#asra: You and me both

[maya-tl]

Another drawing of my apprentice, Raya! This time with shading and a much more practical outfit!! 💙

[steelthroat]

It's not a type. It's a pattern... and I think I just found mine

[kimikitti]

Hey guys, so.... I'm back in the Arcana building again. Just started replaying the game recently. And Oh My God did the art worms come to me. It felt like coming home. I remember being a fly on the wall when this game was at its peak. Watching all the apprentice ocs and artists make incredible art and writing. It inspired me so much I created my first OC. I like to check in on all the accounts I used to follow and see how everyone's art and creative passions have evolved since then.

Jay is my oldest OC, and they are the apprentice character. I'm not gonna talk too much about them here, but if people are interested I can make a dedicated post about them.

I could go on screaming for hours about the art in this game and the characters. But I'm gonna hit you all with the highlights.

Nadia and Leona need to have wine nights together, cause OMG I think they would get along like a house on fire. (and not the fact that I have a huge crush on both of them)

Asra and Julian will always be hilarious to me on a spiritual level. Cause they are so messy, bro the draaamaaa.

Muriel deserves all the chickens and hugs.

Lucio goes in the bad boy corner until later.

Portia is my wife, I would die for her. No one can stop me.

This game should've been the sign that I am a fucking fury. Cause i swear to all things holy, I found spicy fan art I did a looooong time ago of the Star Arcana. It's bad. But i should've known.

[anime-academia]

Adding on to this because it is smth I am frequently distressed by. My L1 is English. My tweede taal is Afrikaans. Afrikaans is basically the child of Dutch and English raised in RSA.

Afrikaans has a diminutive form - there are various suffixes one can add (the word determines the suffix) to change the word to a diminutive.

Hond (dog) -> hondjie (little dog/puppy)

Tafel (table) -> tafeltjie (little table)

Klein (small) -> kleintjie (used more as a term of endearment: little one)

Koning (king) -> koningkie (little king)

There is no English equivalent to this. Sure, there are diminutive form for certain nouns, but it's so limited.

Dog -> doggy

Pig -> piggy

Table -> ???

King -> sure, you can say kingy if you want, but it sounds reaalllyyy bad :/

But, what you can do, since English doesn't have a proper diminutive form and steals everything anyway, is use Afrikaans (or Dutch .. idk how they work) suffixes to create your own diminutives in English.

Have a horrible bastard example of a word from yours truly

Smol ( Internet speak for something small and cute) -> smolletjie (very small and cute and baby)

I used to call my dog this when she was still a baby. My mother used to get vaguely annoyed I think agsjdk which is fair given she can actually speak afrikaans.

You can also change names using verkleining (diminutive form).

Asra -> Asra'tjie

Now, this isn't something original at all. Students across the wonderful country of South Africa, when faced with trying to remember the afrikaans word and failing, often just make an English sound Afrikaans. Apologies to all my Afrikaans teachers ever.

I fully understand op's point. It's a problem for me too. However, unless what you're doing is for like serious work related reasons ig, there is no reason to not bastardise the English language once again <3

It is a real tragedy that English does not have a diminutive suffix. There is no way to properly translate that from Dutch to English and it's tragic because in many cases the diminutive adds a layer of meaning that you can only translate with like a dozen extra words

[pvrkacciosan]

Kicks and Kisses

Summary: After the readers run-in with Xaden's training methods, Bodhi isn't in any rush to let her back on them defenseless so takes it upon himself to teach her a few things.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Pairing: Bodhi Durran X Marked Fem! Reader

Word Count: uncounted

Warnings: Suggestive, swearing, fighting training, Mature language content

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With the valiant help from a group of young healers you were released from the prescribed rest, and were able to get yourself back up and moving within a week.

You were still tender but your breathing wouldn't cut out on you and the blinding pain was no longer erupting behind your eyes rendering you useless in ever sense.

But still Bodhi had refused to let you return back to your own dorm in that time. Even when you had a perfectly good bed there.

Those beds are un-comfy and you know it.

You rolled your eyes at Asra, whether she could sense your attitude, you were hopeful she couldn't,

I don't understand why he won't let me go back to my own bed. That chair can't be very comfortable. You stared at the chair positioned on the far side of the room, the one Bodhi had been sleeping in whilst you took his bed. You didn't understand why you were entertaining such topics of conversation with her. Talking with Asra had always come naturally, like a sister you could confine in, and the subject of Bodhi Durran left your chest feeling warm in a rather pleasant way.

So Invite him into the bed with you.

It wasn't difficult for you to sense every dripping pulse of Asra's amusement, you gawked at her words in your head.

I can't do that. Won't it be awkward You couldn't help but contemplate the outcome.

Don't be foolish girl. You're a dragon rider, start acting like it. If you want something you might just start acting like that Riorson boy, heys taken the silver one to bed.

You didn't want to know where she had got that piece of information. But the notion of what she was speaking... There was a difference between asking Bodhi to share his bed and committing to taking him in his bed.

When Asra laughed in your head, you clamped your knees together, trying to ignore the heat that was building there. As you ripped the covers of Bodhi's bed from atop your body, you could't stop the swirling of those blood igniting thoughts. Couldn't decide what you would want more, to have him sleeping in the bed with you, or having him take you in the bed you had come to love.

The quilt scented of him. A deep smell that you hadn't noticed the first night you slept, it lingered on everything in this room.

His scent has been all over you. Asra's voice in your head, you only assumed she was referring to when you had gone flying yesterday, trying to ease yourself back into training once you got the all clear from the healers.

Bodhi and Cuir had flown with you both yesterday, positioning himself slightly below you, to catch you should you fall off Asra's back.

I would have caught you. Asra's voice was dripping with some tone you couldn't place, Laughing lightly in your own head you shot it down the bond. She didn't respond beyond that of a gentle huff.

Closing up the wall between you. Moving to begin gathering ouself from the room. Bodhi was supposed to meet you down at the mats for an initial round of training, trying to strengthen the muscles and reconditioning them to get back to what they had once been.

And as usual, you were running late. At least you could use the excuse of your lingering injuries. They weren't as painful, just uncomfotable. Especially your shoulder, a mender had reattached many of the tendsons and ligaments in your shoulder, but you still have only light movement in the joint.

Moving down through the halls, you rounded into the training room. The mats laid out as per usual, there were a couple cadets scattered around each pair training away from one another in private lessons.

Strolling in softly you glanced around and spotted two famiar bodies. Sauntering closer you watched them, matching hit for powerful hit on one another.

Bodhi and Xaden often never sparred with each other. Garrick was the usual go-to. The third boy was on the side of the mat, arms folded as he watched the cousins spar. You moved to stand beside the giant.

"Hey Y/n" He offered you a small smile.

At the sound of your names, Bodhi glanced up, un-focusing the fight at hand. It landed him a stiff jaw from the next punch Xaden landed. Blinking to look you over once, Bodhi dodged out the way of his cousins next hit.

You watched from the side returning Garrick's smile with one of your own before turning back unaware of the excited glances Garrick was switching between you and Bodhi.

"Garrick.," Bodhi warned as he dodged a swing from Xaden before getting a punch in at the Wingleader's ribs.

You glance questioningly up at the boy beside you, Garrick coughed, covering his smirk with a hand.

"They are sparring to burn off...Pent up...emotions"

You frowned at him, that definitely was not what Garrick was entertaining in his thoughts. You squinted at him before glancing to watch Bodhi swing hard and fast for Xaden. What Bodi lacked in size against his cousin and Garrick he surely made up for in speed. His exposed muscles rippling with each movement. Your gaze zones in on the sweat gleaming, coating every inch of his skin.

What it would be like to have his body pressed against you own on that bed, having him above or below you, At each others mercy.

You're drooling

You went to snip back at Asra but she hid behind your mental shield straight after her own words.

Paranoia took hold, Twisting away from Garrick slightly you wiped at your lower lip and chin with the back of your hand. You weren't but you still sense Asra's lingering amusement at your sudden panic.

Turning back to watch, Xaden and Bodhi panting hard as they finally parted from one another on the mat. Bodhi gave Xaden's shoulder a rough shoves but they were both smiling as they stepped back.

Xaden initially avoided your gaze. You hadn't seen the Wingleader since the day of your injury. Besides once when he had tried to come see you. Bodhi had refused to let him in then and you could still recall the sound of them arguing outside the bedroom door.

He tried now to get out of the way, Slipping from the room. Bodhi folded his arms across his chest clearing his throat, Xaden froze. Pivoting to meet your stare.

"Y/n I'm sorry for putting you on that mat" His tone was so awkward even you didn't know what exactly to say. Bodhi rose his eyebrows when Xaden cast him a sidelong glance.

The Wingleader sighed, "It was clear you didn't want to fight, I shouldn't have made you and it won't happen again"

Bodhi was grinning like an idiot in your direction when Xaden finally rose back to his full height. Bodhi watching you intently, waiting for you to acknowledge his efforts in making his cousin apologize. Something about the way he smiled at you made the strings in your heart cinch. Asra slide into your mind, her presence alone snapping you from watching Bodhi.

Glancing to Xaden, "I'm fine Xaden. I'm alive am I not?" The Wingleader waited. Attention flicking to Bodhi, You warily followed his stare. A muscle beneath Bodhi's eyes twitched, Garrick caught it after seeing the expression on your own face. Spinning himself into the middle of the two and clasped Xaden roughly on one shoulder.

"Right we're off to find your opponent from that day. Try and make sure Imogen hasn't gutted the girl for her slander against you" Garrick's usually stoic face was set in a grin, you had a feeling he might sooner set Imogen on the girl first before saving her hide.

Garrick and Xaden stalked from the mats, leaving the room entirely within a few long strides,

When you turned back to obverse Bodhi, heat bloomed in your cheeks to find him already watching you.

"Right" He shook his head, these dark curls shaking to cover his brow bone. "Let's get started."

After running through a quick warm up with him your skin had already formed up quite a sweat. Many of the other cadets had vacated the training room, probably to attend to other daily duties.

Bodhi had been wary of your shoulder joint and coached you through each movement, sometimes he would place a hand against your body to steady the off balance the injuries had given you and It was becoming increasingly difficult to focus.

Moving off the mat to grab a quick drink of water you tried to organise the shambling thoughts which flushed your flesh to the core.

"We will move onto some evasion techniques and manoeuvrers to get yourself out of someone's grip."

You nodded, taking a quick final gulp of the water, evasion and defensive practise that would be fine. You had done this before.

You turned to move back onto the mat when your thoughts finally processed what you were getting yourself into. There was only a few ways to actively practise these sorts of manoeuvrers . Ones that involved lots of bodily contact.

You blinked as Bodhi shook his muscles, rolling each of his joints, The silence prompted him to look up

"I won't bite" there was a boyish smirk gracing his lips, it was an expression you had seen on him for years since knowing each other, often when causing mischief. The only form of consistency it offered you now was that it caused your heart to hammer harder against your ribs.

Pull yourself together. You were reducing yourself to no better than a teenage boy seeing a women naked for the first time in his life. Sighing deeply you moved onto the mat.

Bodhi stilled hands clasping together, allowing you to come closer, he watched carefully, assessing you.

"How is your shoulder feeling?"

Prompted by his question you rolled the ball and socket joint, easing deeper into the muscle there. They ached slightly but nothing more beyond overexerting the shoulder.

"All good" smiling softly you ignored the joint focusing now as Bodhi began to prepare himself.

"We are going to start with something simple. If someone tries to grab you from the front."

He waited for you to nod before continuing, "I'm going to grab for you and all you have to do is get me off you. We will critique everything once we've gone through every scenario "

He didn't wait for your acknowledgement now, unprepared you stepped back when both of Bodhi's hands came up towards you. As his body followed through your own muscle memory kicked in, grabbing his right wrist you jammed a thumb into the pulse point there and twisted— hard.

Bodhi let loose a grunt as he moved with the twisting limb, following so you wouldn't break his arm entirely. You only let go once his limb was flush unnaturally against his back.

"Good." He turned shaking his wrist lightly "That was perfect. Could be a little quicker with your reaction time, but we will work on that in our next session"

You nodded, worriedly glancing at his wrist perhaps you had been too forceful.

"This time we are going to run with the scenario that I actually got a hold on you"

Bodhi closed the gap separating you both, slowly raises his hands, hesitating with them hovering your body, noting their destined locations you gave Bodhi the go ahead. He rests his hand on your left shoulder the other at the base of your neck.

"Right.." Bodhi cleared his throat, "I'm going to pretend to be trying to push you back as if to get you.. against a wall. Get out of my grip."

Nervous, you glance at him, he offers an encouraging smile, nodding softly you tried desperately to ignore as his grip squeezes lightly against you body, try to ignore the pander of heartbeats that flutter in you.

When Bodhi began to push back you resisted, planting a foot behind to stabilise the weight of you. The muscles in the back of the leg stretching with the pressure. The result of Bodhi pushing you however; his hand pushing into your windpipe, slowing the flow of air to you with dizzying affect and not from the lack of oxygen.

Relaxing the breaths you took, You made quick work of trying to lessen his grip. Pressing your finger into his wrist's pulse point.

"Find somethinng new. That's not going to work a second time"

Frustration grew like a building short circuit. You knew strength wasn't your biggest fighting factor, it was instinct at this point born and bred as a female to go for a man's weakest point and it was taking everything within your resolve to not kick between his legs.

Pressure point began quizzing through your mind. Bodhi watches as your eyes flicked across his body ravaging at the sight of your attention on him. Felt the heat of it across every inch of his aching skin, tensioned for the need of touch, your touch. You were simply looking for his weaknesses, ones you could reach from the position you were currently in.

Shifting your weight into the side he held a hand to your throat, you rammed your thumb under his arm, nail digging into the soft flesh there.

Bodhi loosens his grip enough for you to duck under the other arm and release yourself. Bouncing back on the balls of your feet, you teetered towards the edges of the mat.

Bodhi rounded with a smirk, shooting a quick wink your way, "Atta Girl." The genuine pride and excitement in his tone made your cheeks flush.

Any focus you had fought to obtain since the beginning of this session slipped entirely away from you in that second. Shallow breathing, you shook yourself off the rising tension with it.

"Again." Bodhi gestured you back for the middle of the mat, "This time I'm coming at you from behind"

The air hauled in your throat, gulping quickly and moving back to the centre. Bodhi stepped up behind you.

He gave you even less warning. Albeit you could have used one this time unexpecting of his arms to latch themselves around your torso.

You needed to focus, focus on getting yourself out of his hold, but the only thing swirling in your mind was how close his body now was to yours, you could feel the rippling warm muscles on his chest against your back.

His arms tightened and you gasped lightly when you felt the sensation of his palm brush up the side of your breast, the material of your clothing ruffling as he righted his grip

A pulse of fresh warmth coursed through you, blooming from your core. It was almost painful as the material brushed the peak of your nipple.

If this was how your body reacted to his unintentional intimate touches you could only imagine what he might do to you intentionally.

"You seem distracted." the heat of his breath fanned your neck when he whispered the words against the shell of your ear, close enough you swore on your life that was his lips brush the curve.

Nerves rippled against him. You needed to get your shit together, but. . .

There was a smugness in his tone. That bastard, was he potentially... teasing on purpose to distract you? You swallowed a scoff. Two could definitely play at this game.

Grabbing his elbow you made an attempt to lift his arm up over your head, the well tones limb didn't move, but you couldn't resist the smile, for it was a cover up.

Rolling your hips and pushing you ass back against him. With the shared closeness he had created you heard his breath stuttered behind your ear and felt his pulse skyrocket.

Who was the distracted one now, driving the heel of your foot into the top of his, you heard the oxygen whoosh into his lungs as he hissed. Elevating the foot ever so slightly.

You wouldn't have the strength to throw him over your shoulder but if he was off balance as he was now. Gripping both hands as far up his arm as you could reach you twisted sharply into his unbalanced side.

Feeling his weight falling against you own you planted both legs to limit the chance of you falling too.

When Bodhi hit the ground you were diligent, moving quickly while he stunned to recall his senses.

Swinging one leg you planted yourself above him to pin him below you.

There was a second were you hadn't thought, just did. Hadn't realised what you were doing until you did it. Hadn't realised you now straddled his waist, hadn't realised you might have miscalculated the extent of your teasing until you felt the growth hardening beneath your ass.

Bodhi blinked at you in wild surprise as though he too now realised what had been done.

Had he not been thinking just as you hadn't? Simply following movements and feelings that felt so inheritable right until there was an irreversible shift between you both. Bodies welded together from where you sat atop him.

Every nerve in you was jackhammering in your heart, blood thrumming against your hearing. An unmistakable ache was growing between your legs, one which could and would lead to decisions you knew were irreversible.

Perhaps Bodhi had been teasing you simply to district, there was nothing attached to that. No emotion or feeling.

Foolish girl. You hadn't realised Asra had been listening into your thoughts, Had failed to notice she had lowered her shield. Is that how distracted Bodhi had made you?

You went to move from his lap, but Bodhi groaned, the sound low and guttural from deep at the back of his throat, head falling back with his eyes squeezing shut. Without looking his hand found your thigh, squeezing to hold you in place,

"Don't move." The guttural throaty sound in his voice blinded your every sense, glancing to his veined hand you couldn't rip your attention away until Bodhi blinked at you startled, a muscle in his jaw twitched as his eyes darkened.

Within the next second you attempted to lift yourself back off him, in one swift movement, Bodhi pushed himself up with a hand behind him. Using the grip on your leg to keep you on top of him, the positions now pushing you to sit further onto his growing erection.

It wasn't until he rightened himself that Bodhi released his grip only to move it across your body, you felt it clasp the back of your neck as he leaned closer pulling you with him and wasted no more time of colliding his lips with yours.

You stilled, stunned as his lips moved against your own, Asra's presence stroking against your mind prompting you from the stupor, her rebuilding her shield was enough of a hint and approval.

Softening your tense muscles you wrapped both arms to encircle around his shoulders, pulling your chest closer to his. Letting one hand slip to cup the back of his head. Fingers threading his dark curls.

Bodhi continued denying himself breath as he smiled, feeling you finally give in. Letting yourself match him. Giving and receiving the hot kisses, fast and swift.

They continued, hungry for more. Starved for the touch of one another. It was a sensation you didn't know you wanted — needed.

The heat encased between your bodies made your heart hammer into overdrive, Lifting your weight and then lowering it with a roll of your hips, causing friction against the now obvious erection beneath you.

Bodhi exhaled sharp and hot against your mouth, pulling from your lips. Once more his eyes squinted shut, brow furrowed.

You couldn't pry your attention away. The expression on his face alone set you emotions spiralling. It was the perfect mix of pain and pleasure rolled into one.

Wiggling your ass down, Bodhi groaned louder this time. His eyes snapped open to level with your own, within that hungry fire that was beginning to demand more of you: a desire you would happily indulge.

Even within that burning, there was still a softness to Bodhi, he was still the same man you grew up with, a comfort you had come to depend on.

He grinned as he watched you, eyes flicking to scan every inch of your face. You shivered as Bodhi dragged a hand across you collar bone, up your neck to cup the line of your jaw. Thumb rubbing into your now swollen lower lip.

He leaned so close once more that you now shared a combined airspace.

"We shouldn't continue" the smirk growing on his lips said more. The growing heat within you was answer enough, rubbing a hand into his jaw, for the thrill of it you shook you head leaning closer still. "We shouldn't"

Tightening your grip at the back of his head, fingers twisting into a strand of hair, Bodhi dipped his head to yours, lips a whisper apart.

"Kiss me again" His voice turned throaty, the blood in you warming at his touch, "Please" the shift in his tone was astonishing.

Giving yourself over, leaning to rejoin him, a coil of tension grew in the core of your chest. You kissed him fully, Pulling Bodhi into you.

Bodhi broke the connection after a second, "Atta girl" he was already smirking by the time he kissed you again.

That coil continued to tighten. This was an irreversible decision, this pairing. It could easily cleave you in two.

But this moment as Bodhi began to lower his kisses flowing down the column of your throat, you couldn't bring yourself to give a flying fuck.

[sxftkxssxs]

Hey, I am not sure whether it fits the dark themes, but can you please write about suicidal M/C with main 6? They're living for years with it, so it's not immediate, but they haven't stopped considering either. Any level of seriousness is fine, if you decide to take the promt. I just really like your writing and this prompt would've resonated deeply with me

I'm super glad you like my writing! I hope if any of you are having these thoughts you have someone to reach out to. I hope I did everyone justice, I feel a little out of practice!

Main 6 with a Suicidal MC

Asra

He's observant, and he's definitely not dim. They'll likely understand some of the behaviors you're showing. They went through it during the plague after all. He might not understand the extent that your thoughts go to, as he coped differently, but they’ll always listen.

If you explain how you're feeling to them, him and Faust have full attention on you. Faust will curl around you like she often does for Asra, curling her tail around your wrist. It’s subtle, but it’s her way of offering comfort as you talk. If you take a moment to breathe you’ll feel her tail squeeze a little, as well as small whispers of her voice.

If they find out through other means, they hesitate to bring it up. Especially if it was through something in your experiences before the plague. He’ll eventually ask, very gently and carefully.

He’s honestly devastated that you thought this way. He brought you back, but did you not want to be here? He knows his affection and care can’t fix everything, but he’s oddly compliant with more of your ideas than before and occasionally just takes in the sight of you longer than usual. It’s obvious he’s affected by the revelation.

He does insist on possibly seeing someone better equipped to handle mental health, for the both of you perhaps. If you agree to try, but want to go alone, he’ll come with you and wait outside. If you’d like to go together, they’ll readily accept.

Overall, Asra loves you and wants to see you enjoy life to its fullest, and hopefully these thoughts will continue being far away.

Julian

He’s familiar with the feeling. Though he wasn’t going to take his own, he was very willing to give his up when he believed he was guilty. He knows it can be different for each person, so he won’t ever try to compare your experience to anyone else’s.

He does panic, no matter how he finds out. He’s pacing and muttering to himself, Mazelinka and Malak have to get him to calm down when they find him. He tries to keep it to himself, but they can see right through him. She doesn’t try to pry, and only offers broad advice that somehow meets his situation to a T.

He’ll come to you, asking very seriously about it. Julian will listen to you in full. Only when you’ve finished telling him what you’ve needed to say will he actually act. If you thought he was a tier 1 clinger before, get ready. He holds you so tight that night you would think you’re with a bear.

Malak perches on your shoulder, making tiny sounds and puffing out his feathers. If you have hair, you’ll feel him pick at stray strands with his beak. He’s confidently expressing that you should turn to him for help if you need it!

Julian will not try to cover up his worry for you, he loves you and after so long he’s finally not afraid to show that. He’ll drill that into your head in so many ways going forward.

Mazelinka, Portia, and the rest of their family back home are always open to you. They all greatly encourage you to come to each of them if you need someone besides their chaotic little Ilya!

Nadia

Nadia is overcome with worry. She’s very caught off guard in this situation.

If she found something that brought this to her attention, she’ll take some time to contemplate in her tower, wondering how she should approach you about the subject. She’ll come back rather quickly for the situation, with a certain type of confidence in her step.

She’ll ask you to explain why it is you’re feeling this way, if there might be a way to make these thoughts leave you alone. If there is, she’ll pour all her effort into making it happen. If not, you at least know you have her in your corner.

If you bring it up to her first, then she’ll take a moment to think. The silence is very heavy, but she doesn’t mean any harm with it. She’s gently holding onto your hand and rubbing her thumb over your skin while she thinks.

When she comes to a conclusion, she’ll refocus on you. Nadia strives to be there for you. She expresses that you have the entire palace at your whim. Whatever you need, she will try and get it for you. She knows palace live can be stressful, and maybe make these feelings worse when you fail at something. If you need time away then she’ll be happy to arrange that for you.

Chandra perches on your shoulders, chirping at you with a glint in her eye. You have a feeling she’s expressing her own version of being there for you.

Muriel

Poor Muriel is shocked. You always seemed so put together, much happier than he was.

He’s felt similarly, back when he was forced to fight in the colosseum. He’d felt guilty, and he still struggled with depression up until you came bursting through his hut. You’d started a chain of events that helped him (begrudgingly) get better.

No matter if you tell him upfront or he finds something that reveals your feelings, Muriel stays pretty quiet about it. He’s just observing, looking for details he never saw before.

eventually he tells you that you aren’t alone. If there is anyone you want on your side it most definitely is the 6’10 giant of a teddy bear that is Muriel. (And Inanna, who is now pulling you into little cuddle piles by the fire at every opportunity) They both try to notice when days are a little tougher, and be there for you.

He’ll definitely seek out Asra, to get better help than he might be able to provide. It’s your choice on if you want him with you or not while you talk to someone better equipped.

Portia

Her reaction depends very heavily on if she finds out through something she finds or you tell her.

If she finds something that exposes her to how you feel, she does feel very very worried, and upset. She places a lot of weight on being honest with her when you’re struggling. She refuses to just turn a blind eye now, and brings it up to you. She’ll give you her full attention, and bring up suggestions on what she might be able to do to help!

if you tell her up front instead, she’ll be very proud of you for telling her. She’ll listen to what you have to say, and definitely suggests going to someone who knows how to handle this better than she does. She’d love to be there for you when you go to see them, but if you wanted her to wait outside or even at home she’d be more than willing to stay home. (She definitely prepares home to be super cozy when you get back though!)

She’ll always be supportive of you, and if you’re having a rough day she has no problem having you stay home (although she rarely can, being the countess’s personal servant, but the days that Nadia catches wind of the situation, Portia gets home suspiciously early..) or she’ll often check in to see how you’re doing!

Pepi is amazing on the days you stay home, often pawing at your arm to get you to keep petting her. You both often end up in a cuddle pile by the time Portia gets home.

Lucio

Lucio goes uncharacteristically silent. It takes him a few moments to really process what he’s learned.

Whether you’ve told him yourself or he found something that rang warning bells in his head, he takes time to think how he wants to respond. He knows he’s reckless, he’s been cruel, and although he’s grown considerably since then, he still feels he shouldn’t reply too hastily. Though even when he does, he’s rambling and talking about how he’s not sure he’s doing this right.

While he’s considering what he should say, both Mercedes and Melchior sit with you. They’re looking up at you with their beady little eyes, giving you little kisses. Mercedes watches Lucio with a very strong glare, almost intimidating him into thinking through his words.

Lucio tries to convey that he’s there for you. You two are partners! He’s not good at noticing small details, especially with behavior, since he focuses more on other things. If you’re having a rough day, tell him! He’ll plan something or you can stay home with your little dog family for the night.

Mercedes and Melchior voice their approval, alerting anything within the area of your presence. (Whoops, but at least you know your dogs would never leave you behind!)

[nemo-in-wonderland]

When you're done with all the strife When they echo the minds in the streets You know your heart beats A solitary call For a change in the tone of it all You'll be scaling that wall And the higher you climb The more you can see of this life On the edge of that knife

You hold on to me Hold on to me

And I'll be singing you Songs of tomorrow And then dawn will follow And our sorrows all undone

CHILDREN OF THE SUN - Poets of the Fall

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hiyooo.

forgive the roughness of this artwork, it was all I had in me to do, tbh. Energies are kinda low lately, and I am finding hard to sit still and focus on stuff, but I kinda managed to finish this, and I am happy with how it turned out, all things considered.

ANYWAY.

If you remember my blabbering a good while back, I wrote a bit about Halsin and Aranea speaking about their babbu, Asra, and then started to draw a artwork with these two because fml yes.

I kinda went with my memories from when baby Nemo was born, and fml, what I remember the most was being completely exhausted after labouring for hours, so that's what I mostly tried to convey here.

Halsin was with Aranea all the way through, but fml, even he was exhausted afterwards, if anything because seeing Aranea in pain just had him on the edge, worried as hell. And it wasn't until Asra was born and started breathing of her own accord that he himself could draw a breath of relief.

fml, These two kinda destroyed my heart while I was working on this, while I was listening to this song, because fml, Halsin was ready to give her so much love, to embrace her strife as his own, to help her overcome all the pain she still carried within.

He was so ready. So freaking ready. And he loved her so much, I cannot even begin to say.

And Aranea was *terrified* by the intensity of his feelings toward her and the feelings she was felt for him.

And both of them were so young (I need to check my timeline, but I think that they were around 75 and 100 years of age?? I need to double check, because Aranea is not that much younger than Halsin).

And when she disappeared, leaving behind her crystal and her magic cloak for Asra and a letter that left him with more questions than answers, I think his heart kinda broke a bit.

I like to imagine that Halsin knew that Aranea was a Warlock, so he knew that she was soul bounded to a fiend.

But Aranea could not speak of who her Patron was, lest attract his attention and bring his ever knowing eyes on both him and Asra.

At this point in time, when Asra was born, Aranea was still very much in a business relationship with Mephisto, so we are talking Patron & Warlock rather than Patron/Warlock, but fml, Mephisto was already starting obsessing over his most elusive warlock.

So no way in freaking hell Aranea would bring his attention on Asra and Halsin.

So yeah, their relationship is a tad complicated.

I need a freaking what-if with these two.

I hope you will like this <3

--Nemo

(also, young halsin here is definitely inspired by @ozumii-fucking-wizard own design for Halsin because omg I just adore that design and I fell in love with him all over again thanks to that).

[lucio-slander-only]

Portia, nervous: Ilya how do I ask someone out?

Julian: well first you-

Asra: no, don’t ask him. He asked me out in the supply closet of a restaurant functioning as a money laundering front

Portia:

Asra: and then almost got us both killed because he was unknowingly and accidentally involved

Portia:

Asra: and had overshared to an undercover cop at the Rowdy Raven because she bought him *one* salty bitters

Portia:

Asra:

Portia: …and you said YES?

[intoxicatednadi]

I hate it that in the arcana when you finish a route suddenly every character is in love with the other, like, ok, I get it, some are cute or make sense such as Nadia and Portia, but what do you mean Asra who's up his ass with constant longing for the MC suddenly fell in love with his ex from a previous unhealthy relationship that blossomed because of his own loneliness in the spam of 3 months? Like...

Maybe I missed a detail or two during some routes but it sometimes felt like lazy writing from the creators, as if they needed to make everyone have a happy ending because the MC did too, but I honestly wouldn't have mind if characters such as Asra, Muriel or Julian who had some obvious past issues to fix about themselves just proceeded the route with a change of mindset rather than a lover just to throw them in the happy ending bin.

Just imagine if instead of an ending where suddenly Asra and Julian end up together, they go after a new adventure because asra in one of his dreams received a signal from the magic realm that sounded a lot like his parents, then boom make a small side story showing their final development as both a character and a couple.

I know I'm no game developer but I believe it would have been nicer to don't force ship simply to make characters have a happy ending but instead remember they are characters with actual backstories.

Maybe it's just me, idk

[xaharadesert]

MC Who Sleeps Like The Dead - Headcanon

Arcana Characters (Main 6) x MC

A/N: for another lovely anon! I just finished drawing one of my OCs to prepare for art fight, so I’m feeling a bit more inspired than usual! Please let me know if there are any spelling or grammar mistakes :) requests are open!

❤️Julian❤️

This is a man who runs on stress and caffeine, so he’s always up at ungodly hours of the night

Your ability to sleep through every instance of him stubbing his toe or bumping his head, or just generally swearing at whatever script or medical case he’s having trouble with at the moment is a blessing in his opinion

Of course, on the rare occasions that you manage to get him to bed, he’ll be as out of it as you are, if not more so

He flails in his sleep, and since it won’t be waking either of you up any time soon, there’s a good chance you’ll both end up with some mystery bruises

He’ll feel a bit bad about it in the morning, but it’s nothing some kisses can’t fix

🧡Portia🧡

Considering how tired she usually is by the end of the day, she’s a surprisingly light sleeper

This can be a problem for her when Pepi decides she wants to make biscuits and Portia’s the only potential victim around

So when you two start sleeping in the same bed, she sacrifices you to Pepi and makes sure she’s the one sleeping next to the wall

Pepi seems satisfied with this arrangement and leaves Portia alone, meaning she gets the sleep she needs and you get a cat to cuddle with while you’re unconscious

It’s also great for when she needs to get up early for work; she can make as much noise as she wants while she’s getting ready, and you’ll sleep right through it

💛Lucio💛

No no no, this will not do

Lucio operates under the assumption that if he’s awake, you’re also supposed to be awake

So if he’s having trouble sleeping while you’re snoozing away next to him, he will be trying his best to wake you up

His attempts will start with whispers and a couple gentle pokes, but when you don’t look like you’ll be getting up soon it quickly becomes less subtle

This man will fully kick you off the bed and onto the cold floor to get you up

If you sleep through that, he’s gonna get really close to your ear and scream

For the sake of everyone else nearby, you may need to learn to sleep less heavily

💚Muriel💚

He’s a light sleeper thanks to anxiety, and he doesn’t really understand how someone can sleep as deeply as you do

In the early days of your relationship he was a bit worried that there might be something wrong with you

Once he settles into the idea that you Will Not Be Woken Up before you’re good and ready, he takes full advantage of the extra alone time it gives him

It’s nice to just coexist with you and go about his day without worrying about waking you up

Once Inanna took a nap on you and he thought you may have actually suffocated under her, but turns out you were fine

He does not mention this to you when you wake up

💙Asra💙

While he certainly sleep often, he does not sleep heavily

If he’s sitting down, then he’s probably already at least 10% asleep

He doesn’t usually sleep in the traditional sense, and instead takes a few extended naps throughout the day

So when you’re getting your proper 8 hours, he may be laying awake beside you, gently rubbing your back and reading a book

He likes that his sleep schedule doesn’t affect yours, and that he gets to see you so peaceful and far from the stresses of life

💜Nadia💜

Most of her life is on a pretty tight schedule, so your sleep habits are not something she’s particularly fond of

If you’re asleep when she wakes up to begin her day, then she’s learned not to bother trying to wake you

She’ll kiss your temple and try to find some time to spend with you at the end of the day, but she misses the quiet moments you two could share while the rest of the world starts to wake up

Overall it’s not a hassle, just something she has to adapt to

Unless of course there’s an early morning event that you’re also supposed to attend with her

Then she’s trying to figure out the most gentle way to pry you from the hands of sleep (she may quite literally drag you out of the bed and start getting you ready before you wake up)

[saintunhinged]

you find a picture of asra from long before the two of you met and you can’t stop admiring it.

You stumble into the room that both you and Asra shared, only to find colorful clothes scattered on the bed. You had no doubt that they belonged to Asra. On the edge of the bed was a framed picture, so close to falling off that a bump to the mattress could have made it fall and broken it.

He always was a bit messy, but you didn’t mind helping him straighten up his things here and there.

Making your way to fix it, your eyes fall on the young kid in the photo. A wide smile paints your face as you recognize what it is— or who. Bright purple eyes stared from the picture, yet these eyes belonged to a younger version of the person you knew. The white hair and golden skin gave it away, not to mention the signature scarf he always styled with his outfits.

You almost wanted to let out a loud “aw” at the sight of a much younger Asra smiling at you from the picture, but the familiar voice that came from behind you had spoke even before a could even get a word out.

Just as you marveled at the younger version of him, the familiar voice of your magician lover interrupted your thoughts. “I meant to clean this mess up.” Asra declared, appearing in the doorway with an apologetic grin on his face.

Instead, you turn around with the frame in your hand. “You were so adorable!” you exclaimed, unable to hold your excitement.

Asra’s eyes met yours, curiosity dancing in the violet depths. A soft smile graced his lips, the contrast between the past and present evident in the warmth that radiated from the framed photograph and the genuine connection between you and the person before you.

His eyes twinkled mischievously as he observed you holding the framed picture. “Ah, my youthful days,” he mused, crossing his arms and leaning against the doorframe. “Care to share what you’ve found?”

You couldn’t contain the affectionate grin on your face. “Look at you! White hair, golden skin, and that signature scarf. You were absolutely adorable.”

Asra chuckled, a melodic sound that filled the room with warmth. “I suppose I’ve always had a flair for fashion.” He gestured towards the colorful chaos on the bed. “Although, it seems my fashion sense hasn’t evolved much since then.”

You playfully rolled your eyes. “Oh, come on. Your style is timeless. Besides, who doesn’t love a bit of magic in their wardrobe?”

“As much as I appreciate your fashion critique,” Asra began, a playful glint in his eyes, “I need help cleaning up. Not that I mind the distraction, of course.”

You chuckled, joining him by the door. “Cleaning can wait. I’m too busy reveling in the cuteness overload from this picture.” You held the frame closer to him. “Did you always have that mischievous glint in your eyes?”

Asra grinned, leaning in to get a closer look. “Maybe. Magic and mischief tend to go hand in hand, don’t you think?”

“Absolutely,” you agreed, a teasing tone in your voice. “Though I have to say, present-day Asra might have a bit more charm, if that’s possible.”

A playful gasp escaped Asra’s lips. “I hopre you’re not implying I wasn’t the epitome of charm back then? I’ll have you know I was quite the charismatic little magician.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “I’m sure you were. But now, you’re a charismatic, charming magician who also happens to share a room with me.”

Asra’s bright eyes sparkled with affection. “And how fortunate I am,” he replied, his voice dripping with playful sincerity. “Now, shall we continue this trip down memory lane or get back to the 'cleaning' business?”

You grin, holding the picture close to your heart. “Cleaning can wait. I’m too busy falling in love with the tiny, precious child in this photo... and the not-so-tiny, still-precious adult standing in front of me.”

His soft smirk deepened, his mischievous gaze locked onto yours. “Falling in love, you say? My, my, someone's being rather bold today.”

You shrugged, a playful glint in your eyes matching his. “Can you blame me? I mean, just look at this adorable face.” You pointed at the picture, then at Asra, emphasizing your point.

He feigned modesty, placing a hand over his heart. “Oh, you flatter me. But you know, present-day me comes with a lot more... intriguing qualities.”

You raised an eyebrow, a sly smile forming. “Intriguing, huh? Do tell, I’m all ears.”

Asra stepped closer, a layer of thick white hair falling down his forehead, eyes never leaving yours. “Well, for starters, this Asra,” he starts, pointing to himself with his index finger, “knows a thing or two about casting spells of the heart. And perhaps, just perhaps, he’s been under the influence of a certain enchantment.”

You chuckled, playing along. “Is it reversible, or am I stuck with the consequences?”

Asra placed a finger to his lips, feigning deep contemplation. “I guess that depends. Are you prepared for a lifetime of charm, wit, and an abundance of wonderful moments?”

You pretended to ponder, tapping your chin. “Tough choice. But if it means being swept off my feet by a charming someone every day, I think I can handle it.”

A genuine laugh escaped Asra, the sound like music in the room. “Very well. Brace yourself for a lifetime of love, with a touch of mischief, of course.”

You held the framed picture between you two, as if sealing the deal. “Deal. Now, about this cleaning business... any chance we can clean the mess with our minds?” You half-way joke, but apart of you seriously didn’t feel like doing the physical work.

The magician’s eyes gleamed with amusement. “I suppose a little magic wouldn't hurt. But only if you keep falling in love with the tiny, precious child and the not-so-tiny, still-precious me every day.”

You grinned, leaning in for a playful peck on Asra's cheek. “Deal.” And with that, you both set out to sprinkle a bit of magic on the chaos, leaving a trail of laughter and love in your wake.

[oppopotamus]

angry sex

trans asra x dom male reader

Warning: nsfw, hate sex/angry sex, spanking, hair pulling, asra has a pussy, petnames such as baby, slut etc, feminine words used to name his pussy, cunt, clit etc

"What the fuck, Asra?" You yell, you've both been yelling back and forth for ages. You've been mad at Asra for a long time, since he's often disappearing without a word, causing you to worry.

Although he tends to go away due to whatever he thinks is important it still gets on your nerves.

"Well, what do you want me to do!? I'm sorry that I sometimes leave for a while and don't mention it to you." Asra says, rolling his eyes.

"That's exactly what I'm fucking worried about. Don't you understand? I care about you but you leave without a fucking word, causing me to worry where the fuck you are." You pause before taking a breath continuing, "Half the time I'm worried if you're dead somewhere. You leave and come back without telling me and just fucking expect me to be okay with it?"

"I don't see what the big deal is, I mean I always come back. So what's the big deal?" Asra's words have you seething with anger.

"You really don't see what the big deal is?" You say completely dumbfounded.

Asra just throws his hands up in the air and huffs.

"Fuck you." He says after a moment.

You move towards him until you're chest to chest.

"Say that again. I fucking dare you." You say, looking down at him with your eyebrows creasing together. God this boy gives you a headache.

"What? Fuck you?" He asks a tad confused.

"Yes. Exactly that." You repeat, arms crossed over your chest as you tower above him.

"Fuck you then." Asra says, starting to get a bit nervous but shakes it off.

"If you say that one more time, Asra then I swear to god." You say letting out a breath.

"Or what?" He asks moving even closer towards you.

"You'll find out."

Asra hesitates for a moment before repeating saying, "Fuck. You." He spits out every word.

"That's the final straw." You say before grabbing his hips with a deadly grip.

You turn him around and push him forward so he hits the table with his hips harshly.

"Hey! That fucking hurt." Asra says, turning his head back to look at you.

You grab a fistful of his hair and push his head down onto the table.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Asra questions.

"Teaching you a lesson." You say, keeping your hand gripping his hair and trace your free hand down so you can grab his pants and rip a hole in his pants right from his ass to his cunt.

"Fuck! (Name), these were my favourite pants."

"I'll buy you new ones."

You take notice of how conveniently he's not wearing any underwear. You raise an eyebrow down at Asra and you can see the hint of a blush creeping onto his ears.

"What a slut, you're getting wet already." You say, ghosting a finger over his cunt.

Asra stutters for a moment and doesn't know what to say until you press a finger against his clit and he calls out your name.

You remove the finger and Asra whines though that whine suddenly turns into a moan as he feels your hard dick grind against him through the fabric of your pants.

"You don't seem to be too angry now huh baby?" You say mockingly.

"Fuck you! I'm still mad." Asra replies, you're not sure if he's still actually angry at you or he's just saying that because he knows it gets a reaction out of you.

Oh well, you're still going to fuck him senseless.

You release your hand from his hair and bring your hands to undo your pants and let them fall to your ankles.

While your hands are not holding his head down anymore Asra takes the opportunity to bring both his hands up to push himself up and turn back to look at you.

Asra's in bliss as he sees your cock slip free from its confinements and raise up, slapping against your stomach.

You smirk down at him as you see his expression, finding it amusing as how just a minute ago he was yelling at you.

He sees you looking at him and glares at you before avoiding his eyes and looking back ahead of him.

"Ah, don't be so embarrassed now, darling." You say tracing a finger up his spine over his shirt, making him shiver.

"J-just put it in already." Asra whispers out, "Do you think you really deserve it after what you just did?" You ask and Asra doesn't answer.

From his lack of an answer you raise a hand and spank him, causing him to yelp and jolt up.

"Fuck! Don't fucking do that." Asra says, turning to look at you again and raising himself up, attempting to fully turn to look at you.

You stand there for a moment before bringing your left hand up and grab a fistful of his hair and slam the side of his face onto the table.

"Shit!" Asra yells out as the side of his face makes harsh contact with the table and grunts as he feels the harsh tug of your hand pulling his hair back harshly.

"Don't." spank! "Fucking." Spank! "Talk." Spank! "Like that." Spank! "To me." Spank! "Ever. Fucking. Again." You say to him, pushing his face further into the table with each spank.

"Aah-!" Asra whines out each time he feels you hitting him, he attempts to move out of your grasp but can't.

"Nothing but a fucking brat who doesn't know when to quit and just behave." You spit out, leaning down to his ear to say the words directly into his ears.

Asra shivers as he feels your dick rub against him when you lean down to whisper in his ear.

You lean back and grab your dick, rubbing the tip up and down the entrance of his cunt, slapping it against it a few times before easing the tip in.

Asra moans out when he feels just the tip in, he forgets how mad he is at you at first until he realizes how rough you were being.

Your hand was still pushing his head into the table, his cheek starting to hurt from how hard you were pushing it down.

"Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you." Asra spouts out as he feels you push in deeper and deeper.

You scowl at his words and without a second thought you grip his hair tighter and pull it back whilst roughly pounding your dick deep into his hole.

"Oh god, oh fuck, fuck." Asra moans out as you pull his hair back, pain shooting through his neck and continuously pound into his tight hole.

"Fuck, Asra. You're so fucking tight, your pussy is hugging my cock," You say, pausing for a moment then continuing, "Too bad you're such a fucking brat."

All you can hear throughout the room is Asra's loud moans and the sound of your hips making contact with his ass.

"I fucking haah-hate.. Fuck. You." Asra says, stuttering his words. He doesn't even know what he's saying anymore.

Asra almost feels his eyes roll into the back of his head and you drag his head back and with your free hand bring it down to his clit, rubbing it with your fingers.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck. I'm gonna-" Asra moans out feeling his orgasm creeping up on him from your harsh treatment.

"You're really about to cum just from this?" You say mockingly.

"Fuuck.. I'm, oh god- You're a fucking dick just-!" Before Asra can even finish his sentence he's coming. Hard. He feels you hitting his ass again and again as he chases his orgasm.

When you continue to move your cock in and out again he starts feeling too sensitive.

"Please.. No more, I can't." Asra shakes his head side to side, wanting you to just finish already so he can rest.

"Just take what's, fuck, given to you, alright?" You say to him, you don't last much longer until you're spraying your cum into him.

You let go of his hair and pull out slowly. You both lay there resting for a moment, you don't say anything to test out whether or not he's still mad at you.

"M'sorry.." He says quietly. You rest your hands on his hips gently, rubbing small circles on his waist with your thumb.

"It's okay, baby."

[bunnyluvx]

the arcana characters and their favorite ways to spend time with you! ♡

featuring: the romanceable cast of the arcana minus lucio x gn!reader.

summary: the cast and their favorite ways to spend time with you!! <3

warnings: brief death mention in portia's part. nothing else! <3

a/n: WOWIEEE HAIII EVERYONE!! i just wanted to say thank you again to everyone who loved on my last post. it was really scary for me to make that, but i did it and all of the interaction means the complete world!!!! i know that this is a very different fandom than the last post so i don't know how many people will see this but to any readers, i hope that you enjoy this!!! i worked super hard and got a bit tired towards the end so i hope you can forgive me if it isn't as detailed eyfvibu i wanted to do more but mannnn i am so tired. i didn't write lucio, as i will not be writing any lucio content on my page at all. mentions of him for story reasons and maybe if i ever write a fanfic, he'll probably show up but other than that, i will not be making any content of him at all. i am a proud lucio hater so if you want lucio content please go somewhere else. i just finished asra's route today, i got the upright ending and AAAAAAAAAA?????? I LOVE THEM SMMM SYFVIUBIOE!!!! asra is literally such a cutie patootie and i am so in love with him. i cannot deal with it. i have done muriel and julian's routes too, both with the result of the upright ending, and i plan to do nadia's next!!!! very excited and nervous to see what happens. nadia and portia may be a bit ooc, so apologies for that. i have yet to do their routes so i have yet to see their characters in action. very mildly proofread, so please forgive any errors. character banners were edited together by me! any and all requests/ideas for my next post are appreciated! i don't think i have anything else to mention so enjoy!!!!!!

divider credit: @isisjupiter

date started: 7:46PM, april 11th, 2024. date finished: 2:07AM, april 22nd, 2024.

wc: 3.9k

asra ♡ traveling.

i really struggled to find something for asra that suited, because they would honestly enjoy doing anything with you. it doesn't matter where you are or what time of day it is, as long as he has you by his side, then he's happy. and that is super evident in their route. and having just finished asra's route, i have been thinking; we all know that asra does a lot of traveling. and we all know that during those times, asra misses you terribly. they don't like being away from you for a long time, and as we go through asra's route, having all of these adventures and seeing so many new and cool places, we can see just how happy asra is to have you at their side. the joy shines through the screen, and i can feel just how happy he is to have you with him wherever you are. ergo, their favorite thing to do with you is to travel.

when the two of you started to travel together, asra was a bit nervous. he didn't know what to expect when you agreed to travel together without a destination in mind, and he was worried that somehow, some way, something would happen to you. what if you got kidnapped? what if you got hurt? what if you got sick? all sorts of thoughts were running through asra's head, but the more that they watched you grow and allowed you to take chances, the more that they realized that you would be okay. yes, any of those things could happen, but he is right there if you need him. they know that they will always be by your side to help you through any challenge, and care for you however you need it.

however, as the travels go on, he is reminded everyday that you are a strong, capable individual. they knew that before, of course, but seeing you solve all of the riddles and puzzles put in front of you, helping so many people and growing so much made it hit them like a truck. he was always too afraid to allow you to take chances before, in fear that you would get hurt. but they learned that if you didn't take chances, that you wouldn't grow. and the last thing that he wants is to stop you from being the best version of you that you can be.

so, they let you off of the leash. and just like a bird taking flight, you soared and took everything that came at you by storm. he watched you as you became braver, smarter, kinder and stronger. they always expected for you to be great, and they always had faith in you. he just needed to learn that in order to achieve that greatness, that he needed to let you do some things on your own. they needed to let you make your own mistakes and win your own battles, so that you could learn. and it was one of the best decisions that he's ever made. watching you become more independent and confident within yourself is one of the best feelings that they could ever be blessed to have. he feels so grateful that he is the person that you choose every single day, and no matter what, he will always choose you.

julian ♡ dancing.

at heart, julian is a romantic. almost every cliche romantic thing that you can think of, you have done with julian. picnics. karaoke, aquariums, painting classes, shopping, craft nights, not to mention all of the crazy adventures that you guys would get into together. every day, he wants to remind you why you fell for him, and in his opinion, keeping things lively is the best way to do that! above all, though, julian's favorite thing to do with you is to dance. he knew that you were a prodigy at dancing after the masquerade, but one night changes everything.

the two of you had actually taken dancing classes before this. you were actually the one who suggested it, and after teasingly accusing you of thinking that the two of you are horrible dancers, he agreed. he honestly didn't think that he could be more in love with you after that. you two went to the class, and julian could hardly ever tear his eyes off of you. the way that you moved was so naturally graceful, as if you had been a dancer your whole life. he most definitely showered you in attention and love after the class was over, and he knew that he had to arrange for the two of you to dance together more often.

oh but that night was not the night that he realized that this was his favorite thing to do with you, no no no no no. the night that he realized that dancing was his favorite activity to do with you was a night like many others; dinner at portia's. it was you, julian, portia and nadia, and you all decided to eat outside so that you could watch the stars. portia went into the cottage to check on the food, with nadia following close behind her, and julian figured that it was the perfect time to steal a sweet moment with you. so, he stood from his seat and knelt to one knee before you. with one hand on his chest and the other extended to you, he asked, "will you have this dance with me, my dear?"

you giggled and told him that there wasn't any music playing. what could you possibly dance to? oh how sweet you are. a chuckle symphonized from his chest, and he responded with, "oh my dear, we do have music." a gloved hand took yours and placed it over his heart, "right here." oh my gods, this absolute cheeseball. you playfully shoved his chest, moving backwards under the force but not falling onto his butt. he swiftly leans forward and takes the hand that shoved him, pulling you to your feet as he stood. one pair of hands intertwined while the others lay on your waist on his shoulder. you two started to sway together, as if you were in the masquerade. yes, you did technically dance at the masquerade, but julian wanted a more intimate experience. you didn't get to have a romantic ballroom dance thanks to the one we do not speak, and julian finds that absolutely outrageous!

your bodies glide beautifully amongst the grass and bushes, you take turns spinning each other around and laughing throughout. fireflies spring from the greenery wherever you set your feet, giving your figures a tender glow that julian found absolutely enchanting on you. after spinning through almost all of portia's front lawn, you find yourselves right back at group sitting spot. his arms have encircled your waist, keeping you close to him as your arms encircle his neck carefully. there are no long strides in this dance, no dramatic flair; just you and him rocking back and forth. his eyes stare into yours and his lips are curved into an adoring smile, as if by looking into your eyes, he could pour all of his love from him to you just through eye contact.

you mutter his name, he mutters yours, you lean in, and..portia pipes up. both her and nadia hold two bowls of soup, hot and ready. portia is mischievously smirking at the two of you while nadia admires your connection. julian tries to usher them away so that he can have more alone time with you, but you're quick to shut him down. begrudgingly, julian did, but all he could think about for the rest of the night was how beautiful you were dancing with him. your laughter singing into the air, the smile on your face, your gaze carving through the very core of his being. somehow, he was able to stay focused on the conversations that occurred that evening, but everyone, including you, could tell that he was going to be hung up on tonight for the next several weeks. when you got home, he was sure to steal a kiss from you later, and another dance.

nadia ♡ fashion shows.

ah, our beloved countess. at first, i planned on giving her shopping, seeing as her love language is gift giving, she would love to spoil the crap out of you with anything that you even glanced out. however, i wasn't happy with that idea. my boyfriend was actually the one who came up with the idea of fashion shows (hi vinny honey, i love you <3). he is such a freaking genius for this one bc OH MY GOSH YES. nadia has such beautiful taste in clothing, so she would absolutely love to host little fashion shows with you. she does like to share her clothes with her friends, but with you, it's special.

the original thought was you trying on nadia's clothes, and nadia trying on your clothes. nadia would feel like she is falling in love with you all over again if you tried on her clothes. all of the fabric would embrace you in such a perfect way, accentuating all of the things that she loves the most about you. gosh she would just be so head over heels,, she would clap every time you would walk out to show her what you chose, or what she selected for you because she just wanted to see you in it so bad. this woman is literally your number one supporter, she thinks that you are absolutely drop-dead gorgeous in everything that you choose to try on and cannot get enough of you in her clothes. she will shower you in compliments and praise of just how celestial you look, and it makes you super duper flustered because she just flatters you so much.

she also gets really shy when she tries on your clothes. all of her life, she has had the most expensive, well-made, stunning clothes that anyone could ever dream of. so, trying on clothes that do not fit under those categories is new to her. while she isn't used to not wearing the most lavish clothes to be found, she likes your sense of style and is always excited when you ask her to try on an ensemble of yours. what she worries about is what you think. she frets that you think it won't look good on her, if that isn't the farthest thing from the truth. when she walks out to you, you are in absolute awe of how beautiful she is. you already think that she can't get any prettier when she wears other outfits, but now this???? her in your clothes???? oh lord almighty you must be SAVED bc this woman has swept you off of your feet. she asks you what you think, and all you can do is walk up to her and smooch the ever-loving life out of her. you just love each other so much!!!!!

BUT WAIT, I'M NOT DONE. I HAVE MORE THOUGHTS.

when your group of friends have sleepovers at the palace, or when you all go out shopping together, it is unavoidable that you all will be having a fashion show where you all show off the clothes that you bought. nadia loves these so much because she gets to watch her friends all enjoy themselves and feel confident in their clothes, especially if she was the one who bought them. but with you, they just feel so different. to her, it is an intimate experience of being able to share your joy with one another. something that you value in your relationship with nadia is self-esteem, both yours and hers. not only do you both want to make each other feel good. but you also want to feel good within yourself. and nadia thinks that fashion shows are an important part of that. clothes are part of how one may express themselves and their identity, and that is something that nadia treasures. so, if showing off the clothes that you got is going to make you feel good about yourself, then she wants to be there to watch you. there is nothing more important to her than your happiness, and if going through outfit by outfit is what will make you happy, then so be it.

admittedly, she..also really likes to show you the new clothes she gets. when you first started dating, she was a bit nervous about it. she knew that you knew of her riches and lifestyle; it was lavish, and she only got the best of the best. she's the countess for crying out loud, so of course you knew that she was going to have everything that she wanted at her feet, even if it meant something that took literal years to find. but there was part of her that worried that you would see her money and think differently of her. she feared that you would judge her person based on her money, instead of the woman you fell in love with. when she told you this, you automatically reassured her that you wouldn't think differently of her at all. you would love her regardless of the amount of money she has, you told her. and this put her heart at ease, so she progressively became more comfortable showing off her wardrobe when you hosted your shows to each other. now, she doesn't hesitate to declare a fashion show after a shopping spree so that she can show you the lovely things that she got for herself. and every single time that you have one, you cannot believe that that is your girlfriend. you are just the luckiest person in the whole world to have someone like her, and she feels infinitely more lucky to have you.

portia ♡ watching the sunset.

this kind of feels like a given to me. portia is always talking about how she wants to sail the world and explore, both in the actual routes and in heart hunter. so sitting on the docks with you, watching the sun disappear behind the sea and talking about your dreams??? oh heck yes, count her in. she is really tired when she isn't working, so usually she spends her time trying to rest up and take care of things around her cottage. however, she wants to spend all of the time that she can with you. so, the two of you go on all sorts of lovely dates! shopping in the marketplace, teaching her about new herbs in the shop, seeing the new shows in the theater and heckling julian, all sorts of stuff!!!!! but portia's all time favorite part of your days together is when you go to the docks, take off your shoes, sit on the edge and talk while watching the sunset together.

portia has so many dreams, and so many things that she wants to do in her life. and she loves to tell you about all of them. she spends hours just ranting to you about all of the things that she wants to do, the places that she wants to see, the types of adventures that she wants to go on, and of course they all include you being there with her. oh gods you love listening to her,, every single word that she speaks are words that you carve into the stones of your memories. listening to her talk about her dreams is like watching the sun shine. greenery smiles under the glorious warmth and embraces her glimmer gratefully, her passion burns brightly and she is the most beautiful being in any realm to ever exist. she has no time to wonder if she's talking too much because she is far too focused on being with you, and loving every single moment of it. you truly hope that you are able to go on all of the adventures that she wants, so that you can experience every ounce of the world with her, until it all falls apart.

of course, she loves to listen to you. the time that you two spend at the docks is time to talk about anything that comes to mind, and she cannot help but adore you as you pour your heart out to her. when you speak of all of the things that you want to do before your time in this realm comes to a close, she watches and listens very intently. your voice to her is like a river, running smoothly through the canals of her mind and soothing the battering howl of her heart. her eyes twinkle with adoration as her elbow rests on her knee, her face leaning against her hand as she stares at you. everything that you tell her only makes her more excited for your future, because in your future, you include her. and that is all that she could ever truly want. you both truly love to listen to each other talk, not even just about your dreams, but about anything. even if it's something as small as dinner options or something that you saw at the market that you liked, you both love to hear anything and everything from each other. can you tell that the two of you are head over heels in love??

the first time that you sat at the docks together was a magical moment that portia will never forget. you two had just spent an amazing day together, and you wanted to rest by somewhere pretty before heading back home. so, portia suggested the docks to watch the sunset. you agreed, then took your shoes off and sat down. you conversed for hours, laughing and teasing each other. it is so obvious that you both are the other's favorite person to be around to everyone around you, you are both so comfortable with each other in the purest, most loving way. portia had taken her hair down, long curly locks of red flowing carefully down her back. as the sun caressed the ocean for a farewell kiss, the light made her look like she was a celestial being. freckled, pale skin bathes in orange, your own skin making you look just as radiant as she. you locked eyes with her, and all you could think about is just how much you love her. and her you, for she thought in that moment, that you were the most gorgeous person she had ever seen. she thinks that all of the time, but everything about that time was too perfect. your hands cupped her cheek, and her hands held your arms as you exchanged a beautifully passionate kiss. all of her love dumped into it as did yours, and it is something that portia will always remember. you two go to the docks a lot more to watch the sunset, and exchange plenty more kisses worth treasuring for the rest of your lives.

muriel ♡ nature walks.

OHHHHHH MURIEL!!! MY SHMOOPY POOPY DOOPY BEAR!! i love this man with all of my heart,, no one understands my love for him syufigubine. i didn't even have to think about this one, because i KNEW for a fact this our sweet boy would absolutely LOVE to go on nature walks with you. he isn't much of a people-person, so he doesn't really like going anywhere that crowds gather. which, in vesuvia, is a pretty hard thing to do, considering the fact that people are almost always out, doing something. so muriel doesn't like going anywhere where people are. the time that he spends with you is meant for you and you alone, not to be spent around a crap ton of strangers that push and shove and cram him into tight spaces. so anytime alone with you is time that he greatly cherishes. you had been wanting to find an activity that both you and muriel love doing that wouldn't make muriel anxious or uncomfortable, so you came up with the idea of nature walks.

when you brought it up to muriel, he accepted it right away. he would get to be around nature and spend time with you? that's all he ever really needs, honestly. he has been through the forest time and time again, he knows every crevice of it like the lines on his palms, yet when you went on your first nature walk together, everything about the forest seemed to change. the colors were brighter, the plants smelt richer, heck even the animals were out and about more when you two went out together. he didn't understand why, but it felt so much better being in the forest with you. you walked along and let the path take you wherever fate demanded. the sun peered through the leaves of the trees to allow life to breathe underneath it, the warmth of the day wrapping around you both like a blanket. he's gotten used to this forest after living in it for so many years, but with you, it felt like the most fascinating place to be.

he was a little worried because he figured that you would want to go out. not just to the forest, but to somewhere like the marketplace, the town square or even the rowdy raven. when he expressed his concerns, you reassured him that you didn't need to go out and do something. all you need is to be with him, and if this is the way that he is most comfortable spending time together, then so be it. you could walk all day, all night, for the rest of your lives in this forest together, as long as it meant that he was comfortable and happy. he smiled and thanked you for your reassurance, giving you a little kiss on the cheek before taking your hand and continuing your journey.

from that point forward, nature walks became a very regular part of your routine with muriel. it always starts with "wanna go on a walk?", and from that point forward, who knows what could happen. you two have found a lot of new things in that forest together. you've found lots of pretty flowers, greenery, rocks and animals that you didn't see before, new spots to relax in and even found little burrows and nests a couple of times!!! it's like a little adventure that isn't too far away from home, and muriel is more than happy to go on a walk at any time. it's almost always something new when the two of you go out together, and he thinks that that's what makes you so lovely. on most days, on his own, he wouldn't think twice about any of the things that you do. so, when you stop him to look at a pattern on a rock, or to admire a dandelion that you call a flower even though it's a weed, he takes his time to admire it with you, and he can't stop that sweet smile from curling onto his lips. seeing you in his favorite place is the most wonderful experience that he could ever ask for. he didn't believe that he was deserving of wonderful experiences before, but now that he has you, he wants to think differently.

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[nonbinary-throwdown]

Nonbinary Throwdown: Round 1

Propaganda for Asra Alnazar (he/him):

none given

Propaganda for Acht (they/them):

Acht is also known by stage name Dedf1sh. Most of Splatoon's music is diegetic and has in universe artists behind the songs. Acht/Dedf1sh is one of those artists. Green skin is because they were partly sanitized while stuck in the Deep Sea metro. Sanitation removes life from someone and turns them into kind of zombies that can be controlled. They are also one of the main characters in Splatoon 3's Side Order dlc, where their main job is to press buttons on an elevator. They also get to see Marina who they were friends with when they were in the Octarian army.

incredibly cool dj who not only got turned into a brainwashed zombie for a while (and has since recovered), but continued to pump out banger tunes the whole time regardless (which you both can and should listen to, if you're unfamiliar with how splatoon music works). i also think they have very good fashion sense.

imagine. you're me. you like splatoon. you're really into this one splatbands character, dedf1sh. since they're a splatbands character, you don't expect to ever properly see them ingame. lo and behold; splatoon 3 dlc side order gets a new trailer. there they are! they're in the game! they even have a real name in english now! you're expecting the inevitable she/her pronouns. ready to continue to headcanon she/they and call it a day. then a tweet comes out on the official twitter that uses they/them. then the dlc comes out: they/them. no sign of she/her. you're shocked. flabbergasted. your favorite character just became even more your favorite character. because not only are they cool as hell, they're canonically nonbinary. hell yeah.

Propaganda for Adjudicator Shrue (they/them):

Their character arc is soooo good. We need more pathetic non-binary representation. Vote Shrue!

[most-datable-datable-bracket]

ROUND 5 MATCH 4

Derek propaganda:

“Extreme hot take but Derek is the best OL1 love interest. He has the best and sweetest confession in the game. You play video games together. He seems reserved until you actually start dating and find out that he's actually just a gentleman who didn't want to be overly forward with someone he's not in a relationship with. He's a family man. You get to blatantly abuse your 'dating' privileges in front of his brothers. He's just so insanely sweet and caring and makes me wanna cry whenever I play his DLC.”

“- Impossible to dislike

- No, like, literally impossible. OL1 will allow you to be indifferent to it's two other LIs, Cove and Baxter but you actually can't pick that option for Derek. Game decided that You Will Be (at least) Friends With Derek

- This boy is so good!!!! He's a sweetheart and has your back in the best way and he's constantly doing his best to make sure the people around him (especially you) are happy

- This is also a complex flaw of his because he feels like he needs to be the best that he can be and to be worth something

- This both manifests in how he treats others (he's exceedingly well-mannered and does everything for others because he secretly hopes that someday someone will do the same for him) and his career prospects (he takes on excessive practice to get good at football/soccer so that he can potentially get a scholarship and become famous all so he can potenially feel like he's worth something. This is actually a major conflict in his Step 4)

- His DLC also has some of the best moments in the game

- He also has a family and they're also really good and you get to see a lot of them

- His dad is hilarious, his mom is gorgeous and their relationship is very cute

- Meanwhile, Derek's brothers are great. I wanna gush about them because I love them but also play Derek's DLC yourself!!! See how good they are for yourself!!!!

- I will say that these three have a really good relationship dynamic and the development it takes in the 10 years between when you first meet Jorge and Nico as little kids to Step 4 where they're adults (and a teenager, Nico is 16 in Step 4) is genuinely very well written

- If you're into the steamy stuff, Derek also has the best make-out session out of all of the boys

- He's also just. Very funny. This boy will invite you to a waterpark and then ask you if its a date so he knows whether or not it's ok to check you out in your swimsuit

- Or, if you aren't dating by that point (but you do want to to date him), the narration will note how he's trying so so hard not to check you out, he's just trying so so so hard

- Puppy dog face. Look at it. Tell me you can look at that face and not want to smooch him

- His confession is also the best, did I mention it's the best? Because it's absolutely the best one in the entire game

- He has a whole thing about having to confess to you on a ferris wheel and he's so committed to it that he actually avoided ferris wheels for a long time before this confession because he promised himself he'd do it the next time he went on one

- And then he went on one...and he literally doesn't confess when he does it because he lost track of time and he had to get off

- so he asks you to go on the ferris wheel with him again so he can actually confess this time

Just. Just vote for him!!!!”

“He's sweet, polite, and out-going and is always willing to put you first (sometimes too willing).”

“polite responsible jock u r NOT immune to this”

Asra propaganda:

“He GIVES AWAY HALF HIS HEART TO REVIVE YOU okay but like. He's the MCs roommate and they were together for a few years before the MC caught a plague and died and he obsesses over a way to bring them back before succeeding by making a deal with a god to trade half his heart for MC and betraying the emperor. And then when MC comes back but without any of their memories, he takes care of them and teaches them how to live all over again and he never asks for anything in return. On all the routes where you don't choose him he's really supportive and helps you out despite your history and overall he's just really nice and supportive of the MC and is their rock no matter what route you go down. Also he has a pet snake named Faust and I love her she's so <33 

Idk I just appreciate him so much”

"He gave you half his HEART!! He would literally go to hell and back for you!! He wants to take you on adventures all around the world—doesn’t matter where, as long as he’s by your side!! AND he’s nonbinary!!!"

[divinusurge]

SHIPPING GUIDE.

curious about shipping with asra or julian ? here’s a quick guide to their romantic preferences, ideal dynamics, & what kinds of connections tend to suit them best. this isn’t meant to limit creativity or connection, but to offer clarity for anyone curious about exploring something deeper with them. both of these muses are complex, tender, & sometimes messy, so having a sense of what suits them emotionally helps keep things fulfilling for everyone involved. format for this post is credited to crimestuck ♡

disclaimers :

asra & julian are both excellent at masking. they may come across as charming, self - assured, even effortless — but beneath all of that are very flawed, deeply human individuals. it’s easy to fall for the version they show first. if that changes once the mask begins to slip, that’s okay. not every ship has to last forever, & romance isn’t the end goal for every dynamic.

i genuinely appreciate when people express interest in shipping right away ! i love building romantic tension, exploring chemistry, & developing relationships from the ground up. just please know that it may not always go the way you imagined — these muses have their own emotional patterns & wounds, & they can surprise both of us.

i tend to invest more in ships with muns i’ve grown close to. the more we talk out of character, share thoughts, explore possibilities, or just vibe with each other, the easier it becomes for me to pour energy into the ship. i don’t need constant chatter, but mutual warmth & curiosity go a long way.

i’m happy to explore multiple ships or separate verses. if your muse is compatible with both asra & julian, or if we want to play around with different versions of a dynamic, that’s completely fine. we can always build unique relationships in different verses without overlapping them.

consent, patience, & flexibility are really important to me. ships take time to build, especially with characters who tend to pull away before they open up. i won’t force a dynamic to work, & i’d never expect you to either. if something doesn’t feel right, or you want to shift the tone, please just let me know. we’ll find what works best for both of us.

✧ asra —

best dynamics . . . slow burn / committed relationships ( a bond built over time, where trust isn’t expected — it’s earned. asra thrives in long arcs of emotional intimacy, where every touch means something & vulnerability is a slow, sacred unraveling. ), exes with lingering feelings ( the ache of something unfinished. a love that was real, but mistimed. they still dream of each other. asra never stopped loving them — but maybe he left anyway. ), arranged / fated soulmates ( a connection that feels destined — too intense, too familiar. this dynamic works beautifully when it explores fear of losing control, of being known too deeply too soon. ), enemies with emotional tension ( not aggressive enemies — but rivals, uneasy allies, people who shouldn’t fall for each other but do anyway. there's magic in the way they hate to admit they care. ), mutual pining / forbidden love ( especially with someone who shouldn’t love him back [ due to loyalty, power imbalance, duty ]. he aches in silence & tells himself that loving them from afar is enough. )

note : i think it’s important to state upfront that asra is not an easy muse to love, either romantically or platonically. he has incredibly tender qualities — he’s intuitive, affectionate, deeply protective, & emotionally intelligent in ways that can feel healing, but that doesn’t make him safe or stable. asra hides behind charm. he has mastered the art of being likable without actually being vulnerable. he avoids conflict like a reflex, disappears when things become too real, & struggles to express his needs in a direct or sustainable way. he would rather hurt himself than risk hurting you — but that still leaves you hurt. he wants to be known, yet fears what you might do with the truth of him. he is capable of being an incredibly loving & magical partner, but it requires patience & persistence. emotional intimacy takes time with him — & even once it’s offered, it comes in fragments. he has the capacity to ghost the people he loves most, not because he wants to lose them, but because he fears being lost himself. he will not beg you to stay. even if you are everything to him.

asra is a wanderer first & a lover second — though he would never admit how much that balance breaks him. he's spent most of his life caught between devotion & distance, so in his head, his ideal lover would be someone who is :

calm in the face of the unknown. someone who doesn’t flinch when the veil lifts. who doesn’t ask too many questions when asra speaks in riddles or leaves without warning. who trusts the way the wind turns before a storm & accepts that not everything has to be explained to be real.

emotionally intuitive. he dreams of someone who can read him the way he reads cards — gently, with reverence. someone who sees the cracks in his smile & doesn’t try to fix them, just sits with him until the silence feels safe again. someone who reaches for his hand without needing a reason.

quietly powerful. not loud, not showy, but steady. someone who doesn’t demand attention, but commands presence. asra is used to being the mystery in the room — his ideal match doesn’t need to match his flash, just hold their own with quiet certainty.

soft - spoken, but not passive. someone who can stop him in his tracks with a word, a glance, a touch. someone who can call him out with love & laughter instead of anger. he doesn’t want to be punished for his mistakes — he wants to be understood.

comfortably grounded. asra floats. always has. he disappears for days, weeks, sometimes longer. he’s always chasing something — an answer, a feeling, a dream he can’t name. he imagines his lover will be someone who brings him back to earth without chaining him to it. someone whose arms feel like home, not a cage.

magically attuned. not necessarily a magician, but someone who respects magic. who feels the pulse of the world around them. someone who doesn't scoff at fate or ritual, who believes that there’s power in names, stories, stars. someone who understands that magic is sacred — not just spectacle.

mischievous. he loves a little chaos. a lover who flusters easily, yes. — but one who teases back. who catches him off - guard. who makes him laugh at himself. someone clever enough to keep up with his games & tender enough to remind him why he plays them in the first place.

gentle with his heart. he’s lost too much already — his parents, his past, the person he once loved most. he wants someone who handles him like something fragile, not because he’s weak, but because he’s been broken before. someone who won’t demand all of him, but makes him want to give it anyway.

someone who stays. not forever — not even always. but someone who doesn’t vanish without a trace. someone who promises, " i’ll be here when you get back, " & means it. someone he can leave without losing.

a believer. not in gods, necessarily, but in him. someone who sees his devotion, his magic, his quiet ache — & believes he is worth loving despite it all. he doesn’t need to be worshipped. just seen. just chosen.

aesthetically, he’s drawn to beauty in strange places. asymmetry. freckles. eyes that look like storms. soft clothes, bare hands, a voice like dusk. he’s not looking for perfection — he’s looking for the divine hidden in the ordinary.

asra has no interest in controlling anyone, & he’s wary of anyone who tries to possess him in return. his heart is a wild thing — it stays only where it’s safe. he may flirt like a breeze, but love ? real love ? that takes time. patience. presence.

with men, trust is slower. not impossible, but delicate. with women & nonbinary muses, he’s warmer more quickly, often more emotionally open. but whoever they are, his ideal lover makes him feel less haunted & more held.

betrayal ? that’s the only unforgivable sin. he’ll mourn you. he’ll vanish. you won’t get a second chance.

he’s clingy in his own way — always touching, always watching, always leaving pieces of himself behind. his love is subtle but consuming. he wants to be missed. remembered. understood without needing to explain.

he doesn’t believe in soulmates — but he believes in something close. in connection across lifetimes. in the way some people just feel like yours. that’s what he wants. someone who, when he sees them, makes him think : " oh. it’s you. it’s always been you. "

✧ julian —

best dynamics . . . messy exes ( they tried, & maybe it even worked for a while — but things fell apart. yet, neither of them can stay away. there’s too much history, too much want. ), codependent love ( julian is deeply emotional & prone to self - sabotage. with the right partner, this can become a tragic, breathtaking spiral — especially if they feed each other’s instability. ), fake marriage / marriage of convenience ( he takes it too seriously too fast. maybe they were supposed to pretend, but he falls hard. awkward intimacy, accidental confessions, tension under every touch. ), committed love with gentle grounding ( someone who accepts all his flaws without trying to fix him. unconditional love that teaches him softness again. this is rare for him, but deeply healing. ), enemies with undeniable chemistry ( someone who challenges him, calls him out, sees through his charm — & still wants him. ), disaster duo ( they bicker constantly. they get blood on their sleeves. they’re each other’s bad habits, but somehow, it works. against all odds, they find something like loyalty in each other’s chaos. )

note : julian is, by nature, unstable. he is the kind of muse who offers his heart too quickly & then panics about what he’s done. he romanticizes everything & everyone, often to his own detriment — & once he decides he loves someone, he does so obsessively. there is no middle ground with him. it’s devotion or avoidance. everything or nothing. he struggles deeply with self - worth & guilt. that often bleeds into his relationships — he over - apologizes, overcompensates, & will spiral easily if he thinks he’s being rejected. he’s emotionally volatile when scared, & very reactive when he feels cornered or betrayed. his coping mechanisms are rarely healthy. he lies sometimes, & not always for good reasons. he is also deeply sincere, loyal to a fault, & constantly trying to be better, even if he fails. he wants to be loved well — he just doesn’t always know how to accept it. he can be clingy, defensive, possessive, dramatic, & self - destructive. but he can also be warm in a way that feels like sunlight after grief. he doesn’t always make things easy. but gods, he tries.

julian is many things — a war medic, a wanted man, & a hopeless romantic with a flair for melodrama. because of how he was raised, the things he's survived, & the guilt he’s spent years trying to outrun, his idea of who he’s " meant " to end up with is . . . complicated. in his head, his ideal lover would be someone who is :

graceful, poised, & always composed. someone who doesn’t panic when things go wrong — because with julian, they will go wrong. he imagines someone who can smooth over a tense moment with a single look or a well - placed lie. someone who makes him feel like less of a walking disaster by comparison.

he tells himself he’s a man of the people, but he’s shallow when it comes to aesthetics. drawn to beauty. loves being with someone who turns heads, who looks stunning under candlelight, who knows how to dress & how to use it.

he’s deeply flustered by soft people — gentle voices, caring hands, unwavering loyalty. he wants a partner who knows how to care for others, especially him, but he has no idea how to ask for it. so he romanticizes the idea of someone who just knows.

he also imagines they’ll be clever. not cold or harsh — just sharp. witty. emotionally intelligent. able to banter with him, throw him off - balance, keep him from sinking too far into self - loathing by calling him out in ways that make him laugh. he dreams of someone who can match his drama & survive it.

he thinks they’ll be someone who never truly needs him — but chooses him. someone who could walk away, who has options, but stays anyway.

ideally, he thinks they’ll be a healer too. maybe not literally, but someone who wants to help people. someone who understands what it means to carry others’ pain & sees that same weight in him. he romanticizes shared burdens. shared loneliness.

he has a soft spot for muses who’ve experienced loss. the grief, the quietness, the resilience — it all speaks to him. he wants to take care of them as much as he wants to be cared for.

he’s terrified of hurting the people he loves, so even in his own fantasies, he imagines his lover as someone strong. someone who can hold their own, who won’t shatter when he spirals. someone patient enough to love him through the worst of it — but not passive. he craves grounding, not coddling.

aesthetically, he leans toward muses who are put - together in ways he never manages to be. elegant. refined. like they belong somewhere he’s still trying to earn a place in. this stems from internalized shame — he doesn’t believe he’s good enough, so he builds fantasies where his lover is better, higher, something holy. if they pick him anyway, that means something, right ?

he has a very complicated relationship with trust. with men, he’s even pickier — it’s not about gender as much as it is about power & betrayal. his trauma makes him suspicious of other men’s intentions in a way he doesn’t always acknowledge.

muses with antagonistic personalities are interesting for him to banter with, but emotionally he gravitates toward tenderness. a slow - burn dynamic from reluctant allies to friends to lovers is a great workaround here — especially if there’s mutual protection & sacrifice involved.

he is not someone who forgets betrayal. he might not kill you, but the cut will run deep. he’ll mourn you like a death. maybe worse.

also — he’s dramatic. affectionate. clingy in private. he wants to be spoiled a little, told he’s good, held close at night. he doesn’t expect the princess treatment, but he melts for it every time.

all of this said : what he thinks he wants & what he needs aren’t always the same. but more on that in another post.