#i wanted to be mad at asra

[uncreativebean]

The mc in The Arcana is so freaking boring. I get they're not supposed to have like concrete personality traits because they're us but!!! Come on!! Give me some angst man. I wanna be mad about things that made me mad or be upset about things that are upsetting!!!

*SPOILERS*

Like when we find out we DIED??? I wanna be shocked by that!! Upset!! Scream!!! Cry!!! Anything but "oh that's weird".

I wanna be mad at Asra for making a deal in a risky ritual for something that I deem is kinda stupid (bringing back a dead person?? You didn't know what would happen!!). I want to be mad at him for LEAVING us on a bad note (the argument we had before he straight up just left Vesuvia). And did he just never contact us while he was gone? Even through dreams?? Did he just completely abandon us while we were in the middle of a plagued city?? I get he didn't want to STAY but you didn't have to ghost us either!!

I wanna freak out that I was DEAD. I wanna be more upset by Lucio straight up just haunting my ass or the fact that me and Muriel probably knew each other and were friends but I DIED and I cannot remember him. I wanna be mad that Julian DUMPED ME after a good ass day date where we both had fun!! Give me the ANGST. Or at least the choice to make things super angsty and not say that they're bad choices. They're human!! Human emotions!!

#the arcana #still big feelings #i wanted to be mad at asra #the sweet boy who loves me so much #he couldve died!! #for me!! #you fool!! #what a stupid decision that i couldnt even input in because i was dead!! #also he left us on a bad note like i cant get over that #if you love someone a lot dont do that #just let me be angry!! #give me that right #my posts

[drawingwiffmoochi]

Hey guys I’m feeling icky and I’ve been going through it so have some drawings-

also read the tags vvvvv

#The pink bird is named Flow and she is a finch and I’m in love with her. #She is so laid back and I love her. #Pseudo shipping her with Jet and their relationship is iconic. #Also I got into the Arcana and- #Asra and Muriel my loves #I’m hoarding my coins like a mad woman because I heard some zesty shit happens with Muriel and Asra. #I moronically spent most of my coins in the prologue and I was so mad cuz I wanted to see more of Muriel. #Like Julian I don’t care for drinks #Where’s the gladiator #So yes I DO have a MC in the works but as of right now #But as of rn the bestie and I used self inserts because they saved us the headache of making ocs #But man was it worth it to go on Nadia’s night cal in the prologue #She kissed my fucking hand and winked at mE #But as of rn I’m taking my daily earnings of the wheel of fortune #aaaand ads #And someone on here was talking about Beta.Character.AI and- #I’ve been obsessed- it’s weird but the bots are sometimes repetitive #But man I have this one going for Apollo Justice and Herlock Sholmes and they’re interesting as FUCK #Anyways guys meet Irene Stewarts she’s a prosecutor who’s questioning her career choices every day she walks into that courtroom #The shit she and Apollo has going on is so sweet- #Anyways- #sth #sth fanart #sonic oc #sonic fanart #Flow the Finch #self insert #fanart #the arcana #muriel

[ramseysdevorak]

I wonder how Asra feels when he gives half his heart to mc, only for them to turn around and take his ex fuck buddy-

#the arcana #the arcana asra #the arcana apprentice #the arcana game #the arcana julian #id be mad too if i were in love and they wanted the man i used to try and move on

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

Possible small or full HC request, more small as your full HC requests are..... Well.... Full

Possibly M6 reacting to MC being secretive about an injury that still affects them, and MC didn't want M6 to supposedly lecture them? And maybe, I haven't seen you do it, but maybe a single quote for comfort they say in response to MC thinking M6 would lecture them?

The Arcana Mini-HCs: MC hiding an injury because they think they'll get lectured

Julian: he's not lecturing you, he's examining you. he's both a doctor and your lover, this is his job squared! is he mad? no. is he blaming himself? yes. is he going to hover around you nonstop after this? bet "I know it's hypocritical, my dear, but I wish you'd let me help you. Do you really think I'd be angry at you for being injured?"

Asra: horrified that you were hurting and that they couldn't do anything about it sooner. yeah, he knows that's on you, but he's also kinda hurt that you think he'd choose lecturing you over loving and helping you. "I love you unconditionally - when you hurt, I hurt. Did I fail to show that to you?"

Nadia: she's - well, she was going to lecture you for hiding your injury until you admitted that that's why you were scared of coming to her. she's quick to ensure you get the best care, while questioning herself "You have been my greatest ally, my darling. I fear I may not have adequately proven myself suitable to be yours, if you can't trust me."

Muriel: the fact that you're scared of him in any way is one of his worst fears coming true. he'll end up keeping his mouth completely shut while he helps you clean it up and tries to find his words "Why would I be angry at you for being hurt? What did I do to make you think that's who I am?"

Portia: oh, she's mad. mad at you for trying to do this alone, mad at you for lying to her, and mad at your for assuming how she'd respond and not giving her the space to make her own decisions. helps you, but: "Of course I'm going to lecture you! You lied to me! That hurts when it's from someone I love! ... now eat your soup."

Lucio: he's confused but he's focusing on one problem at a time. first, he's making sure you're okay and helping you find someone who'll tend to your wounds. then he's addressing what he thinks of your response. "Didn't you tell me not to hide from my oopsies? This doesn't even count as an oopsie, do you think I wouldn't love you anyway?"

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

[oppopotamus]

angry sex

trans asra x dom male reader

Warning: nsfw, hate sex/angry sex, spanking, hair pulling, asra has a pussy, petnames such as baby, slut etc, feminine words used to name his pussy, cunt, clit etc

"What the fuck, Asra?" You yell, you've both been yelling back and forth for ages. You've been mad at Asra for a long time, since he's often disappearing without a word, causing you to worry.

Although he tends to go away due to whatever he thinks is important it still gets on your nerves.

"Well, what do you want me to do!? I'm sorry that I sometimes leave for a while and don't mention it to you." Asra says, rolling his eyes.

"That's exactly what I'm fucking worried about. Don't you understand? I care about you but you leave without a fucking word, causing me to worry where the fuck you are." You pause before taking a breath continuing, "Half the time I'm worried if you're dead somewhere. You leave and come back without telling me and just fucking expect me to be okay with it?"

"I don't see what the big deal is, I mean I always come back. So what's the big deal?" Asra's words have you seething with anger.

"You really don't see what the big deal is?" You say completely dumbfounded.

Asra just throws his hands up in the air and huffs.

"Fuck you." He says after a moment.

You move towards him until you're chest to chest.

"Say that again. I fucking dare you." You say, looking down at him with your eyebrows creasing together. God this boy gives you a headache.

"What? Fuck you?" He asks a tad confused.

"Yes. Exactly that." You repeat, arms crossed over your chest as you tower above him.

"Fuck you then." Asra says, starting to get a bit nervous but shakes it off.

"If you say that one more time, Asra then I swear to god." You say letting out a breath.

"Or what?" He asks moving even closer towards you.

"You'll find out."

Asra hesitates for a moment before repeating saying, "Fuck. You." He spits out every word.

"That's the final straw." You say before grabbing his hips with a deadly grip.

You turn him around and push him forward so he hits the table with his hips harshly.

"Hey! That fucking hurt." Asra says, turning his head back to look at you.

You grab a fistful of his hair and push his head down onto the table.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Asra questions.

"Teaching you a lesson." You say, keeping your hand gripping his hair and trace your free hand down so you can grab his pants and rip a hole in his pants right from his ass to his cunt.

"Fuck! (Name), these were my favourite pants."

"I'll buy you new ones."

You take notice of how conveniently he's not wearing any underwear. You raise an eyebrow down at Asra and you can see the hint of a blush creeping onto his ears.

"What a slut, you're getting wet already." You say, ghosting a finger over his cunt.

Asra stutters for a moment and doesn't know what to say until you press a finger against his clit and he calls out your name.

You remove the finger and Asra whines though that whine suddenly turns into a moan as he feels your hard dick grind against him through the fabric of your pants.

"You don't seem to be too angry now huh baby?" You say mockingly.

"Fuck you! I'm still mad." Asra replies, you're not sure if he's still actually angry at you or he's just saying that because he knows it gets a reaction out of you.

Oh well, you're still going to fuck him senseless.

You release your hand from his hair and bring your hands to undo your pants and let them fall to your ankles.

While your hands are not holding his head down anymore Asra takes the opportunity to bring both his hands up to push himself up and turn back to look at you.

Asra's in bliss as he sees your cock slip free from its confinements and raise up, slapping against your stomach.

You smirk down at him as you see his expression, finding it amusing as how just a minute ago he was yelling at you.

He sees you looking at him and glares at you before avoiding his eyes and looking back ahead of him.

"Ah, don't be so embarrassed now, darling." You say tracing a finger up his spine over his shirt, making him shiver.

"J-just put it in already." Asra whispers out, "Do you think you really deserve it after what you just did?" You ask and Asra doesn't answer.

From his lack of an answer you raise a hand and spank him, causing him to yelp and jolt up.

"Fuck! Don't fucking do that." Asra says, turning to look at you again and raising himself up, attempting to fully turn to look at you.

You stand there for a moment before bringing your left hand up and grab a fistful of his hair and slam the side of his face onto the table.

"Shit!" Asra yells out as the side of his face makes harsh contact with the table and grunts as he feels the harsh tug of your hand pulling his hair back harshly.

"Don't." spank! "Fucking." Spank! "Talk." Spank! "Like that." Spank! "To me." Spank! "Ever. Fucking. Again." You say to him, pushing his face further into the table with each spank.

"Aah-!" Asra whines out each time he feels you hitting him, he attempts to move out of your grasp but can't.

"Nothing but a fucking brat who doesn't know when to quit and just behave." You spit out, leaning down to his ear to say the words directly into his ears.

Asra shivers as he feels your dick rub against him when you lean down to whisper in his ear.

You lean back and grab your dick, rubbing the tip up and down the entrance of his cunt, slapping it against it a few times before easing the tip in.

Asra moans out when he feels just the tip in, he forgets how mad he is at you at first until he realizes how rough you were being.

Your hand was still pushing his head into the table, his cheek starting to hurt from how hard you were pushing it down.

"Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you." Asra spouts out as he feels you push in deeper and deeper.

You scowl at his words and without a second thought you grip his hair tighter and pull it back whilst roughly pounding your dick deep into his hole.

"Oh god, oh fuck, fuck." Asra moans out as you pull his hair back, pain shooting through his neck and continuously pound into his tight hole.

"Fuck, Asra. You're so fucking tight, your pussy is hugging my cock," You say, pausing for a moment then continuing, "Too bad you're such a fucking brat."

All you can hear throughout the room is Asra's loud moans and the sound of your hips making contact with his ass.

"I fucking haah-hate.. Fuck. You." Asra says, stuttering his words. He doesn't even know what he's saying anymore.

Asra almost feels his eyes roll into the back of his head and you drag his head back and with your free hand bring it down to his clit, rubbing it with your fingers.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck. I'm gonna-" Asra moans out feeling his orgasm creeping up on him from your harsh treatment.

"You're really about to cum just from this?" You say mockingly.

"Fuuck.. I'm, oh god- You're a fucking dick just-!" Before Asra can even finish his sentence he's coming. Hard. He feels you hitting his ass again and again as he chases his orgasm.

When you continue to move your cock in and out again he starts feeling too sensitive.

"Please.. No more, I can't." Asra shakes his head side to side, wanting you to just finish already so he can rest.

"Just take what's, fuck, given to you, alright?" You say to him, you don't last much longer until you're spraying your cum into him.

You let go of his hair and pull out slowly. You both lay there resting for a moment, you don't say anything to test out whether or not he's still mad at you.

"M'sorry.." He says quietly. You rest your hands on his hips gently, rubbing small circles on his waist with your thumb.

"It's okay, baby."

#asra alnazar #asra the arcana #the arcana #male reader smut #amab reader #male reader #dom male reader #top male reader #asra alzanar #asra the magician

[local-critter]

If your still taking Arcana headcannon’s I’d like to ask this one

How would Asra respond to NOT knowing everything about the mc? Like there are things he thought he knew but MC lied about it.

( Specific, but Mc didn’t lie with malicious intent, they just didn’t trust people with some information, even Asra. )

Asra

I feel like he'd be a little hurt and upset at first

Not at you, at Lucio for causing the plague that took you from them before you could confide in them

After all, they have no room to judge when they're the same; there's things about them they haven't told you for a few different reasons so they're in the same boat

Also he had to lie to you about a bunch of stuff, he literally has zero room to get mad (Faust reminds him of this so he doesn't forget)

He'd get over the hurt quickly though

For better or worse they love you with everything they can, you're his world

He gets a little excited actually, because there's practically nothing about you he wouldn't love

Things about you that you haven't told them is just a new mystery to unfold, new stories to be told

They'd be so excited to get to know you as much as you'd let them

Also it soothes a little part of him that you trust him now, enough to share more of yourself with him

If you wanted to share, he'd sit and eagerly listen, hanging on to your every word

If you didn't want to share yet, he'd be patient

You two would have time to learn everything about each other, you had the rest of your lives

Bro literally gave you half his heart, he would make sure you had time

Overall he'd just be excited that there's more of you he gets to see, more to learn and most importantly, more to love

#the arcana hc #the arcana headcanons #gender neutral reader #gender neutral y/n #the arcana game #asra alnazar #asra the magician #asra x reader #the arcana x reader

[angelltheninth]

Sell Me a Dream

Pairing: Asra x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, dream sex, reunion sex, outdoor sex (sort of), gentle sex, praise, clit stimulation, emotional, kink discussion, breeding kink

Word count: 1.2k

A/N: The amount of thirst for this man is unreal and yes I know I'm contributing to that too.

Working in the palace was an amazing experience for the most part. You'd made friends with the lovely Countess and her bubbly, trustworthy maid, you'd been to a few festivities here and there and even made friends in town, some less shady than others.

All of that, while wonderful, made you miss Asra that much more. You knew he would come back, he always did, but that didn't stop the waves of loneliness. Or the amount of dreams he's appeared in for that matter. In fact those dreams have only been increasing in frequency as time went on.

It was always the same setting: a moonlit field with a ring of threes, lights flickering among them and a starry ska above. In some you were dancing, in some you were kissing, in some you were talking, in some you were doing a whole lot more with a lot less clothes. This was one of those dreams.

You lay on the grass, your silk sleeping robe untied and falling around your shoulders, fully exposing your naked body to Asra's hungry eyes and touches.

"How should I do this starlight? What do you want from me tonight?" He kept asking all the while knowing exactly how his barely there touches and lips riled you up.

"To stop teasing me already." You reached between your bodies and grabbed hold of his hard cock and upon giving it a few strokes got a heavy trail of cum smearing your forearm, "I miss you Asra. A lot."

"I miss you as well. That's why we have these dreams. This place in which only you and I exist. Where we can do anything." His hips jerked against yours, hard cock rolling over your clit causing you to gasp against his neck. "So tell me, what do you want from me tonight? I need a clear answer."

"Well since this is a dream," You wrap your legs around his lower back, preventing him from moving back, "I want you to come inside me. There's no risk this way right?"

Asra's face went a shade darker at your request. There were herbs and teas that you used in the event that the two of you were too caught up in each other. He never considered that there would be no need for such things here.

"Is... this something you've been afraid to ask me?" You attempted to avoid the answer by rubbing your slick cunt across his cock and trying to get him at the correct angle. "Love please. I won't be mad with you. I want to make your dreams come true. That's always been my goal since the day we met."

Make your dreams come true. Is that why he was here right now? A part of you knew that this was the real him, but somehow living in this dream-like reality and the one where he's away made everything all the more painful, yet easier. In these moments, where he was ready and willing to give his all to you, there was no doubting his love and devotion.

"Not scared of you, I would never be scared of you. If something were to happen to you and I was left all alone, as much as I love how it feels when you finish inside of me I'm not to selfish as to put a kid though a world without you."

"How long have you felt this way?" His hands smoothed over your shoulders in comforting rubs, his lips hovering inches above yours, beautiful starry eyes looking into your very soul.

"Since I first asked you to being me the tea." That was months ago. Almost a year in fact. "I should have told you. You're my lover, you deserve to know these things."

Asra smiled and shook his head. His lips were warm on your forehead as he tried to kiss the sorrow away, "I'm very happy you told me. So it's the sensation of it that you like, rather than the opportunity to get pregnant? You don't want a child?" He pressed his warm palm against your stomach.

"Not right away. Perhaps some day in the future, if that's alright. I'm sure you'd be a great father." You believed that with all your heart, you saw how much he cared for you, how he cherished you, there was no doubt he'd do the same for his kid.

He let out a delighted hum, his cock jumping at the idea of getting you heavy and pregnant with his child. "I understand now." He smiled a little mischievously as he lined the tip of his cock with entrance, "So you want me to breed you. I wish you'd asked this sooner, I would have spend an entire month filling you up with cum."

"Please. You can fill me up now, I'll take all your cum." You couldn't stop a hint of desperation from appearing in your trembling voice. Your hands found purchase right above his hips working together with your legs to push him inside.

You cloud see any hint of hesitation that was still on his features vanish as he sank in, your soft, velvety walls welcoming his cock. "As many times as you want." He started rolling his hips, moving slow and deep, one hand hovering close to yours on his hip, "You've been so honest in what you want. I won't stop until my cum is flowing out of you like a river. I won't stop until you tell me to, plead me to." With each sentence he increased the speed of his thrusts, "I long to see you like that, my cum where it belongs, my cock where it belongs, your body shaking with pleasure."

"Asra." You let out a long sigh, you wanted to milk his cock dry, you wanted it now, "I don't want to wait."

"You're being impatient. Have you perhaps become a bad girl in my absence?" His lips closed around one of your nipples, hardening it with his teeth and tongue before releasing it to the cool air with a wet pop sound.

"No. I'm your good girl." You hugged his head close to your chest, your heart racing as your orgasm began to build rapidly, "I'm always good for you. So really should reward me."

"That so? Do you think good girls beg to be breed like bitches in heat? Do they beg to have a cock shoved deep into a tight little pussy? Do they beg to have said pussy ruined by cum?" He was playing with you, testing and prodding your boundaries, your limits.

"Yes, yes, I'm begging you. Breed me, push your cock deep into my pussy, ruin me with your cum, make me yours." You nearly wept as you managed to choke out the words interrupted by your moans.

Asra delivered a firm kiss on your lips, his hot tongue sliding soothingly against yours, "You are mine. You always shall be, my beautiful starlight." He sealed the promise with his cum, shooting it deep into your womb, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as the only thing that still kept you grounded was the warmth and safety of Astra's body on top of yours.

It was more than enough to bring you over the edge, your dream ending in a beautiful, almost painful climax and Astra whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

#the arcana #the arcana x reader #the arcane fanfic #the arcane smut #asra alnazar #asra x reader #asra smut

[mermaidchan05]

Vesuvia Weekly: LI and Apprentice Dynamics

Finally getting to join the party started by @vesuviaweekly!

(fair warning I love writing about this kind of stuff so there are a looot of words here lol)

Meleia & Asra

(sketch by the amazing @missrabbitart it's wonderful I love it so much)

Truly two halves of a greater whole.

Soft soft soft soft soft

They're both each other's first love, which is really cute.

(And both of them were super awkward about it at first because neither of them knew how to actually Talk to people)

Meleia loves Asra's wanderlust. Life is never boring with him.

Asra adores the way Meleia throws her all into whatever she cares about, be it as mundane as a sewing project or as huge as protecting the people she loves from the likes of Lucio or the Devil.

And on the subject of sewing... they're both crafty people!

Meleia makes her own clothes and Asra knits, so the two of them combined are a force to be reckoned with.

Meleia has a lot of self-confidence issues for a lot of reasons. Asra's always been there to help her through her rough spots.

Neither of them have a good sense of direction, so Faust and Forge (Meleia's familiar, a fennec fox) always end up doing most of the navigating when they travel.

They love reading together, making things together, exploring together, dancing together... they'd basically do anything and everything together.

(Except cleaning. Asra leaves stuff everywhere, and Meleia likes to keep the shop neat. It's about the only thing they have teasing arguments about.)

To Meleia, Asra is home. She can truly be her awkward and shy and geeky self around him, and she appreciates that more than she can ever say.

To Asra, Meleia is a beacon of light and joy. She cares so deeply about things and people, including the little kid who grew up alone on the docks.

Songs that remind me of Them: "A Whole New World" from Aladdin, "All I've Ever Known" from Hadestown, "Curses" by the Crane Wives.

My other apprentices are under the cut!

Damian & Julian

In a nutshell, they are that one scene from Coco.

(Drawing by me, it's a redraw of the final panel of this old thing)

In all honesty, though, they tease each other but they are very much in love.

They're both intelligent and leaders in their fields of study.

Damian's an alchemist, Julian's a doctor... their styles have more in common than Julian ever thought at first.

They can and will be found having intense discussions about various practices in both medicine and alchemy using highly technical terms that no one else in the room understands.

They were a dream team when working to find a cure for the plague. Except for the arguments where Damian insisted that the plague itself must have been magical in nature and Julian was firmly convinced it was nothing more than a disease.

Damian's stubborn, and never afraid to show his anger or annoyance, but Julian always has a way of making things up to him. And they never stay upset or mad at each other for long.

Both of them are musically inclined, Julian with his vielle and Damian with his guitar. So whenever emotions are too strong for words, they connect through playing together.

Julian is all for the drama, while Damian's humor is more dry and witty.

Julian is the only person who can get Damian to dance on a table.

Songs that remind me of them: "I See the Light" from Tangled, "Inferno" from Promare.

Chimalus, Nadia, and Portia

Chimalus and Nadia art by the fabulous @ace--of--swords!

I've talked about Chimalus' dynamics with Nadia and Portia before, but I wanted to go into more detail about the polycule here :)

Dream Team 2 Electric Boogaloo

Chimalus and Portia are both always at the ready to help Nadia with whatever plan she has, be it city reservations, the next Masquerade, or just a picnic out in the garden.

Chimalus is the Heart of the trio, with their pure loyalty, good judgement, and a particularly kind heart.

Both Nadia and Portia admire Chimalus' quiet strength and clever mind. No matter how tough the problem, Chimalus finds a way to keep a relatively cool head and work their way through it.

Whenever Chimalus' lingering trauma pops up from their dark past, Nadia and Portia are always right there to help them through it.

Portia loves "dragging" Nadia and Chimalus off on adventures. Not that Chimalus or Nadia complain.

Book buddies!

The three of them basically have their own book club. They always meet up as soon as they're done reading the current book and chat about it over snacks (and usually tea and/or wine).

They all bond over animals, too! Between the palace horses, Chandra, Pepi, and Chimalus' familiar Skye the bluebird, they have quite a few critter friends to fawn over together.

Songs that remind me of them: "More With You" by MALINDA, "Running With the Wolves" from Wolfwalkers, "To the Ends of the Earth" by Natewantstobattle.

#vesuvia weekly #mc/li dynamics #the arcana #the arcana game #arcana fan apprentice #apprentice meleia #apprentice damian #apprentice chimalus #oc info dump

[nyxiswrites1200]

For the pairing and number thing, could I ask for #64 and #66 with a gender neutral reader for Asra from the Arcana? Just a very cute SFW fanfic would be nice 🥹. Anyways, I love your work 👉👈🥹💞

✦ 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒏 ✦

Asra (The Arcana) x GN!Reader

Mentions: Asra (He/They) pronouns

An: Hello babes! Finally getting to some of my requests <33 thank you for your request, here's that fluffy fic for you. I don't think this is that good

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When Asra awoke to find one of his potions spilled on the floor. He knew it could only be one culprit. It wasn't Faust for sure and he highly doubts Julian broke in last night.

His eyes narrowed towards his dearest partner's room. Asra wasn't mad, but they sure did love to mess with you.

Asra stalked his way up to your shared space with him. He gently pushed open the door, his eyes scanning over your still figure on the bed.

"Darling" he gently acknowledged as he swept over to your bedside, taking a seat there. "Did you make a mess this morning?" They inquire, but you don't budge.

You actually weren't even asleep...you just couldn't face Asra with the fact you spilled something that might have been important.

"I know you're awake darling" he chuckled but you still didn't budge. Asra sighs as a fox-like smirk comes to his lips.

"Are you ticklish, love?" He whispers before his hands are at your sides. You can't contain your immediate squirm and laugh. "Asra! Asra, stop!" You shout playfully with another laugh as you push his hands away.

Asra smirks down at you "Ignoring me?" He inquires.

"I felt bad...I didn't know what to say" you sigh and frown a little. "You know, I'm not mad...right?" He spoke softly as he took your hand and kissed the back of it. "It's just a little mess, nothing worth getting upset over" he smiled reassuringly.

You felt your face heat up at his comfort before sighing. "But it was still stupid, I should have paid more attention" you groan "Maybe you should have found a partner who wasn't such an idiot".

Asra scoffed as he gave you that signature fox look. "You're all I want, darling. My other half, you should know that better than anyone" He smiled warmly. You can't help believe him.

"Now, we're going to clean up this mess and how about we make breakfast together, hm?" He smiled as he pulled you to his chest, kissing your cheek.

"Okay..." You respond with a warm smile.

"That's my darling, and then I can teach you to make that potion you spilled" he smirked.

"Of course" you groan playfully.

#fanfic writer #my writing #reader insert #the arcana #asra the arcana #asra alnazar #asra x reader #asra x apprentice #reader is gender neutral #fluff #comfort #requests open #ask response

[fuckincrow]

Riding them

content warnings: nsfw, afab reader, overstimulation, begging, mostly dom reader, strap ons, male genitalia

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asra

They look so beautiful as always, spread naked over the bed you both share in the shop. Watching you bounce up and down drives him mad, and he reaches up to grab at you. His hands cup your tits, so soft and beautiful, but he’s fixated on your face. Everything about your expressions and reactions is perfect, but he can’t pay too much attention with all the overwhelming pleasure. Quiet moans and human leave their lips, though his smile never breaks.

“Hm- ah, love, you look so pretty like this… Keep going, S/O, please… I love you so much-“

nadia

Nadia simply enjoys in silence as she watches you ride her plastic cock, the subtle smile on her lips is almost mean as she caresses your body, taking a moment to admire you before grabbing your ass, a soft chuckle leaving her lips. You look so perfect like this, going dumb on her toy while she admires you, occasionally bucking her hips up whenever you’ve grown a bit too used to the pace you’ve set. Little kisses pepper up your neck, where she leaves a dark mark.

“You’re just so cute, my dear. Look at you, you look like a mess and I’ve barely even touched you. It’s adorable… Shh, you’re doing so good, just a little longer. I know you can be a good pet for me.”

julian

Julian is a mess under you, his chest is heaving and he’s a mess of sweat, drool and tears. He’s flushed red, moaning so loud and squirming every time you fall. The way you tighten around him is almost too much, but you’re not beyond overstimulating him, specially with how adorable he looks with his limbs tied to the bed. Julian whines and pants, yet he still tries to get words out, trying to thank you for how good you’re making him feel. He doesn’t know what exactly he’s begging for, but it doesn’t stop.

“Ah- Oh, mhm- baby, fuck- hah, it’s too much I- OH- Mmm, please!”

lucio

He tries to tease you, but it doesn’t take long for you to be the tease instead, because god you are so hot and he is so sensitive. All it takes is one praise for him to completely melt, telling him how good he’s doing, how pretty his moans are, and he’s yours. He just wants to keep hearing that and he’ll do anything for it, though it takes him all his willpower to resist giving a few snappy comments if you’re the one to mess with him. You keep a hand on his chest to keep yourself steady and feel how fast his heart is beating, how hard he’s trying to keep from scratching your back with his gauntlet, and his expression through it all is priceless.

“Hah- did you see that, S/O? I’m being obedient like you want me to I- hm, I’m being a good boy, aren’t I?”

portia

Portia is physically incapable of keeping quiet, whether it’s moaning loudly or constantly praising you. You’re aware she can feel the strap on to a certain level, but the volume she gets to makes you believe it’s just to tease you. It’s working, though, because you only go harder on her. To be fair, it’s exactly what she wanted, have you bouncing and playing with her tits while erupting this time genuine squeaks out of her.

“Hehe, you’re so cute S/O… You’re so pretty, you’re doing so good- Ooh! Someone’s getting handsy-“

muriel

Muriel is big. Not just that, he’s very much aware of the fact, which is exactly why he prefers it when you take charge of the pace, so he doesn’t accidentally hurt you. He absolutely loves it, though, the way you coo and him while you’re sat on his dick makes him very red, it’s perfect. Whenever you make eye contact, however, is when he gets the most embarrassed. He stares up at you with those deep green eyes, and he can’t help but let out grunts and moans whenever you press kisses to his neck.

“Ah… you’re so beautiful- Hm… that- that feels really good, ah-“

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i am so down bad for lucio you have no idea

#the arcana x reader #the arcana #asra x reader #asra alnazar #nadia x reader #nadia satrinava #julian x reader #julian devorak #lucio x reader #count lucio #lucio is scrumptious #portia x reader #portia devorak #muriel x reader #muriel of the kokhuri

[samtheplatypus]

✨Julem in a Nutshell ✨

*randomly starts infodumping*

I don't know why that meme was my first idea but it tracks XD

I've never done sketches this way before, it was fun :D

Two self sacrificing fools, as Julian himself said, they are way better taking care of each other than of themselves (and man they take so much care of each other), Demien didn't really liked Julian at first but grew fond of him very fast. Also two drama queens but Demien is nothing compared to Julian. Very much in love. Dem actually is about to give Julian a lot of heart attacks because he is clumsy, is the kind of person to say they'd get better with some sleep when sick, and yes, he will try to pet every animal that crosses his way (again, sorry Julian). But don't worry, Dem is getting as much heart attacks with Julian's absolute lack of selfcare (Dem cooks 3 meals for him everyday so he doesn't forget to eat, makes his best to get him to sleep every night, absolutely everything in his power to take good care of that man)

I'm adding the dynamics between Dem and the other main bc I just think is fun XD

Asra: besties, this two will always be up for mischief, Dem will encourage Asra to do insane stuff, always.

Portia: besties again, they saw each other and immediately went "yes, you are it", so as soon as they are able to "relax" they are getting in trouble (also with Julian, Dem really is a troublemaker damn) Dem teaches her magic.

Nadia: honestly terrified of her, she is THE COUNTESS, and please, is Nadia, have you seen Nadia??? He's just really intimidated by her, he likes her but doesn't know how to talk to her at first, as soon as that wears off he gets pretty chill (constantly tries to imitate the way she walks and fails)

Muriel: Dem likes him, he really does, he wants to be his friend, Muriel doesn't, he thinks Dem is annoying, there's no saving, Julian and Demien try to befriend him and fail every time, they are just too much by themselves, together they are overwhelming for the guy (this doesn't happen so often cause they don't interact that much)

Lucio: Julian may not be one to hold grudges, but Demien is, he doesn't mind he basically died bc of Lucio, not at all, he's mad about what Lucio did to Julian, and Asra, and to everyone else, he wants to unalive him. If it were an AU were Lucio just had his personality and hadn't done all the stuff he did, they'd actually get along really well, Dem would make fun of him, he just would think Lucio is funny, the kind of friends that be bullying each other to show affection

I'm talking about Dem in third person as if he wasn't literally me (it's easier for me to explain that way)

#vesuvia weekly #mc/li dynamics #julian devorak #the arcana game #sketch #the arcana shitpost

[angeledeggs]

I understand If this is out of your comfort zone, but would you be willing to do the main 6 and the courtiers seeing self-harm scars on their partner?

Course! Sorry I havent been updating, y'all 😭😭 I know I've said this but I PROMISSSSE I will update more, I just need more time okay okay I'll updatemore I swear and please dont hesitate to send requests, it really does motivate me :)

Asra💜:

Of course they're concerned, but they don't quite know how to bring it up

They don't want to embarrass you or, dear gods, make it worse

If they're old scars they'll feel a bit better but if they're fresh he definitely feels more pressed to ask about it

And finally, when Asra does, he makes sure to do it gently.

No yelling, or tears from them or anything at all to pressure you, they just want to know if there's anything they can do to help.

If there's something specifically triggering it they'll definitely throw that shit out, but if it's a person they'll definitely make sure they do not bother or upset you ever again.

If it's something mental, of course they'll never, even be mad at you. They'll help you any way he can.

Julian🦠:

The first time he notices he immediately asks.

Of course he's definitely not angry or joking or nothing, he just has to quickly make sure you're not hurting at the moment.

He'll not get mad at all or anything, he just needs to know that you're not bleeding an that nothing has gone too deep to be cause for a hospital

He'll do whatever you need or want to help you whether the scars are fresh or not, whether that's talking about it, not talking about it, or doing anything in between.

All in all he supports you no matter what, and will support you in whatever way you need.

Nadia💙:

She's worried, she won't lie.

She knows they're just scars, it might not have even been inflicted for years... but still.

Of course, she still cares, but she doesn't want to micromanage you, you're grown and can make your own decisions.

But at night when you two lay together she can't stop herself from glancing at the scars, wondering if you're hurting on the inside and she's doing nothing...

One day, she just blurts it out, asks if you're alright, if anyone or anything has made you hurt yourself recently.

No matter your answer, she'll support you, and reassure you that of course she would never hold anything against you for being human, naturally.

She loves you more than anything, after all.

Portia🧡:

She can't help herself, just like her brother, she immediately asks about it.

She just wants to know if you're hurting right now, if you've been hiding your pain, if she can help.

She's not going to pressure you at all, but she might get the slightest bit emotional when she thinks about it.

If she can help whether the scars are new or old, she definitely will.

At night she might even say a few mumbles Hebrew pairs, begging g-d for your happiness, your health.

But she will always, always, always love you with all of her heart.

Lucio👑:

He tries to keep silent for awhile.

He doesn't want to make you angry or sad or maybe even happen to hurt yourself so he just stays quiet. He can't help but wonder, though. What if you're sad? What if you're depressed? What if your scars are new and fresh and he hasn't noticed?

He just mentions it softly one day, ready to back out of you can't handle it, ready for everything that could happen.

He just wants you to be happy, and if you don't want to talk about it, he won't, no, he couldn't even imagine attempting to force you to talk about something you don't want to.

But he'll stay with you no matter what your answer is, whether it's crying or silence or screaming. You're his partner and he cares for you, so, so much.

Valerius🍷:

He drops his wine when he sees. He can feel his breath quickening and you hadn't even realized he saw anything when you look at him and, god, he can't look at those eyes of yours without being driven insane.

He asks immediately, tearfully, if you're okay. That's all he wants, god, he'll be happy as long as you're okay.

He'll never be angry at you. But he might cry. Just slightly. But it's still the first time you've ever seen his eyes water at all.

He'll do anything he needs to if you need to feel better, if you need a therapist, food, drinks, medical care-- he has a large supply of money and you deserve it more than anyone, he cares not the cost.

At the end of that night, he might hold you a bit more tightly. And he shudders at the feeling of you skin, breathes your aura in.

Vlastomil🐛:

Horrified, immediately.

While he won't make a scene because he doesn't want to upset your or anything, he does ask you when he thinks your calm and won't freak out.

But of course, if you happen to freak out, he'll definitely be able to handle it whether that means staying or leaving you alone.

He's not angry at all if the scars are fresh or old, you're still the love of his life either way.

If you need something to help, or lots of somethings, no matter what it is, he's going to get it. It doesn't matter how, what matters is you.

And he loves you.

Valdemar💉:

Their breath has not quickened for so long, for a moment they can't even name the feeling that is running through their cold, dead veins.

Worry.

When you catch a look at them, you're concerned. They've never looked at you like that before.

But suddenly they're dropping to their knees before you, clinging to you, eyes wide and horrified.

Their voice is breathless and soft when they speak to you, when they softly reach for your face to caress the curve of your face, look into your eyes.

They haven't spoken so softly in years. They really do care.

Whatever it takes, they'll give it to you if you need it, dosent matter if it's medicine or stim toys or anything else that could help.

And they don't mind getting rid of anything or anyone for you, either.

They don't plan for anyone to hurt you. And they don't change plans.

Volta🍰:

Bursts into immediate tears.

She's always been an emotional woman, and while she is so quick to tears under normal circumstances, she cries the hardest you's ever seen.

She can barely explain herself, and only manages to when she's finally calmed down, as she tearfully asks you, are you okay, are you okay? Are you bleeding? Are you upset? Do we need to talk?

But she quickly manages to compose herself, to hurriedly wipes her tears. She doesn't want both of you to panic, after all.

She'll definitely make sure to comfort you if you need it, and if you start crying, she will manage to hold back tears long enough to comfort you.

But she'll always be loving towards you, not mad, barely upset, and definitely not at you, just at the world, and she makes sure to help if you need it and give you whatever you need.

Vulgora⚔️:

Their heart is racing like their first fight.

It's been years since their heart has raced fast enough to pump their veins with the bad sort of adrenaline, with the horrific feeling of fear.

But they manage to keep calm. The only outward showing of their distress is the slight tremble of their hands as they grasp your own, eyes on your face, not your scars, just you and those eyes.

Whatever happens, if you relapsed, if you hurt yourself again, if you never do it again, they will never ever be angry. They'll always be there for you.

They're your partner, after all. It's engraved into their own ethics now to give you anything you wants whether that's time apart, time alone, more things, less things or anything else.

And they love you just the same no matter what.

❀

#the arcana fanfic #the arcana #the arcana game #the arcana apprentice #quaestor valdemar #reqs open #requests are welcome #the arcana valerius #consul valerius #asra alnazar #asra the magician #nadia satrinava #lucio morgasson #portia devorak #vulgora #volta #the arcana vulgora #pontifex vulgora #self love #self care #comfort #tw self harm #tw self destructive behavior #valdemar the arcana #valdemar #valdemar x mc #headcanon

[tonberry-yoda]

Could I request Asra getting jealous because Lucio keeps flirting with his so at the masqarde.

Oh my goodness, of course you can! I literally love this idea so so much and this is my first time writing for the Arcana her on tumblr, so thank you so much for asking this! <3

Jealousy - Asra Alnazar

Pairing - Asra Alnazar x reader

Warnings - asra being too gosh dang hot, but other than that, nothing

Word Count - 1,169

Notes - thank you super duper much for the request! this was so much fun to write! have a super awesome day, anon! also, italics in dialogue mean whispering

And don’t forget, REQUESTS ARE OPEN! So if you want to request any writing, please don’t hesitate to ask, but please read my pinned post before requesting! Please enjoy!! Don’t forget to stay hydrated! <3

(not my image)

“Are you ready, my love?” Asra placed his hand on your back, pressing a small kiss to your cheek. His lips were always so warm. “Of course I am. Are you ready?” “Ready to see Lucio talk about himself for thirty minutes about how happy he is that we all came to his birthday celebration? Oh, I'm all geared up.” You giggled as you lightly smacked Asra’s arm. “What?! You can't be mad at me! That selfish prick just adores talking about himself.” “Think of the food Asra. The free food.” “Oh, dear, you have just got me all pumped up for this ball.” You laughed as you watched Asra speed up, his dress flying behind him. “Well, are you coming or not?” “Of course I am!” You ran forward, grabbing Asra’s hand, walking into the giant castle. Something about the town of Vesuvia was so magical. It always felt like something out of a fairy tail. And to be there with Asra had you through the roof. You loved that man more than anyone. His bright white hair that seemed to glitter in the sun. His lips that looked like they were always covered in dewdrops. He was an angel. You would always think why he chose you, but you thanked the stars he did. The way he looked at you gave you butterflies. You wouldn't give him up for the world.

“Damn,” Asra giggled, holding you by the waist as you stood in front of him. “Lucio’s still talking. I was hoping we could make it after his dumb speech.” “We’re never that lucky, darling.” “I know. Never. Good entertainment, I suppose.” “You suppose.” You snorted and Asra got down to your level, his warm breath brushing against your ear. “I'm going to grab us some drinks from the other room. Behave, okay?” You cupped his face and turned around, your nose pressed against his. “Don't tell me to behave, Asra. You behave.” You pressed a small kiss against his lips, making him melt. You pulled away, your lips slightly sticking to his. “Darling, don't do that or we are never going to get our drinks.” He licked his lips and walked away, making you swoon. God, how did he do it?

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“Okay, but consider-” “Ilya, I'm busy. Maybe another time?” Asra tried pushing past a crowd, having difficulty getting away from his conversation with Julian that struck at the punch bar. Why did he have to be so nice? “Asra, please! I just want to see you conjure a rabbit or something!” “For the last time, Ilya,” Asra turned around, his whole outfit flying around him. “My magic doesn't work like that! Now can I please, for the love of everything holy and good, please get by?!” The whole room went quiet and cleared out of the way for Asra. He walked by, his face turning a dark shade of crimson that was thankfully covered by his mask. “Well let me know when it can, Asra!” “Shut up, Ilya!”

When Asra finally got around everyone, which felt like an eternity, he nearly dropped both of the drinks in his hands at the gruesome sight he had to put his beautiful blue eyes upon. Lucio and you were standing in a corner together, drinks already in hand, talking. Asra’s blood was boiling.

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You were laughing at some stupid joke that Lucio made when you turned over to see Asra looking at you, tears clearly in his eyes. His hands were clenched, making the drinks he was holding bend a little. You didn't even notice that Lucio was still talking to you. Everything felt muffled. Did Asra think something else was going on? You went to step away, but Lucio grabbed your wrist. “Where do you think you’re going? We still have a lot to talk about! Like that stunning regalia you have on!” You looked back to where Asra was standing, but he left. “Lucio, I just have to run to the restroom. I'll be back.” “Alright! Don't take too long!”

You ran all over that castle. Where could he have gone? You weren't about to give up though. You couldn't leave Asra in that state.

As you went to turn a corner, you felt yourself bump into someone. Someone tall. “Julian! Oh thank god you’re here! Have you seen Asra anywhere?” “Asra? Uh… I was talking to him earlier… And then a couple of minutes ago, I saw him holding his mask heading in that direction.” Julian stuck out his thin finger down a long empty hallway. You couldn't believe you did this to Asra. “Asra!” You found him sitting in the courtyard that took you much too long to find even though it was just at the end of the long hall. “Hello, love.” “That earlier, it wasn't what it looked like.” “Hm?” Asra looked up after digging in his bag for a few moments, the moon shimmering off of his most beautiful features, making you fall in love all over again. “Oh that? Oh, I know. It was nothing, right? I know it wasn't! You would never do anything like that to me.” You tilted your head. “Asra… are you okay?” “Just peachy, my love. Just peachy.” He dug in his bag again and finally pulled out something with a smile. “Faust, you don't have venom, do you?” “Nope!” “Ah, damn.” “Asra,” you sat next to him, scooting his bangs out of his eyes. “I'm sorry.” “What are you sorry for? Lucio needs to be the one to apologize for trying to flirt with you. The dumbass looked idiodic. Though I do accept your apology. Even if I think it's ridiculous that you decided to take a drink from him.” “So you’re not mad?” “Oh, no, I'm pissed. Very much so. Not at you though, love. Not at you.” Asra pressed a kiss on your forehead and turned to Faust. “What do you think we should do to Lucio, Faust?” Faust slithered away, coming back with a stick. “Poke!” “Love, you don't have anything sharp on you, by any chance?” “Asra!” “I'm kidding. I can just poison his drink.” “Asra!” Asra giggled and pulled you close, resting his head in the crook of your neck. “All just jokes, my dear.” You played with the back of his dress with a smile and he rubbed circles into the small of your back, humming softly. “I feel bad though, Asra.” “Oh, don't you dare. Though,” Asra pulled away, his smile turning to a sly smirk. “I think you should reconsider before you talk to Lucio,” he pulled you close, putting his lips against your ear. “Or you’re going to be in big trouble next time.” He pressed a kiss on your earlobe and pulled away, walking back towards the castle. All while you stood there with a red face. The sly bastard knew you weren't going to leave him, so he teased you for it. You couldn't help but love him though. Especially because of that.

#asra alnazar #asra #asra alnazar x reader #asra x reader #the arcana #the arcana x reader #asra the arcana #asra alnazar the arcana #x reader #request #fanfic #fanfiction #writing #my writing

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

It's been a hot minute, but I felt like sending something fun in since life seems to be calming down for you now

Had an idea for a mini of the M6's reaction to someone blatantly flirting with MC while the M6 are standing right there

The Arcana Mini-HCs: Someone flirts with MC in front of M6

Julian: waits to see your cue about how you want it handled. will leap at the opportunity to dramatically sweep you away in his arms, but will have less room for insecurity if you loudly call him your partner

Asra: well, they can't blame them, you're quite the catch. sits back and watches the whole thing play out as his evening entertainment, only joining the conversation if you invite him over or need help

Nadia: too shocked to react at first, because not only are you clearly taken, it's hard not to interpret the stranger's flirting as some kind of insult. joins the conversation so she can flaunt your relationship

Muriel: lowkey would prefer to watch and brood from the corner, but is also worried that you're uncomfortable. ends up scaring them off because he just stands close by with confused RBF until you're free

Portia: doing her best, but she's mad. first, they just ignore that fact that she's RIGHT THERE, and second, they're trying to steal your attention! gets touchy with you and lets them know you're taken

Lucio: well yeah there are other people who want you, you're the best person around! and he's the one you chose, so this is his opportunity to make out with you in public so everyone knows who really won

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

[bahrtofane]

Vamp au stuff idk 

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A blanket of paranoia has descended upon Vesuvia. It starts out as nothing but rumor, joke. Very plainly no one gives a damn. 

But Asra sees past the half baked jokes, the laughter, the ignorance. He knows that something is brewing on the horizon. Vesuvia is about to change, immensely so. He tries not to let it get to him, yet. But he keeps an eye out.

Anything that's close to a sign, a hint. He gets it, in the form of sharp smiles and red eyes. Foreigners in Vesuvia have never been odd. The city is a melting pot, but this small batch of visitors gives him the creeps. 

They lack what he believes to be humanity. There's something so inhuman about the way they just- well, exist. Smiles the crack open like ice. Theyre  imposing, taller than most of the population, sporting the same purple robes so dark they would be mistaken for black without direct sunlight. Gold pendants and chains hanging off their necks. Their hands almost crooked, nails curved a little too much like an animal. 

Everyone calls him crazy. And in full honesty he starts to believe it, but the way Faust curls in on herself whenever one is near only confirms his suspicions. 

Word on the street is they're guests of the count, and that makes his skin crawl. Why are they patrolling the city day in and day out? 

He tries telling you as much, “i don't trust them…” he grumbles, elbow deep in laundry.

You only huff at him, “you don't even know them and you're making baseless assumptions.”

He only squints, lips turning to a frown, “if you tell me you don't feel the same weird aura from them you are a liar.”

“You just don't like what you can't understand.”

They suppose you're right. But still. 

—--

They want to hurl the moment you waltz into the shop, bright eyed and telling him all about the new friend you made. One of them.

Frankly you think they're being rather prejudiced and unkind, but he only shakes his head.

“I'm telling you I have a bad feeling about these guys.”

You wave him off and he suddenly feels nauseous. Something very bad is going to happen. And he's right.

—-

His first encounter is short and sweet, out to buy ingredients for dinner when he runs into one. Literally. Face first after they lose their balance on an old tile, loose and wobbly. 

Asra goes face first into his side, and he catches them, a little too quickly, nails digging into the flesh of his arm. 

“I'm sorry i didn't-” he's cut off by a smile as the man turns to him. A little too wide, one too many teeth. Sharp teeth. He yanks it back to his side in a hurry. Glaring at what's attached to the rest of the hand.

“Oh don't worry. Are you alright ? You look a little pale.” his eyelids droop so low Asra can't tell if they're even open anymore.

“No, I'm fine, thank you.” 

It doesn't take all that long for stranger occurrences to follow, all around Vesuvia. Things going missing, people forgetting where they are, why they're there. It's like a fog has descended on them all, clouding their mind.

When the first disappearances trickle in, Asra knows immediately they have something to do with it. 

Everyone flocks to the shop for protections, charms, spells and readings. Anything to keep them safe. They cling to him for reassurance but he can not give what he isn't certain of.

Asra advises them all to stay off the streets and keep the wandering close no none. They listen to him, all but you. You just have to do as you please.

You think you're some sort of martyr, able to save those who have been missing for weeks now, and the minds of those who stay.

When people start coming back is when panic truly begins to set. They come back but they aren't the same are they. They all sport the same red eyes. It's enough for Asra. he needs to leave. He feels suffocated. Theres always red eyes on him, no amount of magic can change that. 

When the attacks start he does he begin packing his things. The people have all gone mad. Succumb to insanity and desire. They're become carnal beasts, eyes red and w hunger that is inhuman as they are. They thirst for blood, either dead or alive. Each night they ravage the city, and each morning they are forced to pick the pieces up again.

He needs to leave.

But you insist on staying. If that's what you so wish to do, from your own foolish pride, in thinking you can make everything right, then so be it. He will not spend another night in fear, boarding up every window, casting protections till his hands shake, fearing for his beloved city so. 

He leaves. And you stay.

He wishes he never did. Oh how they wish you never turned into what drove them out in the first place. 

Two pricks on the side of your neck sealed your fate. Perhaps another two will undo it. 

#the arcana #asra alnazar #asra x you #asra x reader #asra x mc #asra alnazar x reader #asra the arcana #asra the magician #the arcana fanfic #the arcana headcanons #the arcana asra #asra #asra x apprentice #bahr blurbs #bahr vamp au

[arcanarubinaito]

How It All Went Wrong

Inspired by the “Who Broke It” meme from Parks and Recreation.

This week I’ve decided to do a reader insert fic! I was originally planning to do a special Incorrect Quotes post, but I ran out of time to even start editing it together. I’ll probably do what I planned eventually, but to meet the deadline I switched over to a mini-fic.

(I’m still figuring out how to format my mini-fic/creative writing posts so please forgive the inconsistencies.)

Summary:

It’s the start of a new day and the familiars have all gathered in the Palace to play and run around the mostly empty halls while you and the M6 share drinks and relax on the Veranda. Unfortunately, while they were romping about and having fun, you discovered one of the familiars broke a very expensive vase Nadia was planning to auction off for charity…

Tags:

SFW (<18), 1k Words, GN Reader, Reader Insert, No Established Relationship, Asra Alnazar, Nadia Satrinava (Mentioned), Faust, Chandra, Malak, Inanna, Pepi, Mercedes & Melchior, Camio, Reader's Familiar, Whodunnit, Parks and Recreation, Who Broke It?

“So. Who broke it?”

The pack of animals in front of you all exchanged guilty glances. You’d caught them running through the halls in a panic, a mess of feathers and fur as they frantically tried to get your attention; and they had led you back to the scattered shards of what once was a very expensive, very delicate vase. Nadia had planned to auction it off, raising money to instate a proper orphanage; she wasn’t going to be happy about this. You sighed and crouched down, so you weren’t towering over the frenzied herd. “I’m not mad.” You said soothingly, reaching your hand out. Pepi was the first to rush forward, pressing into your hand with an apologetic purr. “I just want to know.”

They were all quiet for a long, long moment before your own familiar tentatively broke the silence. “I did it,” They said, but you knew it wasn’t them. They didn’t know who it was, either; the creature was attempting to take the fall for their friends. You huffed out a slight, gentle laugh.

“No, no you didn’t.” Your other hand found the top of your familiar’s head, and you gently scratched at it soothingly. Glancing up at the rest, you swept your gaze over the sea of guilty faces and focused on Malak. The raven looked a little more disheveled than usual, his beady black eyes darting around and his head cocking back and forth anxiously. “Malak?” You prompted. You regretted it almost instantly when you saw the look in his eyes.

“Don’t look at me!” Malak shot back, and his wings flared out. His talons clicked against the marble floor as he began to pace, eyeing the other familiars with a paranoid and scrutinizing glare. “Look at Chandra.” He swept one wing towards her, and the other animals turned to focus on the owl. Her eyes widened further, both surprised and indignant at the accusation.

“I beg your pardon?” Chandra brought herself up to her full height, glaring down at Malak with cold, dark eyes. “I certainly didn’t break it. Unlike yourself I watch where I’m flying.”

“That’s weird, how’d you even know it was broken?” Malak said, almost smugly. As though he thought he’d caught Chandra in the act somehow. You glance at the scattered pieces of sharp ceramic in front of you all, and then back up at the two bickering birds.

The owl extended her wing, feathers flaring as she gestured towards the broken vase. “You imbecile, it is right there in front of us and it is clearly broken.”

“Suspicious.”

“No, it is not–”

“If it matters.” Another voice interjected quickly, and you all turned to look at the two Borzoi standing just off to the side. Melchior had spoken up, Mercedes pressed up against his side and eyeing Pepi. “Probably not… but Pepi was closest to it when we ran past.” Mercedes nodded in agreement.

You saw Pepi’s tail slowly puff up, her pale blue eyes widening in disbelief. “Liar!” She yowled at them, and her ears flattened against her skull. The fur on her back spiked up. “I don’t—push things off of tables, that is a stereotype!”

Mercedes looked amused now, baring her teeth in a grin. “Oh really? Then what were you doing up on the table earlier then?”

“Cats like to be high up to watch things, everybody knows that Mercedes—”

You sighed and held up your hands. “Alright, let’s not fight…”

“Well…” Camio bobbed his head thoughtfully. “Inanna’s been awfully quiet–”

“Really?” Inanna snarled, whipping her head in the cockatiel’s direction. The bird only cackled as the rest of the familiars broke into frenzied arguments, pointing claws and feathers. You could hardly hear yourself think over the uproar, the squabbling animals making so much racket it was a wonder the others couldn’t hear them from the veranda. With a long, suffering sigh you rubbed your hands over your face.

“Okay, that’s enough!” You called out, loudly and clearly enough that your voice rang through the entire hall and shut the bickering animals up. The guilty expressions returned tenfold this time as everyone quieted down, paws and talons shuffling. Your thumb and finger ran up the bridge of your nose, pinching together while you took advantage of the quiet to think. There were a lot of fingers being pointed—so to speak—but none of them were admitting it; and you were inclined to believe they were all speaking the truth as well. You opened one eye to survey the small crowd again, doing a brief headcount. Your own familiar, Malak, Chandra, Camio, Melchior, Mercedes, Inanna, Pepi… no sign of Faust.

“Found help!” Ah, there she was. You turned your head to see Faust slung over Asra’s shoulders as he walked down the hall, the periwinkle serpent waving her tail cheerfully at everyone.

“Faust told me what happened.” Asra crouched beside you and skimmed their fingers over the shattered pottery. “Why don’t we get this fixed up before Nadia sees, hm?” They threw a wink at the other familiars, all of them relaxing just a little bit now. Asra held their hands over the shards, and you watched alongside the familiars as the pieces began to glow softly and draw back together. Glowing golden lines formed where the cracks were as the pieces fit together, melting away to reveal a perfectly uncracked and unbroken surface. They picked up the object carefully and set it back where it belonged. “There we go, good as new. Nobody has to know.” They flashed a toothy smile towards you.

“I suppose it doesn’t matter who broke it then.” The familiars relaxed completely. The only reason you wanted to know was so that whoever broke the vase could properly apologize to Nadia; now there wasn’t any reason for that. You took a moment to give everyone some pets and ear scritches before standing up. “But let’s try to not break any more valuable objects, okay?” You chided them all gently and they murmured their agreements. As you turned back to Asra, you gave him a grateful smile. “Thank you.”

“If they’re all together like this, it’s hardly surprising that something broke.” Asra chuckled, guiding Faust off their shoulders so she could rejoin the other familiars. “I was waiting for it to happen. Murphy’s law,” They held their finger up as you both began to walk. “Anything that can go wrong, will. It’s just a matter of how, isn’t it?”

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