#asra's journal

[anime-academia]

四月 二日 2024年 火曜日

(しがつ ふつか 2024ねん かようび )

This week's kanji focus and today's kanji practice ft. the days of the week.

Also some books i plan on finishing/ reading this month.

Today felt long, but I managed to go through 2 more reference books and note down the important points. Progress is progress.

I will be spending the rest of the evening on Spanish and watching Sailor Moon🌙

#langblr #japanese langblr #japanese practice #bookblr #reading list #asra's journal #studyblr #gradblr #spanish langblr

[warlordfelwinter]

A Completely Normal Meet Cute

now that we're t-minus a month from Celeste being real, i figured maybe i can start sharing some of the random little word doodles i've got for him. i might make a little collection for him on ao3 like i did for Asra but that will have to wait until i'm back at a computer

starting with the obvious

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It didn't take long for it to turn into a bloodbath.

It never did with mortals. It was almost amusing, the ferocity with which they fought for his favor.

Asmodeus sighed, watching the fallout of an ill-planned attack as it spilled out into the street. To an outward observer, he appeared bored, but his eyes were sharp. His gaze searched for recognizeable signs among the cultist summoners, wondering which tanar'ri lord had gotten the bright idea to attack his avatar. He was disguised, naturally, parading as one of his Chosen. But he doubted this scale of ambush would have been launched just for a Chosen. The tanar'ri and cultists themselves weren't a problem, of course, he could end this in a heartbeat if he felt like it. The problem was whoever knew he was going to be here.

It was rare for him to send an avatar to the Prime Material Plane, given how it confined him, but occasionally he needed to oversee things personally. It was… irritating when those things got interrupted. Someone was going to pay.

Eventually. He wanted to watch the mortals tear each other apart first.

"LOOK OUT!"

Focused as he was on the cultists, Asmodeus was taken by surprise. There was a flash of golden light and something slammed into him, knocking him to the ground. He would be glad, later, that everyone here to see this was dead. He looked up into startled, luminous, golden eyes. A beautiful face lit from behind by a halo and radiant golden wings. For an exquisitely confusing heartbeat, Asmodeus assumed he'd been pounced upon by a celestial.

Luckily for the aasimar, he realized the truth before he reacted in a way that a celestial would have deserved. Though he did drop his disguise with a snarl, trying to gently startle the aasimar off of him.

A large, beastial tanar'ri leapt over them both, clearly what the aasimar had been getting him out of the way of. As it passed, instead of flinching away from Asmodeus, the aasimar ducked closer, their faces mere millimeters apart. Asmodeus was almost certain he saw a curious flicker of recognition in that golden gaze as the moment passed. The creature skidded to a halt and spun around, snarling. Even with his aura at a low simmer, Asmodeus would be instantly recognizeable to one of the tanar'ri. An irresistable target.

The aasimar scrambled off of him, placing himself between Asmodeus and the beast, and shouting a challenge at it in Celestial.

Asmodeus got up, brushing dust off his robes, watching curiously what was suddenly the most interesting fight in the square. The beast was injured already and weak, making it fairly easy for the aasimar to dispatch. He fought with grace, with his fists and feet, possibly with his teeth at one point.

Most of the mortals had already offed each other, the noise from the adjacent square quieting down, just as new noise of alarm bells and approaching guards started up. The aasimar dropped to a knee in front of the dead tanar'ri, his luminescent wings vanishing, and pried its mouth open. He sighed in disappointment.

"Do you have a knife I could borrow?" he asked.

As the running steps of the city watch got closer, Asmodeus flicked a hand, hiding himself, the aasimar, and the dead beast from sight, wondering where this was going to go. He ought to just leave. Instead, he said,

"A knife?"

"Yes."

"No."

He turned and looked up at Asmodeus, confused. "The Lord of the Hells can't conjure a knife?" he asked, incredulous.

Asmodeus blinked. "Ah, so you do know who I am and you're just an idiot," he said.

The aasimar shrugged. "I'm sure you would have killed me already if you were going to," he said. "Can I borrow a knife or not?"

Asmodeus tilted his head ever-so-slightly. He could force this mortal to be afraid of him. It wouldn't be that difficult. But rare… exquisitely rare was the mortal that just wasn't afraid of him. Those who knew who he was cowered at the sight of him, begging favor or mercy. Occasionally there was the delusional zealot convinced they could kill him. He couldn't immediately remember the last time one reacted to him like this.

He stepped forward, lifting a hand, expecting the aasimar to flinch and give up this fearless facade. When he didn't, Asmodeus flicked his wrist. He held down a hand, offering an ornate obsidian dagger by the handle.

The aasimar smiled oddly and took it. "Thanks," he said, turning back to the demon. Asmodeus leaned forward, now far more interested in whatever was wrong with this person than the city watch raiding the manor across the square. The aasimar carved open the tanar'ri's belly, visibly tensing as he pulled the organs out. Quickly, he identified what passed as a stomach and slit it open, retrieving a golden bracelet from the various half-digested viscera inside.

He shuddered, breathing shallow, and stood up, stepping back away from the corpse. He turned, startled to find himself a few inches from Asmodeus. He didn't step back, just held up the blood slicked dagger in the small space between them.

"Keep it," Asmodeus said, narrowing his eyes slightly. He stepped back. The aasimar retrieved a cloth from his pocket and cleaned off both the bracelet and dagger. The bracelet he slipped onto his wrist where it joined others of the same make. The dagger he wrapped in the cloth and tucked into his belt.

Those curious golden eyes flicked up and down Asmodeus' form and he smiled, holding out a hand. "Celeste."

Asmodeus flicked his fingers, cleaning Celeste of blood and viscera before he took the offered hand. Rather than shake it, he dipped his head slightly, bringing it to his lips. He smiled and straightened back up, letting Celeste go.

"Asmodeus," he replied. "Charmed."

There was some heat in Celeste's cheeks as he pulled his hand back, brushing a stray lock of hair behind an ear. "Your welcome, by the way, for saving your life just now," he said. "The customary thank you would be buying me a drink."

It was one of the least subtle hints Asmodeus had ever had directed at him. He wondered what this mortal wanted. Immortality, riches, fame? He already had enough beauty to spare. If he was after a deal, he must think himself brilliantly lucky to have found Asmodeus here tonight. Or he'd known… Asmodeus doubted that. Whatever the aasimar was doing here, it didn't seem related to the tanar'ri cultists.

Regardless, whatever he wanted would have to be directed at someone else. Asmodeus was busy. He smiled, faintly.

"I think not." He walked past Celeste, flicking a hand and dismissing his wards. The moment before he recalled his avatar to Baator, he heard Celeste laugh. As was typical of his blood, it was a sound like music.

"You can't blame me for trying!"

#geeze when was the last time i posted something i wrote #anyway can you guys tell im so excited about celeste again #a waterdeep game with an amazing dm who i trust enough to let asmodeus out of my possessive claws #the party seems fun so far #i came swinging in with a fully developed character 2 seconds after the game was announced #so the other two are still fiddling with their characters but i think it will be a fun party #expect lots of art #possibly another game fic #listen i feel like celeste is gonna be my next asra he feels that powerful #he might get the asra treatment and be novelized #an excuse to buy a cute journal for campaign notes... #oc: celeste #fic

[drustvar]

WiP Wednesday

A short one bc i’m feeling kind of sick today :”) 

This is actually a direct follow up from this WiP post, like its literally the start of the next chapter. Tldr; Rosie apologizes for snapping at Asra and plays hooky from the Palace

The smell of lemon tea drew Rosie from her slumber, and she groggily followed the smell into the kitchen.

“Good morning, Rosie.” Asra looked up from the bubbling kettle. “I didn’t wake you, did I?”

She said nothing, just wrapped her arms around him and rested her head on his shoulder.

“Oh? What’s this for?”

“I wasn’t here to give you a hug when you came home,” she murmured. “And I’m sorry for being such a bitch last night.”

“You were really hurt,” he said as he pressed a soft kiss to her forehead.

“But I shouldn’t have lashed out at you. And that couch sucks, we need a new one.”

He laughed and patted her hand. “How about I go pick us up some breakfast, are you sick of pumpkin bread yet?”

“Never,” she smiled as she filled a mug with tea.

“We can have a nice self-care day, how does that sound?”

“Sounds perfect,” she grinned and playfully bumped him with her hip. “Now get going, I’m hungry!”

The next few days were quiet and mercifully and uneventful. Rosie had sent word to the Palace that she was sick and needed a few days to recover, and they’d kept the shop closed just to maintain the facade. Pippin had made his way home and promptly scolded Rosie for lying, but after being given a slice of banana bread he seemed to forget all about it. The days were a much needed reprieve, but every day at sunset she found herself staring out the window at the streets. Her journal had started to fill up with prose and sketches of a familiar face; any notes about the Count’s murder were quickly being crowded out.

#wip wednesday #kismet #rosie #asra #mine #saskjhsdgjh she really is in full giggle crush mode here....fuckin doodling and writing julians name in her journal

[chrismerle]

I'm attempting to transfer apps from old phone to new phone, and hopefully it works, 'cause if I lose all my progress in The Arcana I'm just never gonna play it again.

#actual journaling #the amount of money i poured into julian asra and lucio is unhealthy and i will not be doing it over again

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

The Arcana HCs: Brainrot's Masterlist

The first 100 full headcanons! Mostly in order from oldest to most recent ^.^

How the M6 cry and how MC comforts them

M6 when you fart while sharing a bed

M6 when they fart while sharing a bed with MC

M6 when the child they have with you is an exact carbon copy of them

How MC likes to fluster the M6

How the M6 like to fluster you

M6 when someone hands them a baby

MC makes M6 breakfast in bed

M6 making the MC breakfast in bed

M6 with an MC who has periods

M6 eating spicy food

M6 on social media

M6 with an introverted MC

M6 with an extroverted MC

M6 when MC calls them their husband/wife/spouse

How the M6 get sick

How the M6 respond to MC getting sick

M6 when they've gone too long without your affection

M6 with a merfolk MC

M6 with a touch/affection-starved MC

M6 with an MC who walks with a cane

M6 when MC gets kidnapped and tortured by Valdemar

M6 with a half-dragon MC

M6 and the lies MC tries to tell them

Julian's birthday

M6 when MC gets panic attacks/flashbacks

How the M6 get panic attacks and how MC comforts them

M6 with a tailor MC

The best part of the day with M6

How the M6 lose their temper

M6 when MC loses their temper

M6 with an insecure MC

M6 when a spell goes wrong and MC is stuck as a toddler for the day

M6 when a spell goes wrong and they're stuck as a small child for the day

M6 and cuddles

M6 administering first aid when it's their fault MC is slightly hurt

Giving first aid to the M6 when it's MC's fault that they're slightly hurt

M6 reacting to a drunk MC

M6 when MC disappears and comes back different

M6 when MC comes out as bi

Gift giving

M6 with a doodling MC

Surprise dates/getaways with the M6

M6 with an MC who has an ED

M6 reading MC's journal

M6 with an MC with gender dysphoria

M6 being petty

M6 with an MC struggling with depression

M6 and their shopping weaknesses

M6 with a starving vampire MC

M6 meeting the parent(s)

M6 with an MC who's been bottling up their affectionate tendencies

M6 swap bodies with their familiars

M6 planning their wedding with MC

M6 as unhinged childhood stories

M6 with an insomniac MC

Voiceclaims for the M6

M6 with a procrastinator MC

M6 when MC comes out as bi

MC and M6 proposing at the same time

M6 with a thief-for-hire MC

M6 with a foodie MC

M6 with an aggressively affectionate MC

When MC falls asleep waiting for the M6

When MC shows up with a familiar

When MC plays a musical instrument

M6 when MC comes out as trans

M6 helping MC with disassociation

M6 when MC is stronger than they look

When MC is a little too strong

When MC sleeps with plushies

M6 with a flirtatious and blunt MC

M6 playing Stardew Valley

M6 reacting to MC singing

M6 when MC gets a nosebleed

M6 when MC has poor eyesight

M6 and MC in animal onesies

M6 when MC is hard of hearing

MC with M6's familiars

M6 with an oblivious MC

How the M6 hurt you

How you hurt the M6

Asra and Faust's birthday

When MC accidentally steps on M6's familiar

When MC accidentally visits M6's dreams

M6 when MC has intrusive thoughts

When MC's natural patron is the Devil

When MC is a terrible chef

M6 with an MC that doesn't drink

MC with M6's family

M6 with a short MC

M6 during thunderstorms

Piggyback rides

M6 when MC goes on a trip

When MC remembers having bad parents

Nadia's birthday

M6 when MC cries over a sad story

When MC comes across colder than they are

How you mess with the M6

How M6 help you after a rough day

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

[frailharmony]

i doodled. i drawnd. the asra. oh yah i like the arcana!! my sketchbook is totes not a journal from 2017

#asra the arcana #asra alnazar #art #the arcana game #the arcana

[zeroone-eleven]

Gifts & Thoughts (M6); The Arcana

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Summary: The Main 6 and the gifts they send the Main Character. [Upright Endings]

Requested? ❌

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

"Is it obvious that all of this is right?"

-Elijah Woods, 24/7 365.

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Nadia Satrinava:

Elegance, is the word for the gifts she spoils you with.

Everything she gifts you always has a connection to a certain time you have spent together.

A memorable date? A memorable day? A memorable moment? It doesn't matter;

Even the jewels that always color coordinate with your outfit palette has some sort of underlying memory connected to them.

Prepare to get showered with the finest, most intricately detailed accessories that Nadia associates with your shared memories.

Small mechanical inventions for your familiar. Like the little toys she made for Chandra.

Just as much as she pampers you, Nadia spares no expense in both monetary value and thought value to the things she creates for your familiar.

Your familiar is never going to feel bored within the Palace grounds, what with both Chandra and Nadia's little inventions to keep them company when you aren't there.

Light silk clothes in your preferred color palette, while the Vesuvian weather makes velvet and other similar fabrics impractical-

Nadia is well versed with the versatility of silk with the heat.

The silks she gifts you are to be imported from Praka, she will settle for gifting you no other silks but the finest kind in all the world.

The embroidery on these clothing items are always customized:

A pattern of a colorful forest: When you hunted down Lucio's ghost together.

A pattern of a wheat field: For that time you screamed your grievances to the heavens.

A pattern of waves, a small island with a singular angled tree: For the time you swam with her in the High Priestess' domain.

Asra Alnazar:

Scrapbooks is the vibe that comes to mind whenever the gift is from Asra.

For his presents are a mix of both learning, and simple sentimentalities.

There are still times where he goes on his own adventures and whenever he does, he never fails to bring back a tricket (Or five) which had reminded him of you in some way.

A leatherbound journal, with a burnt in pattern. For note taking when you're working on spell adjustments.

A small gemstone imbued with a protection spell, or a spell for luck, or healing- That has been fashioned into a necklace.

Herbs that he dries himself.

Self-made tea blends that he has subjected himself to tasting before handing you the perfected blends.

Matching knitted sweaters for you and your familiar, imbued with temperature regulation spells.

Spell tomes he bought, read, and then annotated with possible helpful tips, or everyday commentary to make your learning easier and more fun.

Julian Devorak:

Tomfoolery. That's it. That's his type of gifts.

A pun book, that he had somehow managed to talk Malak into gently dropping on you.

A sealed bottle with a preserved leach inside, reminiscent of the time you both thought to bathe in a suspiciously muddled pond.

He buys small journals, and writes down his adventure stories within them before handing them over to you.

Sometimes he'd send you a "Doctor's Prescription" that contain sweet gestures such as ten hugs a day, four kisses per hour, a "Nap" with him that lasts at least 12 hours-

Julian is an actor, a performer, an artist, a man of the arts. He always comes up with a new way to make a gift unique from the rest despite them being almost the same in form.

You now have a slowly growing folder of all the Doctor's Prescriptions you have been prescribed.

Thankfully, you only have a single bottle of leech and there is no indication that there will ever be another one.

Muriel the Outsider:

Handmade. Everything he gifts you is made with love, adoration, and quiet devotion driving his hands.

Sculptures both realistic and abstract, with the wood carefully polished to bring out the unique patterns.

Spice blends foraged and dried by himself from when he goes foraging in the forest every month.

Very seldomly, he gifts you flowers that he dried himself. Whenever he finds some that he likes the colors of.

He doesn't gift you dried flowers often, he appreciates nature and it's bounty but finds it hard to see any flowers as beautiful enough to be given to you.

Home cooked meals that Muriel tries his best to perfectly season and cook to your preferences.

Whenever trading caravans pass by Vesuvia, Muriel heads into the city and does his best to peruse each and every cart. Looking for something that might "Speak" to him as something that suffices as a gift for you in his eyes.

If there is no specific thing that meets his standard, then he'll look for materials in the carts instead so that he can make you something.

Portia Devorak:

Literature; Portia learned to read and write quite late in life, those two skills have become an integral part of who she is and what she sees as art and worthy of praise.

She writes you verses, poems, short stories- and she scatters them in the nooks and crannies of your shared home for you to find unexpectedly.

The paper is always subconsciously imbued with her magic. Whenever you touch the paper, you end up getting a glimpse into what she was feeling for you when she wrote the piece.

She gifts you books of stories she always comes back to, and books about the history, customs, and culture of the places you and her are sent as Emissaries to.

She makes sure to read through these books herself first, inserting slips of paper with her own viewpoints on a particular scene, or poems inspired by the scene (and the fact that she imagined both of you in it).

She also makes sure to always get you a box of the most delicious looking and smelling treat in the bakeries you visit on your Emmisary trips.

Lucio / Montag Morgasson:

The World. (No, Lucio does not get you the world turtle- As cute as they may be.)

He is no longer the Count, he has renounced that stature in favor of being a mercenary once more.

On your excursions, Lucio takes the time to sit down and take in the sights with you. Talking about everything and little nothings all at once.

Sometimes he sneaks in a purchase when you're both in the marketplace stocking up on supplies, stuffing it into his pack when your back is turned.

He never knows where or when he's going to give it to you on your adventures, but he knows that he'll know when the time is right.

Lucio picks flowers from the paths you're walking to place it either in your hair, or he pins it to your shirt.

If you get sad when it inevitably wilts away, Lucio reassures you that it's nothing to be sad about because the memory of your happiness from receiving the flower will metaphorically be keeping it alive.

If you find a way to preserve it with magic, he'll buy a sturdy box (He also asks you to enchant it with a few spells for extra safety) in which to keep all the flowers taken from your journey.

Once the box is full, it finds a place on the mantle of your shared home.

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#Nadia Satrinava x MC #Nadia Satrinava x Reader #Asra Alnazar x MC #Asra Alnazar x Reader #Julian Devorak x MC #Julian Devorak x Reader #Muriel x MC #Muriel x Reader #Portia Devorak x MC #Portia Devorak x Reader #Lucio Morgasson x MC #Lucio Morgasson x Reader #Nadia Satrinava #Asra Alnazar #Julian Devorak #Muriel #Portia Devorak #Lucio Morgasson #the arcana #The Arcana Game #The Arcana MC #the arcana apprentice

[malaks-perch]

𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐠𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐬

asra alnazar, portia and julian devorak (all separate)

what your lover thinks of sending you love notes and what they send to you

minors + ageless blogs do not interact

𝘈𝘚𝘙𝘈

- if theres anything he loves more than pillows its taking the time out of his day to write a little love note to you

- can you imagine him locking his ankles in the air while he writes a love note to you while he’s away from home, away from you because he’s thinking about the smile on your face when you get to read his notes

- adores telling you about how beautiful, fantastical, brilliant things could never amount to you

- he puts his heart into every word and occasionally sprinkles bits of poetry in there because he can’t help sharing the lovely sonnets and odes that remind him of you

- his chest fills with so much love seeing you sent him a love letter, keeps every single one tied together in a special place in his shop as if a thief will come in the night to steal your lovely words away

asra's love letter gift includes :: raw crystals, shiny foreign currency, and feathers

𝘗𝘖𝘙𝘛𝘐𝘈

- the idea came to her when she’s too busy with work at the palace when there’s not much time to see you, but she wants to express how much she misses you and adores you

- she writes a lot of love letters to you only because she finds these moments in her day where she has time and really it’s shifted from hobby to art form in which she comes up with new ways to describe how she feels in the moments that you’re not with her and honestly she gives asra a run for his money with how she can make you tear up

- she has a little journal she brings around with her so when she’s daydreaming of you, she can jot down the little spark of love that blossoms in her chest

- portia is a talented writer and she has the countess to thank for that, but the countess couldn’t have possibly taught her ‘my heart lingers in my eyes vying for a chance to give itself yours’, lines like that have anyone tearing up

- she cheers a little whenever you sneak a love letter to her, either in a book or at the doorstep of her cottage, she’s sighing because she loves you more and more each day

portia's love letter includes :: seed packets, soft textile and ribbon from the market, and heart folds with messages inside

𝘑𝘜𝘓𝘐𝘈𝘕

- now this one, don’t even get me started with love letters, don’t you dare miss returning one to him without telling him you’re busy or you’ll surely have him pouting the next time you see him

- he loves sending you love letters as much as he loves receiving them because it’s blatantly obvious that his love language is words of affirmation and if he doesn’t get those through your letters then there’s a fair chance he’s taking this to heart

- aside from that, julian is the king of poetry, where do you think portia got it from?

- mazelinka has caught his distant eyes and worried why he’s so serious and he’ll twirl a quill in hand and explain how he’s considering what he’ll put in his next love letter to you (drama king 2.0)

- his smile is so melancholy when he receives another love letter from you, tears prick to his eyes sometimes because you really are his treasure and the best ways he can express how much you mean to him are through these passages where he’s free to declare his love and free to tell you that he loves you without the stress of consequence when it’s only him, his pen, and needlessly expensive paper

julian's love letter includes :: sea shells, topographic maps snippets of where he is, and small sketches

<333 𝘗𝘓𝘌𝘈𝘚𝘌 𝘙𝘌𝘉𝘓𝘖𝘎 𝘖𝘙 𝘓𝘌𝘈𝘝𝘌 𝘈 𝘊𝘖𝘔𝘔𝘌𝘕𝘛!! <333

#the arcana #the arcana game #julian devorak #asra alnazar #the arcana portia #portia devorak #the arcana x reader #the arcana x you #the arcana x apprentice #the arcana x mc #asra x you #asra x reader #asra alnazar x apprentice #asra alnazar x reader #asra alnazar x you #julian devorak x reader #julian devorak x apprentice #julian devorak x you #julian devorak x mc #portia devorak x reader #portia devorak x you #portia devorak x apprentice #portia x apprentice #portia x reader

[angeledeggs]

Main Six + The Courtiers with a bilingual partner

Main six plus the courtiers with a bilingual significant other! Hope y'all enjoy, and thanks for the surprising amount of support! :)

Asra 💜:

Finds it cool that you know another language, and will probably ask you how you learnt it, why you learned it, etc.

Asra is also bilingual! He speaks Arabic, too, which was his first language. He can also write in it flawlessly and though he speaks English very well, his writing in English can get a bit messy when he's tired

They'll probably want to learn a few things in the other languages you know just for fun, and if you want to have conversations in that language? Even better! Asra will hit the books right away!

If you have just a bit of an accent when you switch to English or the other language you know, Asra will probably blush a bit. He finds it attractive.

Will probably brag to their parents that you're so smart that you know more than one language, and probably to their friends, too.

If you know Arabic, or even better- learned it for Asra, he'll probably fall a bit harder for you and the bragging to his parents will most definitely be nonstop.

Muriel💙:

Finds it impressive, especially since he just knows English. Will ask you a bit about the language you know, how good you are, etc.

He'll probably not want to learn it though, not because he thinks it's weird, just because he's kind of bad at memorizing things (unless it comes to what you like).

If you want him to try though, he definitely will. He'd probably try to read some books and give up, and try flash cards instead. In the end, he can kind of carry a conversation with you in the language.

But if you want to speak in that language to him more often, he'll definitely amp up his studying and a lot of the times in the evening you'll find him quietly making more flashcards. It warms your heart.

He manages to stumble through an "I love you" in the language you know and gets really happy when you can understand him.

Nadia💎:

Finds it refined and elegant that you can speak in another language, even if you can barely do it and stutter through your words.

If you have any accent, she'll also find that extremely graceful of you.

She also knows a few languages herself which includes English and a few dialects of Hindi, but she won't tell you unless you ask, just because she's never thought of it before.

If you know her language or any of the dialects (or teach yourself), no matter how broken it is, she'll melt.

Is probably similar to Asra in the act of bragging to her family about you and your skills. A lot.

Might learn a phrase or two in the language you know, just to say it to you and see your reaction. But then she's suddenly studying it every night and sometimes mumbles it in her sleep when you two cuddle.

Julian🦠:

Thinks it's cool and deems you 'even smarter'

He knows Russian and might say a thing or two to you in it when he's teasing you. If you know Russian, he most definitely will blush whenever you even start to speak it for a second.

He insists that you teach him some together to 'bond', and he'll also most likely watch a few videos to learn it, too. His pronunciation is very bad, but he's so proud, you can't really tell him that.

He'll probably brag to Portia, too, about how awesome you are and how you're bilingual. He may or may not write down every little thing he loves about you in one of his journals. His journals are a mess though, so you'll never find it.

Will call you a nickname in the other language you know like sweetheart or honey. If you allow it, of course.

Portia🧡:

As soon as she hears you speak it, she's fallen in love all over again. Will definitely blush each time you speak it, which she can't help!

She knows just a bit of Russian, but not a lot, and mainly speaks English. Hearing and knowing that your bilingual definitely inspires her to get back to being fluent? And oh, if you speak Russian, she's absolutely floored.

Might study with you if you're not fluent yet, just for the bonding.

Gets all flustered if you have an accent, too.

She actually goes to her brother to get back into her Russian and will affectionately refer to you in terms of endearment of your own language, or her own like "Дорогой" or "Моя любовь"

Lucio👑:

Someone call an ambulance, because he thinks he's about to have a heart attack when he hears you speak in the other language that you know. A good heart attack, of course!

Only knows English himself and is impressed no matter what language you speak. He might even learn some of it just to impress you.

He's so proud of you for knowing another language, no matter what level of fluent you are. Sometimes he just asks you to speak it to him so he can relax.

If he's actually committed to learning your language for you, he'll put some TV shows on with voiceovers in the language you speak, since he heard that's the best way to learn.

Might even get a book, if he wants to feel like he really is trying.

After a long time, he'll be able to stutter through a conversation with you in the other language you know. But only to see you smile.

Valerius🍷:

How... Sophisticated. He's definitely impressed. Which, honestly, is rare for him. He only knows English, so to know that you know another language has him a bit speechless for a moment.

To show how impressed he is with your language abilities, he'll most likely get you a few books in the other language you know so that you can read them.

And if you have an accent? He's blushing already.

Will study the language half heartedly for a bit when one day he suddenly decides he actually wants to know it like you do, and studies much more.

He's able to keep a conversation with you, and to him, he's very proud of both you... And, yes, himself. But he definitely won't say it or brag or anything, he's just happy he can talk to you in the language. Especially gossip.

Vlastomil🐛:

Doesn't realize that you're bilingual at first, but when he does, he'll definitely compliment you on your knowledge.

Thinks that it's very smart for you to know more than one language, and finds himself impressed by the face that you're bilingual.

If you happen to have an accent in either your English or other language, he thinks that it's extremely cute and will probably ask you to speak to him in your other language just to hear it.

Just knows English and a bit of Latin, and that's probably enough for him. But if you want him to learn your language? For you, anything.

He'll definitely commit to it if you want him to learn it too, and will end up buying lots of books about the language. He ends up stuttering through it and half fluent, but very proud.

Valdemar🧠:

If you know a language, Valdemar probably knows it too, but they're still impressed. They probably won't admit it, though.

If you have an accent in either English or the other language, they find it, strangely... adorable. Very adorable, and they insist you speak it more often around them. They had spent years hiding their own accent/s wherever they went, after all.

Will definitely have a few books in the language you know. And they give it to you. They don't lend it to you. They give it to you, insisting that it was yours all along in the end.

If you call them something affectionate in your language, they will respond with a surprisingly enthusiastic kiss.

Volta🍰:

Wow, she's so impressed! She doesn't know many bilingual people and is monolingual herself, which makes your knowledge even more impressive to her.

Will want to watch shows with you that have your language in it, even though she can't understand it, just to bond.

She'll also probably want to try food from the country that speaks your language, just from curiousity.

She gets super blushy if you ever refer to her in your language as something affectionate, and will probably make a little squeaking noise.

Vulgora⚔️:

Only knows English, and is very impressed with your skill. Insists that they learn some, too, just so you two can talk in your other language.

They love it when you speak in the other language you know, and they find it actually calms them down, a lot. It's so calming to them that it's able to put them to sleep, really.

They brag about your skill to other nobles and maybe even the family members they still talk to.

If you ever refer to them as something affectionate in the language you know, they will demand you repeat it over and over for them until they can say it themselves and calm you that

It's surprisingly sweet for such an aggressive warrior.

❀

#the arcana #asra alzanar #asra the arcana #nadia the arcana #nadia satrinava #portia devorak #julian devorak #count lucio #praetor vlastomil #vlastomil #valdemar x reader #valdemar x mc #valdemar the arcana #quaestor valdemar #valdemar #the arcana valerius #consul valerius #muriel the arcana #the arcana apprentice #the arcana game #the arcana fanfic #julian the arcana #the arcana headcanons #reqs open

[anime-academia]

四月 10日 2024年。

Today's kanji practice, specifically ft. the new ones I learned today! And i finished reading Before the Coffee Gets Cold: Tales from the Café yesterday, or the day before. I'm on book three now.

Today's work went fairly well I think. Tomorrow I'll have to attend to emails and whatnot 😞

#asra's journal #langblr #japanese langblr #gradblr #studyblr

[warlordfelwinter]

yeah you could say i'm being pretty normal about my new dnd game

#i'm definitely not starting turning it into a fic right away #just in case #listen when i started on asra's fic we were like three arcs deep and it was really hard to remember everything that had happened #so what if i keep up with it this time #even if it's just for me i'll have several records of celeste's antics #my actual campaign notes; my notes in the form of his journal; and a fic version #the typed notes are so i can get the facts quickly #celeste's journal is an actual leather journal i have that i'm handwriting notes more focused on how he's feeling and from his pov #and now this #the dramatized version of what i remember from yesterday afternoon #personal #tales from the dancing sea dragon

[marixrose]

Could I get a Hc for the arcana boys+Asra where Mc and their Li are just relaxing. When Mc notices their Li looking over at them Mc strikes the most adorable pose they can.

Of course! I haven’t written for the Arcana in a bit, but I hope this is up to your standards! 🫶🏼

The Arcana when MC strikes an adorable pose when caught looking at them

Asra— You both are stargazing after a long day. Asra has been very busy with their shop lately, not that they’re complaining—business is good. You’re gazing at the stars as Asra slowly turns their gaze to you. You are unaware of this at first, but soon feel the stare. You take a quick glance in their direction and smile. You turn towards them and prop your head up on your hand and gaze at them adoringly with a soft smile. Asra’s heart melts at the sight and he blushes slightly. Soon enough he is mimicking your pose, the stars forgotten. You both spent the time admiring each other.

Julian— He was busy reading a book while you both sat on the couch. You were writing in your journal completely focused and zoned out. Julian had been gazing at you for a couple of minutes now, but you were too distracted by your own thoughts. Soon enough you snap out of your focus and caught him staring at you in the corner of your eye. You turn towards him will a big smile and blow him a kiss. He blushed and turns away love struck. He fell in love with you all over again.

Muriel— You both are relaxing by the fire in his cabin after a long day. It was one of those days where you managed to bring him to the market with you, and he agreed. You were memorized by the sparks being produced by the fire that you were unaware that he was looking at you. You caught on soon enough and smiled. You kiss his cheek and lean your head on his shoulder lovingly. He felt warm inside, he felt loved.

Lucio— He decided to relax in the kitchen eating a delicious dessert. You both were relaxing and enjoying the meal. You were enjoying it a little too much not to notice him gazing at you. You had a mouthful of the dessert when you turn towards him with the biggest smile you could muster. He started laughing and once you swallowed your food, you laughed with him. He kissed your forehead and muttered cute things as you continued to enjoy the snack.

#the arcana oneshots #muriel the arcana #lucio the arcana #asra headcanons #asra alzanar #asra #count lucio x reader #julian x apprentice #julian arcana #the arcana headcanons #the arcana apprentice #julian x mc #julian x reader #muriel the mountain man #muriel the hermit

[teeth-farie]

Honeycomb

Muriel/GN Reader

Notes: trans muriel, lingerie, fingering, feminization, roleplay, cheesy housewife novels, 3k words

☞. . . Hey! It’s been a while! This is based on me and my friends headcanon about muriel liking those cheesy housewife novels

Moving in with Muriel was easy enough, you had been together on the hunt for a year, after all. The two of you had long surpassed any discomforts that new couples would face while adjusting in each other's spaces. You found it easy to fall into his orbit, melding together in peaceful harmony.

But one thing you didn’t expect, however, was Muriel’s lack of…everything in his home. Yes, you anticipated it somewhat, but there was nothing to occupy his time or his mind other than work, nothing for him to relax other than a single, woodcarving chisel. There needed to be more, you needed him to have the necessities of life. 

So you started bringing home books. Simple, short novels from the shop that would give him a little more wonder to his day. But not many Vesuvians knew how to read, and the thought that you gifted something that he couldn’t use made you panic–but as he picked up the small volume and flicked through, feeling the texture of the pages and taking in the summaries, you felt your anxiety quell. You think that Asra must have taught him when they were young, and the thought of the two pointing to words in a too-large tome has you smiling. 

“Thank you,” Muriel breathed, a fascination in his eyes at your gifts, small and lovingly worn in his hands. When was the last time he had gotten a chance to read? A long time. Too long.

He had finished the book in a day.

It was hard to pull him away from it. Many times you caught him flipping the book back open, making his way through chapter by chapter. Nothing could pull him away; he’d use one hand to hold it open while brushing Inanna or stirring stew in the hearth, and it was a miracle that he didn’t try to take the book with him while tending to the chickens. 

Muriel finished it during dinner, his attention focused on the page as he spooned hearty stew into his mouth across from you. It was a short book, only about one hundred pages, but it filled him with a sense of accomplishment and satisfaction. 

“Was it good?” You asked, smiling around your spoon, finally catching his attention. He flushed, sheepish as he nodded. “Yeah, I liked it.”

 “I’m so glad! Why don't you tell me about it?” 

Unfortunately, you had only so many books, and Muriel had begun to get picky with his findings. He liked reading fairytales and poetry, he liked mystical adventures with beautiful creatures, and you only had so much. 

So you took him to the market in search for more, sifting through dusted novels and doggy-eared journals for something he’d enjoy. And enjoy he did, walking back home with you with the smallest smile on his face, a new little treasure in his bag. 

Nothing was like seeing the awe on his face when the first official library in Vesuvia opened, and while he didn’t attend the grand opening (far too many loud people, he had said), he went frequently thereafter, making unintentional friends with the librarians and allowing himself to bask in the light of the large windows. 

You kept an eye out for new literature while you were out likewise, searching through the selections to find something new.

And it was meant as a joke, really. You meant it to be a funny gag gift when you brought home a novel with a hand-drawn cover of a delicate, foresty woman holding onto a well chiseled man. 

Muriel’s face had erupted in red, steam practically shooting from his ears. He grumbled, giving the cover a side eye. You hadn’t thought much of it after that, admittedly, aside from the laughs it gave you. 

You stir awake, turning over on your side. Muriel’s sitting up in the bed, the bedside candle lit and flickering, illuminating his large form delicately. He’s holding a book in his hands, and you hear his breath softly hitch as he flips the page, his hand coming up to his face and his teeth catching on his thumb. You’ve never seen him react like that before when reading.

“Honey?” You call out.

You hear him choke on his breath and he quickly snaps the book shut, pinching the flame out with his fingers.

“Go back to bed.” He says tightly.

“What were you reading-“

Muriel quickly lays back down with his back towards you. “Nothing!” He practically yelps. “Go to sleep!”

You snuggle back up against him and he begins to relax again. How odd. 

Muriel was quiet the morning after that, and while he likes to think he’s sneaky, you know he’s hidden that joke gift book under his pillow. When he steps outside to chop more wood, you take a peek at the book under his pillow. You crack it open to his bookmark, letting your eyes fall on a paragraph. 

“-The impish magician finds the nymph under him, her long legs spread open. She smells like lavender and honey, and he wants to eat her whole. 

“My hero,” she croons, watery, doe like eyes staring up into his. “Treat me gently, I beg of you.”

The magician's hand is in between her legs, fingers pressing into her p-“

Ah. You hadn’t expected this little book to be that graphic. No wonder Muriel had been so shy about it! You look over your shoulder at the window, carefully peering to see him still halving wood. With a grin full of teeth and a mind full of mischievous ideas, you flick through a few more pages.

…

The next following days you put your plan into action.

Admittedly, you couldn’t wait to get your hands on him. Fortunately for you, Muriel also seemed to be in a touchy-feely mood, reciprocating the touches and kisses. In the back of your mind, you wonder if that novel had anything to do with his more spontaneous libido as of late. 

Your hands press against his sides, lightly brushing against his ribs and drawing out a breathy little sound that makes you grin against his lips. His mouth is wet and soft against yours, parted as your tongue swipes against his bottom lip. It makes him shiver, his fingers clutching into the knit of your sweater. The hearth is still burning, the low flickering of the fire warming your skin almost as much as the kissing is. 

“I’ve got a surprise for you,” you breathe out, your teeth catching gently on his lip. Muriel makes a whimpery little sound, and you think about how much more you want to hear it. He hums in curiosity, eyes still lidded when you pull away to fetch a bag from under the bed.

You open up your bag, taking out the linen-wrapped package. “What's that?” He asks, interest peaked as you hand it to him. “Open up and see.”

Muriel looks down at the package in his hands and carefully, like he thought it might bite him, he peels away the covering. The sight inside makes his breath hitch, his skin blooming hotter. 

White and sage lace, silks, all wrapped into each other to form a gorgeous set of lingerie. He feels his hands tremble a bit, and somewhere in the back of his mind says that this feels familiar. 

And then it hits him; this fits the exact description of what the character in the novel wears during one of the scenes in which– oh, oh, Muriel’s face has gotten so very red–

“Like it? I flipped through that book you like so much and thought about doing something special for you.” You rest your hand on his thigh, snapping him away from his flustered focus. He looks at you, biting on his lips. “So what do you say? Wanna put it on, honeycomb?” 

Another piece from the book, an endearing nickname for the forest nymph that has him feeling less than innocent. 

You’re watching him as he pulls off his sweater, inch upon glorious inch of skin exposing, light brown with scars and stretches. He’s gained weight since you’ve both made your peaceful life together, indulging in things he never thought he’d be able to savor. No longer is his skin clinging to muscles. He's soft, squishy over that strong body, and it takes everything in your power not to sink your fingers into his stomach. 

The pants follow next, then his simple underwear, until he’s completely nude in front of you. Vulnerable in all the best ways. He’s biting his lip, gently touching the lingerie in the wrapping. 

“Do you want help?” You offer, meeting his shy gaze. “Mm,” Muriel can only whine, slowly, stiffly nodding his head. “Please,” he tacks on for extra measure, possibly a little less shy than you thought; he knows how hot it gets you when he uses his manners. 

You feel a little shiver in your spine, one of excitement as you grab the panties and twirl them around your finger. “Come on, big boy,” you whistle playfully and your big boy snorts with a roll of his eyes, standing to his feet before the bed where you sit. “Or should I say, little lady?” 

Now that gets you a nice little sound, a stuttery gasp from his kiss-swollen lips. “You like that?” You grin, holding out the leg holes of the panties for him to step into. Muriel grabs onto your shoulders as he does, nodding sheepishly in agreement. “That’s a good girl,” you snap the band around his hips, the sage silks and lace framing his hips and ass snuggly. His hips jerk, already dampening the fabric with his arousal. “So, so pretty. And you’re all for me.” You lean forward, eyes flicking up to his as you press a kiss to his stomach, over the thick happy trail leading into the scrunched elastic of the underwear. 

“Ssstop…” Muriel whimpers, turning his face in embarrassment. 

“You want me to stop? Are you sure?” You fiddle with the bralette you’ve yet to put on him. “Or are you just being shy again?” 

He huffs, face still profoundly red. “Shut up.” He grumbles, though empty of malice. You’ve got your answer, so you hold out the last bit of lingerie for him. Muriel loops the straps over his shoulders, turning around for you to fasten the clasps. You don’t miss how he shivers when your knuckles brush against his spine, or the way his breath catches in his throat when those fingers trail down the length of his back. 

“Turn around, let me see you, honeycomb.” 

Muriel follows your order without a second thought, shuffling to face you. And he looks gorgeous. Green truly is his color, there’s no doubt about that. The bralette hugs his chest, the scalloped-edged cups framing his breasts. Your eyes rake down lower, down his beautiful scarred chest and stomach, thick patches of hair littering the path, all the way down to the hem of his panties. You almost drool at the way his clit bulges against the cloth, swollen and needy. 

“Look at you…” you grab his hips and squeeze, fingers looping under the band of his panties to give them a playful snap. “Back on the bed, hun, come here,”

He crawls into bed after you, bottom lip caught between his teeth as he does. Every shift of his thighs has the heat between his legs growing stronger, a measly friction that makes him feel even more desperate. Muriel’s the one to initiate another kiss, his hands carefully placed on the tops of your thighs. You thread your fingers in his hair, smiling against his lips. You have to use your grip to pull him back to speak, a thin line of drool leaking from the corner of his mouth. 

“So eager…Lay down, that’s it,” the blankets are soft below his half-naked skin, although failing to warm him quite like your touch. You spread his legs apart, excitement surging through you at the sight of his dampening underwear. 

Teasingly, you run your fingers up the inside of his thigh, up to where he needs you the most. “What was the thing your book talked about? The magician putting his fingers in the nymph’s flower?” 

Muriel chokes on a gasp, hands shooting up to cover his face. “Ugh-”

“Come on, honeycomb, don’t you want that too? You’re already dressed up just like her.” Your thumb rubs over his bulging clit, drawing a whimper from his lips. He nods from behind his hands.

“Ah, Ah, I gotta hear you say it.”

Muriel peeks from behind his fingers. “Don’t make me say it…”

You don’t grant him any reprieve, only giving those just-barely-there rubs of your fingers over his clit. He keens, hips flexing up frustratedly. “Please,” he gasps out, “puh-put your f-fingers in my, inmyflower.” 

“Oh, good girl.” You grin, relishing the shiver that runs through him. He breathes out shakily when you pull his panties aside, fingers spreading him open. You whistle low, sliding your fingers through his folds, slick discharge and arousal gathering on your skin. “Now that’s the prettiest rose I’ve ever seen.” 

Muriel huffs, flustered. You take the time to position your thumb over his clit, rubbing slow circles as you ease a finger into him. His eyes twitch, jaw falling slack at the long-awaited stimulation. “Now that’s a pretty face.” You coo, leaning over to press a kiss against his jaw, teeth teasingly nipping at the skin. “And you’re taking me so well too…” Another finger slid in, two pumping in and out, curled up against the squishy walls of him.

“H-hughh,” his large hand carefully reaches down to where your hand meets his pussy, fingers brushing your wrist. It’s almost like he’s in awe of it, the way you make him feel, the sight of it. His clit sticks out and he can see the way it throbs and twitches when you press your fingers into a good spot. 

You take his hand in yours, the one not currently finger fucking him open, and squeeze it tight. “You’re so romantic, honeycomb.”

His whole body feels hot, like a never-ending fever. You always make him feel all…mushy and soft. You make him feel like he’s special and good, and he whimpers when you lean back up and take a good look at him, embarrassment running deep. But, he doesn’t think it’s a bad kind of embarrassment when it’s you. 

Muriel clenches down on your fingers when you drag them back out, teasing a third against his hole. “How wide do you want me to stretch you tonight, little lady?” You coo down at him, a devilish little thing. 

He swallows, his tongue feeling too thick in his mouth. He’s never been good at saying outright what he wants. “Wide,” he breathes out, thighs trembling while you languidly stroke over his folds. 

“Mm, three fingers?” You slowly slide the three in, savoring his shaking moan, before pulling them back out. Muriel whines at the loss, hips bucking up. 

“Or maybe four? Or did you want my whole hand? I know you can take it, I’ve seen you do it before, honey.” 

The man below you groans, turning his head to hide in the pillows. “You’re teasing me…” you hear him whine, his chest heaving with his worked-up breaths. 

“Oh, I know, I’m just so mean to you, aren’t I?” He spares you a knowing glance and you have the absolute pleasure of watching his jaw fall slack and his eyes roll when your fingers plunge back into him. He’s full with three, toes curling when you spread them. “Ah- ah- ah-,”

You pick up the pace, thumbing his clit with every thrust of your fingers—and oh how he squirms, his thighs tensing and shaking, his stomach crunching and body twisting when you relentlessly fuck his sweet spot. Muriel makes such lovely sounds, gurgled little cries as he tugs at his own hair, still squeezing your hand that he won’t let go.

“That’s it, you’re so close, aren’t you?” He nods curtly, biting back a gasp. 

“Puh-please, please, I-I’m so close, I’m so close–” His hips buck up once, erratic, teeth grinding. The way he speaks is almost a hiss, hushed and strained. The mossy green of his eyes bounce across your face, lips open in a gape, almost frantic. “I-it’s, it's gonna–”

“I know, just let it out, honeycomb,” you lift his hand to your lips, kissing his sweaty knuckles, and that seems to be what sends him over that beautiful crescendo.

 Muriel gasps, strangled, a moan creeping from his scratched throat like gentle hands around his jugular. His body tenses, hips thrusting up–and he squirts, a forceful arc of it spraying from his spasmed core. It paints your stomach, wetting your skin and spitting with each languid thrust of your fingers. “Thaaat’s it, good girl.”

It seems like almost an eternity that he shudders and shakes, his trembling body slowly falling back until he’s boneless against furs and knits. Muriel distantly smells himself when you free your fingers from his cunt, and perhaps he's too worn to be shameful, only crooning softly at the gape. Sweat and cum soaks the hem of his panties, cooling in the settling air. A log from the hearth falls with dimming embers and it becomes clear just how wrapped up in him you’ve been. 

“Thank you.” Muriel breathes out, chest still heaving, glistened with sweat under the lace. Wordlessly, you lean down to kiss him, falling between his legs. He reciprocates eagerly, lips parting for your tongue, a shiver riding up his spine. You can feel the heat radiating from his skin, the wetness of your stomach pressing against his. Whether he notices or simply doesn't care is up to you, a languid kiss all that matters. 

He’s the one to break the silence after a lifetime of kisses and shared breaths, his arms coming to wrap around your back, his foot nudging your ankle. 

“There’s another scene, after this one.” 

You grin, bottom lip caught between your teeth. He blushes brilliantly, but the proposal is still there, up to you to grab. 

“Enlighten me then, honeycomb.” 

#muriel #spicy #sub arcana #muriel the arcana

[apriltearsbringmayfears]

M6 dreaming about MC after their death asking "Did you love me?"

The Arcana- MC is dead and appears in M6’s Dreams, asking “Did you love me?”

~Angst~

// I had so much fun writing this, never written angst before//

Asra:

For a minute, Asra assumes he’s awake

He’s in the shop, with you next to his side, shoulders touching

It’s like you never died (again)

But he can tell somethings wrong, somethings off

He turns and tries to speak to you but he’s unable to say anything

The “you” in his dream, turns to him, “Did you love me?”

He still can’t say anything, desperately trying to form words

He couldn’t save you a second time…

Wakes in a cold sweat, hands shaking

Faust has to calm him down

Nadia:

She’s on the balcony of the palace, looking out at the night sky

At first she thinks she’s alone but she hears footsteps from behind

Turning around, she sees you

Wind blowing, the air has become chilly

“MC….are you feeling well, darling?”

“Did you love me, Nadia?”

“Of- of-course I did? I still do, why would you quest-”

She’s awaken by Chandra’s hooting

She ends up journaling her experience, trying to find comfort

Julian:

He’s out on the sea, looking at the ocean with you by his side

The salty air feels so genuine

He thinks maybe for once, he’s not having a nightmare

“Oh MC, what a wonderful day for an adventure!”

He smiles and puts a hand on your shoulder

But you feel cold

“MC?”, there’s fear in his voice

“Did you love me, Ilya?”

His face drops, his eyes feeling heavy

Not again please, not another nightmare

Before he can answer he wakes up, cold and out of breath

He won’t be sleeping again for a long while 

Muriel:

The sun is beating down on him, slight humidity in the air, he’s at the coliseum

He knows this is a dream, he’s often alone in them

But this time its different, he hears footsteps in the distance

He spots you walking through the halls of the Coliseum, his heart begins to race

“MC? MC!!” He begins walking towards you but can’t seem to catch up

He feels lost and trapped, he can’t seem to pin you down

He feels a tap on his back, making his entire body tense

He turns around and sees you 

“Muriel, did you love me?”

His face goes red, he doesn’t say anything, doesn’t find the point in it-

He’s awoken by Inanna, poking her nose in his face and whimpering

His entire day is silent

Portia:

She often has work related dreams, she assumes this one is the same

She’s running around the palace, but she’s stops in her tracks

You’re standing at the end of hall, no one else is around

“MC?”, the hall echoes

She begins walking towards you, the walls of the hallway begin closing in

“Portia, did you love me?”

There’s tears forming in her eyes

“W-what?” she sputters out

She begins running towards you, just to touch again

But she trips and falls, resulting in her waking up

Pepi doesn’t leave her side all day

She ends up telling Nadia she’s sick, taking the day off

Lucio:

He’s in his old room at the palace, where you two first met

The old air is almost too realistic for it to be a dream

He looks in the mirror, his old goat reflection staring back

In the corner of the mirror, he spots you

“MC? MC!!!”

For a second he thinks it was all just a bad dream

That maybe, just maybe…time is starting over so he can save you from death

“Lucio, did you love me?”

He turns around to face you but he’s no longer in his room and you’re no where in sight

He’s far from Vesuvia, deep in snow, being pulled under the white ground

He wakes up in a fit of tearful rage

He’ll make another deal if he has to

#the arcana #asra the magician #asra alzanar #nadia satrinava #countess nadia #the arcana lucio #julian devorak #the arcana muriel #portiathearcana #the arcana headcanons

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

Mini hc of a s/o loves to scrap book/journal gifting them (the m6) a scrap book of their relationship (with little blurbs and anecdotes)?

The Arcana Mini-HCs: MC giving M6 a scrapbook of their love story

Julian: so touched that you have to tell him to actually open and read it five times, because he's too busy marveling that it exists. does the best voice for reading it out loud, keeps choking on the loving parts

Asra: initially wants to savor the experience and suggests reading one page spread a night. gets butterflies thinking about it at 3 am and binges the whole thing while you sleep. buys apology pumpkin bread

Nadia: receives it gratefully and insists on waiting to read it until she can have a private dinner with you and linger over every page as long as she wants to. gets a bejeweled lock box to keep it safely in

Muriel: won't take it at first because his hands are sweating from the emotions and he doesn't want to ruin the beautiful cover. has to ask you to read it to him as you snuggle, hides his blush in your hair

Portia: ecstatic. pauses everything she's doing and brews some tea to sip while you read it together on her kitchen table. quotes it for weeks and starts work on her own scrapbook to give to you in return

Lucio: loudly proclaims it's his greatest treasure, unthinkingly grabs it five minutes later to swat out a stray spark from the campfire. sews a new cover for it all by himself (it's wrinkled and crooked and perfect)

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Hello! I saw that you’re doing arcana headcannons!!!! Could you do one for an Mc that doesn’t have a large appetite? Like they’ll take one small meal a day if that and won’t be hungry?

I hope this is good enough! Not very sure I like how it turned out 😞

Also I was struggling to make this a bulleted list as that's my preferred format but i chose not to pick that battle because I didn't want to individually click on every line of text so i apologize about that

Asra

Noticed when he was home how little you ate, so before they left on trips they made sure the kitchen was fully stocked

He hides little snacks all over the shop and the apartment upstairs for you

They leave Faust with you whenever they’re going to be out for mot if not all of the day so she can make sure you eat something, even if you’re not hungry

You know yourself better than him, so if you say you’re not really hungry he’ll believe you but he might nudge a little snack towards you just in case

You two eat together for at least one meal a day

If you haven’t eaten in six hours or more, they request your aid in the kitchen and then subtily ask you to taste test everything

They know you just have a small appetite, you’ve always been like that since before the plague so he’s not too concerned

If you don’t eat much during breakfast and you don’t eat any snacks throughout the day he’ll gently but sternly steer you towards the kitchen and insist on making you something

Julian

Bro doesn’t notice

You two eat breakfast together and chances are it’ll be all he eats until he gets home at the end of the day

While you have a small appetite, he just forgets to eat, too busy trying to help his patients

It’s only if/when he has a day or two off for one reason or another that he sees how little you eat and he gets worried

Maybe you’re sick and he was too busy to realize??

Or you’re in the process of coming down with something?

Before he even asks you about it, this man is searching through his books and journals for any and all causes of loss of appetite

That’s how you’ll find him; pacing and muttering under his breath as he runs his hand through his hair repeatedly and flips through books frantically

He didn’t realize when you caught the plague so he refuses to miss you getting sick again

You have to sit him down and explain that you’re not sick, you just typically don’t have much of an appetite but you do eat

So now on top of your shared meal you two share several snacks throughout the day, both for his comfort and yours

He gets to make sure youre eating and you get to make sure hes eating

Win/win

Nadia

Also didn’t really notice

She’s a very busy countess, lunch and dinner are typically special events so you two eat breakfast together and that’s it

Her day is usually packed full of meetings

Portia would be the one to tell her you hardly eat and she gets worried it’s because you don’t like the food and you’re too scared to tell her

Or maybe you have an allergy she hasn’t been notified about

Genuinely nervous that you’re too scared to communicate something or it’s a medical issue or something

Clears her schedule for a day and sits down with you to have a long talk about your needs and preferences and comfort levels to avoid the same situation later down the line

You both leave that talk with a stronger understanding of each other and it does improve your relationship

She’s incredilby relieved at your explanation

Muriel

He notices immediately, as soon as you start the trip south

So does Morga

He doesn’t address it or anything, but Morga definitely does

She’s pretty annoyed because it’s a grueling trip and you need as much energy as you can get if you expect to not only keep up with her but also learn to fight

Once you and Muriel start living together he gets worried

It’s not as though you don’t have enough to eat, you do

You both make sure of it

If nothing else there’s eggs the chickens so kindly donate

You just eat a meal and that’s it for the day

He grew uo never having enough to eat, never knowing when his next meal would be so food is very important to him

Whenever he cooks, he makes you small portion and you two eat together; even if you’re not hungry, for his own peace of mind

Also when you start experimenting with food to find what he does and doesn’t like, he makes sure you try the food with him too

He feels more at ease knowing you’re well-fed/full

Inanna stares at you in disappointment until you finish eating and she’s sure you’re full

Shes like a stern mom

Portia

Notices the second quickest

She doesn’t think much of it but starts making you more food in hopes of encouraginy you to eat more

Gets worried when it doesn’t work

Almost immediately sits you down to ask what that’s about

Is relieved when you explain that it’s not because you don’t like her cooking and you’re not sick

Appreciates your honesty

Still tries to get you to eat a little more though

Youre a powerful magician! You need a lot of energy to perform all those big spells!

She has Pepi deliver you snacks sometimes

Makes sure to eat lunch with you if she can, but you two typically eat breakfast together and if dinner isn’t a special event then you eeat together then too

Lucio

He’s surprisingly observant so he notices practically as soon as you bind his soul to you

Especially since for three years, he wanted to eat so badly

Little bit irritated that you have the ability and you don’t take full advantage of it

Once the whole mess with The Devil is over and you’re journeymen, he gets worried

You need the energy to travel, and the jobs you pick up

At first he thinks it’s because you just don’t have a lot to eat so he and the dogs start hunting more, because the dogs love you too

You have to explain to him that it’s just that you don’t have much of an appetite

He accepts your explanation but still picks up some snacks here and there from whatever village or town you stop at/go through

Bugs you sometimes to eat a little bit more if you’re going to pick up a bigger/more difficult job

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