#artw vega

[helshollowhalls]

Arcana Twilight text posts pt.1

Part 1 | Part 2

[lilirot]

A commission of Asmodeus from Obey Me and Vega from Aracana Twilight. It was a commission but really it was more paid gift art to me lol.

[ithseem]

HEYY!! coming from your 300 follower event, congrats btw, can you write a drabble of Alpheratz or maybe Vega (for a bit of emotional flares), discovering a camera the summoner accidentally brought along with them to bound arlyn laying around somewhere, out of curiosity he scrolls through it's memory, discovering pictures they took back in Mid Eartheim, but after a few clicks later, he stumbles upon older pictures, memories of the summoner's life with their friends, family and etc. all the way back to when their first picture was taken

OMGOMGOMG I just finished replaying OMORI and this request pops in my ask box?? Perfection. Also, I know asked for a drabble but I wrote a whole-ass fic instead. I hope that's okay.

Frozen Memories

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Summary: Vega found your old camera and flips through the photos and goes through the bittersweet memories

Rating: General

Genre: Angst

Word count: 1,372

crossposted to ao3

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It was always one unexpected thing after another ever since you arrived in Bound Arlyn and those unexpected things usually led to chaos, much to Vega’s own, and your dismay. But today’s discovery was quite mundane. Eerily so. Vega had found a camera laying on the ground. His breath hitched as recognition struck—a pang in his chest, sharp and sudden. He recognized this camera all too well. This was a gift he and his friends pitched in to buy for you on your eighth birthday. He recalled your talent for capturing moments on his parents’ and his friends’ cameras, so he wanted to get a nice camera for you. They held yard sales and bake sales for at least seven months before they got the funds to buy that model. He swears he could still smell the cookies from all those years ago, the edible ones and the burnt ones alike. He could even feel the sticky batter and splatters of ink from the cookies and handmade signs and price tags. Seven months of whispered plans, clumsy mishaps, and dogged determination. All for this. His father had promised it was the best they could afford, and when the day finally came, he remembered the way your face lit up, brighter than the candles on your cake. “You’re really giving me this?” you had asked, your fingers trembling as you held the unwrapped camera box. The memory made his throat tighten. That smile of yours—the unguarded joy of a child with the whole world ahead—was etched in his mind like sunlight spilling through the cracks of a door. It was a moment he clung to, especially now, in this fractured place. But there as he stood, holding the camera with some of its metallic paint faded off the plastic and its slightly-frayed strap, a knot of unease formed in his chest. Why was this here? Why did you have it with you?

It all seemed surreal to him. He had been taken from you far too soon, and now here you were with no idea who he is. And the worst part is that look you gave him. You meant no harm. How could you? He knew that you were just existing, but he still couldn’t help but feel embittered.

Tales like these were supposed to end differently. The hero would reunite with their long-lost friend or lover, the weight of years apart relieved from their shoulders as they shared a tearful embrace. They would hold each other as though the very fabric of the world depended on it, refusing to let go lest the other vanish. But that was not the case for him. Was this all a cruel sick joke at his expense? All the smiles, all the laughter, all the silly conversations, all the promises under the stars… everything… It all seemed to have disintegrated, and for what? His hands trembled, a futile attempt to hold back the tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. He wanted to scream, to lash out at the unfairness of it all, but the walls of the empty hallway pressed in on him, suffocating and oppressive. A single glance around was enough to remind him where he was, so he took refuge in an empty classroom.

Vega took a few deep breaths before he turned on the camera. To his surprise, the batteries seemed to still have some charge in them. He flipped to the album to see the most recent picture taken eight years ago. It was one of your own family, and another group of people he’d assumed were your extended family. You were all smiling warmly for the lens. A pang of guilt hit him like a slap. What was he doing? He had no right to rifle through your memories like this, no right to invade something so personal. He hated himself for it, for letting his curiosity overpower his sense of decency. Yet, despite the self-reproach simmering in his chest, he couldn’t stop. He flipped through the album to the picture taken ten years ago. It was a photo of you, him, and your old friends, taken in the golden light of a summer afternoon at the park. You had asked a passerby to take your picture after several failed attempts at using the self timer. The image of your smiles, carefree and bright, felt like a punch to the gut. He stared at his younger self, arms thrown casually around you and your friends, as if nothing in the world could ever change. The warmth he felt in his chest at the image only lasted for a short moment, as bitterness soon took over. His jaw clenched and his brow furrowed. How could you not remember? These moments, immortalized in this tiny digital canvas, these fragments of a life you once lived, do they really mean nothing to you? As angry as he felt towards your ignorance, he can’t bring himself to hate you.

He wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, the sting of unshed tears blurring his vision as he continued flipping through the photos and videos. Each image felt like a relic of a time he could no longer touch, a whisper of a life that seemed almost foreign now. Most were candid shots of your friends caught mid-laughter, lost in their own little worlds. But among them, he couldn’t ignore how often he appeared. It wasn’t just one or two photos either. There were countless images of his smiles or gestures. His cheeks and ears burned at the sight, a small smile tugging at his lips. But at the same time, his heart still felt heavy. He can’t help but curse the fact that he had to find this camera now. Had he found this earlier, when times were simpler—when you still remembered him, he could allow himself to feel flattered, even joyful, at the revelation. Or better yet, he thought bitterly, had he never fallen into Bound Arlyn, he’d let himself feel happy that maybe, just maybe, you had been pining for him for a while as he had been pining for you. 

But no amount of magical thinking could rewrite the past. The reality of the situation was suffocating. Oppressive. The memories you’d once cherished enough to immortalize in these photos now meant nothing to you. The version of him you had loved—or at least cared for—was a stranger to you now, reduced to a nameless face in an album of forgotten moments. But a stubborn voice at the back of his head refused to let him believe that. What if the memories hadn’t disintegrated? What if they were buried deep into your subconscious waiting to be unearthed? He wanted to believe it. He needed to believe it. The alternative was too cruel, too final. But even that hope was tinged with bitterness, a fragile thing at war with the fear that nothing would ever bring those memories back.

His breath caught as he lingered on a photo of you and him, grinning like fools, arms slung around each other’s shoulders. One of your friends must have stolen your camera to capture this moment. But you never bothered to delete it. He couldn't tell if the ache in his chest was from the sweetness of the memory or the pain of its absence in your eyes now.

“Vega? What are you doing here?” A voice called out. He looked up to see a confused Alpheratz standing at the door before him. “And what’s that in your hand?”

“Ah-” was the only thing Vega could say.

Alpheratz looked at him up and down and simply said, “Never mind. Anyway, there’s a council meeting about to happen. You’re gonna be late.”

“Since when did you care about these things?”

“Since Spica started to REALLY get on my ass for skipping out. And by the way, you might want to wash up before going to the council room. Your face is all red and puffy”

“...Right.”

Vega put the camera in his pocket before deciding to return it to you later.

[gemlighter]

woe more gliese posting i will make a full ref eventually. but not today.

[aromantic-misguide-to-romance]

Arcana Twilight - Hair headcanon

Arcturus

his hair is basically soft fluff like a duckling’s coat

he would probably like to let it grow longer so he could look less boyish and more mature but it just… doesn’t work for his hair

not that the wouldn’t look good in long wavy hair, but that requires the hair to be stronger – his is just too delicate to look proper, without getting messy, dry, tearing out at even lightest pull and ends splitting hardcore

individual hairs are so thin and fragile it just wouldn’t work at all

styling is technically easy but even a bit of it might cause damage so better not try

he has pretty messy bed hair but that can be fixed very easily

in humid weather his hair is so miserable, it just can’t hold its own weight and just hangs around his face, barely holding the remains of the curl it normally has

but it’s just sooo soft, it feels like touching a warm cloud

Vega

his hair looks delicate but it’s actually pretty resilient

smooth and glossy – in sunlight it looks almost like if it’s shining on its own

and oh boy, just how it glows!

due to its pale silver, almost white colour, it’s reflective – so that shine is often tinted with the colours of the surroundings

could be styled with some effort, but convenience takes priority over looks – for him there isn’t any reason to try

he doesn’t care about appearances and all he expects from his hair is to look decent

his hair though is a bit more ambitious, it exceeds those expectations a lot

in general he’s blessed with very low maintenance hair – it just stays in shape without much hair care

...save for the bed hair. It’s disastrous and for this reason he washes his hair always in the morning – otherwise it’s just too difficult to subdue it

in humid weather the ends of his hair might curl slightly inwards, but it’s barely noticeable

also soft, but not cloud-like soft, it has nice substance to it

Pollux

his hair isn’t difficult to maintain and he probably could have worn it longer, but he just doesn’t want to

it would be pretty inconvenient and time-consuming to care for it and he’s not the most patient person in the world

his hair is quite rebellious already, no telling what kind of revolutions would it try if it was longer

quite soft for such a spirited mane, and smooth, so it’s very nice to the touch

definitely taken care of well, he keeps it in good shape

it takes some effort though – if he doesn’t have time for proper hair care, it gets dry and ends might start splitting

it does happen sometimes – but it’s easy to get it back in shape, fortunately

as long as it’s in a good shape, it doesn’t cause trouble in the morning, all he needs is just a comb and it’s good to go

humid weather does make the ends of his hair curl, but since it’s already quite messy, sticking out in all directions, it barely makes any difference

he’s very self-conscious about it though

Spica

for hair this long, it’s surprisingly flawless – to the point to be considered a superpower

hairdressers hate him, there is nothing for them to do, not even trim split ends because he’s just not getting split ends

this hair cannot be defeated by anything, no matter the calamities the world (or Sirius) might send Spica’s way

his hair certainly doesn’t feel this sturdy in the touch, quite the opposite actually, it’s rather soft

and smooth, because how else could it be

what is even bed hair, he has never ever experienced it

well, he does maintain his hair properly – he knows how to brush them, what comb to use for what, and what type of haircare products to use, he just doesn’t make a big deal out of it

what would be even the point of having long hair if he didn’t keep it presentable

that being said, it doesn’t mean he didn’t win the gene lottery – he did, actually, and that’s the reason he can maintain his hair well

Alpheratz

couldn’t possibly wear his hair long and doesn’t want too – too much work, too little help from the hair itself

it’s a really thick mane

his hair feels definitely sturdy to the touch, it just doesn’t stay if styled either

but you might also sense a slightly hoarse texture – not unpleasant, by no means, but it’s clear it prone to getting dry

this plus the thickness means it really takes form of a bird’s nest in the morning, but fortunately a few strokes with a wet comb and it’s getting better

does he seem like he’s putting effort into anything? Clearly no, and extensive hair care is one of the things he doesn’t put effort in

he does just enough to make sure his hair is okay, but not trying to fight it in any way to make it look better

actually, it’s not bad at all, with minimal effort it’s actually pretty presentable

doesn’t seem bothered by humid weather – neither him, nor his hair

Sirius

another one with hair superpowers, it seems

his hair might stick out in some places and cannot be subdued by anything but it’s smooth

so smooth and shiny

since it’s black it’s also quite reflective – it reflects colours of the surroundings, so it can shine thousands of colours!

but well, since his eyes are even more colourful, his hair doesn’t ever get the spotlight… it’s doing its best though to look the part

however, if you expected it to be soft as well… you might be surprised, it’s actually pretty strong and very sturdy

that’s to be expected though, considering it has strength to stick out despite the length

speaking of sticking out, yeah, his bed hair is horrendous, especially considering how long is his hair �� even if he ties it up, it’s so smooth, a part of it always slips out

it needs so much combing in the morning that you can see that he got bored halfway and left the cowlicks to their own devices

he does comb it enough to keep it in shape, but he has more… interesting things to do in his time than tackling a few rebellious hairs

[noramthe]

...

What just happened??

[winteriaalver]

Where did that promise go?

Vega : "name" if I dissapear will you still remember me?

Summoner : Why are you asking that?

Vega : It's just come to my mind for some reason...

Summoner : hmm of course I will remember you, you're my friend and I WILL never forget you

Vega : you promise?

Summoner : *smile* pinky promise

Vega : *smile* hm pinky promise

Time skip in floor 7-1

Vega : *telling summoner about how they were childhood friend back in Mid Eartheim*

Summoner : I'm so sorry I don't remember

Vega : ...

[lys-lilac]

Vega lovers, a small gift for you~

[sleepytwilight]

Argh my house is flooding but it's okay because I don't have to go to school and I get to draw!

Day 1: crystal

Day 2: mythical creature (Hael is as shape shifter so-)

Day 3: Lyra (If you see you see)

[helshollowhalls]

Arcana Twilight text posts pt.2

Part 1 | Part 2

[mmpookie]

arcana twilight day 4 : snow (but it's quick giana sketch)

extra :3 (snow reminds sirius of a certain someone..)

[lilirot]

Happy Birthday Vega!!! 🥳

[mumuscae]

ARTWOBER DAY 3: Lyra

Vega!! First sorcerer of Lyra

[pomegranateboba]

hello

[aromantic-misguide-to-romance]

So honest. And so cute

[noramthe]

I'm so happy i got my little baby for the firtst time while trying to get vega limited card🥺

He's so CUTEE I'm glad i finally have a card for him😖😖

But also vega please come home fast i have already pulled 55 times pls );