But not all dreams are like that. Some of them are about promises of sweet love and pleasure.

Nadia would be lying if she said the latter kind does not affect her. Each morning or even during the middle of the night, she awakens with her breath heavy, not because of nightmares but because of overwhelming desire. And when the day begins, and she has to sit through another meeting, she cannot help but wonder: what could this all mean?

Her dream always starts the same. The Countess stands in front of a mirror, her body bare except for her sheer sleeping robe. She can see her nipples poking through the fabric, but not because of the cold. The Countess does not feel cold. How could she?

Tonight is no different.

Tonight, like every other night, there is a person behind her. She has seen them before, in fact, plenty of times in her dreams. They are always there, tempting her with sweet words and burning touches.

And how much longer is it going to take before she finally gives in? Before she is a mess, begging for their kisses, their touch, for anything. How long before she starts looking all around Vesuvia for this magician who claims they could grant her every wish?

Tonight is no different.

They are tempting her again, driving her almost completely mad with desire, but then the dream always ends right before the good part. She is certain they are doing it on purpose, always leaving her dissatisfied and in wonder.

What would it be like if the dream continued? The Countess has always wanted to know even though she should not. She knows that she should not.

"MC..." Their name falls from her lips, a faint whisper, nothing more.

"My sweet Nadia." Her eyes follow their every movement, watching a devilish smile form on their lips. "You haven't forgotten me."

"How could I?" The Countess asks. She takes a deep breath, a shiver running down her spine from the sensation of being so close to MC, and when they place their hands on her arms and begin to rub, she shudders. Such a simple touch, a small gesture, and yet. She could try to deny her attraction, but what is the point? With each touch that MC gives Nadia, her body betrays her. "You plague my dreams almost every night."

"Plague?" The magician allows their hand to fall from her body, and they laugh, clearly not taking her seriously. How bold. Would they act so bold in real life too? "You talk as if you wouldn't want me here! But you do, and we both know that. Each night, when you go to sleep, you hope that it is I that awaits you. You hope that you'd dream of me. Just look at yourself."

"You want me." Their hot breath brushes against her ear, followed by a slight touch of their lips that almost makes the Countess moan. "But Nadia..." She can hear them gulp, and their skin is still touching hers. "You could have me. Every day, I could stand by your side. I would be your rock, your pillar that you could lean on whenever you need me. And when the night comes..." MC presses the faintest of kisses against her neck, and she gasps, unable to hold herself back. "You could do whatever you wanted to me. If you wanted me on your bed, tied up and blindfolded, you could have it. If you wanted me on my knees, begging to let me touch you, you could have it. And if you wanted us to make love. Well, you could have that too. I would love you with all my heart, Nadia. I would love you so much."

"L-love?" She stutters, her lips slightly apart in surprise.

"Yes, dear Nadia. The kind of love that you can't even imagine, not even in your wildest dreams. But," MC pauses for a second. "It is also the kind of love you deserve and what you've always wanted. You've kept these desires hidden, even from yourself. But you can't hide them from me. I know what you want."

"But how could you know? You do not exist, MC. You are only in my head, haunting me like a ghost." A part of her feels sad about it. MC has promised them so much love, but it is something she can never have.

"Are you certain about that, Countess?" She could feel them smile against her bare skin. "Go ahead, ask a servant to find my magic shop after you wake up. Tell them to find me, to confirm that there is a person named MC. They will tell you that there is; I can guarantee that."

"You are not real," Nadia insists.

"You are still trying to deny it, Countess?"

"You are not real. Because if you were..." She looks into the mirror, staring straight into the reflection of MC's eyes. "You'd prove it."

Tonight is different.

Tonight is not like every other night because this time, she can no longer resist.

After hearing Nadia's response, the magician's grin broadened in contentment; after all, this had been their plan all along. They tricked her and manipulated her into finally giving in to her desires. It is not proof that Nadia wants but pleasure and satisfaction, and MC knows it.

Nadia’s gaze shifts to the mirror, and she finds herself looking into MC’s eyes, who then says: “My beautiful lady,” They press a faint kiss against her neck, their gaze still locked with hers. “Your wish is my command.” Then they grab her hips, spinning her around, and Nadia finds herself facing MC, her hands resting on their shoulders. It was never like this. MC was always behind Nadia, and the only time she could see their face was when she looked at their reflection in the mirror. This is the first time Nadia can take a good look at their features, and she finds herself speechless by MC’s beauty.

The Countess leans forward and tries to kiss them, but MC puts a hand on her chest, right above Nadia’s heart, and gives her a push, gently shoving her against the mirror. She hisses at first, the cold surface of the mirror making her shiver, but then she is silenced by a kiss. MC kisses her with so much need and passion that the Countess feels her entire being go weak. Her eyes close, and she surrenders herself completely.

As the hand from above her heart slides down to Nadia’s breast, a palm brushes against her nipple, and she can’t help but moan. Then MC unties her robe, and it falls off, exposing her naked body. What a sight. MC just looks at her for a moment, admiring and exploring her bare form with their eyes. They notice the small things that give away her arousal: the blush on her cheeks, her slightly parted lips, and the needy look in her gaze.

“Desperate, aren’t you?” The magician asked, but Nadia bit her lip, forcing herself to be silent. This…this is not like her. She should be the one in charge, taking control of MC, but with each touch, she can feel her power slipping through her fingers. Her entire being is shaking, her cheeks are flushed, and MC can do whatever they want to her. “Answer me, Countess.” Still nothing, but MC wants her to say it. They need her to admit how badly she needs them, that she would do anything to have them ease her lust. “You have such a pretty mouth. Use it. What do you want, Nadia?” MC asks her again, brushing their lips against hers, teasing her.

“You,” She admits it, almost embarrassingly soon. But how can she resist them when they are right in front of her, promising her love and pleasure? She no longer has any self-control, not when they are like this.

“Who?” The magician smirks. This is all just a game to them.

“You, MC. I want you.”

“And what do you want me to do?”

“Please me. I want you to make me come.”

They press a small kiss against her lips and get down to their knees in front of her. MC places their hands on her thighs, caressing her smooth skin while they look up at Nadia. Even the sight of them at her feet makes her mouth feel dry.

“Spread your legs for me, love. Let me taste you,” MC tells her, and Nadia isn’t sure whether it is a request or a command, but MC is certainly forgetting who they are dealing with. She will have to put MC in their place once she finds them in the real world.

Lust flooded the Countess’s veins, spreading through her. She obediently parts her legs, and MC kisses her thighs, teasing the skin there with their lips and tongue. More, please. She thinks to herself in her mind, then they pull back, staring up into Nadia’s eyes again with a smile on their face. “You liar. Look how wet you are for me, almost dripping.” The Countess whimpers in response, the blush on her face darkening. “You are ashamed, are you not? You know you shouldn’t want me, and yet you do. No, you crave me. You wish I’d just bury my face in your cunt already. But it’s fine, love. You don’t have to say it; I will give you what you want anyway.”

MC leans forward, their hot breath getting dangerously close to Nadia’s core. They kiss her lips first, only teasing her for now, but Nadia is already panting; then their tongue slides between her slick folds, her entire body shudders, and she has to bite her bottom lip to hold back her whimpers. A hand rushes down, gripping MC’s hair and making them hum into their Countess. She wants them closer, she needs more.

When their tongue touches and then begins circling her swollen clit, she lets out a choked moan, and she feels like her head is spinning, the pleasure almost making her drunk. Every movement of MC’s lips is driving her crazy, and Nadia is instinctively moving her hips, grinding her pussy against their mouth, chasing her orgasm.

She gasps and then covers her mouth in a poor attempt to silence herself, but this is just a dream; everything is in her head. She can be as loud and desperate as she wants to be. “Please,” She begs, her fingers trembling and grasping MC’s hair even tighter. The mirror feels cold against her skin, but MC’s tongue and lips are warm and maddening. She throws her head back, shamelessly moaning while MC sucks on her clit. “MC…” She murmurs their name. “Please, keep doing that, MC.”

The magician keeps licking and sucking at all the right places while the Countess’s thighs twitch and tremble around their head. Nadia is a moaning, panting mess, and only they, only MC, can manage to reduce her to this state. Oh, how she wishes to experience this in real life, to have MC eat her pussy just like this, almost as if it is their sole purpose to please her. It makes her want to seek them out immediately and have her way with them.

She is so close. Her legs are trembling, and she is desperately holding onto their head, keeping them firmly in place because she doesn't want them to stop.

More. Just a bit more.

She’s there, right there on the edge, just about to come. Her mind clouded by pleasure, she looks down at MC and sees them staring right up at her. “Oh gods, MC…Fuck, I’m so close!” Then she shuts her eyes, her mouth opens as she pants breathlessly, and then…

And then Nadia awakens with a sudden and loud gasp, her legs trembling and her cunt throbbing between her legs. She can feel it clench exactly like when she makes herself come during lonely nights, when she gets engrossed in the idea of MC.

Slightly confused and still aroused, The Countess’s eyes search her room. It is still dark outside, and the sun is yet to rise, but MC, her dear MC, is nowhere in sight.

#nadia satrinava #the arcana nadia #countess nadia #arcana nadia #nadia the arcana #nadia arcana #the arcana #arcana #nadia x mc #nadia x apprentice #we are smashing the countess again bois!!!!#im really bad at this but i tried my best #please have some nadi content and i hope you'll enjoy it #i love nadia so much #nadia is love nadia is life #i hope that this is worthy of Nadia

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artanddaddyissues · 2 years

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*cough*Are you sure that’s me stalking and not my doppelgänge?? / jk

Am doing great, besides the fact i am only going to be here until 3rd of April. WHY AM I IN MY ARCANA PHASE AGAIN AT SUCH A LATE TIME HHH.

Also, I might request some angst headcanons. Maybe someone being dead? Idk shha

Okay 1. ITS OKAY I joined late too, welcome to the club sis 💕

And 2. You. Are. Evil. But I will definitely do some angst for you. I secretly hope you CRY when you read this angst.

What the M6 do, when you die

Heads up: gender neutral pronouns for reader, M/C is yellow, very angsty, read at your own risk, mentions of mental health issues (anxiety, depression, etc…)

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"not... again..."

absolutely distraught, can no longer sleep, eat, think for himself, walk, breathe... etc.

Half his heart has gone, for good. Many times he contemplates sacrificing himself or other people in exchange for you to come back.

"I can bring them back again, right?"

shop closes for an extended amount of time, the baker starts to worry about him, the others regularly check in on him. He spends most of his days in his gate and the realms in hopes to contact you.

It takes him almost a year to leave the shop and care for himself again.

He curses everything and becomes pretty hostile for a while. Trust issues, anger, depression, everything sky rockets in the worst ways possible, and you aren't there to bring him back to his old self.

Asra needed you all the time. He missed your laugh, your touch, your aura. Living life without your presence made him feel like there was no point to living.

forgets how to function, in the worst way possible.

"Julian, when was the last time you ate?" "I can't remember...”

Walking disaster. He gets drunk more often, there isn’t a moment when he’s sober.

Asra checks in on him at least once a week since he knows how bad Julian can get.

He closes his clinic and tries to stay hidden from the others. He pushes everyone away, in fear of losing someone else.

This isn’t the first time he’s lost someone but, this one hurts the most.

You were the air he breathed. He missed giving you dramatic, romantic speeches and other little things.

He tries to tell Asra to teach him magic, in hopes of contacting you again through the magical realms, “maybe the fools realm.” “The realms are dangerous without-“ “I’ll take any risk to see them again.”

He looks at the collection of love letters, paintings, drawings, photos, anything to keep your face engraved into his mind.

Vesuviua mourns with her. Nadia has been such an incredible leader and so the city mourns when she loses you. I’m a way, the city lost you too, you did a great deal of good for the people of Vesuviua.

“I’ll find you in another lifetime, my dear.”

Like Asra, she knows how the magical realms work. Instead of sleeping each night, she travels to the realms to try and find you. She swears, she's getting close.

Everyone around her is understanding. the entire city saw how incredibly happy you both were together.

She is back to being alone again. Truly alone. Yes she has the others but you... you were there for her every moment of every day. Every breath she took, you were beside her. She had almost forgotten what is was like to be alone, thanks to you.

She dreads waking up and is always in a bad mood after another unsuccessful night of trying to find you.

Has a memorial statue of you in the gardens, facing her private balcony and she cries every time she looks at it.

"I need you back..."

Sobbing for weeks, never leaving his wing, punching holes through his walls, not taking care of himself...

He’s not angry after a few months but sad. He was very angry in the beginning, when he felt like he could have done something, but you can only convince yourself you’re useful so many times.

6 months after your passing, he treks to your home town to hold a proper burial for you.

The people around him in Vesuvia find it hard to see him like this. He could be a threat to anybody but they understand how much you affected him, so they all offer as much support as they can.

You taught him how to be a better person and without you reassuring him each day, he can only hold onto your words and do things he thought was right

he tried his hardest to stay strong in public but it was hard. He wanted to look strong always but the first few weeks were rough.

"Me and Pepi miss you... so much."

She buries you around her cottage, in a secluded corner. She watches every day, the tree you were buried under, grow and prosper. Little white and yellow flowers bloom in the spring and last the whole year.

Nadia gives her as much time off as she needs.

Now, Pfeels completely useless without you though.

The little things hurt the most. Waking up to you changing Pepi's litter, cooking only for one person again, not having any help in the garden, seeing all your clothes in the closet...

"It's okay Pepi..."

Julian visits almost every night for the first few months. He always comes ready to tend to Portia and make her feel as well as she can feel.

"This isn't happening"

he spirals into a long, very angry stage of denial. He can't accept the fact that you're gone when it feels like he just got you.

He makes a vow to himself, to never get attached to another person again in fear of losing them.

he blames himself all the time. "Muriel stop..." "I could have done something.

He can never go back to the person he used to be, because you changed him for the better but now you aren't around to see him anymore. And that kills him inside

Asra is over almost every night.

Inanna has had to pull Muriel out of bed for weeks on end.

He knows you would want him to continue living but its too hard without you there.

He and Asra venture through the realms to try and find you. Muriel is determined.

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Hi hi, have you read the book 'Queering Bathrooms: Gender, Sexuality, and the Hygienic Imagination' by Sheila L. Cavanagh? Would love to hear ur thoughts on it if so, I'm considering thrifting a copy !

i gutted it a few years back. full disclosure, i just wasn't really looking for a sociological text and i felt frustrated by that limitation in the book. it's kind of ironic to use foucault for this type of study given that foucault's main insight was in encouraging historical critique and historicisation; cavanagh invokes his theorisation of discipline, but doesn't deal with its historically specific elements (namely that this is a framework developed wrt northwestern europe in the 18th and 19th centuries) and isn't able to comment on processes of historical change or development. similarly, she invokes freudian psychoanalysis as a kind of transhistorical science, failing to attend to its cultural and historical specificities. to be blunt, 21st-century north america is not 20th-century vienna or 19th-century france; it's not that freud and foucault have nothing to say about the former, but without attention to temporal trends and changes, you lose sight of how and why present cultural beliefs and forms came to exist, and it's easy to overstate your case in terms of the extent to which a social theory developed in an entirely other context is applicable. freud was not a historian and foucault was barely one and generally a bad one; to use his work even in discussing 19th-century france (his case study) requires some serious legwork to address his theoretical lacunae and methodological shortcomings. i simply would not import that specific model of discipline into a different time period and place without writing, like, entire treatises first to examine how and in what ways it's applicable.

i don't mean to single cavanagh out here; i don't read much in sociology because my critiques are basically always versions of the above, lol. in this particular case, it's also worth pointing out that her interview subjects were, like, 60 americans and canadians who were mostly white and middle/upper class, so on top of the theoretical issues (& theory is the bulk of the book), i think the actual sociological work is also pretty limited. i generally agree with the broad outlines of cavanagh's viewpoint, but i just don't find the scholarship particularly helpful, especially as it struggles to move from the experiences of a very small number of individuals into commentary on larger (historical and contemporary) trends of waste management, gender segregation, and transphobia.

if you would be interested in historicised texts on bathrooms and waste management that use psychoanalytic and foucauldian theory in ways i find more useful and justified, i love the following:

public city/public sex: homosexuality, prostitution, and urban culture in nineteenth-century paris, by andrew ross

examines the embourgeoisement of urban culture in 19th-century paris and argues that the seeking of public sex, both by sex workers and gay men, shaped the city and the use of public spaces, including public urinals

history of shit, by dominique laporte, tr. nadia benabid & rodolphe el-khoury

a classic; uses psychoanalytic and historical-genealogical frameworks to analyse the development of sanitation techniques in western europe and the role these played in long-term developments in capitalism, nationalism, and urbanisation

paris sewers and sewermen: representations and realities, by donald reid

broader focus on paris's whole sewer system, but does also discuss bathrooms; mixes elements of cultural history and labour history, and interrogates the meanings imputed to sewers and those employed maintaining them in literary and political discourses, focussing on the 19th and early 20th centuries

#Sorry That I Wrote You An Essay On Books About Bathrooms And Shitting #book recs

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domsaysstuff · 1 year

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Season 2 of Russian Doll Steve Harrington-centric au

I have only some vague plot and just some scenes from the show down but I'll probably never write this and I need to get this out of my head so here we go! Another Dom's au idea dump! (I missed them)

Season 4 never happened btw but 1 through 3 did, also Eddie Munson never existed in Hawkins in this AU

Steve's mother is dying, Steve's mother is dying and he wishes he could feel something other than anger about it, he wishes he could be sad because his mother is dying but she hasn't really been a mother for him for a long time now

But she's dying and Steve still feels like the lanky teenager that observed and analyzed every breath of Cynthia Harrington to know why she hasn't loved him, or moreso why she loved him and yet it wasn't enough for her to care about him

He just wishes he had something to mourn a relationship that never was

She is dying and she's reaching out to Stevie after years of not talking after he packed his bags and moved with Robin to Chicago and haven't looked back since then

She wants him to come and he thinks it's cruel of her to want him there when all she's going to do is left him one last time

He is debating with himself whether to return to Hawkins or not when he takes his morning train to work

And that's when the time fuckery starts, he like Nadia becomes his mother(because we are keeping the gender fuckery that was Alan becoming his grandmother, like Stevie is just gender™ like that) who is very much pregnant, the baby is obvs him, unborn yet and they are in New York or some big city like that (for pain it could be Chicago and maybe Steve never knew she was born in Chicago, that somehow he followed in her footsteps) because Cynthia has always been a big city girl, it was Richard Harrington that wanted to move to Hawkins, to settle down there

When he figures it out he tries to change his fate, he thinks he is here to fix things, to give himself and his mother better life, one where she was happy, one where she maybe loved him enough to care

He knows he needs to leave, he packs her bags and tries to escape by taking the train and it just takes him back

He comes back to his apartment with Robin and spills everything to her, they have survived shit™ so she believes him, but tells him to not mess with time shit but he's determined that he can just fix it, fix everything

So he goes back and finds out that Cynthia is still with her parents, still to be married to Richard, he founds out that the escape did happen but she returned when she realized she was with a baby, has no money, no other people than her family that is pushing her to marry Richard since she is already carrying his child and she's so young, barely eighteen

She chicken out, so he tries other means and somehow somewhere there as his mother he falls for Eddie Munson, Eddie who he never heard of, Eddie who his mother never spoken a word of (his mother hasn't told him many things)

So he falls for Eddie because Eddie is so kind and free and different and he loves him, god he loves him, learns about his mother's past and it's all doomed anyway because the problem of Cynthia Harrington was that she was doomed from her birth and it's the same shit as in the show that every decision that Steve makes doesn't matter, they end up exactly the same anyway

Side plot is Robin taking the train and becoming her grandma and learning her grandma was the same as her, that she was queer, that she fell in love with Vickie, she falls in love with Vickie and it's a doomed romance, she comes back to her present time and learns that Vickie died just two years after Robin/her grandma met her and she tries to prevent that, she thinks she is there to prevent that, in the end she can't, in the end Vickie dies and Robin loved her god she loved her so much

There are obvs intermissions where Stevie and Robin are in the present together and talk and scheme and try to make it all right

Stevie like Nadia steals himself as a baby because he thinks he can raise himself better, that he and Robin can do a better job and the scene where Nadia gives Alan the baby-her and says think of all the things i could be if i was raised with love and as Robin holds baby-him "just what i was talking about" because Robin loves him and he knows she will love baby-him

Also maybe the rest of the party come to Chicago at some point because they heard the news and are there to support Steve and are sucked into the chaos but also meet a random baby and as Steve sees baby-himself surrounded by the party who even tho question from where the fuck did Robin and Steve have gotten a baby are taking care of it anyway

It's just- Steve finally learning his mother, gaining knowledge why she's like that, how she was before him, that him and her are quite similar, that they both loved Eddie Munson and lost him and it will hurt them for the rest of their life, Stevie coming back to Hawkins to say goodbye to his mom

Because he wouldn't chose her to be his mother but that's how the story goes and he knows her and understands her now and they both deserve to say goodbye

#this is very incoherent like always #also i'm being insane about russian doll s2 again - i just think that season is very underappreciated #platonic stobin is everything to me and Robin holding little Steve and Steve being like this is where I belong in her arms #this is where im loved???#also doomed romance my beloved #the complicated relationship that you have with your mother and somehow becoming her my beloved #trying to stop the past but just repeating it my beloved-detested #steddie #platonic stobin #platonic soulmates stobin #robin x vickie #robin buckley #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #russian doll s2 au #dom's au idea of the day

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biblicallyaccuratefangirl · 1 month

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ִ ࣪𖤐 Overview of this blog ִ ࣪𖤐

About me:

Hi, I'm oceanou ♡︎ I'm an artist, writer, singer, Christian, and biology enthusiast. I'm neurodivergent and deal with mental illness (why else would I be on this site). Some fandoms I'm in right now are Genshin Impact, the Arcana, Lore Olympus, & the Office. Slowly exiting the Brimstone and Roses fandom as well as the Community fandom (💔)

About my work:

I like writing self inserts, and tend to write from a female perspective (though I don't always state or imply the pov is female). I stick to opposite-sex romances and rarely write multi-chapter fics, preferring drabbles, imagines or headcanons. I don't feel comfortable writing smut, but anywhere from fluff to lime is my bread and butter. Every once in a while you might get some angst out of me but don't count on it . . A few of my favorite tropes/topics are domesticity, fluff, their 'firsts', secret relationship, forced proximity, doctor/patient, long distance/reunion, their 'favorites', unrequited→requited

About requests:

I'm happy to take requests, so long as they generally coincide with my aforementioned comfort zones. I'll gladly do requests of women from a male perspective or men from a female perspective, or any character from an aromatic perspective. I'd be comfortable writing headcanons about the characters themselves without mention of the reader's gender as well. I'll update this every once in a while, but here is an indefinite list of characters I'm happy to write about:

-Genshin Impact-

ok there's too many to name. pretty much anybody, though idk the more recent characters very well.. The following are some of my favorites to write

Childe

Kazuha

Tighnari

Wanderer/Scara

Xiao

Venti

Thoma

Diluc

Kaeya

Albedo

-The Arcana-

Asra

Julian

Nadia (?)

Muriel (?)

I could probably be convinced to write about Portia or Lucio, but it definitely wouldn't be my forte..

also to be fair. I have 'did Asra's route first and now I don't think I could ever do any other route' syndrome . So I'm not very far at all in the other routes

Additionally, if you have a request about a character from any of the other fandoms I've listed, there's a good chance I'll humor you 🤝

Masterlist:

╰┈➤ Arcana ｡･:*˚:✧｡

Asra:

⌦ Accidentally walking in on you changing

⌦ In the morning

⌦ Jealousy

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lemontines-writing-corner · 2 years

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Count Lucio x Royal! Reader Pt. 1

Author's Note: This goes by all gender's so you can pick whatever pronouns you like. I am a certified Lucio Morgasson simp and there were lack of attention for au's for him. It's mostly Julian or Asra ...(╥_╥). I could possibly (not sure-) take in requests that is about Arcana, I am a heavy ass fan about it! ･ﾟ･(｡>ω<｡)･ﾟ･

This is when Count Lucio is still married and alive to Nadia, and when the plague was still up and running.

Enjoy the story now. Bye babes! Author out!

You had to attend matters with Nadia about Vesuvia due to the people starving and suffering due to the lack of imports from each city. Supposedly suffering from red beetles destroying each crop and lack of water that came through the pipe from an extremely specific city that Vesuvia counted on. Of course, Nadia had to come in and call for help with you, talking about sharing crops and in return trading good imports such as a few useful items for your people. You heard all the stories of Vesuvia and their snobbish trashy Count Lucio, you shrugged it off as you finally arrived at Vesuvia, your ship stopped by the front of the docks as one of your personal guards led you down. There you were led by a bustling city selling, trading, and buying items; several drunk people out of a tavern. Most were homeless or suffering in poverty, many beggars on every street of Vesuvia, you felt very pitiful about them and thought how can this happen? Your thoughts had stopped as you arrived at the palace gates, Nadia had come down the stairs and demanded the guards to open the gates to let you in.

“Ah (y/n), I am very delighted to see you again” she replied in a welcoming calm tone. You and Nadia have had a great friendship ever since she visited your land. She is very respectful and has come to terms with you and your people, since Count Lucio tried to stir up issues in your city before you became (Count/Countess/Leader) of your city. You were one of the Courtiers for your city and remembered that the last thing your Leader had done for your city was to block off all contact with Vesuvia, surely you had skilled magicians there in your city. It was protected with strong protection magic so that if any Vesuvian or the menacing Count came back they would be instantly zapped with some strong magic that would give them endless headaches for hours on end if they did not leave the city. That was the last thing your Leader had done right after spending their last years of ruling the City. Eventually you were next in line ruling for the city, the last news you received about Vesuvia was the Count getting married to someone. It was while you decided to remove all protection barriers around the city, and have decided to extend, build, and forge good relations with other cities.

“One of my courtiers will escort you down to the dining hall (y/n),” Nadia then spotted Volta as she called upon her name. Volta paused as she quickly ate the last piece of bread quickly as she turned around and looked at Nadia with an innocent look, clearly Nadia knew what she was doing but she let it go because she knew Volta’s situation. “Volta will you lead our guest of honor down the dining hall, they had a long journey arriving here,” Nadia commended as Volta nodded, “Yes, your majesty!” she replied in such a quick tone, “Follow me your majesty!” Volta trotted along down the halls as you followed the non-human-like creature. She opened the doors revealing a big dining room, there faced a big painting of the arcana and so many tables arranged around the huge table, across the table from where you saw was Count Lucio eating his food.

He looked up from his food when you took a seat across from him, he raised a brow and observed you for a split second, then decided to pop in a question. “Who are you?” staring at you in such a curious yet a judging way, you looked up and answered his question. “I am (y/n), (count/countess/leader) of (City name),” his eyes widened, “The last leader passed on their powers to you?” you nodded, “tch of course, I never liked your leader, they never agreed with my ways. I am glad they died,” he let out a grin as he fixed his hair back. Being the person you are, a part of you wants to slap him and talk some sense but you decided not to, you rolled your eyes and waited for the servants to serve you some food. “So, tell me about yourself Count Lucio,” you asked, and he perked up at that question, all he ever did was brag about himself and his achievements but mostly about himself which you were close to falling asleep since the conversation was getting too boring and dry. Nadia finally came in as she cleared her throat at Lucio, “I think our royal guest has had enough of your ramblings about you now,” she turned towards you as you sat up and rubbed your eyes.

“Deepest apologies (y/n), I was having a small conversation with the courtiers and handling the royal duties,” you reassured her there was no trouble as she took a seat next to you discussing the trading and crop ports from your city to Vesuvia, Count Lucio grew bored of the conversation but had to listen in as well since he is Count OF Vesuvia. Once the conversation was over, Nadia called Portia over, “Would you kindly escort (y/n) to the guest rooms please?” Portia nodded, “Follow me your majesty,” you guys left the dining hall. Portia led you down the long halls as Lucio followed along, “(y/n)/ correct?” you nodded as he grinned again, “You do not look bad at all- I mean you are the most beautiful (count/countess/leader) I have ever seen. You rolled your eyes once again as you sarcastically responded to his comment, “why thank you I am soooo flattered,” he suddenly grunted at that response, “I mean it, you should be thankful, after all I-,” “You are the Count OF Vesuvia...yes, I get it your majesty,” he scowled and pouted a bit. Let us just say the two of you started off on a bad note.

#the arcana game #the arcana fanfic #arcana fanfiction #arcana x reader #the arcana x reader #the arcana x mc #lucio x reader #lucio x mc #lucio montag #lucio the count #the arcana game lucio #count lucio #montag morgasson #lucio morgasson #arcana au #arcana #arcana fandom

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stardustincarnate · 2 years

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ALL TO MYSELF // Yandere!Count Lucio x Reader (II)

READ PART ONE HERE.

GENDER-NEUTRAL READER.

WORD COUNT : 3678 words.

GENRE : yandere!au. slight fluff in the beginning.

WARNINGS : major character death. mentions of blood. non-consensual touching. a very twisted view of love.

watch out for typographical/grammatical errors.

♡ writing commissions are open! ♡

CLICK HERE FOR THE WATTPAD VERSION.

What a fair day it was.

My lover and I had prepared and filled our portmanteaus with the necessities. Lucio, being his usual self, stuffed a lot of clothes that I was sure he wouldn’t even be wearing. Look at all those excess gold!

The seven of us had sailed out in Nadia's yacht. A huge and sleek yacht. I was torn between staring at the beauteous sea or staying inside and exploring its ornate structure. But eventually I ended up joining Lucio out in the open.

His introspective figure stared at the gentle oscillation of glimmering waves, the sun setting behind him and painting warm hues on the white yacht. His hands were on the railing and it seemed as if he was roughly gripping on them. When I approached him, he didn’t notice me until my third call. He was acting out of character again. Normally he would annoy (as I'd like to word it out) us all. It was good for our parts though since we wouldn’t be having any more headaches with this troublemaker.

“What’re you thinking, Luci?”

“Me?” He pointed to himself. Obviously. “Nothing important! Haha! I'm just enjoying the view! It’s great! Isn’t it?”

“I do like the view.” I assented.

“You’re my best view.”

“..Oh.”

He laughed at my displeased reaction and went silent again.

Somehow, there was a tangible premonition present in the atmosphere, and I had learned that I should always trust my intuitions. A knot formed in my stomach. What was the matter with me? I swallowed the lump in my throat and attempted to shrug it off. I refused to let my day get spoiled.

I stood beside Lucio and put my hand above his own, smiling when he nudged my shoulder with his. He put his prosthetic arm over my shoulder and pointed out to the ocean. There were three small dolphins in a near distance who swam closer to our yacht until we got a better view of them. They squeaked and jumped as if to reach us. I didn’t know if it was just Lucio's luck or something, but his upper half ended up getting drenched by I reckoned intentional splashes.

Of course, the himbo argued with the poor adorable creatures.

“Hey! Stop that! Ugh, [Y/N]! Tell them!”

“Look! They brought us another.. familiar friend.” I grinned, ignoring his plead.

When he looked down, his chagrin rose at the sight of the land shark that stole his precious Bourbon Beef the last time we went out.

“YOU! Why are you here?! You've troubled me enough! Shoo!”

“I think it can smell the Bourbon Beef Asra's preparing..”

“He’s what?! Why didn’t he tell me?!”

“Why would he te—”

He seized my wrist and we trotted to where Asra and the rest were.

“Why wasn’t I informed?!”

“You and [Y/N] looked busy with each other's company. Thought better not to disturb.” Asra replied.

“That’s good, but still! It’s Bourbon Beef we’re talking about. I already got my last one stolen and I’m not allowing any more land sharks to steal it!”

“Yeah. One already found us.”

“One? Look over there, my dear magician,” Julian pointed at the railing behind him. “Soon enough this yacht will be surrounded by them.”

I scratched my head and at the same time Asra's eyes met mine. The last time was more than enough, thank you very much.

With our magic converged, we brought up an invisible protective seal that blanketed the yacht. One could neither enter nor leave until either of us breaks the spell. I figured Asra would do it himself later.

Now free from thieves, both Asra and Lucio continued to grill the beef in satisfaction. I approached Muriel and sat beside him. He scowled but thankfully didn’t shoo me away. Reckoned it’s because he knew that at least I wasn’t as loud as my Lucio. Speaking of, I continued to watch him and Asra constantly argue about the littlest things, while Julian busied himself by telling rather exaggerated stories to Nadia which had Portia rolling her eyes at the same time playing along with her brother.

Muriel and I relished the silence together, occasionally laughing while pointing out the land sharks who were valiantly trying to access our yacht.

I leaned my back and smiled as I looked at the glowing ruby sky. Suddenly, I yelped as a heavy weight pressed on my shoulder. I looked around and it was just Lucio, grinning. I flicked his forehead.

“Aw hey!” He pouted. “Food’s ready [Y/N]. Let’s go!”

“Alright, but stop scaring me for heaven’s sake!”

We ate and shared stories and laughter. Everyone was clearly enjoying themselves. But...

“Luci..”

Lucio blinked before acknowledging my presence with a tad bit of surprise on his face. “Yes [Y/N]?”

“Are you all right? Are you sea-sick or something?”

“Me? Sea-sick? Hah! Don’t be ridiculous! I’ll never get sea-sick!”

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“What do you mean? I just did!”

“I asked if you were all right, Lucio.”

“Me? Well of course I'm all right! Why wouldn’t I be?”

“You were all quiet... It was so unlike you. I thought you’ve problems.”

“Your Luci being quiet? It's called character development, [Y/N].”

“Montag Morgasson! I'm being serious!”

“I—well—so am I! Really, there’s no need to be so worried! Save your worries for later!”

“Ugh. You are always so impossible.”

“Always?! Excuse me?!”

My eyes turning to slits seemed to be adequate for him to treat the matter less frivolously.

“Ow-kay ow-kay... [Y/N].. Hehe.. But really, I—I appreciate.. your concern.. Augh! Just come here for a sec, will ya?”

He patted his lap. I initially didn’t want to give him the satisfaction, but I also couldn’t help myself. Lucio wrapped his arms around my waist whilst nuzzling my neck. I chuckled, then he looked up at me, dazedly batting his eyelashes.

“You’re mine, aren’t you? My sweet, sweet [Y/N]... You do love me, right?”

My breath hitched as his hot breath tickled my neck, sending shivers throughout my body. With his faced cupped in my hands, I leaned in to kiss his forehead.

“Of course Luci. I love you so much.”

“You love me that you’d stay by my side forever, right?”

I ruffled his hair as I chuckled. “Of course, even if you are very loud, all the time.”

“You promise?”

“Of course. You can take my word for it.”

Lucio sighed in satisfaction, relishing the warmth my hand shared on his cheek.

“Good. That’s good, dove.”

“You’re acting so sweet today Luci.. Perhaps you’ve eaten way too much sugar?”

“Not enough sugar. I’ve still yet to eat the main sweetness right here.”

“L-Lucio!”

“Now you’re being shy?”

“You can’t blame me!”

I squirmed strenuously but his hold on me was far greater. I wiggled and even more when he began tickling me. My face was burning and the air had almost left my lungs when he stopped. We both looked at each other—and then erupted into laughter.

“Let go of me otherwise I'll really turn you back to your goat form!”

“C’mon, you always speak empty words! You love me way too much to do that!”

“You’re rather complacent when in fact I like the goat better than I like the original you. The goat was fluffier.. a perfect cuddle buddy.”

“But I am that goat!”

“You don’t have enough fluff.”

“I have loads of fluffy comforters! We can use that to cuddle!”

“But those are just comforters! I want the goat!”

Lucio scowled in disbelief. “You have weird tastes. I’m way more handsome than that stupid goat.”

“Lucio, you are that goat. You just called yourself stupid.”

“....”

He began to loudly protest while I only laughed. I pinched his nose and nuzzled it with mine when he was done complaining.

“You idiot, I love you way too much.”

“So do I, [Y/N]. Hey! Jules! Mind your own business!”

“What did I even do this time?! And don’t call me Jules!”

Eventually we had to retire to our chambers, Lucio and I sharing one as to his request. The night had been very busy, special thanks to two certain himbos making fun of each other. I fancied Lucio had gone out sometime later as I wasn’t able to feel him sleeping beside me. Still, I continued my sleep.

A hefty object resided on top on my chest. I could neither breath nor move. Everything was pitch black. The silence was too loud that I felt my head about to explode. What was going on?

The knot in my stomach tightened as I heard a pin drop. The sound was muffled.. and it sounded as if it were trying to reach me.

I could finally move. I walked and walked yet all my movements halted when I heard a scream of agony too familiar to me.

That voice...

Asra's...

Where could he be?! I ran and ran for who knows how long yet I remained unmoving and the cries only seemed to grow further away.

Light started to sporadically appear in the middle of this vast blackness, along with images of my friends who were in pain. They were crying, fighting yet failing against the unknown shadow... And then there was Asra whose eyes were fixed on mine.

‘Run.’

Run was all that he said before blood splattered on my vision, and the next image was too gruesome that I couldn’t move or even think anymore as it spontaneously replayed in my eyes.

“A-Asra!”

“ASRA!”

I sat up and reached forth, looking wildly around the vicinity.

I let out a huge sigh. It was merely a dream. But I couldn’t stop my anxiety. I clutched my clothes and tried valiantly not to think of the last image I saw, but to no avail.

It was eerily silent, only the waves crashing against each other present at the current.

I looked beside me.

Where’s Lucio?

I was anxious from my nightmare alone, but seeing him still not there made it worse.

Where could he be at a time like this? I was certain the others had all fallen asleep. I got out of bed and sauntered out in the open.

The breeze picked up and I had to squint my eyes. The waves were then characterized by torrent as the yacht wobbled on its sides. I walked and walked and then finally, I saw a familiar figure.

“Lucio! Are you alright!? Oh goodness ho—”

I stopped my tracks, noticing a brown, icky substance pooling on the ground. My heart throbbed in terror seconds later as the realization dawned me -- the substance was blood.

"Lucio! Oh my goodness! What happened?" I stepped closer, eyes still fixated on the pool of blood which trailed from Lucio himself. He turned around, eerily silent, with blood cascading his fingers -- even more of it on his chest area. Panic-stricken, I fumbled my brain for the easiest healing spell, only to stop as I fully took in what I was seeing.

Onyx sclera, horns sprouting from his forehead, bloodlust and a strong sense of utter wrongness in his demeanor.

I carefully stepped back. This wasn't Lucio. The others were nowhere to be found, and the blood...

It couldn't be.

"You're awake dove, so soon. I was hoping to spare you of the gory sight -- but oh well. It's almost over anyway. Wanna enjoy the show?"

Lucio -- no -- the abomination -- it couldn't be him! He looked down, as if to admire the gory masterpiece he had created. He stepped closer to me, licking a small blotch of blood from his swollen bottom lip, having a predator-like look on his face. I instinctively summoned my magic. He just chuckled -- so shrilly that it felt like thunder ringing in my ears.

"Come on [Y/N]! No need to be so afraid. I will never harm you. I love you."

"What did you do to Lucio?"

"What did I do to whom? Lucio? What did I do to myself? HAHAHA! Silly little pet, don't be so daft! I am your Lucio."

The magic in my tightly clenched fist began to grow more and more tangible. But a sudden, invisible compulsion tugged my consciousness away from concentration, pushing my back against a wooden panel where I winced and shut my eyes from the excruciating pain.

I could feel his shadow looming in front of me. I felt claws digging my throat, scraping my jaw and gripping it. I was forced to look at him. Even in darkness, his resemblance to my Lucio, and the rare looks he'd give me whenever we were alone, was terribly vivid. He smirked, revealing his sharp fangs.

"You still don't get it, do you? Aww, you look so adorable when you're helpless like this. Look at you, shivering..."

I gathered my strength to defeat the invisible chain around my body and surged my magic into the abomination. I stood up and looked down at him with loathing. I did knock him out -- but he recovered too quickly and chuckled. I covered my ears with the strong tintinnabulation and stepped back, wide-eyed.

Just then, appearing from behind a post was a limping, smitten figure, blood oozing from their stomach and mouth. It was Asra. He looked at me and mouthed, "Run."

Run. It all felt like deja vu.

"Run."

Run was all that he said before blood splattered on my vision, and the next image was too gruesome that I couldn’t move or even think anymore as it spontaneously replayed in my eyes.

Oh, God.

"Oh would you look at that! The magician is finally here! His apprentice can finally enjoy the last scene!"

"What did you do to them?! What did you do to them, Lucio?!"

"I simply got rid of them! They were all nuisances anyway. Liked rubbing their noses on our relationship. Taking bits of your time which should only exist for me."

My body quivered, looking at all the blood scattered around. I was loss for words for a moment. The only thing which brought my senses back was the horrible fit of laughter coming from him.

"T-They were our friends!"

"Our friends? So, like, you're choosing them over me?!"

"Lu -- "

"You said you'd be with me forever... Only the two of us, no nuisances. And I did the job so you don't have to! And now -- "

Asra surged his magic, knocking Lucio out for merely a few seconds that I was barely halfway running to Asra to help him out when Lucio got up again. Asra and I exchanged looks of terror. He had summoned a powerful spell that had always worked in the past, and for Lucio to heal so quickly was a terrifying premonition.

It was indeed Lucio, that I was sure of. Yet it didn't feel like him. The dark energy which he was emitting and oppressing us was so immense that it reminded me of...

"The Devil."

"Tsk, Asra! It's rude to interrupt while someone's talking. Didn't you learn common manners?! Oh, sorry, I forgot. No one was there to teach you, because your parents were imprisoned!"

I shared Asra's seething lividness at Lucio's words. We attacked him in unison, yet he dodged so easily, now entirely focused on provoking Asra and ignoring me.

"I always knew that you and my little dove once shared feelings. It was a long time ago, but I can't take the risk of them getting back to the surface. Sorry Asra, it's nothing personal. It's just my job to prevent that from happening."

Lucio grinned. I began attacking him simultaneously -- all attacks which he easily countered as if he was merely flicking a speck of dust. The last attack however finally sent him down. But it was no victory for us. Lucio was evidently annoyed now.

"So you're siding with him now, [Y/N]? I thought you loved me... But it doesn't matter. I can love you for the both of us."

"SHUT UP! Don't use your so-called love to justify murdering my friends, you bloody arse!"

Now he looked severely aggravated. There came a vivid change in his expression and the atmosphere. It was menacing enough before, but now it was on a different level.

"They've manipulated you so badly that you're even turning your back against ME. Well, this is gonna be a problem... As much as I want you to witness me finishing off your beloved master, you're completely siding with him now, aren't you? Well well... I don't like hurting you [Y/N], I really don't. You'll just have to forgive me for this one, okay?"

He began attacking me before I could prepare. I quickly countered though, but I was only on the defensive. He was tenfold stronger than me -- especially because his attacks were filled with too great vehemence. Asra backed me up, hitting Lucio from the other side, yet his attacks were futile. Not only did he had not enough strength left, but Lucio easily flicked his attacks away with his left hand while the other one kept on attacking me.

The insanity on his countenance grew the weaker I became due to constantly defending myself. In the end, I had failed to defeat him and landed on the wooden flooring with a thunderous crash. The last thing I saw was Asra's wounded face, full of anger and blood lust for revenge.

Would he make it? But.. Lucio was so much stronger than him...

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I awakened with a heavy weight pressing against my chest, the vestiges of my nightmare and the vivid, gory images of the events which happened still playing in my head.

Except, it wasn't a nightmare.

I knew this in my heart. Everything was real. Everything happened -- how I ended up being fettered in the yacht's interior. Still, I couldn't fully acknowledge that it was indeed what happened. I couldn't understand why all of this happened...

Why was this all happening to me? To us?

A few minutes later, a discernible figure whose countenance was graced with a haughty, odious smirk forged towards me. Lucio dropped on his knees, scratching my chin in an attempt to caress it, just like he did in the old times. But there was no warmth to his touch -- only pure lust. His actions were tainted.

And maybe they had always been, and I just failed to notice, because I believed in him. That he would grow and learn from his past mistakes.

I shivered in disgust as his lips met my jawline. I spat and glared at him, unblinking. A veer of emotions occurred in him and he tutted irascibly.

"What's this? You've always loved it when I do that to you. Now you're being a brat?"

I spat again, now on him. He snarled.

"You killed my best friends, you fucking monster! What happened... What happened to you?! I thought I know you, Lucio!"

The tears came unbidden. Thinking about it, we were so happy. I was excited to spend time with him and my best friends in Prakra. This was supposed to be a trip we could all enjoy... but what happened? I thought he was different from before! But then, he got worse... Lovesick, filled with lust for power, with the intention of keeping me all to himself.

"I thought I knew you too, [Y/N]. I thought you'd understand my intentions and work with me... but you're siding with them? Those trash? Ugh, you've blighted all the plans I've stored for just the two of us. But it's fine. Didn't I say? I can love you for the both of us. And it's not like you can escape, even if you try to."

I gritted my teeth. My resolve was adamant. I needed to escape and smite him, for the lives he had taken. This wasn't the man I loved anymore. Perhaps the man I loved never even existed. Perhaps all the actions he had given me were just fraud.

I wasn't going to underestimate that abomination, but I wasn't going to do the same with myself. I defeated The Devil once. Summoning my magic, I made him flew over the barrels, giving me enough time to untangle the magical chains restraining me. I hastily opened a portal and jumped straight just as he was about to get up. I only got as far to land on an island where I could still see the yacht on a veritable distance.

I panted. This was my time to call for back-up. Yet my heart leaped to my throat. His silhouette was already on the shore. He began taking his time walking towards me, now clearly livid.

I ran throughout the natural island maze with utter dread, moreso when I started hearing his voice. Not from my left -- not from my right -- but everywhere all at once, sharply ringing in my head and making me dizzy.

"You can run, but you can't hide from me. Don't you know, [Y/N]? We have a connection. This is what the universe gave us, a connection that only exists between the two of us. Do you know what that means? It means that neither of us can escape from one another! Wherever you go, you're bound to end up in front of me, [Y/N]!"

In a flash, I was blasted to the ground. And when I looked down, I saw a thin, sharp branch jutting from my stomach.

There was blood all over it.

I began to cough with the same red liquid. A healing spell -- I needed -- no... My hands were quivering. There was blood all over me. My vision began dimming. I began hyperventilating. Tears began cascading. I needed a healing spell -- just -- just one! And yet... Why couldn't I feel anything, anymore? The bright blue sky turned into a vision straight out of a nightmare. And an odious figure appeared before my eyes.

"See? I found you, my little dove."

#the arcana #the arcana x you #the arcana game #the arcana x reader #count lucio #montag morgasson #lucio morgasson #lucio x reader #count lucio x reader #lucio the arcana #yandere au #yandere the arcana #yandere lucio #yandere x reader #the arcana devil

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iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia · 1 year

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M6 with an MC who comes out as trans?

The Arcana HCs: M6 when MC comes out as trans

~ a request near and dear to my heart, anon, let's hope I can do it justice. To all my trans brothers, sisters, and siblings, you are valid and loved and so incredibly beautiful! - brainrot ~

Julian

Worried at first that this was common knowledge and he'd missed all the cues and this is you running out of patience and correcting him

Very relieved when you explain otherwise

He'll do his best to curb his enthusiasm, but after all you've done to help him find purpose again he's throwing all the resources he has available at you with reckless abandon

Did you want surgery? A medical plan? He can do that! He's so happy to do that!

Will randomly ask questions or bring up new facts he learned about being trans in general at all hours of the day (and night)

If you know what name you want to go by, he's using it right away. He's used multiple names himself

If you don't he is absolutely the type to suggest trying on a different one a day

While you're at it, why not come up with a dramatic backstory for each one? Each one emphasizes a different trait of yours that he loves

One time a day or two after you came out, he was half-asleep and accidentally misgendered you (old habit) and he spent the next three days apologizing and trying to make it up to you

Unless you ask him not to, he will announce your preferred pronouns to every friend he has to make sure that all of your future conversations with them are comfortable

Asra

Hell yeah, let's question gender!

But first, they love you so much, and they want you to know that they'll be with you every step of the way, and however you want to express this is completely valid

There's no pressure, there's no rush, nobody knows what's best for you like you do and he's just here to watch the magic happen

That said, where do you want to start

They know some handy spells. Would you like to play with the pitch of your voice?

Sorry, he got distracted giggling at himself sounding like he inhaled too much helium

Loves hearing all the different voices you can call their name in. Lets you know that the one they find the most attractive is the one that makes your eyes light up

Will suggest all kinds of ridiculous names to make you smile and playfully reintroduce you to Faust when you decide on one

Checks in with you on how open you want to be about your gender before he uses your preferred name and pronouns in public. He wants to protect your privacy and process

Gives you full access to their wardrobe in case there's anything you want to try on (skirts? trousers? shirts? dresses? they've got it all, and a few other outlandish pieces)

He thinks everything about you is perfect, so you may have to be upfront about asking him to pay certain parts of your body attention in a different way or adjust certain compliments

Nadia

Deeply honored to be trusted with something so important to you, takes everything about it extremely seriously

Wavers between letting you talk about things at your own pace and asking questions. The more she understands, the better she can support you

Immediately clarifies your preferred pronouns and asks after a preferred name. If you've chosen one already, she'll adjust without a hitch

If you haven't, she's very happy to help you compile a list of illustrious names and their meanings

Wardrobe overhaul. She wants you to feel as comfortable in your skin as possible

Speaking of, were you hoping for any medical care? She knows of several good doctors to summon, and you know what -

- she may as well look over the current state of the healthcare system while she's at it. These are basic needs, everyone should have access to this, not just nobility

It's unnecessary but she will stare down every one of her sisters when she reintroduces you on their next visit. They're all very quick to affirm you regardless of her silent threat

Will plan a grand announcement as soon as you're okay with it, complete with the biggest celebration you're comfortable with

Is quick to figure out which traits of yours give you gender euphoria and will heap praise on them for hours

Muriel

Cool. Thanks for letting him know

Plenty of animals have different genders at different points in their lives, it makes perfect sense if you're the type of human that does that too

He can tell you're experiencing some really strong emotions right now, but being trans is so normal to him that he doesn't realize that's the reason why until a few seconds after his initial response

Panicking because now that he realizes it's a big deal to you there's a lot more he wants to say but he doesn't know where to start so here's an emotional support chicken while he thinks

Okay. He loves you. He's proud of you for taking the step to tell him. He's here for you and wants to support whatever decisions you make

Normally prefers not needing to talk a lot and letting your understanding of each other speak instead, but he'll make an exception for this

He grew up with Asra's nonchalant approach to gender, as soon as you make your pronoun and name preferences known he'll adjust with little effort

Though with how rare it is for him to refer to you in the third person, it's not a huge change

Will be present as emotional support if you wanted to tell anyone else, but you're doing the talking

Portia

Her first response? A really big, really tight hug

"I'd better be the first person to hear this news. What's the plan?"

She certainly didn't expect your announcement, but she's not surprised. You're a cool, attractive magician, this seems par for the course

Obstacles do not exist when Portia's beloved suggests a new adventure. Gender dysphoria quakes at her name

And yes, this is an adventure! Adventures are all about discovering yourself and taking hold of your future, this definitely falls under that category

Takes full advantage of her networking skills to find the best specialists to give you different options

Speaking of networking, she may or may not start a mental list of all the other trans and gender-nonconforming people she knows in the palace

She will also not-so-subtly try getting you to hang out with them. Communities are great places to find support systems for growth!

It's okay if you feel weird about initiating it, she has no such qualms and will happily invite 20+ people over for a big, queer barbeque

Like her brother, if you're still playing around with different names she'll introduce you as different ones on different ambassador trips. The sailors think it's awesome

Lucio

You're a super cool magic user, are you announcing this because you're about to shapeshift??

Completely chill once you explain that no, you're a trans person just like all the other trans people, you're just letting him know because you hadn't told him before

Does his best to listen to everything you have to say but he'll be side eyeing you for the rest of the day just in case you suddenly build a chrysalis and disappear into it for a couple of weeks

He switched his own name from Montag to Lucio because it suited him better, he will be aggressively supportive of your name and pronoun decisions

Doesn't tiptoe around the subject at all, asks so many questions about your identity and how it works for you and how you plan on expressing it

(extravagantly, he hopes, but whatever works for you is fine)

But are you sure you can't use magic? At all? Because while you're on the subject, he wouldn't mind a few extra pounds of muscle himself ... kidding, he's kidding!

You have to be careful when you pass back through places you've been to before because he will fight anyone who misgenders or deadnames you before you have the chance to update them

Thinks announcing pronouns after your name sounds really cool so he starts doing it too

(In case you'd enjoy HCs where MC is already out & in an established relationship with M6, might I suggest M6 with an MC with gender dysphoria?)

#ask arcana brainrot #the arcana #the arcana headcanons #the arcana hc #asra the arcana #julian the arcana #nadia the arcana #muriel the arcana #portia the arcana #lucio the arcana #the arcana game #the arcana fluff #asra alnazar #julian devorak #nadia satrinava #muriel of the kokhuri #portia devorak #lucio morgasson

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bakuliwrites · 2 years

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M6 Proposing to MC

Hi everyone! So I decided I would repost some of my favorite headcanons from my old blog. Sorry if you've seen these already, but I just wanted to have them up on my Tumblr (in addition to where they are on AO3). Just as a heads up: I do not take requests. Hope you enjoy :) As with all my headcanons: Apprentice/MC is gender-neutral unless otherwise specified. This isn't new content, just organizing my new blog and transferring stuff from my old one. This will be part of headcanon Tuesday on my blog.

You and Asra have been together for a long time now, long enough where people just sort of assume you're already married. You live together, you run your shop together, you travel together, and so on. Nothing has really been stopping you, it's just that the two of you have been so busy these last few years. Asra really wants to make it official with you, though. You're the absolute love of his life. He hardly remembers a time before you. You've been on a great many journeys together, but he wants to go on even more. So he starts planning...

One evening, when you close up shop, Asra tells you he has a special surprise waiting for you. He's got that mischievous glint in his eye that he always gets when he's up to something. You can't help but laugh as Asra instructs you to wear something that you'd wear to the beach ("Like a swimsuit?" you ask, skeptically. The smirk on Asra's face grows wider and he shrugs, "I don't know. Whatever you wear to the beach." So helpful, Asra)

Asra guides you down to the shoreline, but doesn't stop there. He keeps going until you get to this secluded little cove. From here, you can see the far off lights of Vesuvia twinkling under a dark, velvet sky. Asra lets you pause to take in the view before beckoning you to follow him again. He leads you into a small cave, pitch black at its entrance. You're about to ask him where on earth he's leading you when all of a sudden you're met with bursts of magic like tiny fireworks and glowing mist swirling gently above and around you. Asra smiles softly at you, that impish glint growing brighter with each step you take.

The cave leads out to a small alcove that opens up onto the water. It's absolutely gorgeous. It's like you can see the whole ocean from here. It's here that Asra sets up a small picnic for you, filled with all your favorite foods and desserts and drinks! "MC, will you lay out the blanket for me? I have to grab something from the basket," he asks. You don't think much of it, though there's something a bit strange in his voice. When you're finished with your task, you whirl around and there's Asra, on one knee, holding out a beautiful, bohemian style ring. "MC, you have my heart, and always will. We've been on all kinds of journeys together. But I want to go on even more with you. I wanted to know if you'd like to share all of life's many adventures with me?" His voice is calm but his hands are shaking. And when you say yes, happy tears stream down his face. He slips the ring on your finger before crashing his lips into yours. Asra is utterly delighted💜

Nadia has been a bit wary of marriage since her first one turned out so poorly. But with you, everything's different. She's ecstatic, actually, to marry you and has been planning her proposal for basically an eternity now. She wants it to go just right. She has checklists, plans, spreadsheets, and so on for this proposal (none that you're privy to, she keeps them very well hidden). She almost had a heart attack one day when you walked into her office while she was working out some bugs in her plans (though she kept her cool so well, you didn't even notice).

The day she's planning to propose to you, however, everything goes wrong. The florist brings the wrong flowers (Nadia had specifically asked for orchids, but they brought white roses and she shudders, thinking of Lucio). All of the musicians she had in her string quartet canceled, except for the bassist (she sighs, supposing you could have a good background beat when she proclaims her undying love for you). And to top it all off, it's pouring rain (she was planning on proposing out on the veranda, under the pinks and oranges of a beautiful sunset, but alas). She's not upset, just extremely disappointed. All that planning and for what? No matter, she'll simply have to switch gears, she tells herself calmly (but she is anything but calm).

She sends everybody home (florist, bassist, caterers, and so on). When you enter the palace, you're practically drenched from your walk from your shop. Nadia is waiting for you, prepared with a towel and warm tea (or cocoa, whatever you prefer). She directs you to one of the many fireplaces and sits you down on a chaise lounge. You beg her to come snuggle up beside you, excited to have her all to yourself that evening, but she simply stands before you, fidgety and anxious looking. She's acting strangely, her crimson eyes hardly able to make contact with you. "Nadia, what's wrong?" you venture, and all of a sudden, Nadia freezes like she's just seen a ghost. You've never seen her this worked up before. It's quite alarming, actually!

You open your mouth to say something more, worry furrowing your brows, when all of a sudden, Nadia takes a deep breath. She kneels down to the ground in front of you and takes both your hands in hers. Her air of calm returns and soothes you out of your initial concern. "MC," she begins in her dulcet tone, "I'd planned out this- elaborate evening for us and, of course, I was thwarted," she laughs a little, her smile crinkling the corner of her eyes, "It's a long story, but suffice to say, just having you here, snuggling up by the fire together- well, I'd say that's a pretty perfect evening, in and of itself. So I'll take this perfect moment to ask you..." She pulls something out from the pocket of her dress. It's a square, velvet box that she opens, revealing an elegant, sparkling ring. "MC, will you marry me?" She holds her breath, watching your stunned face as you go through a thousand different emotions at once (all of them good). When you say yes, she exhales, tears falling gently down her cheeks as she slips the ring on your finger and presses her lips tenderly to yours 💜

Julian (oh, Julian). He's probably been carrying a ring around in his pocket for months now, waiting for the right time to propose to you, but too nervous to do it. You fluster him like no one else does. Every time he thinks he's found the right moment, a little seed of worry stops him (what if you say no? what if you say absolutely no? what if you just look at him like he's crazy and say nothing? what if he drops the ring???). Literally nothing is stopping him, except his own anxiety about how he thinks you could potentially maybe possibly react.

The two of you are wandering the streets of Vesuvia one afternoon, hopping from market to market, looking for some ingredients. There's nothing really special about today, but when Julian looks at you, he feels his heart just swell with adoration. This was the day, he thinks. The time is right. But he wants to do it somewhere a little more private, a little less hectic. So Julian directs you to that garden the two of you once hid from the guards in. "What are we doing here?" you question, raising a perplexed eyebrow at him. He merely smirks, waggling his eyebrows in return, "You'll see." He tells you there's something interesting about one of the statues and directs you to take a look at it. You acquiesce, with a bit of hesitance, but Julian is Julian, so him acting sort of weird like this isn't that much of a surprise. It's obviously all a ploy so he can distract you while he pulls out the ring.

So, of course, now that it's the right moment and Julian feels a swell of confidence, he realizes, Good God, I've lost the ring. He could've sworn��it was in his coat pocket. Like, it was there yesterday, wasn't it? He's frantically patting himself down, feeling every inch of his coat, his pants. He even looks in his boots. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Did it fall out last night at the Rowdy Raven? Was he pickpocketed? Was there a hole in his pocket? What on earth was he to do now that he didn't have the ring? He whirls around, looking frantically for something circular he might be able to use as a replacement until he finds it again. And then he wonders if he should just hold off?

"Hey, Julian, honey," your voice pipes up from behind him, startling the poor man out of his thoughts. He's even more alarmed (and embarrassed) when he turns around and sees you holding up the little black box that was storing your ring. "I think you dropped this," you say, trying everything in your power to not burst into giggles, "It was on the ground right in front of you." Of course it was. You hand the box over to Julian and with a small smile add, "I'll pretend I didn't see it." You give him a small peck on the cheek before turning back to the statue he'd directed you to. Loudly and overenthusiastically, you exclaim how interesting the statue is, allowing Julian to pull himself together. With a renewed wave of confidence, Julian kneels to the ground. "MC?" he begins, gaining your attention again. You whirl around, a knowing smile tugging at your lips as you’re greeted by Julian's blushing face. "I know I've rightly fumbled this proposal," he laughs, his eyes already glimmering with tears, "But you've turned this salty old dog into a bumbling, flustered, happy mess. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Would you be the captain to my first mate?" You burst out laughing, and Julian's heart stops in his chest. "Of course!" you cry, practically throwing yourself into his arms. His worry is quickly forgotten as he slips a timeless, antique ring on your finger and captures your lips in his 💜

Portia is quite good at keeping secrets, so while the two of you have discussed getting married, she absolutely does not let on about her plans of proposing to you. You are totally in the dark about them, much to her delight. She has the perfect thing planned for the two of you! She goes out shopping for everything she needs for a romantic dinner at her cottage. She even manages to subtly find out from you what kind of ring you'd want. The night before she plans to propose to you, she's so giddy, she can hardly sleep!

The next morning, she lets you sleep for however long you need to (but not too late, she's got a schedule to keep to!). Once you've gotten ready for the day, Portia takes you out to go on an adventure! Since you both have the day off, it's time to do some exploring. She won't tell you where you're going, though. "You'll just have to trust me!" she winks, taking your hand in hers and bounding off towards town. The two of you start in the markets, where you first met. Portia describes to you how positively adorable she thought you were on your first meeting. She'd spilled all those pomegranates everywhere, but you were so kind to help her pick them all up! She was taken with you immediately.

Portia takes you on an entire tour of Vesuvia, stopping at all the places that are significant to you, and even places you just pass every day that you hadn't even realized carried so much meaning. With each stop, she describes something important about your relationship with her. "It was here that we had our first kiss, and there that we first danced. Oh! And here's where that guy tried to pickpocket you-" But you cut in to finish the story, bubbling with laughter, "And you started threateningly waving that basket at him! The look on his face! He was so scared of you, Portia." The two of you double over with laughter. Once you calm down, you start walking back to Portia's cottage. "Why are you doing all of this today?" you question, smiling gently and feeling a bit confused. Portia shrugs, cryptically responding with, "Just feeling a bit nostalgic, I guess."

The sky is bright with the colors of the sunset when you finally return to the cottage. As you're about to enter, Portia whirls around and exclaims, "Oh! Can you grab one of those yellow squash from the garden? I need it for our dinner tonight!" You head back towards the garden, not even an inkling of suspicion in your mind. You spot the best looking, ripest squash in the bunch and start to tug and twist at its stem when you notice something glinting on one of the curly vines shooting off of it. It's a ring, you realize as you pick it up, and quite a lovely looking one, too! It's bright and colorful. You turn to call to Portia, wanting to share your discovery with her, but when you whirl around, she's already kneeling before you, a bright beam on her face. She giggles at your flabbergasted look and says, "MC, this is where I want us to make our home. Well, our home we can come back to in between adventuring. But I've also realized that no matter where we go, I think I've found my home in you. Would you do me the honor of being my adventure companion, for life?" Before you can even say anything, Portia knows your answer by the way your eyes light up, but she waits for you to say it anyway. When you're finally able to speak, Portia slips the ring on your finger before pulling you into a tight embrace, pressing her lips fervently against yours 💜

Muriel wants to marry you so badly, but he's so worried about what you would say if he proposed to you. Do you even want to marry him? Is that something you've even thought about? Is that something you could even comprehend with him? He works himself up into an anxious mess, but he doesn't show it. But you've helped him discover how to be kinder to himself, to be more confident. He loves you with all of his heart and wants to spend the rest of his life making you happy.

Muriel sets to work immediately. He doesn't have any grand plans for your proposal, but only because he knows you'd each want something quiet. His first order of business is the ring. He decides he's going to craft it himself. Secretly, he gathers all his materials and works during times that you're out of the house. If he doesn't know how to shape metal or set a stone into a ring, he learns. He'll spend the rest of his life, learning and growing with you, and he's delighted. After he finishes the ring (and he's sure that it's absolutely perfect), he starts to practice what it is he's going to say. He sits in front of Inanna and goes through a variety of speeches he's worked out in his head. But absolutely none of them seem right. He fumbles over the words, starts to feel emotional when he delves into the intricacies of his love for you (why can't he stop crying when he talks about how grateful he is to have met you? how is he even going to propose at this rate?!).

Finally, Muriel settles on writing it down. He drafts a short, but sweet little proposal and rolls it up. He keeps it hidden somewhere you won't go looking and waits for the right opportunity to bring it out. Now there's the question of when he's going to propose. He wants the timing to be just right. But what would "just right" be? He could cook you a nice dinner and propose when you return from the shop one day. He could hide the ring in the chicken feed and wait for you to discover it while you're helping him feed them (but then there was the risk of accidentally feeding a chicken the ring, and the thought spooks him). Brainstorming practically keeps him up all night. And absolutely nothing he comes up with seems right.

The next morning, Muriel rises before you do. He's hardly slept, but he simply can't stay in bed any longer. The anxiety he's getting from trying to come up with the perfect proposal is just too much. He sits down at your breakfast table and sips at a mug of that lemon tea you bought him a few weeks ago. It's warm and citrusy and comforting. As he mulls over even more possibilities, he gazes across the room at your slumbering form. You look so peaceful and calm. He feels a swell of adoration for you, and suddenly, an idea occurs to him. He quietly calls Inanna over to him and enacts his plan. As the sun starts to stream through the windows of the hut, you groggily stretch and open your eyes. The first thing you see is Inanna padding over to the bed, carrying something gently in her mouth. "Good morning, Inanna. What's that you've got there?" you begin sleepily, reaching for whatever it is she has. It's a little wooden box with a small scroll attached to it. Curious, you unroll the piece of paper first. In Muriel's messy handwriting is written, "MC, you've shown me how to love myself. I hope to be able to show you how much I love you, too. For the rest of my life, I promise to cherish you. Will you marry me?" Speechless, you open up the wooden box. Inside is an intricately carved ring with a raw emerald in the center. You look up to see Muriel striding towards the bed, a blush spreading across his cheeks. You toss aside the covers and throw your arms around him. "Yes, Muriel! Yes!" you cry, happy tears streaming down both your face and his. He pulls you into a warm embrace and presses his lips tenderly to yours 💜

Lucio is incapable of keeping a secret, so you pretty much know that he's going to propose to you pretty soon. You've heard him (loudly) discussing it with his friends and attendants, trying to plan out the perfect day. You don't really hear the details, but you definitely know it's coming. Lucio is beside himself with glee during the planning process. He has so many ideas, it's actually hard for him to settle on just one.

First order of business is the ring, but he's pretty much got that covered right away. He's had it custom made and it's as elaborate and glamorous as possible. There's no way he's letting your elegant hands be tarnished by anything less than the best. Second order of business: the flowers. Your favorites, of course, and then a plethora of white roses. He wants bouquets upon bouquets. You have to be surrounded by flowers, wherever it is that he ends up proposing to you. Then there's the venue. The palace gardens? A yacht party? A masquerade ball? There are so many brilliant possibilities, can't he just do all of them? Lucio, after some talking down from some of the other M6, settles on the finest restaurant in Vesuvia (but he has some extra surprises in the day for you). He scores you the best seats in the house and makes all kinds of special requests for the menu.

The day of the proposal, you're awoken with breakfast in bed, and your first set of bouquets. Lucio is ecstatic, practically bouncing off the walls. He promises you a day of luxury and non-stop fun! It's all a bit overwhelming, but you can tell Lucio put a lot of work into trying to plan something elaborate and romantic for the two of you. There's a carriage ride around Vesuvia (with more flowers), a couples massage/spa day before a light lunch (and even more flowers), a hot air balloon ride in the evening (and even more flowers, did Lucio just massacre an entire field of flowers?). All the while, Lucio makes sure to tell you all the things he finds adorable about you and all the things he loves. "MC, I think you and I are the greatest couple in Vesuvia. No, this side of the continent. No! The whole entire world," he proclaims as you look out over the sprawling streets of the city from where you hover above in your hot air balloon. You simply laugh at all of his grandiose claims, laughs that Lucio silences with sneaky kisses.

Upon landing, you set out for your dinner. He really did score not only the most expensive and exclusive restaurant in Vesuvia, but the best seats in the house. You're seated on the balcony, overlooking the water below. The breeze is lovely and the sky is twinkling with starlight. Lucio has made arrangements for your meal already. They come in tiny tasting portions, but there's plenty of food so there's no need to worry about not getting enough. Over dessert, Lucio holds your hand, entwining his fingers with yours and staring rather impishly into your eyes. He wears a mischievous smirk and you have a feeling you know what's coming. So when the champagne arrives and you spot something glinting at the bottom of your glass, you're not surprised. But you are absolutely delighted. Lucio fishes the ring out for you (he struggles a bit trying to get the prongs of a fork to hook around the metal, but he manages). He looks confident, but his hands are trembling as he kneels down in front of you. "MC, I really mean it when I say I think we're the greatest couple in the world," he begins, smiling brightly up at you, his pale eyes twinkling, "Together, I think we can take it by storm. They won't know what hit 'em! Want to make us The official power couple of Vesuvia? No, the whole world!" His proposal is utterly ridiculous, so you can't help but laugh. "Yes, Lucio. Just promise me you don't actually have any plans of world domination," you laugh as Lucio slips the huge, sparkling ring on your finger. He shrugs, winking at you before lifting you up and twirling you around in his delight. He embraces you tightly and passionately ensnares your lips in his 💜

Bonus points if Lucio takes a swig out of the wrong glass and nearly chokes on the ring (because that is something he would totally do).

#the arcana #asra alnazar #nadia satrinava #julian devorak #portia devorak #muriel of the kokhuri #lucio morgasson #count lucio #the arcana headcanons #dani headcanons #asra x mc #nadia x mc #julian x mc #portia x mc #muriel x mc #lucio x mc #fluff #gender neutral

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{elizabeth debicki, she/her, thirty-one} we just saw NADEZHDA 'NADIA' LIDDELL entering CANARY WHARF. i heard through the grapevine that their loyalties lie with herself THE JABBERWOCKS, and that they also go by THE WHEEL OF FORTUNE. be careful, they work as a FINANCIAL ADVISOR / MONEY LAUNDERER and are known to be ALOOF, INSENSITIVE, or INTOLERANT. however they’re also known to be FOCUSED, METICULOUS, and SHREWD. – {hanna, she/her, gmt+2, no triggers}

STATISTICS.

full name: nadezhda minerva liddell

nickname(s)/alias(es): nadia, the wheel of fortune

age: 31

date of birth: august 23, 1992

star sign: virgo

place of birth: devon, england

current location: london, england

gender: woman

pronouns: she/her

romantic & sexual orientation: greyromantic bisexual

religion: atheist

occupation: financial advisor, money launderer

family: constantine liddell ( father – deceased ), ekaterina liddell ( mother ) , viktor liddell ( older brother ) , maksim liddell ( older brother ) , elizaveta liddell ( younger sister ) , one more younger sibling

education level: graduated with a msc in finance from the stockholm school of economics in 2015; earned her bachelor's (a BA (Hons) in Economics) from the university of cambridge in 2013

living arrangements: a 4-bedroom penthouse located in the city of westminster

financial status: extremely wealthy, even by rich people's standards

spoken languages (in order of fluency): english, russian, french, italian, portuguese, romanian, swedish, danish

BIOGRAPHY.

to be written.

meanwhile pls check out the timeline & fun facts section for some headcanons.

TIMELINE & LOCATIONS THROUGH THE YEARS.

1992 - 1998: devon, england

1998 - 2003: cascais, portugal

2003 - 2008: bucharest, romania

2008 - 2010: st. donats, wales

2010 - 2013: cambridge, england

2013 - 2015: stockholm, sweden

2015 - 2017: copenhagen, denmark

2017 - 2019: paris, france

2019 - 2020: moscow, russia

2020 - 2022: geneva, switzerland

2022 - 2023: rome, italy

2023 ->: london, england

FUN FACTS.

as evidenced by the timeline section, nadia has moved around A Lot and has lived relatively little time in england. this was motivated by constantine's desire for nadia to learn the tricks of the money laundering trade as soon as she displayed an affinity for it. europe's best were spread across the continent and given that there might be some cultural nuances to the trade, it only made sense she actually lived in the regions.

she is an international baccalaureate girlie through and through. all of her education prior to tertiary education was ib; primary years in portugal, middle years in romania, and diploma programme in wales. given the programme's international nature, it enabled nadia to form connections with useful individuals all over the world.

nadia is 190cm / 6'3" tall, making her the tallest liddell by far. the massive height difference, especially compared to her father, has led to some speculation that she's an illegitimate child, but the liddells have always ignored such talk. they know she's a liddell by blood, as much as she detests their relation, and nothing can change that

speaking of height, rarely will you catch nadia without a pair of christian louboutin's in her feet. she particularly favors the kate design — a classic pointy pump with a red sole and a 10cm stiletto heel. this makes her 2 meters / 6'7" tall and very intimidating in the eyes of others. she couldn't care less about the feelings of others, though, she'll gladly crush you under her heel and exploit your insecurity gleefully.

even though she's got a great memory and likely remembers your name, even after a brief encounter, she'll shamelessly pretend she doesn't remember it if she's deemed you too boring / inferior to her. furthermore, she has no issue using a dehumanizing nickname when speaking about you. an example of this is maksim, who nadia sometimes refers to as "expense number (insert number here)" due to what his rehab cost.

capable of physical violence and killing, as all liddell children are, but considers herself above such vulgarities. however, can and will absolutely calculate the most and least efficient ways to commit such acts based on numbers and statistics.

nadia owns two russian blue cats, named mariinsky and bolshoi. they're the closest thing to children she'll ever have, and all of her capacity for warmth and caring is reserved for them only.

more headcanons to be added !

#dossier.

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