#Asra the Wandering Magician

[mothradotra]

I'm pretty proud of this. I think I may go back and try to change some things, but I'm kinda just throwing my hands up for rn.

[iridescent-solstice]

You guys can't tell me this isn't about Asra . . .

yeah i have an outside husband lol i know its unethical but he just loves exploring

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

What if MC saw death coming and was planning to fight it all along?

(Bear with me, my creativity levels are low so it looks like we're getting some impromptu self-insert MC lore/Arcana plot study -)

I understand a lot of why the MC is written the way they are - some of it is necessary for the plot, and many plot points themselves are necessary to set up an MC so vague that any reader would be able to see themself in them. But it's so easy to let a vague character become a passive character, and I'm not a passive reader. So here's my reconstruction of how Drue handled the Red Plague xD

What if the disagreement with Asra wasn't a fight? What if it was two best friends staring at the same problem and knowing, as different people, that they had different solutions to offer?

What if Asra left, not just because they valued their safety, but because in line with their own working style they thought they'd be able to help most by taking a step back and checking in with old connections for new approaches to curing the Plague?

What if Asra asked Drue to come with him out of a desire to see him safe, but already expected and respected his decision to stay where he could make the biggest difference?

What if parting ways didn't happen on an emotional high as a lover's quarrel got too intense, but was instead planned by two friends helping each other tackle the same problem from different sides?

What if they both knew and openly acknowledged what Drue was risking when he chose to stay, and that Asra's actions were in some part fueled by his fears?

What if Drue stayed up late the night before Asra left to help him pack, each of them playfully threatening the other to stay safe - that's their best friend they're taking care of?

What if Asra quietly mumbled "You'd better not die" and Drue shot back with "Like you wouldn't bring me back so you could kill me for it yourself!"

What if that led to a very sleep-deprived, 2 AM promise that if Asra wandered too far and got lost, Drue would find them and take them home, and if Drue got too close to the Plague and died, Asra would bring him back?

What if the reason Asra still feels so torn about leaving isn't because they feel like they abandoned their friend? What if that night is achingly bittersweet to them, because they felt how openly, platonically, and purely loved they were even while their own romantic feelings stayed hidden and unrequited?

What if Julian and Asra already knew about each other and had good opinions of each other because of how highly Drue spoke of them, either in letters to the magician, or over drinks after an exhausting, discouraging day treating patients?

What if Nadia came to recognize him, if not directly know him, because he was always perched on the top of a bookshelf in the library bumping his head on the ceiling as he devoured encyclopedias?

What if Muriel came to distance himself from him, because Drue was the only person who heard the Scourge rumors and ended up seeing his actions for himself in a desire to investigate?

What if the reason Muriel still doesn't want to connect with him (until he's forced to) is because the last time he saw Drue's face was in the Coliseum stands and he can't bring himself to face him or talk about it?

What if Lucio's resentment towards Drue goes way further back than the ritual, to his ongoing habit of sticking his nose where it didn't belong and investigating/confronting all his shady deals?

What if, when the letters stopped and Asra returned, the idea to resurrect Drue came from that unhinged pact and not from a refusal to acknowledge reality?

What if Drue as a conscious ghost was able to work in small ways, flipping book pages with a light breeze or sending the Countess dreams of Lucio's planned ritual, comforting and reassuring his friends that this was a path he was ready to take with them?

What if the only time Asra went rogue was when the moment came to strike a bargain, and they volunteered half their heart to pay the price when the planned offer wasn't enough?

What if Asra's relaxed attitude towards Drue's dependency on them as his caretaker didn't come out of comfort with being needed so badly, but instead out of the knowledge that he always had and always would be as independent as life would let him?

What if Drue as the MC didn't use his resilience to roll with life as it happened, but instead took Fate by the teeth because he had loved ones to live for and way too much stubborn spite to fall asleep that easy?

Just my thoughts :3

[vestercorax]

Soft domestic fluff with M6 — Waking Up

Asra

The Shop now opens an hour later.

Yes, that’s a new schedule. Something about different day length, did you know-

No, Faust is not bribed with snaccs, she’s just hanging out on the doorknob, why?

Oh, look how conveniently you are snuggled, now it will be considered a crime to separate yourselves, and you don’t want crimes in your house, do you?

He doesn’t want to hear anything about bribery being considered a crime

Asra really just wants to enjoy every minute you’re together, when nothing is bothering you or demanding immediate attention (which happens all the time, hard magicians’ life)

Mornings are the most suitable time, when you can speak unhurriedly, dream a little and plan your little next week’s adventure

Nadia

Nadia has to wake up early, even on holidays :(

That habit is ingrained so deeply that it is an outright surprise for her if you don’t share it. Everyone rise early to get everything done, no?..

It warms her heart to see you so relaxed and satisfied in your bedchambers like nowhere else

She leaves, but servants are already preparing everything for your awakening

Nadia will make up for all the skipped morning caresses in the afternoon-

Lots of kisses and tea brewed with petals will improve your mood, whichever way you woke up

One day you wake up and first thing you feel is the weight on the other side of the bed

Your eyes fly open just to see Nadia’s ruby ones filled with tenderness and adoration, as she observes you and smiles bright and soft at your expression

Only then you notice the lightest tracing of her elegant fingers caressing your pillow-marked cheek

Julian

Julian is headed straight to work upon waking up

This man’s body wakes up much later than his brain does — it occurs to him it’s time to eat only an hour or two after he dug into his notes

Do you like taking naps? Good

After a brief activity burst (which consist of wolfing down the delicious breakfast you brought him) he is back in bed

No, not a single movement for at least half an hour.

Perharps, besides…

Yeah, pillow fights, sounds incredible

May or may not pretend that you stabbed him with a narrow one to doze off a little

Are deadmen supposed to have such a death grip on their killers, huh?

Portia

Portia is an early bird

The earlier you wake up, the more time there is to get done with work and have fun!

Extremely energetic + wants you besides immediately

Before you know what is going on, she is already straddling you and tickling your sides

She wants to press her nose into yours until you wake up, to peer into your eyes with her bright blue ones. But she just can’t contain her excited giggling at the simple thought of the spooked little jump you’ll definitely make

She’ll get there one morning, don’t even doubt.

If you get too cranky, she will leave you be… for a week at most.

Muriel

Muriel will leave at dawn, desperately trying not to wake you. He doesn’t want to disturb you; it’s his chores after all

He ignores your demands to stop to consider every chore only his own

Will ask Inanna to check on you if he is wandering far into the forest. He knows you will be safe, it’s just… He feels more reassured this way

Congratulations, you are guarded by a big floofy wolf, who thinks to guard = to lie flat on you and sometimes poke her nose in yours

She’s right, honestly

If you are tough enough to sleep through that, prepare for the ultimate attack: breakfast

Riding proudly on the wolf’s back to the kitchen, you are greeted with a “good morning” hum

As you eat half-sleepily, Muriel adoringly studies your face, trying and failing to hide it

His own face turns slightly red, when you try to feed him a little bit of your portion, even though he has already eaten

You succeed.

Lucio

If it was up to him, he would be staying under the covers till the sun has passed its peak

Oh, wait, it is up to him. The deal is sealed then.

And he will be very delighted to have you in his arms

Carefully, you won’t be able to escape after indulging even once. Lazy and long mornings, stretches, laughter and adoring stares… Who would be, honestly?

After crawling out of the bed and eating it’s time to refine your day plans. Ones for evening are the most exciting

After that he will attend to his training

“You want all of me hard as steel, don’t you? ;)”

Will encourage you to join him and will literally beam if you say yes

First headcanon post, there we go

Masterlist, if you wish

[to-the-stars8]

Until the Moon Stops Chasing the Sun

Julian Devorak x MC/Reader Summary; Julian admits that he loves you, and always will-Even when the feelings aren't reciprocated.

A/N: Hey guys! I've actually had this fic held up in my vault for a little while. You just gotta excuse the mess. This was actually one of the chapters from my really old story of Lamentation of the Apprentice before I just straight-up abandoned it. I've rewritten it from first person because that just fits my style better and makes it more flexible for you guys. This, obviously, takes place before mc's death. Also, there is smut, so 18+ and MDNI

You turned at the sound of your name, knowing it was Ilya before seeing him. His voice was thick with a Nevivion accent that had your name feel like a brush of soft wind. Ilya, though, did not look as he sounded, he was lean and moved with little grace. He stumbled toward you as he arose from his spot at the desk, long legs likely tired from sitting too long. Even in the candlelight and days without washing, his hair seemed like a soft fire that curled in perfect licks of flame upon his head. 

You reached out to touch it as you handed him some papers he had asked for, noting aloud that he needed a bath soon. He sheepishly said that it was a consequence of working too much. 

“A break would suit you,” You commented over your shoulder, disappearing behind the maze of bookshelves. 

“I…I return the sentiment to you, beauty,” His voice was distant, becoming louder as he drew closer. He found you with a smile, sliding behind you as you looked up at the towering shelves. You tried not to pay attention to how he smelled of sweet cider. 

For a moment, you let yourself get lost in the memories, thinking of the time Ilya had confessed that he was smitten with you and gave you a kiss. At first, you were nearly nauseated by the feeling of someone else’s lips as only Asra had ever kissed you. It was a pity that when he kissed you for a second time you only thought of your white-haired magician. It had taken nearly all your concentration as he and Asra felt completely different.  Asra’s lips were plump and warm, and his hands, like him, always wandered. Ilya’s kiss was a stiff wildfire that dared not spread too far for fear of being put out. 

You had pulled away out of guilt, telling him that there was no room in your heart for him. Ilya understood, saying that when there was room he’d be there waiting. From that moment on, it had been the little touches and assurances on the worst days that started to clear Asra from your mind. It caused some internal torment, but, like always, Ilya was there to comfort you. 

What brought you back to the moment was finding the book, and you shook off the thought as you started to reach for it. Ilya was quick to intercept it, reading the title aloud with a mischievous smile. 

“The science of dreaming,” He seemed amused. “I, uh, did not think you took to the more…factual parts of the world.”

You laughed as you took the book from his hands, smoothing your hand over the cover. When the laughter died on your lips, you thought of how to respond that would not have Ilya fussing over you. “I just keep having the same dream is all.”

There was a pause before a quiet question hit the silence between the bookshelves. “What of?”

You finally looked up to meet Ilya’s eyes, answering just as softly, “You.”

It pained you to say it aloud because, as much as you dreamt of him, Asra was like the ghost haunting every aspect of your life. You had spent too long loving him to let go of the rotting love deep in your heart. 

Yet, there was Ilya, so fresh and kind. All he’d ever shown you was kindness, even when faced with rejection. He harbored no ill will toward you, accepting everything you had given him so happily.  

Ilya said your name and it sounded like a stone skipping on water. When he started to lean down to kiss you, you did not fight his affection this time. Perhaps, it was selfish of you to take what he was giving with Asra still there in your heart. Yet, you could not stop the fire Ilya had started lit against your skin. 

His lips followed the same patterns as Asra’s once did, down your jaw, up the hollow of your neck, and just about everywhere you would let him. As he did, you let the book drop from your hands to thread your fingers into his hair to see if the locks would burn you.

Before you knew it, his hands were finding their way under your clothes, desperate touches that he had yearned for since before you had turned him away. You returned the feeling, relishing in the touch of a lover after so long, quickly undoing the buttons on his shirt to feel up his chest as the two of you backed up into the bookshelf. His skin felt hot, and you were not surprised by it as he burned with every ounce of passion that he had.

All of it you knew should have been spent on someone else. Someone better. 

When he had lifted your skirts up around your hips, revealing all the parts you had shown only one other person, Ilya’s eyes admired your nakedness. He took in every part of your body like you were a breath of fresh air after he’d been drowning. His eyes flickered back up to yours and you found yourself terrified to look at him, too ashamed of yourself for taking something that should have not been yours to begin with. 

“Ilya, perhaps we should—” 

His fingers were ghosting over your sex, barely touching before pulling away at your words. The smile he gave you was full of heartbreak, and he whispered, “I know you do not love me.”

Somehow, you found yourself unraveling under his gaze just as you did Asra’s once. “I do. As a friend.” You assured him and yourself. 

Ilya nodded his head and squeezed his eyes shut to keep tears from falling out. “I know. I know.” He looked away and sniffled. “But, may I say this?”

No, you wanted to say, do not say it, Ilya. You were holding onto your constraint by a string. At that moment a thousand thoughts rushed through you. Usually, when you were overwhelmed by this, it was Asra who you thought of. It scared you when the only name that came to mind was Ilya’s. 

“Yes, you may,” you whispered. 

Ilya smiled and stared down at the book before giving it back to you. He looked at you like he was expecting something, perhaps for you to stop him.  “You, uh, you are one of the most beautiful people I have ever met. I…I still find myself thinking of you daily, in so many ways—That is, um…Perhaps I should—I love you is what I am trying to say, damn it all!”

I love you. It was the first time anyone had ever told you that before. Asra never did in the six years you had known him, nor in the three you had been together intimately. You hated yourself for not saying it back, for just not feeling the love for him as much. I love you. I love you, Ilya. You begged your heart to say it, but it was unrelenting to let go of Asra. 

Ilya studied your face for a moment as a doctor would then let out an airy chuckle. “I wanted to tell you this because, in case anything happens to me, I needed you to know.”

In case anything happens to me. The plague had gotten worse, and you knew Ilya was more aware of how severe it truly was yet that did not stop his determination to help. Truly a doctor through and through. 

“Ilya,” The string had turned into a thread and you were leaning up to kiss Ilya again. He kissed you more passionately this time. His tongue found its way into your mouth, and you enjoyed it. 

Finally, the thread snapped.

Hiking up your skirts again, Ilya delved into feeling every part that would only be known to the two of you. You gasped into the kiss as his long, slender fingers prodded through your folds before finding your clit. As he worked circles on you, you worked on his trousers, pulling at them until his cock sprung free. Ilya moaned against your mouth, thrusting forward when your hand touched the already leaking tip. 

When your eyes met Ilya’s, you nodded your head lightly before taking your hand away from him as he did the same. He gave himself a few pumps before aligning himself up to your entrance. After ensuring that you were okay, he thrust forward, making you gasp. 

Within a moment he was inside of you, making you feel whole for the first time in so long as well as different, too. Never before had you had sex with anyone other than Asra, so it was foreign to you to get used to someone else’s touch. Ilya was just as gentle, though, as his thrusts were not hastened, but slow. It made you feel longed for as he felt up your thighs and placed wet kisses over your face.

He said your name again and again like a mantra. A prayer. A title of a book that he wished to never forget.

You did not say his name back. You were terrified that if did Asra’s name would fall from your lips in habit and break Ilya’s heart further. Or worse, and somehow summon the magician to see you in such a state. Not that you would much care. All you could think of was how good Ilya had made you feel. It was like a spell that had you melting in his arms. 

“I love you—gods, I love you,” Ilya whispered desperately as he pushed into you deeper. When you started to cry out, he captured your lips in a kiss, only pulling away to whisper some assurances.  

With one hand on his shoulder, steadying yourself, you used the other to slip between your bodies and over your clit. You whined, turning away from him so he would not see the way you had started to unfold. 

Ilya shook his head as he mumbled so pathetically, “Please, let me see you.”

You couldn’t, not with the image of Asra suddenly dancing in the back of your mind. By the gods, Ilya was far too good for you and you found yourself loving him for it. Burying your head into his shoulder when your orgasm tore through you, you grabbed at his arms, desperately trying to hold onto that fleeting love you had felt for him. 

Ilya whined against your lips, mumbling too late about how he was going to cum before spilling inside of you. You soothed him as he said something in his native language into your ear. 

“Ilya,” You whispered when he had recovered, and he looked at you. 

He already knew. 

He knew that it would be the last time. Still, Ilya took you into an embrace. His hands anchored you to him, and, in turn, you laid your head on his chest. Just a moment longer, it said. Pretend to be in love with me just a moment longer. And, you did. You played the part of a reciprocating lover, as much as it broke you to do so. Nothing in the world mattered. Not Lucio, Asra, Muriel—No one, but him. Your Ilya. 

When the embrace broke and you fixed yourselves, it was back to being nothing more than friends. Ilya swooped down to pick up your dropped book, handing it off to you. 

“I…I should be getting back to work,” He said sorrowfully, eyes not meeting yours. “I, erm, I will see you again? As friends, of course.” 

You smiled at him. “Yes. Always, Ilya.” Before he could step away, and out of curiosity, you called out to him again. “Wait, what did you say?”

“I do not follow your meaning.”

“A few minutes ago.”

His eyes widened in understanding and he was quiet for a few moments before finally saying, “It, uh, is something we say back home in Nevivion. It means nothing of importance.”

You pushed the subject no further, but, still, were curious enough to jot it down in a folder of notes. It was a topic to dwell on for a rainy day so you thought nothing of it. Ilya left without another word, and you went back to my room the same way with your book in hand. 

After that night, the two of you started to drift apart. The plague had gotten worse, and you eventually found yourself sick as Ilya drowned himself in work. It pained you to see him neglect himself, and angry that Lucio relished in it. Pushing and pushing Ilya until there was no more than the shell of a beautiful human being. 

Before the beginning of the end, you wondered what would have happened if you had fallen in love with him. You pictured yourself running away from Vesuvia, going to his homeland Nevivion. Perhaps the two of you would visit the salt baths that he always said had healing powers. Your heart swelled at the thought of him talking of home as he always got a hopeful, starry-eyed look that had your heart fluttering. 

With your death, you hoped that Ilya would stop falling for you, and for a time, he did. Asra, the same person who had such a hold on the love of his life, took your place. Ilya tried to find your touches in him, to recreate what he had felt that one night in the library with you, but it all had turned cold. 

Asra had found your notes and asked him what some piece of Nevivion gibberish you had written meant. Reluctantly, he answered. 

I will love you until the moon stops chasing the sun. 

[valeriusxoxo]

A LOOK TELLS A THOUSAND WORDS

pairings: asra x reader, lucio x reader

content: gender-neutral reader, no pronouns specified, angst, supposed to take place in between the end of lucio's route and before his upright ending, asra was originally with reader before reader's death, not proofread

word count: 0.6k+

synopsis: when you look into lucio's eyes, you have the same glint in them that you had once given your former lover.

author's note: this was inspired by @lucent-blade's work! thank you for letting me take inspiration. :)

when you had successfully taken down the devil, petrifying him until who knows how long, you immediately went to lucio. you took him into a tight embrace, looking at him with a bright shine in your eyes. it was like sparks flew in the sky once you both took victory, and you never wanted that moment to end.

after defeating the devil, you and lucio became "wanderers". you took missions all over the world, traveling together. it was great, really; you two saw each other all the time, and you worked together.

lucio never really liked being count. he had to attend boring meetings and deal with political issues. all he wanted to do was fight and party! so, when you asked him if you wanted to travel with him and take bounties, he was ecstatic.

deciding to take a break for a week or two, lucio wanted to visit vesuvia again. it had been a year or so since you both started working together and since you last saw your friends.

it was exciting to come back again. so much had changed yet the city kept the same bright and wonderful atmosphere since you last were here.

you were at the castle library, reading a couple books while asra was searching for some. he already had a tall stack of books at his chair, but he insisted on getting more.

lucio was at the castle gardens, catching up with nadia. it was a peaceful day for you to sit and read, but you couldn't help looking out the window, just to admire your partner.

his blonde hair and his cute little outfit, with the brown leather straps, wrapped around his chest. he looked so adorable.

you didn't even realize asra calling for you, and you snapped back to reality when you saw asra snapping their fingers in front of your face.

"oh- yes, asra?" you chuckled softly. "sorry!"

"it's fine," asra replied. "i was just wondering what you thought about this book. you said you liked this one."

he held a large book in his hands, smirking.

"that's a nice book," you said, before looking back at the window.

asra raised an eyebrow and looked in the same direction before frowning. he immediately noticed lucio, and he didn't know why, but he felt his blood boil. it hurt, seeing you together with the man who took advantage of his parents and put them in the devil's realm for two decades, leaving the magician alone since his childhood.

they knew their parents were back, alive and well. they knew that their parents forgave lucio a long time ago, but they always held a grudge towards the ex-count. they don't like holding grudges, but when it came to him, they would be furious at him forever.

what hurt even more was the way you looked at him, like he was the only person in the world. asra felt alone after you left him, and the fact you left him for lucio hurt him even more.

asra stared at lucio with furrowed eyebrows and a vein nearly popping out their forehead, before walking away in silence.

he remembers when you first told him that you could see lucio. they were horrified. what if he hurt you? he knew it was unlikely, considering his condition at the time, but not impossible.

as much as they wouldn't want to admit it, they would rather lucio stay in between the alive and the dead than be with you.

asra opened the door to the library before shutting it, clenching their fists with pure rage. they took a deep breath and exhaled, trying to keep their cool as they roamed the hallways.

he stopped this habit a long time ago. or at least he tried to. but it was time for him to head back to nopal, to escape his lingering thoughts like he did when you lived with him.

[mermaidchan05]

Vesuvia Weekly: Dreamy Dancing

For the Tired Dancing prompt from @vesuviaweekly. Have some fluff from Asra and his apprentice Meleia!

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There’s little that Meleia and Asra love more than dancing together. 

The tricky part is trying to find a good time. 

It’s not unusual for the two of them to have private little dances in the kitchen, late at night, when the shop is closed and dinner is all cleaned up and the familiars are happy to be playfully underfoot. 

Asra never lets her misstep. No one is going to trod on any tails today. 

The whole little family loves this evening tradition. 

Sometimes, though, the work day was too long, or something distressing or infuriating happened, or someone is too exhausted for one reason or another. 

While Asra can sleep any time, anywhere, Meleia is most definitely a morning person. 

So Meleia is usually the one who ends up too tired for a late-night dance (and she feels terrible about it). 

In the end, though, they found a solution to that. 

The solution came completely by accident. And it turned into one of Asra’s favorite things in the whole world. 

As it turns out, it’s very easy to slip into the Magical Realms when one falls asleep. Especially when two very powerful magicians are involved. 

And what better place to dance than on the surface of beautifully kaleidoscopic waters in Asra’s oasis? 

Or on the sparkling beaches of the Magician’s Realm? 

Or maybe, they’ll just wander off into their own little world, never knowing how the Realms might surprise them next. 

It doesn’t matter. The surprise is always, always lovely. 

For the Magical Realms reflect the thoughts and memories and emotions of any mortal visiting. 

And Meleia and Asra are so deeply, purely in love. The whole world around them tends to turn beautiful.

[raddest-hat-showdown]

RADDEST HAT SHOWDOWN FULL BRACKET!

Polls for side 4B begin tomorrow, 03/30 at 10am EST. See below for the list of contestants.

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Captain Amelia vs Captain Barbosa 

King Julien vs Commander Peepers 

Greg vs Tia Safalin

Ravio vs Jack Noir

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Louise Belcher vs Wander

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Round 1 Side 1B

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Preceptor Seluvis vs Mami Tomoe

Chess Chocho Cookies vs Papa G

Rennala vs Brain

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Polls start 10am EST 03/25

Mad Hatter vs Lord Yupa

Suika vs Mario and Cappy

Big Hat Logan vs Knuckles

Mizune vs Finn the Human 

Gabdalf vs Apple Jack

Professor Layton vs C.Q. Cumber

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Polls start 10am EST 03/26

Puss in Boots vs Donald Duck 

Black Hat vs Marx

Midna vs Funky Kong

The Man in the Yellow Hat vs Ice Cap

Niko vs Skullduggery Pleasant 

Dimentio vs Rook Hunt 

Angela Leon vs Merlin

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Polls start 10am EST 03/27

La Muerte vs Wild Wheel

Dark Magician Girl vs Chi Chi

Celty Sturluson vs Reginald Copperbottom

Perry the Platypus vs The 11th Doctor

The Captain of the Dead vs R.J. Macready

Luigi vs Cure Miracle Alexandrite 

The Riddler vs Indiana Jones 

Timekeeper Cookie vs Mary Poppins 

Round 1 Side 3B 

Polls start 10am EST 03/28

Rubber Helm vs Smokey the Bear

Stanley Pines vs Rincewind 

Lich King vs Asra Alnazar

Hat kid vs Zora Salazar

Amon vs Snufkin

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Lady Dimitrescu vs Woody

Jarlaxle Baenre vs Black Pepper

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Polls start 10am EST 03/29

Captain Hook vs Suwako Moirya

Hat Man vs Luffy

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Charon vs Chuya Nakahara

Detective Sokka vs Juvia

Detective Rama vs Pearl

Cerebella vs Wakko

Megumin vs Laszlo Cravensworth

Round 1 Side 4B

Polls start 10am EST 03/30

Link and Ezlo vs Alfredo Linguine

Captain Jack Sparrow vs Vivi Ornitier 

Sir Pentious vs Jughead

The Onceler vs Moist Van Lipwig

Mona Megistis vs Dipper Pines

Robert E.O. Speedwagon vs Stella

Miriel Pastor of Vows vs Ask Ketchum 

Dr. Facillier vs Wirt

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[garden-of-omegas]

⚜ FIRST MEETING [ARCANA - ROMANCEABLES] ⚜

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characters: asra | nadia | julian | muriel | portia | lucio summary: the details of your first meeting with your future mate. warnings: none? i think. rating: sfw a/n: starting with the basics this time! don't worry about the missing writings, they're not completely gone and will be back sooner or later. i just realized i needed to revise a lot of stuff and i'd rather do that now rather than way later when they're half-lost under everything else.

~🎕

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≿━━━━༺❀ asra ❀༻━━━━≾

✿ you were a wandering magician, looking for a place to settle down with your familiar, an european badger named ursula. you'd recently arrived at vesuvia, where you were planning to stay for only a few days.

✿ asra was eighteen at the time, and had yet to start his travelling lifestyle. you, on the other hand, claimed to be around the same age though you never mentioned your exact age. however, you were apparently already tired of your travels.

✿ you met asra during a masquerade, the first time you'd ever come to vesuvia. he had set up a little fortune telling booth near the market, and you were wandering around taking in the sights. you happened upon his booth during your wandering, and showed him a few tips to fortune telling after having your own fortune read. asra immediately asked you to teach him more. [☘]

✿ you agreed to teach him a few tricks if he showed you around vesuvia, as you had yet to figure your way fully around. his enthusiasm made you fall in love with vesuvia (and him) and eventually you went on to buy the shop he'd set his booth at.

✿ asra admired you instantly upon meeting you, you were so knowledgeable and wise about magic and the world. spending some time with you let him even see a glimpse behind the gruff look on your face, and he thinks some part of him fell in love with you then. you found asra to be cute, his eternally curious disposition quickly breaking through your usually tough facade. it didn't take long for you to decide that spending more time with the cute omega wouldn't be too bad.

≿━━━━༺❀ nadia ❀༻━━━━≾

✿ you were a magician looking for something shown to you in a vision you'd had. you'd been on the road with your familiar, a jackdaw named camma, for several years at that point. vesuvia was originally just a stopping point for you on your journey.

✿ nadia was twenty at the time, recently engaged to lucio (sort of, anyways...). you were apparently around the same age, though with apparent wisdow beyond your years.

✿ you happened upon nadia in the town square of vesuvia, both of you rather new to the city-nation. she was just leaving her carriage when you'd stopped by to ask her about her clothes and carriage, ever curious about anything new. nadia gladly answered you, drawing you both into a conversation about her home country.

✿ nadia had to eventually leave for her duties, but she invited you over for discussions several times afterwards while you were still in the city. you eventually decided to stay, feeling like vesuvia was where you were meant to be and went on to open your own shop.

✿ nadia thought of you as an interesting person, your curiosity apparent and rather cute. she especially admired your intelligence and talents, making your constant talking far more tolerable than most other people she has to listen to. to you nadia was the most curious thing in the entirety of vesuvia, something about her drawing you to her instantly. you weren't sure if it was her scent, so exotic, or something more magical. regardless, you couldn't wait to get to know more about her.

≿━━━━༺❀ julian ❀༻━━━━≾

✿ you were a magic shop owner in vesuvia, having already settled down some time ago, though you still dreamed about your past of travelling. at least your familiar, an irish wolfhound named calum, was content with it all.

✿ you were both in your mid-twenties, supposedly. it was shortly after the plague started, after you were forced to close your shop and were looking for someway else to help the community.

✿ you ended up at julian's clinic's doorstep unexpectedly, looking to make use of your medicinal magic skills with the help of a real doctor. or, as close to one as you could get. julian opened the door expecting a patient, and instead got a stern looking magician asking to become his assistant. a few flustered stammers later he let you inside.

✿ julian gladly took you in as an apprentice after seeing your work, even with his apprehension towards magic. the two of you got close rather quickly, given how much time you were spending together prior to julian's call to the palace.

✿ after the initial surprise of seeing you on his doorstep, julian couldn't help but think of how pretty you were. a perfect alpha, though he'd never admit that that's what he thought. that, and he couldn't help but admire your talents with medicine. you mostly thought of julian as cute. stammery, dramatic, and extremely cute. a bit odd with his mannerisms, but his dedication to his craft is what really caught your attention. who wouldn't admire such passion for helping people?

≿━━━━༺❀ muriel ❀༻━━━━≾

✿ you were running a shop in vesuvia, working as a magician and trying to keep your rather new life intact. your familiar, a fallow deer named aldwyn, was especially taking your new city life badly.

✿ you were young adults at the time. your meeting was only shortly after you'd settled in vesuvia and asra started staying with you. not that asra was home at the time.

✿ you were out in the forest looking for herbs with aldwyn, who was leading you to all the best spots. he lead you to a small hut, with all kinds of helpful herbs growing around the area. then you got a faceful of wolf and had to be saved by a large omega smelling like all those herbs.

✿ muriel of course did his best to herd you away from his hut, but being the stubborn idiot that you are you kept returning back. it was the best place for herbs you'd found, and the cute omega was a delightful bonus of course.

✿ muriel mostly thought of you as weird. oh so weird. you were stubborn, oddly cheerful, and despite his gruff personality kept calling him cute. he was sure that inanna had knocked something lose in your head. at least your deer companion was cute. you were enamored with muriel immediately, almost sensing his gentle giant heart. and his grumpy pouts were far too cute to pass up on. so you decided immediately that you'd make it your life mission to bother him at his little hut as much as possible.

≿━━━━༺❀ portia ❀༻━━━━≾

✿ you were a travelling magician at the time, having only recently started your journey with your newly minted familiar, a ferret named leda. though really, you were just an apprenticing magician at the time. [☘]

✿ you were both so young, portia only a little over a decade and you in your early teens. julian had just left nevivon, and portia was still waiting for the day to go after him.

✿ you'd just arrived in nevivon, having heard about their salts and being interested in their possible magical properties. you were looking for someone to show you around when a bushy-haired little girl stepped onto your bath and offered to show you around. you of course took her offer, she was too cute to resist.

✿ portia showed you all around town, and eventually lead you to a place where you could purchase their famed salts. after a few tests, you got them to spark with magic, and it was over for you. portia spent the rest of your visit following you around in hopes of more magic.

✿ you were the most incredible thing portia had ever seen. your grand stories and magic tricks, oh she could just spend all her time listening to them! she was so sad to see you go when you had to leave to continue your journey. you thought portia was just the cutest thing ever, with her wild hair, boundless excitement and little button-nose. and so eager to see more of your magic! you'd never had someone so excited about something that felt so natural to you. you loved that feeling.

≿━━━━༺❀ lucio ❀༻━━━━≾

✿ when you truly first met lucio, you were incomprehensible and unknowning, but that's a memory lucio couldn't have and you lost. so, at the time of your actual first meeting you were a magician masquerading as a doctor.

✿ it was the start of the plague in vesuvia, you were in your mid-twenties and you had just started working at the palace to find a cure for the plague, one of the first to be called upon.

✿ you stepped into the count's bedroom, a few magical books with you and your familiar, a sphynx cat named primavera, hanging off your back. lucio spots you from his pet and calls you a servant, ordering you to bring him some water. he gets a surprise when you start laughing, and conjure a pitcher of magic for him.

✿ you spent most of lucio's early illness with him, taking care of him and trying to find ways to stop the plague from advancing. up until your eventual death you spent most of your waking-time by his side, looking after him and entertaining him.

✿ lucio was at first certain you were a hallucination made up by his illness, no way someone could be so perfect and beautiful. the moment your pissed off face broke into a melodious laughter he fell in love just a little bit. your soul knew he was it, this was it, but you yourself thought of him as a spoiled little brat. but primavera liked him immensely, so you decided that he was fine, and it didn't take that long for you to worm your way under his facade.

[forestfawn888]

Asra Alnazar, The Arcana

The wandering magician with a wealth of secrets.

Download the skin | Nadia | Portia | Julian | Muriel | Lucio

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[teeth-farie]

Have Your Cake

Asra/GN Reader

☞. . . Happy birthday asra!!! Late in the day for me but I whipped something up >:3 sorry I cockblocked you guys before it got good BUT enjoy some asra and his food kink. 0.7k

There are certain earthly delights that make life even more delectable for Asra. He enjoys catnaps under the gentle rays of afternoon sun, he enjoys lazing around in bed with his dearest, he enjoys the smell of freshly crushed spices at Salasi’s booth, he enjoys the confectionery sweetness of your baking; but above all, he enjoys you.

When his birthday rolls around once again, you’ve made it one full of his delights, lavishing him with love and gifts fit for the darlingly mischievous magician himself. You roll with him in bed, exchanging lazy kisses and sleepy-eyed longing. You put on that apron he loves when you make him breakfast, entertaining his wandering hands; both for you and for the food. You lay with him on the plush grass of his backyard garden, soaking up the sun and how he gazes at you with such adoration in his crystalline eyes. You feast on ripe peaches from the overhanging tree, the fruits hidden behind thick leaves. You don’t miss how Asra watches you bite, the juice running down your chin.

His curiosity peaks further when you take a bowl with you into the bedroom. It’s a good sized bowl, freckled with fading paint of an old design, the handle of a spoon sticking from the top. What’s that for? He asked, eyes flitting and following as you recline back against the bed, setting the bowl on the small nightstand table. You’ll see. You say, a spark of mischief in your eyes.

Asra finds himself more preoccupied with how your hands feel on his warm skin now, the bowl and its sweet aroma pushed to the back of his mind with every wet kiss. Your tongue dances against his, spit exchanged, the taste of dinner still on your tongue. He groans against your lips when your fingers tickle down his stomach, pushing his unbuttoned shirt aside. “Don't tease…” He whimpers, his stomach flexing under your palm. His heart thumps in his chest, up to his throat in divine arousal. “I won't.” You whisper to him, sucking at the hollow of his throat, grabbing him firm, little zaps of enticing magic against his hips. Asra jumps and laughs, melting into you further.

“Your special surprise,” you begin, pulling away to admire the spit sheen mark on his jugular. You reach out behind you, grabbing at the bowl. His eyes widen when he peers inside. “Frosting?” He guffaws, but there’s a little grin on his face. You grin wider, twirling the spoon in the warmed, homemade icing. It drizzles back into the bowl when you raise it and Asra licks his lips.

You take the spoon and drizzle the white icing over your naked chest. It pours down the grooves of your skin, between the curves and hills. Asra makes an audible sound, fingers digging into his thighs. He’s waiting even if he doesn't want to. You beckon him with a sultry curl of your finger and he’s bending to your whim.

Asra crawls forward, his long fingers gripping into your sides as his head lowers and oh, that is good. His tongue draws a line up the middle of your chest, gathering the sweet reward on his tongue. “So good,” he whimpers, muffled as he licks and sucks.

Your fingers comb through his fluffy hair, tightening into a grip when his tongue meets your nipple. “More,” he moans as your hand slides between his legs. You can’t tell if he wants more of the frosting or more petting, so you give him both. Your fingers rub at his clothed mound, drawing firm circles over where his clit tents in his underwear—and with your other hand and a bit of finesse, you pour more icing.

It lands on your stomach this time, cascading down to the hem of your own underwear. Asra leaves no room for hesitation, ducking his head and following the path. “Happy birthday, Asra.” You croon, legs spreading to make room for his lowering body. He moans softly against the soft skin of your stomach, kissing just above the hem of your underwear.

“Can I? Pretty please?” He pleads, his fingertips daringly dipping under the band. He bats his white lashes at you, a plump lip caught between his teeth.

“You don’t want me to go down on you instead? It’s your special day, I want to treat you nicely.”

“I want this, please.”

And with the way he looks up at you, all blown pupils and saccharine croons, how can you deny him?

“Go on then.”

Asra all but tugs the garment down your hips and legs, burying his face between your thighs, the taste of icing on his tongue, sweeting the salty slick of your skin.

“You can have your cake and eat it too.”

[ghoulfriendfangs]

Little Rabbit

This quick drabble was requested by @r3ns0m, I hope you enjoy it!

During the Masquerade, you and Asra run into the maze for a quick break together.

{WC: ~350} {Asra x reader, masquerade, implied spicy but no explicit scenes, softness}

  “In here?” You asked in confusion, nearly breathless as Asra led you through the beautiful hedge maze, his white puffy hair reminded you of a rabbit as he ducked between fresh green buds and technicolor flowers, through turns that were not intended and entryways that did not exist, until you both found yourselves in a tiny little hiding spot within a thick hedge wall, just barely big enough to hide two bodies from the guests walking on both sides. “Aren’t you worried about being seen?”

  Just as you ask that, a dome of magic encloses the two of you and shimmers with green sparkles, and suddenly the leaves double to twice as many.

  “Nope,” Asra cheekily answers, “as long as we stay quiet.”

  “You mean…” you crawl further atop him, delighting in the way his eyes sparkle beneath his fox mask. Just as mischievous as the real thing, he is. “So long as you can stay quiet, Asra?”

  “I have no clue what you’re talking about,” said the same magician who always exaggerated his moans back at the shop, especially if he thought someone might hear.

  You put your soft gloved hands over his, the grass lush and soft and serving as a wonderful blanket underneath him. The music from the courtyard just barely audible under the steady rhythm of those wandering the maze. He felt like he could purr.

  “I love you,” he sighed, “this is all like a dream.”

  “Like the best of dreams,” you couldn’t agree more. The sight of him laying in the dew sparkling grass like a portrait, his dress slipping off his shoulders and his blush and visable under the mask, the leaves painting patterns of shadow across your love.

  You lift the hem of his dress, and suddenly his face softens… going from mischievous and flirtatious to a delicate, doe eyed blush. The fox giving away to a soft, needy rabbit. The same way he does every time you undress him, no matter how many countless times.

  “Why?” You ask, tracing a finger between his legs.

  “…because you always do it when looking into my eyes… I like that.”

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

Hello, sorry to bother you. I got some requests if you're comfortable with it of course. It's never mention that MC have a familiar. But imagine this :

MC go to a trip without M6 and when MC come back, they suddenly bring a deer and that deer is actually MC familiar!

How would the M6 react?

The Arcana HCs: When MC shows up with a familiar

~ I've had multiple requests to write for MC with different kinds of familiars, but considering how the type of familiar reflects their master's personality, it's easier to keep it vague. Here's the closest I can get anon, hope you enjoy! - brainrot ~

Julian

Doesn't know what the new animal is until you tell him what the new animal is

Consequently very anxious around the new animal

This is your familiar. From what he knows of magic, familiars are a big deal

Also, the last time he interacted with a magician's familiar, she squeezed him because she thought scaring him was fun

He expects it to judge him as unworthy of you and doesn't want it to hate him

Is completely caught off guard when it reflects your own affectionate feelings for him instead

When he puts two and two together he melts and pledges his protection and doctorly services to it

He still doesn't get that Malak is technically his familiar so he's very confused and slightly intimidated about why they seem to get along so well

Asra

Needs no introduction, it's got you written all over it and is now their second favorite animal after Faust

A very, very close second favorite, according to him they're basically siblings

It's canon that they knit clothes for Faust, now they make matching accessories for your familiar

Teases you about how affectionate it is with him, like Faust doesn't already love you about as much as she loves Asra

Faust is a terrible, terrible influence and he enables it

She can and will find a way to teach it how to hold a knife and takes it on "training" excursions to get familiar with Vesuvia's shortcuts and terrorize a certain doctor

Scolding them does not work, you'll have to put them in time out in separate rooms

Asra sneaks messages back and forth if they can't get you to relent

Nadia

Completely focused on the logistics of making it feel as welcome and cared for as possible

Makes whatever changes it could need so your chambers are an ideal habitat for it to come and go and relax

Ensures access to dietary needs

If the familiar is amenable to the idea, finding a loose collar or ornament that marks it with her seal so it can wander around the palace grounds without interference

Doesn't really consider the possibility of bonding with it until she sees how well it gets along with Chandra

And apparently how friendly it seems to be with her? She's never spoken to it, why would it act so loving - oh. Oh

Goes out of her way to praise and bond with your familiar at least once a day. They're very good friends now

Muriel

Doesn't need to be told who the animal is

Immediately lights up because he's genuinely happy that you've found a companion to go through life with. Inanna pulled him through a lot and he hopes that it will do the same for you

Also because he likes animals, all animals, and this is a new one to study and nurture

Speaks to it like it's a person that he likes

Makes all kinds of thoughtful accommodations for it without ever saying a word or letting on that that's what he's doing

Inanna adopts it

You'll see her full mother wolf instincts come out, this is a creature very new to being a familiar and it doesn't necessarily know all of its responsibilities yet

Don't worry, she'll teach it for you. They go on patrol together and she's very protective

Portia

Oh, cute animal

She's sorry that's your what? That's so cool!!!

Squeals

Tell her all the details. How did you meet? What was the first thing you thought when you saw it? What type of animal is it exactly? Did you know right away, like love at first sight? Describe it for her

Treats it like she does Pepi, it's a pet with extra magic that's mysteriously connected to you and therefore very cute

Over the moon when it acts friendly with her. Holds her breath because she's worried her squealing will scare it off

Makes treats for it like she does for Pepi

If Pepi wasn't already such a beloved cat, she would be jealous

Pepi does go through a phase of bringing her hunting trophies to your familiar instead of Portia as tokens of friendship

Lucio

Does not know what it is until you tell him 2.0

Accepts it into the mini family with no hesitation. He's always had an enthusiastic (though at some points misguided) approach to collecting and caring for animals

It's part of the menagerie now

Very, very proud when it's friendly with him

As limited as his own magical abilities are, he's fascinated by yours and is curious about all the ways a familiar does or doesn't assist you in that

Mercedes and Melchior are extremely enthusiastic in their welcome, to the point that you fear your new familiar might get bitten

Somehow that doesn't happen and they all get along splendidly, if not chaotically

Bonus points if it's white

[platonic-qpr-selfshipping]

When teasing goes a bit too far [pt.2]

Characters: Asra (he/they, The Arcana), Vassago (they/them, @lost-in-azalea-forest's S/I)

Mentioned: N (they/them, S/I), Nadia (she/her, The Arcana)

Selfships: Asra and Vassago (platonic), Asra and N (queerplatonic), Nadia and Vassago (romantic)

Words: 1k

Summary: Asra may need a little bit of advice, and there's no better person to trust with this than their best friend.

Notes: I love Vas' selfships and Im gonna make it everyone's problem XD

pt.1 | pt.2 | pt.3 | pt.4 | Letter 1 | Letter 2 | Epilogue

Maybe talking about it with a close friend would help.

Or maybe not, as that also meant talking with N's sibling and, for some reason, that thought was winning over his will to bring up the topic. Tea parties with Vassago were long either way, so he was sure their little worry could stay unnoticed even if they procrastinated mentioning it, saying out loud the question that had been wandering in their mind. 

It wasn't like him to worry that much about someone else's opinion on a matter of his. But they were talking about Vas, his dear friend and whom N had chosen as family. If he really wanted someone's advice on the topic, there was no other person they could trust more than them. At that point, the idea of the plan possibly going wrong wasn't even an option.

"By the way, how are things with Nadia?" he genuinely asked, partly to prepare the atmosphere for what he was about to mention.

"Huh?" They looked at him over the tea cup. "Great, I think. We are actually planning to go on a trip soon, just the two of us. It sounds a bit like a challenge in terms of security because of her being the Countess and all, but..."

"Oh, so a romantic trip, huh?" Asra teased, pinching Vas' arm. "You know, you can count on me if you two need to suddenly disappear from the castle or something like that."

"Right, what would I do without my fellow magician friend?"

"Exactly, someone needs to cover Nadia up while she gets all lovey-dovey with you, and I'm obviously perfect for the job."

"Thank you, thank you," they said as they brought the tea cup to their mouth again in an attempt to hide their light blush. "We haven't even decided where to go yet, but I appreciate that you're willing to help. And, talking about trips, do you have a place in mind for your next one?"

"Well, I... I also haven't decided yet. To be honest, there's been something else in my mind these days."

"Uhm? Do you feel like sharing it?" Vas asked before taking a sip of tea.

"Yes, I actually wanted to ask you about it. So, uhm," he swallowed saliva, somehow still hesitant to what he was about to say. "What would you think if N and I got married?"

Vassago choked on their tea. After some awkward coughs and Asra offering them a napkin, their eyes went to their friend. Seeing their surprise, Asra couldn't help but look away for a moment as drops of embarrassment started to rain on his heart.

"Sorry, it just surprised me," they clarified, putting the napkin away. "Are you serious about this? Do they know?"

"It's... complicated?" He let out a nervous chuckle. "We just kind of teased each other about it, so I'm not sure about how much of it was serious for them."

"And you're still thinking about it?"

"...Yeah. I just— I got this feeling inside every time they called me their spouse, and I can't take it out of my head," Asra sighed. "I really can't."

"Man, you're whipped."

"Shut up," they laughed as he reached for Vas' arm to pinch it again, although now leaving his hand there to softly hold them. "I am... really lost on how to proceed. I don't wanna end up making N uncomfortable in any way."

"And you came to me for advice? Asra, I like listening to you, but do I look like I've gotten married before?"

"Come on, haven't you thought about it with Nadia? I bet you have more ideas than I do."

Vassago went silent, taking a moment to think about it as their cheeks got redder. As soon as they saw Asra giving them a confident smile, they rushed to stop their train of thought and put the conversation back on track.

"Don't try to confuse me, you magic man," they joked, although trying to maintain a serious expression. "We are talking about you here."

"Right, right, whatever dear Vassago says."

"Exactly, and you better confess now what your plans are, I have a sibling to protect here. So?"

"I have no idea."

He let his body fall in a tired and slow manner, resting his weight against Vas' side. They did not intend to hide anything: Asra's mind simply couldn't imagine the proposal, yet they could perfectly picture the future N and him would share afterwards. It was a bit embarrassing, but it was the truth.

"Can't I just, like... wake up one day with N being my spouse already?"

Vassago chuckled at his question, and Asra just closed their eyes as they relaxed by his friend's side.

"I'm no expert, but I don't think it works like that. What makes you think they won't be the one to propose, though?"

"They may have, hm, asked me where their ring was." Asra hid behind one of his hands as they heard Vas gasp.

"And you are still unsure about it?"

"Listen, they could have just been teasing, you know them. I don't think I can read them when it comes to this, or perhaps I'm just too impatient to just wait without knowing if it'll ever really happen," they groaned, confused. "I really don't know, Vas."

"Hmm, it does sound complicated."

"I hope it isn't as hard for you when you plan how to propose to Nadia."

Vas hit them on his chest. Jokingly, of course, getting a smile out of the two friends.

"I can see you worrying over getting her ring size right."

"Asra, focus."

"Alright, alright" he repeated in a whining tone. "Got any advice for me, my wise Vassago?"

"Talk about it with N."

"Huh?"

"Just as I said. If their thoughts and feelings on the matter are worrying you so much, maybe you should try to talk it out," they explained, looking at him. "I know N will appreciate the communication."

"Seriously bringing this up will be a challenge..."

"Come on, you mentioned you have already been called their spouse. Talking about all of that again shouldn't be thaaat hard."

"Make Nadia call you her husband and see if you dare repeat that to my face then," Asra challenged them, provoking a short silence with his seemingly bold idea. "But I guess you're right, yeah. I despise the idea of hurting N too much to not ask them."

"Well said." Vassago gave them some back pats that ended in a side hug. "You can do this, Asra."

[claudia-nomusaabara]

Apprenticember Day 2

Part 1

Claudia's LIs

1. Asra and Muriel, aka the Trisal. (Name credit goes to @salty-lavender)

Claudia's relationship with both of her lovers started young! She met Asra behind her aunt's shop where he was selling masks, with Siphephelo's permission. Claudia's English (Vesuvian) wasn't great and Asra could barely understand Matabele but they were able to introduce themselves despite the language barrier.

Claudia would be around for a year in Vesuvia to train under her aunt then back in Matabele by the end of the year. In that time frame they became close and fell in love.

Asra was her first everything and those feelings miraculously carried over after her untimely demise.

Her relationship with Muriel started rocky though. They first met when Asra took her with them to check on Muriel in the colosseum and bring him food that wasn't gruel. Muriel, covered in fresh blood and a fresh deep wound on his face, took one look at Claudia and aggressively told both of them to leave.

They don't see each other again until Muriel escapes to Siphephelo's place where his chains and manacles are removed. Not without Claudia trying to remove them herself.

In the context of Muriel's route, the canon route in general, Muriel is cordial (somewhat) with Claudia but doesn't believe it's the same Claudia before she died. They slowly fall in love over time and Asra comes into the fold as well.

2. Portia Devorak, the Handmaiden's Magician.

Their romance has an unconventional start. They first met at the Rowdy Raven with Erden (@mxgicthot 's OC) when Claudia was wandering around Vesuvia after work. After some drinks and getting to know both of them, she heads back to Erden's place with them to continue the night and they end up having a one-night stand threesome.

Even from that one night there were a lot of sparks between them.

This occurred at least two weeks before the Arcana plot begins and Claudia becomes a major piece to the puzzle.

They meet again at the market and after some stunned expressions, they get more relaxed around each other. By the middle of the route they become lovers and are engaged by the time the story ends.

[made-me-deep-blue]

apprentice introduction...

hello everyone! december is drawing to a close, but i would like to introduce to you all my apprentice with the help of apprenticember prompts by @ghoulfriendfangs :)

i present to you:

Khailan

An apprentice magician with the spirit of a wanderer, with eyes that entice and hold insatiable curiosity.

Pronouns: they/them

Familiar: Fuyuhi the Japanese Jackal

Birthday: 22nd December 

Height: 5′10′’

Favourite colour: Indigo Blue

Favourite season: Winter

Fashion sense: Parisian style, minimalist, Modern & Traditional Japanese Style

Romantic partner: Nadia Satrinava

As Khailan was originally from a royal family, despite the severe amnesia they suffered post-ressurection, others who have came across Khailan comment that there was quiet dignity about them. It was as if Khailan’s body remembers being a royal but not their mind and consciousness.

Khailan is moderately silent listener rather than someone who initiates a conversation. They will be your listening ear if you need them to be. You would catch them dissociating or getting lost in their thoughts often, where they would be quick to apologise with a sheepish smile and a light shake of their head. 

Despite the weird looks people would give them (prior to the start of the game), Khailan still treats everyone with the same respect and kindness as they would to any other, but they are still capable of sharp anger if provoked. Before they learned to control their magic during rehab, there were instances where Asra would find certain Vesuvians partially frozen in ice, with fright stricken on their pale faces, calling for help.

Khailan likes: Drawing and painting (their mother is a patron of the arts and is an artist herself), brewing tea, stargazing, reading, journaling, writing poems, cooking, playing around with magic to innovate, flower fields (they remind them of their mother), free diving, surfing, water

Khailan dislikes: Loud noises (their senses are easily overstimulated), people arguing, hurting others unintentionally, when tensions aren’t resolved between them and another party, when their loved ones are taken away from them, when their loved ones are hurt because of them, when someone speaks ill of who they love and care for, when they don’t achieve what they had set out for, feeling helpless

(I’ll explain more on their backstory soon~)