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What shape does your pain take?

A picture

A single image reminding you of someone or something you've lost, something you don't want to live without. You can't seem to move on, to accept life has changed, to live again. You're trapped in the picture, in the past. 

Maybe this was a lost family member or friend, maybe this was a sickness that isn't going away, maybe this was sinking into depression. But you can't help but remember how life was before, how life after will never be the same, and can't help but feel that nothing in the future will be able to fill the hole the past left. 

Nothing lasts forever...right?

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lunarisarrow

“Stove salamander?”

As if on cue, a number of tiny thuds sounded from the stairs. It was only a moment before a small, rather chubby salamander skittered around the man’s feet and over to Ethari. It plopped itself unceremoniously on his boot, smoke curling from its nostrils.

“Ah.” Ethari crouched down, carefully scooping the creature into his hands. Dark eyes blinked up at him, tongue licking at one of them, before it snorted and a few sparks flew out of its nose.

He looked back up at the shopkeeper as he stood upright. “I assume this is your culprit?”

“That’s him, alright. Don’t let him fool you—he’ll act cute to get on your good side, then when you turn your back he’ll light your laundry on fire.” Asra shot the salamander a pathetic look, but it was completely ignored in favor of cuddling up to his apparent new friend. 

Setting aside his feelings of betrayal for now, Asra took a moment to examine the shop’s newest customer. If it wasn’t for the man’s pointed ears and prominent horns sticking out from locks of starlight hair, Asra likely would’ve mistaken him for an ordinary Vesuvian. Curiosity shimmered bright in violet eyes, but he made himself clamp down on the fountain of questions bubbling behind his lips. “Be careful not to startle him, or he might burn you.” 

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ivory-rabbit

While he’d never seen creatures of this sort in person, Fitz didn’t really doubt that somewhere, beings like this could maybe exist. Some of the similarly strange things he saw in dreams were too intricate, too vivid to not be real - never mind he fact that they sometimes came true afterword. Still, if these were very powerful magical beings, Fitz supposed that it was probably very interesting to interact with them. Though, from Asra’s comments, perhaps some of them were a little more troublesome than pleasant to talk to. Some of these did give off kind of a scary sort of feeling, when he looked at them too close. But it was that second comment that caught his attention. “The-ey talk to you? Even from, from fa-ar away?”

But the question caught him off guard, and all at once he looked a bit like he’d been confronted with an exam he hadn’t studied for. Rather than panic outwardly any further than that, pale eyes drifted back down to study the cards a second time. Which one caught his eye? His attention first drifted over to the figure with the long skull - he’d seen things like that, in visions. With that, he moved on - there was another, with a wolf-headed figure standing in water in front of the moon. “Um…” he hesitated a moment, then pointed, “M… M-maybe this one? I-I don’t know.”

“All the time, actually.” It wasn’t until he’d mentioned it that he realized how odd that surely sounded. Asra was so used to communing with the Arcana that it had become second nature, conversation flowing as easily as it did on the porch of Fitz’s quaint forest home. To him they barely seemed like all-powerful entities anymore—they were friends and mentors, constant companions to his thoughts. “I can hear them through the cards. When I tell fortunes I ask them for guidance and advice; they’re the ones who answer. Back home it’s gotten me quite a reputation.”

Those instincts kicked in now as Fitz examined the array of cards. “There’s no wrong answer,” he assured, catching the flash of nerves in his companion’s eyes and trying not to give away his curiosity too obviously in his own. Generally people sought his fortunes to ask him questions, but when he was able, this was his favorite question to ask of others. The cards had powerful meanings; he could tell a lot about a person from the card that spoke to them most. 

Asra was the picture of patience as Fitz considered, not wanting to pressure or sway him. Not everyone’s connection was as profound as Asra’s own; it could take time for the call of a card to be heard, much less acknowledged. When Fitz finally did point to a card he offered a smile as he separated it from the deck, handing it to the other to examine more closely.

“The Moon is a light in the darkness, a revealer of the unknown. Sometimes the shadows it casts are distorted, and may make you doubt yourself, but no matter what’s blocking your path, the Moon will always guide you in the end. It means to follow your inner voice, to trust your intuition.” Idle hands took to shuffling the cards in his lap as he spoke. “You do remind me of them. The Moon is soft-spoken and mysterious, but they’re sincere and pleasant to talk to.” Violet eyes glimmered as he studied Fitz’s features. “It’s subtler than the Sun, but if you look closely, the Moon still shines just as bright.” 

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When you’re sick, draw Asra (づ ͡° ³ ͡°)づ

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Do you ever just slowly lose focus of what you’re drawing but you don’t wanna take a break because when you go back you’ll have even less focus

Because that’s what happened just now 

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Based off this post. Hope you all enjoy <3

Muriel is honestly me

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I made my own deal. I gave up part of my heart.

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lunarisarrow

The magic shop is unassuming. It took Ethari ages to find it, despite the directions he was given – it turns out that he’s rubbish at navigating the city’s canals. If it wasn’t for the sign carved with a potion bottle hanging near the door he would have assumed it to be another run of the mill shop.

When he opens the door he’s hit with the overwhelming smell of incense. Cinnamon, flowers, herbs – things both familiar and not. He adjusts the pack thrown over his shoulder. The front room is empty.

“Hello? Is anyone here?”

The bell above the door chimed through the empty shop, allowing Asra to hear it even from the kitchen. “Be right there!” Hastily he stood from where he’d been crouched by the stove, dusting off his hands as he headed downstairs.

Smudges of soot littered his clothes, and the smile he offered when he emerged into the shop was adorned with a grey streak across the apple of his left cheek. “Sorry to make you wait—we had a little mishap with the stove salamander,” he chuckled. “How can I help you?” 

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fluffy foxy magician ;^)

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I CAN EXPLAIN

So uh I wanted to draw Asra sleeping in a fluffy bean bag chair

but like

I can’t draw bean bags?? And I didn’t use references??

So uhm

cloud i guess?? 

Idk I guess it’s up to you guys

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My first plan was to do a lineart but I ended up keeping the sketch XD it's pretty rough but I don't hate the way it turned out 🤷🏼‍♀️

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mageshot

“It’s the way it should be.”

⇒ They’re indecisive about how they feel about the crook of his mouth and the way he takes their shroud in stride. The drawl of his sarcasm reminds them of someone they used to know; the nostalgia of that person’s memory rushes through them for a moment and they are tempted to move the white of his hair out of the way, to look upon both his eyes and know they are not the same person. They almost do despite themselves–their fingers nearly close enough to touch before they drop them to rest on the tempered satchel of their ingredients. Something tugs at their chest. They don’t know what it is; sorrow or longing or regret. They put away the pouch in a larger bag hidden under their cloak made of worn leather with brass buckles. From the depths of the cloak there are 8 dark, glittering eyes and their owner that scuttles away from the intrusion.

“Why don’t you ask your cards what the future will be. If it’s good, I’ll tell you where my shop is.”

A hum escaped him, though he didn’t bother questioning the mysterious statement. He already knew that the other wouldn’t answer. Someone walking around with such a heavy veil over their personage was sure to not only carry a great many secrets, but be vigilant about maintaining them. Not that Asra could relate to that. 

Were it anyone else Asra would think they were trying to trick him into giving a free reading—and who knew, perhaps they were. But Asra was intrigued nonetheless, and so it only took a moment of pondering before he withdrew his tarot deck from his pocket. He removed their casing and shuffled them without sparing a glance.

“In that case...” He trailed off as he fanned the cards out between them. Even beneath the shop’s dim lights, the gold on their backs glimmered with an otherworldly allure. “Choose three.” 

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arcanawise

   As COMFORTABLY as if this shop has long belonged to him, Aaravos settles into a cross-legged position from his new nest (and seems to care a deplorable LITTLE that he may be in the magician’s way—right atop his precious cards). His hands tuck into his lap, and at the same moment as Asra is reclining in his chair, he’s perching forward with the posture of some YOUTHrather than the centuries’ old being that he is. Per nature, he reads the lips and gestures conveniently in front of him; the pinch in his gaze is no less IMPISH than before.

   “Can you not?” he ponders in faux NAIVETY. “I thought one with such a vast wealth of knowledge and MAGIC could ‘levitate’ if he so desires; have you asked your cards?” Only then, his attention dips to where he has planted himself, and he retrieves one of the aforementioned from the fold of his legs. “Ah. Here we are.” He flips it to display its FACE. “This one… You called her the HIGH PRIESTESS? Perhaps she will grant you wings.”

A snort left him as Aaravos settled right on top of his previous work. He really must have been bored if he was so obviously vying for attention, but it wasn’t like Asra minded. With a short burst of magic a gust of wind blew his cards towards him and out of harm’s way, though a few weren’t able to escape in time and ended up hidden beneath the elf’s cloak. 

“If I could I’d be flying circles around you right now,” he teased back without missing a beat. Idle hands took to gathering the cards into a neat pile, expertly shuffling them without needing to look. Instead his attention landed on the card offered between them, drawing another chuckle from lips curled in amusement. While the High Priestess did have wings—at least in Asra’s own interpretation—the Arcana weren’t quite so simplistic, a fact that Aaravos surely knew by now.

“I wish that was how the Arcana worked. Maybe then I could ask the Star to be as beautiful and sparkly as you.” 

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arcanawise

   He doesn’t take well to being IGNORED for this long, and yet somehow does the archmage still have manners not to poke and prod at his magician’s concentration until he’s done. So, it would be that Aaravos must find means to entertain himself—laughably; it’s not as if he isn’t already ACCUSTOMED to the task—and thus brings him to so playfully DEFY all manners of physics and gravity in this alien realm. He soon HOVERS before the meditating other, studying his face in long quiet, the hours passed urging him to finally play with him a bit; in the middle of reaching forward a hand to FLICK at a curl of pearly locks does one eye crack open.

   And he’s blessed with bubbling laughter he must settle with only SEEING upon the other’s face.

   “Why, I haven’t done a THING,” he drawls in faux innocence, all the while spinning himself upright to PERCH atop the table. “Merely waiting for you to finish the EXCITEMENT that is sitting there for countless hours. Have you been sated, or shall I search out some other entertainment in the meantime?”

“Looks like you were about to.” Despite being caught Aaravos remained ever unruffled, regrettably drawing his outstretched hand back and righting himself to be vertical. Asra did the same, his previous motion tousling starlight locks to be even fluffier than usual. 

Sitting back in his chair, Asra pretended to ponder. Both of them were all too aware of how readily the magician would give all of his time to the other, but teasing him was more fun. “I guess I can be done if you’re so desperate for entertainment.” The glimmer in violet eyes was equal parts curious and amused. 

“I don’t think I’ve seen you do that before,” he commented with a gesture at the air where Aaravos had previously been floating. “Think you could teach me to levitate like that?” The mental image of Julian’s face if Asra popped into his study at the palace while floating around like that was too hilarious to resist. 

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a smol thing for @arcanawise​ bc I couldn’t resist

Asra sat at his fortune-telling table in the back of the shop. The tabletop was covered with his tarot cards, the gold in their images shimmering beneath the dim, pinkish light. He’d been meditating for hours, reaching out to the Arcana to seek their wisdom. But in that moment the tone of their whispers changed, snapping him out of his spell and bringing an amused smile to his face. 

“Hmm. The cards tell me I’m being watched.” A violet eye cracked open and sure enough, Aaravos hovered near the other end of the table. The position he was in, however, made Asra burst into giggles: the elf was suspended in the air above the table and watching him upside-down, though his hair and clothes remained flat as if he were standing upright. 

“What are you doing?” His laughter filled the otherwise quiet room. He couldn’t resist tilting his head, fluffy hair falling wildly as he looked at Aaravos sideways, as close to upside-down as he could get. “I wouldn’t think watching me meditate would be exciting. Have you been there the whole time?”