#My Apprentice

[smilelikeanhyde]

Asra’s route, book VIII - Strenght

[iridescent-solstice]

"Asra . . ?" Her whisper catches his attention right away.

Exhaling with a low whistle, Asra gently lets the book that he had been preoccupied with fall to her back with a dull thud. His hazy lavender eyes, which glitter in the warm glow of the sunset, are now fixated on Estrella's sweet face that rests peacefully ontop of his chest. With his arms laid wrapped snuggly around her waist, he gives her an encouraging smile. Urging her to continue. She's hesitant. But his smile is enough to shoo away all her doubts.

Sighing, she leans forward and pulls herself closer to him. Not stopping until her head lays right under his chin. His hand immediately tangling itself in her messy hair. Gently scratching her scalp while hers falls to his bicep. If his self-control wasn't so strong, he'd almost sigh wishfully at the feeling of her freshly painted nails that would sometimes absentmindedly curl ever so slightly against his arm. A pleasant scratching sensation that almost makes his imagination go wild. Almost.

"You know . . . Actually, I might be overthinking this but . . . Have you noticed how everyone gawks at us whenever we go out together?" The hand petting her head freezes up. Rigid as if turned to stone. His smile falters immediately. Do they know what happened? His mind begins to jump at all sorts of conclusions. He's never stayed anywhere long enough to face a situation like this . . . He's conflicted. Subconsciously he pulls her closer than before if that's even possible. A million thoughts began to run through his head. At a speed he didn't even know was possible. Lips part to explain, to try and make an excuse, but he even craft a single coherent thought. Luckily, she beats him to it.

"Maybeee it's a sign that you're not the fashionista you think you are? Might wanna get a new wardrobe soon mister magician man." Her lips twist up as she looks up at him. Her teasing tone cut through all of his inner ramblings like a steel cold knife. He’s back here again. With her and her horrible jests that instantly put him at ease.

Her cheeky impish smile grows as she giggles at him rolling his eyes at her. "Me?" He raises his brow at her while she chuckles. "Yes you," she replies while poking his nose. He scrunches it up playfully with a slight grin before darting forward to nip at her index finger making her yelp and pull away her hand away. He grins as she narrows her eyes at his. Bright vermillion ones stare into his equally stubborn orchid coloured one. "So says the one that keeps stealing all my shirts," he teases, and she huffs. "So says the one who keeps swaddling me in his scarves and throwing his gigantic coat at me." He laughs again before pulling her closer. burying his head in the crook of her neck. "It's not gigantic, you're just tiny"

"Am not . . ." "Are too~" ". . . " " . . . infact i've never seen anyone as tiny as yo-" "Shut up Asra."

[ ᴅɪᴠɪᴅᴇʀꜱ ʙʏ: @chachachannah]

Proofread but some errors probably made their way in somehow oops . . .

[adelia-the-apprentice]

Just a happy guy and his half-fish wife

[anni1600]

I tried to revamp my OC Dahlia once again

Behold

[endupherefic]

I promise I'm still working on the next chapter. It's just gotten away from me (as I should've expected) and it's now taking longer for me to edit (because I keep adding things, whoops). But here is a sneak peek!

“Your past was rife with confusion, and the feeling that you were stuck,” Bakuli speaks, and her voice seems to take on an air of quiet confidence, “You were ready for change, for adventure, but in your youth, you were aimless. Good for you for breaking out of that and seeking more.” This last part she adds with a proud smile. She moves on to the next card.

“Ten of Wands, upright. The present,” she continues, “You have new responsibilities in life. You’ve come a long way from where you were, and now your hard work has paid off. But that doesn’t mean the hard work is finished. You may be prone to stress and feeling overworked, so make sure you take care of yourself.”

“Sounds about right,” Julian posits, making Bakuli laugh a little before she moves on to the final card. Julian finds himself tensing as her fingers grip the edge of the card and flip it over. She reveals a giant raven, bound in red rope. A shiver runs up Julian’s spine.

[bakuliwrites]

Chapter four of EUH: Reworked goes up this weekend :) For now, here's a little peek at Julian and Bakuli's late night conversations at the Raven

“You’re in luck! I love to write Prakran poetry,” Bakuli admits, fidgeting with a loose string on her shirt.

“You’ll have to share some with me,” Julian speaks, and they switch to chattering in Prakran for a while.

“You speak well,” the magician compliments after a while, and Julian can’t help but notice the soft blush dusting her cheeks. Maybe it’s the drinks or the late hour. Or maybe, just maybe-

Can’t go down that path, old boy, Julian scolds himself, taking a deep breath and another swig of his Bitters, That’ll lead to all sorts of trouble.

“What’s Nevivon like?” Bakuli eventually asks and settles in to listen to tales of Julian’s childhood. He finds himself baring it all: the shipwreck, the death of his parents, Lilinka and Mazelinka taking him and Pasha in. Bakuli listens intently, head resting on her hand as Julian weaves her the story of his upbringing; the joy he found in Nevivon; and the itch he had to travel the world. He says nothing about Lucio as he describes his time apprenticing for Nazali but doesn’t spare any detail when it comes to recounting all the other adventures he’s had.

[imjustfloatingaway]

i may have drawn my apprentice’s head WAY too big but at least i did an art

enjoy this wip with my oc’s hella thick arms :3

[a1apprenticesauce]

Still a WIP but my baby girl looks so good 🥹🥹🥹

[smilelikeanhyde]

I spent like three days drawing my apprentice in the Arcana style and still I’m not 100% sold, but I’ve given enough of my blood for this, so I’m gonna go back to my comfort sketchy style till I recover. Here is also Musa full body, as you can see shoes are not a thing in this house, and Musa beside Asra to compare heights (yes, they’re huggable size)

Ps: I’ve seen so many cool apprentices going around, I’d be happy to draw them or do art trade ;_; feel free to dm me

[iridescent-solstice]

He should accept the facts.     

That he, Asra, is a selfish and greedy man. That he’s self-absorbed and far too ambitious to be anything considered noble. But what good is being noble anyways? He questions to himself as he shoves aside the curtain which separates the shop from hi- No. Their living quarters. Their very very messy living space.   That’s what led him to this kind of situation in the first place. Being noble. That's what took Estrella away from him in the first place . . .  Isn't it? No. He corrects himself instantly. It’s him leaving her with no regard to her wellbeing that took her away from him . . . Even when she begged him to come back. Well, whatever the case it was there’s no use thinking of that right now, he reminds himself . . . Not when she’s finally lucid.

But even then, despite everything he’s done to get her back. Estrella's not who she used to be. Frail and afraid. She's constantly afraid now. He sighs running a hand through his hair. Frustrated at the current situation.  

At first, she never let him touch her. And if he tried? She’d shriek and wail for hours like she was stuck in a never-ending nightmare. One that no matter what he did, he couldn’t save her from . . . But those days are behind them now. He breathes a sigh of relief about that while cleaning up his makeshift bed. The sofa. One that's not built for a cuddle bug like him. it makes him miss his bed back at Nopal . . . His pillow hoarding habits have gotten worse with time cause of that. He laughs to himself about that. Trying to distract himself, but his mind quickly wanders back to Estrella. These current days aren’t any better. She's alive. But an empty husk of who she used to be.

And now she clings to him like he’s her lifeline. There’s not much he can do nor many places he can leave to. Not when she needs him. Never when she needs him.

She needs him? . . . Or does she just crave the comfort of finally being safe? Pausing, he questions his decision to bring her back. If he went back in time, with the knowledge he has now, would he bring her back? Taking a deep breath, he now begins to clean up the piles of pillows littering the corridor leading to her room. He’s not sure why he’s left these here. Just like how he’s not really sure of anything nowadays. 

[ ᴅɪᴠɪᴅᴇʀꜱ ʙʏ: @cafekitsune ]

Bleh this is pretty bad, I think my writing is getting dull nowadays. I should take a break to recoup.

[adelia-the-apprentice]

He needs sleep

(Two alternatives, one of them GOTTA WORK)

[iridescent-solstice]

Practicing magic here with Asra would be so much fun!

[energ00n]

Prime apprentice AU! (primeprentice? idk)

Basically the Thirteen are still alive and they take in apprentices to train for potential Primacy.

Prima Prime → Orion Pax

Megatronous Prime → D-16

[tooquirkytolose]

Dark Magicks

[a1apprenticesauce]

Had this WIP for a while and finally got some inspiration to draw again. Thinking of finishing it on ibis, tbh

[iridescent-solstice]

Reminds me of both the fields outside Versuvia and also the grass/plant (?) near the end of Asra's route that flings mc in the air haha . . . Okay maybe a little less green and a little more yellow BUT CLOSE ENOUGH