#arcana headcanons

[biblicallyaccuratefangirl]

✤ Asra headcanons: walking in on you changing ✤ (revised)

Absolutely mortified. Yk the horrified blushing face he makes. That's the one

Leaves IMMEDIATELY, might slam the door on accident

After some silence he'll quietly knock on the door and apologize from outside

"I'm so sorry (y/n), I didn't at all mean to invade your privacy... Are— are you alright?"

He's terrified he's lost some of the trust you have in him or that you'll feel less comfortable around him now. To him, the best thing he can be is a safe space for you

Assuming you give him some sort of reassurance from the other side of the door, he'll feel sufficiently excused

If there's one thing Asra can't cope with it's awkward situations. He'll try hard to distance himself from the guilt and discomfort

In fact, he'll leave the shop entirely: grab the basic necessities like his bag, and find a way to busy himself

He'll return a while later, an hour or two, and come inside quietly. Without making himself known, he'll leave a small bouquet of wildflowers bound together at the foot of your door

When you find it and come out to greet him, he'll be eager to see you but treads lightly while he tries to gauge your reaction

Reassured to see you relaxed, he murmurs one more apology, holding your hands in his

"I am sorry, my love." He presses a kiss to the back of your hand. "What sorry fate awaits me for my transgressions?"

He's happy to be at your disposal, should you play along. Either way, he spends the rest of the evening pampering you <3

[iridescent-solstice]

I might not know much about Julian but ngl he seems like the person who’s so used to treating others that his heart would burst from happiness if his partner ever had to tend to his wounds. Wdym you want to take care of him?!? Someone like him doesn’t deserve your touch . . . You’d have to coax him into it and when that doesn’t work, scolding sure will! It could be something as small as a paper cut, but just seeing you narrow your eyes in concentration as you apply the disinfectant would make him speechless with heart in his eyes. He is such a soft boy 😭

[bakuliwrites]

MC Falling Asleep on M6's Lap (Baewatch)

It's been a hot minute since I posted anything and, unfortunately, I don't have the brain power to do any new content. But I figured I would post a headcanon from my old blog. Someone had requested this a long time ago and I loved writing it. The idea was so cute! I love the Baewatch tale and the bonfire scene at the end is so fun. So, here you go! Also, updated my banners just to try out something new :)

Asra is more than prepared for you to fall asleep on his lap. In fact, he can sense your exhaustion before even you can. He gives you a knowing smirk at your first yawn, leans back where he’s seated in the sand, and offers up his lap for you to lay your head in.

“I’m not sleepy,” you insist, crossing your arms indignantly. But his lap looks pretty inviting. Within minutes, you’re conked out, head cradled by Asra’s legs. He tenderly runs his fingers through your hair, smiling softly down at your slumbering form.

When it’s time to leave, he gently rouses you from your sleep. “MC,” he whispers, carefully shifting you in his lap, “It’s time to go.” Groggily, you rise. Hand in hand, you and Asra walk the length of the beach, back to your room, where you get some much needed rest, snuggled up in his arms <3

You’re already resting your head on Nadia’s lap when you feel the first twinge of exhaustion. Your eyes start to droop, though you try desperately to keep them open. You want to watch Julian’s magical fire display, but you’re just so tired.

Nadia discovers you’re asleep when she looks down to see if you’re enjoying yourself. She smiles to herself, moving a strand of your hair aside that’s fallen in front of your eyes. She thinks you look positively adorable. So adorable, in fact, she feels suddenly compelled to pinch your cheeks (but refrains, not wanting to rudely awaken you).

When it’s time to go, Nadia lays a soft kiss on your forehead and whispers your name. She guides you back to your room, holding you close and keeping you warm in the chilly night air. She makes sure you have everything you need before snuggling up beside you in bed<3

You’re dazzled by the multicolored lights flashing before your eyes, changing with each powder Julian tosses into the fire. There’s so much joy floating around the campfire, you find yourself feeling utterly relaxed. So relaxed, in fact, that you lay your head down in Julian’s lap and pass out.

Julian’s too busy showing off his magical powders to notice you’ve fallen asleep, at first. But when he finally does take notice, he makes sure to quiet down. He rubs small circles on your back, gazing thoughtfully down at your peaceful face. He’s glad to see you so restful.

When it’s time to go, he doesn’t bother to try waking you. Instead, he carefully lifts you into his arms and carries you back to your room. He’s so very gentle when he tucks you in, stealthily sliding into bed beside you and cuddling you close <3

Portia practically pulls you into her lap when she notices you yawning. With a wink, she promises she’ll wake you up if anything crazy exciting happens. You smile up at her before falling asleep to the comforting sensation of her combing her fingers through your hair.

You’re knocked out for the remainder of the bonfire. Portia makes mental notes of all the things you’re missing, ready to regale you with all of the nonsense that occurred while you slept. She marvels over the fact that you could sleep through Lucio’s racket (though she did see your face twist in what could’ve been annoyance when he was being particularly loud). She was quick to quiet him down, shooting him a dirty look.

When it’s time to leave, Portia leans in to whisper in your ear, “Come on, cuddle bug. It’s time to go.” She giggles as your eyes flutter open and you flash a quizzical look her way. She’s never called you “cuddle bug” before and you’re not sure how you feel about it. You can’t help but laugh a little as she guides you back to the room, ready to settle in for the night with you <3

Muriel has been silent, as usual, the whole of the night. But you’ve caught him smiling a few times. He seems a bit mesmerized by the changing colors of the fire. Seeing him relaxed makes you feel even more relaxed than you already were. You lay your head down in Muriel’s lap, which startles him at first, and decide to close your eyes for a minute.

Well, a minute becomes a while. You’re lulled to sleep by Muriel’s warmth, the crackle of the fire, and the gentle rush of the waves. Muriel is rigid when he discovers you’ve fallen asleep on him. He doesn’t move a muscle the entire rest of the night, terrified to wake you up. In fact, he barely breathes in fear of rousing you (something you’ll laugh about later).

When it’s time to go, he awkwardly lifts you from the ground, cradling you gently in his arms. You wake up on the walk back to your room, but he keeps you snuggled up in his embrace. When you reach home, you fall asleep again, wrapped up in his arms <3

In the brief moment that night when Lucio is actually sitting still, you manage to lay your head in his lap. “Don’t you go falling asleep on me, MC!” he teases, catching you yawning, “The night is young, yet!” You roll your eyes at him, settling further in. Secretly, he’s happy you’re cuddling up with him.

Despite Lucio’s hullabaloo, you manage to fall asleep. When he looks down to ask if you want anything else to eat or drink, he notices you’re passed out in his lap. A lot of things go through his mind, all at once. He has half a mind to draw a moustache on you, smiling devilishly at the thought. But he’s also just really delighted that you’re relaxed enough with him to fall asleep.

He lets you rest (though he’s not very good at keeping quiet for you and, in his excitement over the bonfire, he definitely bonks you in the head a couple times with his knee which is followed up by profuse apologies, smooches, and hushes for you to go back to sleep). When it’s time to go, he shakes you awake (a bit unceremoniously), but makes up for it when you return to your room by tucking you into bed and cuddling up beside you <3

[mjart12699]

I like to post my drawings individually after I do an art dump on here, so here’s the first picture I posted in my last lineup!

The blue drawing in the upper corner is something I abandoned

All three drawings with the girl are of MJ, the top right corner being of her at the time of the game. The one with the short hair is of her in her teens, around the time we see her again in the au. The bottom left is anatomy practice, and the bottom right is some clothing ideas I had for MJ and Muriel in the Adopted!Au

[slashwhores]

Someone actually needs to make a video essay on Arcana because the amount of discourse over the past few year is genuinely insane.

[arcanarubinaito]

Headcanon Post (2)

"Cooking Skills + Cooking Class"

With a lot of time on his hands and the bounty of the forest at his doorstep, it shouldn't be any surprise to anyone that Muriel knows his way around a skillet. He's not a five star Michielin chef, and he prefers simple meals over complex ones, but he's not a bad cook by any means.

Really, he prefers to make food that can last him a while. When he gets his hands on some good meat, whether through hunting or Inanna bringing him something, he'll set aside parts of it to dry out into jerky and use the rest in a stew.

Toss in some mushrooms, wild onion, and other forageable ingredients and you have something hearty that doesn't let anything to waste.

And of course, eggs. His neighbors are kind enough to let him use their eggs for breakfast in exchange for some extra feed, or corn if he can afford it.

He doesn't have the energy to cook often though. So it's not until you've moved in with him that you find this out about him; and it's a very pleasant surprise. Muriel starts to cook a little more often until it becomes a weekly occurrence; you even begin going out with him every Sunday morning to forage, and if you have the stomach for it he's willing to teach you how to hunt.

... of course, as nice at it is, stew and jerky can get a little old sometimes. You both begin fishing, trying out different ways to cook the ingredients you hunt and forage for.

One evening, you try your hand at making some bread. Muriel is there with you, helping you knead the dough. The consistency seems off but you don't think much of it until you put it in the little oven he built for you both... and it doesn't exactly turn out well. (Still, it was a wonderful way to spend time together.)

You end up asking Portia for some advice; she insists on coming back to the hut with you with some supplies to teach you both yourself.

It ends up working out well. There's a small mishap with the flour; all three of you are COVERED in it, and for the first time you hear Muriel break out into loud, deep-bellied laughter.

The bread you end up baking isn't perfect, but it's edible and tastes fine. Like the first attempt, it's more about the time you spent together. (And honestly, he and Portia are starting to become friends. An extrovert adopting an introvert sort of situation?)

[glamourgirl777]

Valdemars reaction to their significant other getting possessed by another/lesser demon?? 👀

(Sorry I've been so inactive there is so much shit going on atm 💀)

Feel free to request any other hcs!!

Valdemar's reaction to their s/o being possessed by a lesser demon.

I feel like valdemar would notice it VERY quickly

They are so observant that they would instantly know something is off.

I think that their first course of action would be to slip in a few random questions into a conversation just to see if their theory is right.

When proven correct

They would sit said demon/you down and ask them to leave with their signature scary smile and wide eyes.

And if that didn't work

then you best believe that valdemar would've definitely already looked into exorcisms.

Being a demon themselves they'd enlist the help of a preist to do it for them if not scaring them into it.

With the demon possessing their s/o knowing that they know valdemar would either be very careful in excectuing the exorcism or they would just slam you on their vivisection table and get to work.

When the demon would've finally leaving their beloved they would definitely start placing cloaking spells onto their s/o whenever there out of their sights.

(Sorry this is so short lmao)

[pandemoniclucio]

MC: Why me? Nadia: In what context? MC: Just generally, why me?

[adyathemoongoddess]

It might make you upset but my voice headcanon for Julian is Azul the prince of Peacocks.

[fandomheadcannonswelovethem]

Asra loves quiet time. He loves laying with you while you read.

He also loves making tea for you. Your smile is his favorite part of the day.

Holding your hand and running his fingers over any scars you may have.

He will trace scars and kiss them, telling you he loves you. He wants to make sure you don’t feel broken.

Asra likes waking up in your arms while you play with his hair. Hearing your voice every morning,“‘Morning my love.”

He loves when you caress his face, and vise versa.

He’s not overly clingy but he has his days.

Sometimes when he can tell you’re having a bad day, he will hold onto you. He brings blankets and extra pillows. He will cradle your head into his shoulder, telling you a bunch of his stories from his travels. Luring you to sleep with his words.

He always wants you to be happy, never fearing sadness.

[the-arcana-headcanons]

Hi! If possible I would love a match up.

I'm a trans guy (stealth, if that matters), and bisexual. I'm really laid back, it's hard for me to get mad at people. I really enjoy hiking and anything nature related. Currently getting a Major in Forestry so I can work in National Parks as a Park Ranger. Other than that, I really enjoy painting, baking, and rock climbing!!!

Asra is perfect

For starters he needs somebody that can deal with his disappearing acts and not get pissed off at him. But on their adventures and travels where they could have a companion you'd be the perfect one. He would absolutely love exploring nature with you, identifying flowers and plants and animals and such, I think he would collect flowers and things for you to press and use in your paintings, or collect things that you could make your own paint with too. He would be very good at sitting still to be painted by you, and he would be your biggest fan. They would also love to bake with you, I imagine you guys having fresh baked sweets for breakfast many mornings

[iridescent-solstice]

Mermaid!Muriel who can't stop himself from coming to the surface everyday just to catch a glimpse of you! He's too anxious and shy to actually talk to you, so he darts underwater anytime you even glance in his general direction.

You're convinced he's a figment of your imagination. Until one day you stumble upon him sprawled out on shore. His breathing rapid and uneven, not to mention the concerningly large cut on his abdomen . . . How could you not stay around to take care of him?

[bakuliwrites]

MC Regaining Little Memories From Objects Associate w/ M6

Hi everyone! Here is another one of my headcanons from my old blog. I think this one was a request I had gotten and I really enjoyed writing this one. It was a lot of fun to try to think up some meaningful objects and scenarios. Over time, I've been trying to post some of my old headcanons on to this blog, but I do have a lot of them up on my AO3, if you are curious!

You and Asra are tidying up the shop one day when you stumble upon a broom closet in the back that you've never noticed. Curious, you attempt to turn the door handle and fortuitously discover that it is unlocked.

The room is tiny, only big enough for you and the other objects inside. There are a few random boxes of trinkets and old ingredients, but what really catches your attention is the dress in the far corner, worn by a slightly eerie, faceless mannequin.

The dress is floaty, billowing. Your fingers find the sleeves, the thin tulle delicate in your careful grasp. Even in the darkness of the closet, the dress seems to sparkle, the crystals bedazzling the neckline dancing jovially in the lamplight just outside. You've been so enamored with the dress, you hardly notice Asra's presence in the doorway behind you.

"You look beautiful, like a jellyfish floating in the gentle summer currents. Carefree and lovely," you whisper aloud. The words were familiar to you, but you couldn't quite place who had said them, or when. When you repeat them in your mind, it's Asra's voice that sounds them out. A flash of a grand party, a masquerade perhaps, dances across your vision. When you finally turn to greet Asra, you see he has tears in his eyes, reserved but joyful. He draws you into a warm embrace and something just clicks in your brain. Finally, you remember Asra and all he meant to you.

You're quietly reading one afternoon when Nadia enters the room and asks if she might play the organ for a bit. "If I'm bothering you, just say the word!" she offers, but you simply smile. You loved listening to her play, and you didn't get to hear it very often since she was usually busy.

Nadia's fingers begin skillfully dancing across the keys. She's merely warming up at first, which you still take delight in. Her talent shines through even in her simple practice exercises. The notes start to fade in the background as you settle back into your novel, finding yourself fully engrossed. Until you're suddenly drawn out of your concentration by the beginning of a song.

This song is different, though. Something about it is oddly familiar. Bittersweet, like a lost memory. The music swells, lilting and sprightly, before quieting into a melancholy hum. You suddenly find yourself overwhelmed with emotion, though you can't really place why. This music, it echoes through your mind like it once echoed through the halls of the palace, in a time you thought you'd long forgotten.

When Nadia finishes, she looks over to see you quickly wiping tears from your eyes. She opens her mouth to ask what's wrong, but you hush her with a smile. "It's been such a long time since you've played that for me," you whisper. Nadia beams knowingly, before setting off again to play for you like she used to all those years ago.

Back at Mazelinka's, you and Julian are rifling through stacks of his old papers, ones that you'd managed to pilfer from the palace. You've found nothing of any real use so far, but you have confidence that you might stumble across something.

While Julian is frantically scanning page after page, you find yourself growing still, fixating on just one of them. The edges are yellowed, frayed from water damage. But the handwriting is still legible (well, as legible as Julian's messy handwriting could possibly be). The script doesn't say anything important. It appears to just be a general note about the status of some test he was running, but it's what is written in the margins that catches your eye.

It's your handwriting, littered amongst tiny drawings of what you at first think are worms. But upon closer inspection, you see that you apparently had written, "Watch out! Getting bitten by a leech really sucks." You roll your eyes at how terrible that pun is, wondering what possessed you to write it in the first place, if that really was your handwriting. You grab some ink and a quill from your bag and start to scribble next to the writing. It's a dead ringer for your script.

You feel some happy tears sting your eyes, but when Julian asks you what's wrong, you break out into a wide smile. "You and your accursed leeches!" you exclaim, before bursting into laughter. He looks at you, a bit confused at first, before breaking down into giggles himself. Finally, he thinks, something you both remember.

You're enjoying a quiet afternoon at Portia's cottage, basking in the sunlight and sipping some tea. Portia is baking something delicious, her dress covered in flour. You offered to help, but she insists you relax. You've been hard at work these past few weeks and deserve a break.

While you're admiring a monarch butterfly that regally flits past the open window, you're hit by a sudden, strange feeling. A familiar scent wafts through the room, warm and sweet. You're practically salivating at the delightful smell. You look across the room to see Portia pulling out a light-golden cake from the oven. After she lets it cool, she brings it to the table and starts to slice into it.

Portia hands you a generous piece and offers to refresh your tea. As she's filling up your cup again, you dig into the freshly baked treat. As soon as it hits your tongue, you can taste the honey and the vanilla, comforting and cozy. It tastes like spring, like a bright memory.

You look up at Portia as she sets your tea down in front of you, your eyes full of wonder. "This is one of my favorites. How did you know?" you venture, but you already know the answer. She smiles cheekily at you. "Call it intuition," she winks. All you can do is smile, overjoyed that you reclaimed your memory of Portia's divine baking skills.

You enter Muriel's hut, soaking wet and seeking shelter from the sudden storm that raged outside. He quickly directs you to the warmth of his fireplace and gives you some dry clothes. They're much too big on you, but they'll do for now, while you wait for your own outfit to dry. Muriel exits the hut for a moment, just to bring the chickens into their shelter. As your eyes roam the room, they settle on an ornately carved mask sitting on the mantelpiece.

You rise, reaching up to grab the mask. It's beautiful, but something about it seems- familiar to you. Maybe it's pure coincidence that it resembles the animal you consider your familiar. Or maybe, there's a deeper meaning to it. It had clearly been carved with the utmost precision and care. Its colors were striking, but not gaudy. It was breathtaking.

As you turn it over in your hands, you notice some protection runes carved into the inside, just beneath the eye holes. It's like the sun suddenly broke through the storm clouds. Memories come flooding back to you. Masquerades, multiple masquerades. Asra is there, Muriel is- here, at the hut. Carving this mask, just for you.

Muriel returns, soaked now, as well. You whirl around to greet his hulking form, your brows furrowed with an emotion you can't quite place. He notices the mask in your hands and blushes a deep red, looking sheepishly away. You can't help but beam at this. "Thank you for holding onto this for me," you finally speak. He grunts a, "You're welcome," but you notice that he, too, is softly smiling.

You're sorting through a box of jewelry that Lucio's provided to you, attempting to find one that might go with your outfit. They're all his jewelry pieces, so most of them are a bit garish for your taste. But you need to select something if you're going to attend the masquerade with him that night. You pick past heavily bejeweled, oversized designer pieces, until your fingers clasp around a necklace that you could've sworn you've seen before.

The necklace is delicate, gold and studded with tiny diamonds and milky-white pearls. You hold it up against the lamplight and it glitters luminously. This is it. This is the necklace. Not only does it match your outfit's color scheme, but there's something about it that feels like it is fatefully yours.

"Are you almost ready?" Lucio whines, impatient and eager to get to the festivities. He freezes dead in his tracks when he sees what you're holding up. A blush creeps across his cheeks and he looks away, embarrassed. "Will you help me put this on?" you implore. After a moment, he hesitantly nods. He gently takes the necklace from you and unclasps it. Lucio takes his place behind you and you watch in the mirror as he draws it around your neck and fumbles with the clasp.

As he secures it to you, you're hit with a vision: someone coming up behind you at a masquerade, years ago. Deftly, they fasten the necklace around your neck. When you turn around to see who it could possibly be, you're greeted by an enigmatic figure, done up in golds and reds. Their impish smile and silver eyes are the only things visible behind their ostentatious mask. They bend down to place a kiss on the back of your hand before disappearing once again into the crowd. In the present moment, you whirl around to meet Lucio's eyes, eyes that are familiar from that masquerade so long ago.

[mjart12699]

M6 and Tattoos

Asra: I feel as though Asra would do really well getting tattoos. They don’t necessarily research the most painful spots before their appointment, but they do bring plenty of snacks and water as well as fidgets. They take regular breaks during their session not only for them self but also to give their artist a break. I think that Asra wouldn’t stick to a specific style if they got multiple tattoos, but they do like neotraditional or watercolor tattoos. Might not stick to just one tattoo artist, but if they go to a specific one regularly then they make payments in things besides money in true Asra fashion. Pain tolerance is relatively average, and he has stick and pokes from when he was younger with Muriel.

Nadia: probably one of the best people to get tattooed. She does her research beforehand, not just on the most painful places to get tattooed or the care that comes with it but also her artist. Definitely a great tipper, but her pain tolerance isn’t as good as she’d like it to be (she’s wonderful actually she’s just putting herself down) but she does do breathing exercises during her session in between chatting with her artist. Likes symmetrical designs, and I feel like she would have some tattoos similar to Mel Medarda (Netflix’s Arcane). However, I do think she would be more inclined to henna than tattoos.

Julian: oh man. A wonderful customer, very good pain tolerance, not only because he’s Julian but also because he’s ginger and because of the ginger gene his pain tolerance is much better than the average persons. Has a few stick and pokes from his younger years already and is no stranger to tattoo parlors or the artists working there. I think he’d be a patchwork kinda guy (for the aesthetic) but he’d also get a matching tattoo with Portia from something they both liked when they were younger (such as a book character or trinket or movie for modern au). Is the one to ask the tattoo artist if they need a break. Does the aftercare for doctor reasons and he paid good money for this! He needs to take care of it!

Lucio: now he loves the IDEA of a tattoo and the aesthetics of it, but he does not do well during a session. Shaking and crying silently or chattering through tears to his artist about everything and nothing because it keeps his mind occupied. Tips really well and does excellent with aftercare using only the best lotions, but does absentmindedly scratch if he’s not paying attention. While some of his tattoos are for the aesthetic some of them are also the result of getting really drunk. Likes almost all styles.

Portia: she does so well, again because of the ginger thing. Either chatters with her artist without a care in the world or is dead asleep, snoring and everything. Like Asra she remembers to pack water and snacks, as well as fidgets. Tips well and probably ends up friends with everyone in the parlor. At least one tattoo of Pepi, lots of floral tattoos. I think she’d like folk art tattoos.

Muriel: While he appreciates the time and dedication it takes to tattoo and be tattooed, I’m not sure he’d even think about it unless it’s after he’s learned about his culture and the meanings of certain tattoos, but he might have a stick and poke or two from his younger years with Asra, prior to being a gladiator. Relatively normal pain tolerance, but you wouldn’t know it from the fact that he doesn’t really react unless he’s getting a tattoo that has some highlights, and even then it’s just a twinge in his jaw. His main worry is if he’s even able to get tattooed over some of his scars, but his artist reassures him that depending on how long ago certain injuries happened it’s perfectly fine, they just have to take a little extra care. Familiar with the aftercare since some of it is similar to how he’d care for his scars if he did at any point. Likes floral and animal designs.

[courtmajulian]

Main 6 as DnD classes.

disclaimer: I've never played dnd lol.

Julian : Bard

Nadia : Monk

Asra : Wizard

Muriel : Druid

Lucio : Fighter

Portia : Ranger

[ask1nw4lker]

My personal singing headcanons for Julian

Noting that he talk sings + other inspos I got from other VCS, I compiled these three voices that I couldn't choose from </3

•Aurelio Voltaire

•The Correspondents

•Will Wood

My friend said Will Wood suited him the best but I’m still indecisive