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arcales · 4 years ago

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Mmmmmmm maybe about the a headcanon of how they celebrate MC's birthday? If it isn't too much to ask ofc

Of course not! Sorry it took me a while, I’ve been really busy! Hope you enjoy :)

Asra:

Home-made cake! Faust is helping of course. Wrong ingredient!, She warns Asra, but he doesn’t care. Asra doesn’t believe in recipes

Whilst the cake is baking, he’s decorating the house. That means party hats for both him and Faust. If MC is asleep, he will try to put a party hat on sleeping MC. Other decorations include those “Happy birthday!” napkins and balloons

He got a gift for MC months in advance, because he saw it and just thought it was perfect. It was a drag trying to hide it from MC

Planned a very intimate party with only the closest people

After the party is over, Asra and MC have a cup of tea and talk about everything that’s happened thus far, and about wishes for the future. They end the day by cuddling in bed.

Nadia:

She desperately wants to have a small party, but since everyone expects a grand event for the countess’ partner, she organises a ball

She’s stressed. Like with the masquerade, she’s constantly being pestered about whichever exotic animal left the palace garden this time, or whether the decorations should be cherry or berry red. Preparing for this causes her to have less time with MC in the days leading up to their birthday. However, she makes sure to have a nice present for MC

The party ends up looking amazing, however. MC is impressed and is constantly complimenting Nadia, while she tries her best not to blush

Julian shows up out of nowhere and rushes them to the garden. Asra, Portia, and Muriel (and maybe Lucio?) are all there, a small picnic with food stolen from the main room set up. Nadia and MC sit with them, share stories, and have the best time of their lives.

In the evening, they return to their bedroom, play music and slow dance. Without the stares of hundreds of guests, it allows both of them to relax, and simply enjoy each other’s presence.

Julian:

Have you met Julian? He doesn’t plan ANYTHING. So MC has no idea if there’s anything planned, they only know Julian is coming over. The first surprise is Julian knocking on the front door, instead of using the window to break in as usual.

He takes MC out for a walk in the town. During the walk, he gets MC a lot of snacks (and, of course, the pumpkin bread) from the stands, as he and MC discuss going on a journey together! Julian suggests some of the places he’s been to, and they make up a whole route to travel around the world

They see Portia out and about, and she’s visibly annoyed with Julian for not planning a fancy day for MC. She ends up dragging them to Mazelinka’s house. Mazelinka threatens Julian with her spoon, this isn’t how I raised you!, but fixes her soup for all of them to enjoy. They spend hours laughing at childhood stories, and MC enjoys the atmosphere

To MC’s surprise, Julian actually did plan something for today. He takes MC to the theatre and tells MC they’re participating in a play together. MC knows the lines by heart because they thought they were helping Julian prepare for this. They’re taken aback a little, but end up agreeing. The show ends up being very fun, and the audience loves it

Some of the cast/audience invite Julian and MC to Rowdy Raven afterwards, where they end the night in a very high note.

Muriel:

Muriel expresses his love through actions. Especially for MC’s birthday, he makes them breakfast in bed, and decorates the tray with freshly picked flowers as well. The night before, he made a flower crown for MC, which he puts on them without a word. He also made matching bracelets.

“Are you okay, do you want anything?” He wants the day to be perfect, and MC has to remind him they already have everything with Muriel and Inanna here. Muriel finally relaxes a little, then smiles. They go to the hot spring, and spend some time splashing water at each other, talking, and kissing

Asra comes over over to the hut to take them to MC’s shop, where friends have gathered. Since he’s grown a little more comfortable with everyone, he’s happy to do this. At the small party, Muriel opens up and expresses his adoration for MC. MC won’t have that be it, so they compliment Muriel as well. Everyone joins in, and talks about how both MC and Muriel have changed, and how happy they are for them

The discussion takes a turn where everyone asks them when they’ll get married. Before MC can give a flirty reply, Muriel blushes, gets up and says “We’re leaving.” Amused with Muriel’s shy nature, MC just laughs, thanks everyone for coming and excuses them both. On the way to the hut, Muriel stops, and tells MC again that he loves them. He also reassures that, if that’s what MC also wants, he’d love to marry them.

MC is blushing now too. They have a discussion about the topic, and decide what feels best for them. Either way, they’re happy they communicated their feelings, and back at the hut, they sit by the fire, and cuddle with Inanna. They fall asleep tangled together.

Portia:

Portia has been so excited for this day, she kept telling everyone about it. Yes, Pasha, I know it’s MC’s birthday, groaned Julian. She ignores this and reminds him about three more times

She took a day off as well, and when Nadia found out why, she had a new outfit for Portia made so she can impress her partner even more. At home, she baked a cake, and some muffins. And also prepared a three course meal. Is it enough?

Pepi is also excited, as she sees Portia running around trying to set everything up. She organised a small gathering for lunch, but wants to have one on one time with MC later

When MC arrives, Portia gives them a big hug, and immediately gives them their gifts, as she can’t wait anymore. During the meal, Portia can’t stop gushing about MC, and re-telling stories about their adventures

Once they’re alone, Portia and MC go to the docks, rent a boat and spend hours at the sea. They don’t go too far, but just enough to feel like they’re on a big adventure. Exchanging deepest wishes and feelings, they grow closer than ever, and Pasha doesn’t stop grinning for days

Lucio:

Even though he loves MC immensely, he probably forgot their birthday was so soon. In the state of panic, he buys anything and everything he thinks MC would like

But he forgot the cake. Oh god he forgot the cake. He’s up early in the morning, cursing at the poor attempt at the cake he’s made. It wakes MC up, who sees Lucio begging the oven to make the cake better. They laugh, and offer to teach Lucio how to make a cake

Lucio is pouting, this isn’t how I wanted today to go, but gives in. It ends up being a very fun experience for both of them, and when it gets out of the oven, Lucio stares at the cake as if it’s a new-born baby

MC and Lucio eat, barely able to resist giving cake to Mercedes and Melchior. The floofy good boy and girl can’t eat cake, it’s bad for them. Afterwards, Lucio reveals the huge amount of presents he has for MC, and watches excitedly as MC opens each and every one of them

In the evening, they go for a walk to the field to watch the stars. They look back on the many things they’ve experienced together, and express how excited they are for the future

I hope you enjoyed this! It was fun writing this

#the arcana #the arcana headcanons #asra alnazar #nadia satrinava #julian devorak #Muriel #portia devorak #lucio #headcanons #The Arcana Game

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pseudofaux · 4 years ago

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1/2 Pseu, the last couple Slings I rq’ed some dirty talk & MA’AM did u deliver. But I realized I never thanked/gave feedback like a dummy so here I am! They were so so SO good (fenrir esp & SIRIUS?! 😳 woof), pls dont doubt ur DT writing skills bc they were all so hot, /very/ in character (I could practically hear Kyles!) & beautifully written to boot. Ur prose has so much personality, it is such a joy to read <3 & I have def read those pieces. many. times. I just want to thank u & apologize for asking u 2 go out of ur comfort zone. When I get the chance I will def tip u for the trouble (& commission if im brave enough lol)

Thank you so, so much for this! I really appreciate hearing that the dirty talk worked for you, that’s the best. When other writers do that right it GETS ME FEELING, so knowing that might be true outward as well is!!! a lot and very cool! But if you are this nice to me I will CRY. 🥺💙💙💙 SO LET’S GET TO THE GOOD SH*T, I am so glad you asked for this because Faust is one of the best characters to get n a s t y with, the holier the man, the, uh... holier our holes? Something like that? ANYWAY:

CW: degrading language (”whore”, “slut”), sadism, some sacrilegious thinking regarding Jesus’ crucifixion (this is quick and about related imagery, but I’m putting it in the warnings just in case), depravity in a church. If any of the stuff in the ask squicks you out, keep yourself safe and turn away. 💙

(Requests are open through May 1 if you would like to get one in, dear reader!)

“A whore in my chapel,” he muses. It’s so soft, his voice is so very soft, it makes the words feel funny in her head. She knows they are lashes but they feel like petals, and when her eyes close it is not to hide from the words but to shut out everything except his voice so she does not miss any others. She wants everything he has to say. She wants anything he has to give her. All the thorns of the crown, every scrape of the doubter’s spear slicing through the flesh of her belly. Simply knowing him—as though there were anything simple about it— has warped her. That’s why she stepped through the doors into the dim chapel, lit more by moonlight than the sparse candles at the altar.

He tilts his head as he considers her. She is just beyond the threshold and she is just deciding she should beg him to let her stay when he moves closer.

“Open,” he says, but he is pulling at her mouth with one gloved finger as he begins talking so she has no chance to obey on her own. She wants to! Why is he taking that from her? She leans forward as though it will help her anticipate his next request sooner.

She is not prepared at all for him to grab her by the chin or come so close. Her heart knows the joy of an entire flock of freed birds when she thinks he is going to kiss her. There has never been a time when she blinked so fast in her life—

He comes close enough for warmth, but not touch. He spits between her open lips. “Move that around with your tongue. Get the filth out of your sluttish mouth,” he tells her. She is beyond shocked but she does as he says. It should be revolting to have someone else’s saliva in her mouth like this, but she is so gone for him she doesn’t even want to swallow, wants to keep that piece of him mixing with her, safe and warm. When he takes a step back and lets go, she falls to her knees with her palms up like some kind of penitent. She doesn’t mean to. It just feels right.

She could be in a comfortable bed right now, instead of on the unswept floor of a chapel, all her worshipful inclination aimed away from the altar and toward a very dangerous man. Will her foolishness mean they find her in a ditch somewhere... Will they find her at all? Or will he send her back on unsteady feet with her own juice tickling her legs as it travels from her core to the ground? She can’t fathom what will seem most cruel to him, what he’s most likely to do.

That’s not really a part of her interest. She’s not sure she could explain the interest if she tried, but it is the full shape of her heart now, and directs her nighttime steps to him no matter what her brain tells her otherwise. If she knew where he was during the day, she would try to find him then, too. Her comfortable bed is nice but it does not make her blood sing like he does. The pain he gives, and his presence, those are things she has come to need.

And he fulfills those needs. He’s generous with pain and he is always there when he gives it to her. She nearly swoons to the floor thinking about it, and only the thought that she might lose out on time with him keeps her upright and dutifully swirling his spit in her mouth.

“Get up, imbecile,” he says, and he points further into the chapel! She is being invited even more inside! She could weep! “Lean back against that pew. You’re not even worthy of kneeling in this place.”

She’s not. Somewhere in her there is a heart that is kind and good, and a person who tries to do her best, but the moment she left the mansion to come here she was guided only by selfish lust. It’s what makes her stand up so fast. She doesn’t even know what he will do if she manages to please him... so far she has only experienced his sharpness, and it has worked to hook her as surely as a fish.

Her feet are moving but she is lost in an imagining that he is piercing the side of her mouth when he shouts “Swallow already!” at her, and it makes her jump. It also makes her so, so happy that he was paying so much attention. Every echo of his rage is like choir music. She swallows immediately. In her rush her throat betrays her and she feels like she will choke, but before she can stop herself she coughs and then keeps trying to clear her windpipe. His hand is on her upper arm and he shakes her like a rag doll. It does not help, but it feels like a dance.

Faust grits out “Get. Over there.” and she gets, still coughing. It is uncomfortable and her eyes are watering but she longs for him more than air and he let go of her arm when he pushed her toward the pews. So her steps are sad ones.

She puts her back and her hands onto the curve of the pew. It’s wide, smooth wood beneath her. The sturdiness brings her head down from the clouds in time to hear the slide of the book bundle he has kicked toward her, just in time to move her ankle out of the way. He laughs and mutters something she can’t hear. She tries very, very hard not to pout about it.

“I don’t have all night,” he says flatly. “Put your foot up and show your sin to me.”

It’s a scramble to comply-- should she hold up her skirt first or put a foot on the books and then raise the fabric?-- but her body just moves, eager to comply. This is why she’s here. As much as for him, she is in this chapel for what only he can do.

He rolls his eyes as she wads up her skirt in her hands. Her stockings can’t be clean after that time on the chapel floor, and there is no way her underwear is without a telltale patch of lust, not with the way all his power has been pooling between her legs since before she even touched the other side of the chapel doors. When he steps close she can actually feel a tiny but undeniable gush of arousal slipping out of her so easily it might as well be her self-control. It’s mortifying. She hopes he sees.

Then he is close, close enough for one of his hands to slip behind the leg that goes straight to the ground and stroke it, which makes her bite back a moan. She has to clench her teeth shut just to withstand the gentle contact without falling over. When he pulls her leg up, her knee rests beside his hip and she begins to shudder so hard she fears she will convulse.

“Stop that this instant,” he hisses, and his fingers dig into the back of her thigh so hard all that gently-stroked flesh is too stupid to feel the hurt right away. It comes to her quickly, though. She bites back another sound, something more vulnerable.

He watches her, then leans in beside her ear. “You put your foot on a stack of bibles in a church,” he whispers to her, every syllable touching his teeth the way she wishes he would touch her. “And you spread your legs like you think someone wants to see your mess.” He makes the most derisive, delicious noise, and her eyes roll so far back into her head it nearly hurts. More words, more words, please...

He takes her by the chin again, and when he lets go of her leg she knows she needs to keep it exactly where it was, no matter how precarious this makes her balance, while his hand comes up to slap her face. “You don’t tell me one wretched thing, slut,” he enunciates carefully. She did not even realize her thoughts had become words. She quickly tries to apologize and he slaps her other cheek.

“Shut up,” he says, syrup sweet, and slides his hand back under her thigh. It’s the exact tone of a bully. She shuts up. She shudders, too, from the way it seeps into her and makes her warm all over.

He lets go of her chin and pulls the front of her underwear into his fist. He keeps pulling until the soft, well-laundered muslin digs at the back of her hips and her sex at the same time, right up against the tender flesh of her holes, and makes her yelp. He must have measured his strength exactly, she hears the snap of two threads but the fabric holds. He could rip it from her with ease. Why is he not doing that? He gives the muslin just a little slack, then pulls it even tighter and she feels like a marionette, all her limbs out of her own control. Were it not for her hands on the back of the pew, she would be a mess on the floor instead of a mess barely standing

Faust growls, “Be still, sinner-- and keep this leg up-- or I’ll make it so much worse.”

She keeps the leg up without his hand beneath it. She will never again doubt the existence of miracles.

He pulls the soaked fabric aside, pulls back his newly freed hand, and slaps her right on her slit without any preamble. The shock of the hit is gold and white-blue behind her eyes, and her sob is ugly, an animal’s sound in a place meant for prayerful people. He says nothing as she whimpers through the hurt of every little ripple of post-pain, the way the tingles stay focused on the flesh that took the hit. It feels like a scorch on both sides of her sex that she cannot escape; how appropriate that inescapable he put that feeling on her, in her.

Belatedly she realizes that she did stay still, and that calms her spirit, strokes her in time with his thumbs on the inside of each thigh. High like heaven. Soft as a dream. He may even be shushing her tenderly instead of telling her to be silent, but she is so delirious she cannot be sure. She can feel the way she is even more wet, because the slickness makes the burn better. Not in a healing way, in a way that clarifies the precious, god-given sharpness he provides. She is sinful and filthy and so far below worthy of his touch, but he does touch her, he talks to her and touches her, and when Faust does those things she feels very holy. There is a silence in her soul that makes it a little easier to ignore the way her body is screaming from pain and desperate want.

The slap hurts. It takes her a long time to come down from the pain and the heat. But when she is silent, he sneers and stops stroking her thighs, and then he does it again.

#ikevamp faust #ikevam faust #ikevamp fanfiction #ikevam fanfiction #dt nonny (bless you)#WHEW OKAY i do not smoke but I may need to go chew some gum

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ikevamp-shrine · 5 years ago

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Can u do another headcannon/scenario thingy of the boys hold/see their child for the first time but with Leonardo, Arthur, and Isaac. If u can’t I understand

Of course I can. Thank you for asking.

Anyone who would like to ask me to write something for them are more than welcomed to ask. Just make sure you say whether you would like a headcannon, fic, or drabble. Also please include what characters you would like to me to write for.

I only do Ikevamp. (That does not include Vlad, Charles, and Faust because I cannot read Japanese, so therefore literally have no knowledge on them)

Characters: Leonardo, Arthur, Isaac

Warnings: birth

Leonardo

when he was told he was going to be a father he couldn’t have been more ecstatic, even if there was always a worry about how his vampiric side would effect the child emotionally and physically

he was napping in a random hallway after becoming too tired from walking from the library to his room when his s/o started screaming bloody murder

when it was time to start pushing he was suddenly attacked by a flurry of fist from the laboring woman and all he could do was stare wide eyed at her fury

after being attacked he had slipped behind her shaking body, her back to his chest, and held both of her hands in his own and helped coach her through the contractions

constantly whispered how beautiful she was in her ear

“you’ve got this cara mia, I believe in you”

when the child’s cry pierced the air he felt his whole body relax with relief

holding the tiniest child he had ever seen in his arms and staring in to that said baby’s bright golden eyes was the straw that broke the camel’s back

basically- he was a complete goner

can you say protective daddy to the max?

“we’re going to learn so many new fascinating discovers together little one”

Arthur

he was out in the city running a pregnancy craving food spree when his s/o went into labor

he didn’t know what was telling him to return home, but he listened to his gut and practically moved at light speed to get back with the food in bags in his hands

it was like all hell broke loose when he was gone

when he found his laboring momma, men were running around like a chicken with their head cut off, clothes were thrown all over the walls and floors, bed covers where in the bath tub, there was a broken vase pushed to the side, and in no way, shape, or form did Arthur want to know what was huddled in the corner

quickly he had jumped into action, his doctor side pushing its way out, and started to yell out orders

“Towels, blankets, warm water, surgical tools, pillows, and somebody get Vincent out of here before he contaminates the area with his puke!”

the birth was tricky and many times Arthur felt like breaking down at the thought that his love could be just like so many other women he had tried to help give birth, only for both the child and mother to die.

but he refused to stop working for even a moment, for his s/o needed him, and he was not going to allow neither the child or the mother to die, if they did he would have followed them to the after-life

he was the first one to hold the child (being the doctor and all) and the screams of the child sounded like music to his ears

they would both live

the child was so warm and he felt that warmth pierce his heart and grasp the beating organ, refusing to let go

“I bought your pickles luv”

Isaac

he was freaking terrified

he was with her when all of a sudden water gushed from her lady bits wetting the carpet below and the leg of his pants after a few “phantom contractions” (not real contractions his butt) wetting the carpet below and the leg of his pants

‘they’re fine’ she had said, ‘it wasn’t time yet’ she had told him. Yeah right.

the time to push came faster than what he would have calculated because soon he had found himself holding one leg and one hand of his s/o having a perfect view of the window the child would push its ways through

he could have sworn he looked death in the eyes during the birth

it was absolute madness

the laboring woman continued to spout curses and threats his way while (what he assumed) purposely trying to break his hand, saying how “this is all your fault” and he quotes, “you are never sticking your dick in me ever again!” (he about cried at that one)

he had felt his soul leave his body when the child’s head started to show

he would never admit it but he had threw up in his mouth and almost passed out on the floor many times

but all the terrifying moments, threats, curses, broken bones, and throw up was all worth it in the end when he had heard the child cry

Isaac was an only child with no father figure growing up so he had no idea what to do when he was handed the whimpering child

but when the baby, his baby, took hold of his finger and started chewing on it, it was like a rush of adoration and protectiveness washed over him causing him to relax from his awkward and uncomfortable position

“Do you think they’ll like apples too, Arthur?” “Well if they are anything like their father I would assume so, Dazai.” “My child was just born and you two are already bullying them?”

#ikemen vampire #ikevamp #ikemen series #ikemen vampire leonardo #ikevamp leonardo #ikemen vampire arthur #ikevamp arthur #ikemen vampire isaac #ikevamp isaac #ask #ask me things

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kwinnieppang · 4 years ago

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[𝐋𝐚 𝐕𝐢𝐞 𝐄𝐧 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞]

𝐋𝐚 𝐕𝐢𝐞 𝐄𝐧 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞

-𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬

𝑳𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒉 𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒀/𝒏 𝒇𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒃𝒆𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒅.

"𝑳𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒐𝒍𝒅! 𝑾𝒂𝒊𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒆!"

"𝑰 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒉! 𝑾𝒉𝒚 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖?!"

No one P.O.V.

Leopold and Y/n sat on the bench under the big tree. A strong wind gushed the tree, the leaves and the flowers fell down and flew away in the air.

They flew to where the two of them are. There is one petal that fell to Leopold's head. Y/n looked at Leopold and laughed before picking the petal from his head

"What is this? A present for me?" Y/n said in a teasing manner.

"No, it just fell to my head, I've got no present for you" Leopold laugh, Y/n pouted and then look away.

"Hmmph! Meanie!" Y/n crossed her arms like a child.

"What's wrong with you...?" Leopold hissed. Y/n only laughed and then clapped her hands without any reason.

Y/n felt that Leopold can protect her from Yuno. She felt comfortable with Leopold, his aura is made her feel calm. Different from Finral, sometimes Y/n felt uncomfortable but sometime she also feel comfortable.

Maybe she is feeling comfortable because Finral accepted her. The uncomfortable side is, Finral is a famous boy, maybe the other girls can get jealous with Y/n and plot something for vengeance.

"Can we skip lessons again for tomorrow?" Y/n asked.

"No... You can't"

"Why?"

"Because you need to study, don't you dare skip classes to have fun, Y/n!" Leopold poking Y/n's forehead.

"F-Fine..."

Leopold pulled his hand and hid it behind his pants pocket. There are some petals falling to Y/n's palm. It's like a romantic date, a sunny day with fresh air, making everything felt warm.

"About Yuno... Sometimes he is possesive if he wants something" Leopold starts talking about Yuno.

"Eh?" Y/n turn her head with quickly and look Leopold.

"You don't need to be scared... You're lucky to be honestly, he is a cool boy... Girls want to be noticed by him but he only noticed you" Leopold stare at Y/n. There is Y/n's reflection on Leopold's eyes.

"But i don't want him to notice me" her e/c orbs flashed a shining reflection.

"Who knows?" Leopold answered shortly.

Y/n turned her head and looked down with a sad expression. She squeezed Leopold's pants and skin a little. That made him slightly squeaked, Y/n pulled her hands away, looking at Leopold. They both had a little argument because of a small thing.

On the building inside the classroom on the second floor, someone watched them from the window.

"What a cute couple..." He smirked.

Timeskip-After School :

Some of them are going to the dorm and some went back home. Y/n is walking alone to her house, it is not too much far away from the school. But then, someone tapped her shoulder. Y/n stopped and turn her head to look at who is tapping her.

It's a boy, he is tall and has pretty light blue eyes, his hair is tied to the back in a ponytail. He is wearing the same school uniform as Y/n. Nacht Faust, a 3rd year in Y/n's school. Sometimes, he closed his eyes and put on a happy little grin.

"Are you going home?" He asked.

"Yes, my house is over there..." Y/n pointed her finger to the alleyway.

"Oh~Same, me too, i live in the same alleyway with you, let's go together, shall we?" He walked first, Y/n following him behind.

"Wait...!" Y/n chased after him so she can walk beside him.

"You're a first year student, right?" He asked while smiling.

"Ye-yes..."

"How's your day? Is it amazing or not?"

"Maybe yes... Maybe no" Y/n look down, Nacht only let out a chuckle.

"My name is Nacht Faust, i'm from 3-A, how about you?"

"Y/n L/n... I'm from 1-B"

"You are quite smart... Aren't you?"

Nacht stopped because he is already at his house. He live a few houses from the h/c-haired girl. Y/n still need to walk a little from Nacht's house to reach her own. They said goodbye to eachother and Nacht went inside to his house. Y/n continued her way to her house.

Y/n just met another senior, she thinks that Nacht is attractive. She starts to wonder if she can be with him or not.

Teenage love story as usual, Y/n is like the main character. But then, instead of having a boyfriend, it's more better to study. She let out a heavy sigh and went to her house.

"I'm back~" Y/n always greeted her mom before she left the house and when she returns home.

"Welcome home~How was your first day?" Her mom asked.

"Great! I have some friends now! But... There is something weird but I'll tell you later" Y/n gave her a disappointing look, what she meant is Yuno.

"Butttt, there is a senior who lives close to us here too! His name is Nacht Faust"

"Nacht... Great" Her mom smiled and then continued cooking for dinner.

"Ah! I will tell you everything later, i need to do something first! Bye" Y/n ran up the staircase to her room.

Y/n took a shower, wore a fresh set of clothes and went down for dinner. Her father isn't home yet so she will eat with her mom. Maybe this is her chance to ask about his father's job to her mom. She sat on her chair and started eating her food.

"Mom, what is my father's job?"

"Your father? Uhm... I don't know what should i say..." Her mother said, trying to avoid her question.

"Huh?"

"It's no matter what is your father's job, as long as you are happy and we have money to pay for what do you needed, that's fine." Her mon patted her head.

Y/n only pouted and then look away. She is not satisfied with the answer and continued to eat. Why is everybody hiding about her father's job? Why does her own father never tell her about his job? Why are her friends also hiding it from Y/n if they knww what is her father's job? In the end, Y/n doesn't know anything about her father or her family.

Timeskip - tomorrow

Y/n went out from her house and walked around for a little. She stopped and saw Nacht saying goodbye with his father, that made her smiled. She came to Nacht and then pushed him from behind.

Nacht widen his eyes and looked behind him to find her pushing him. They laughed and then walk together to the school.

This is her second day at the new highschool. She gained a new friend, Nacht Faust, who lives near her. Maybe the two of them would meet often. Nacht and Y/n walk to school together, the students who saw them started teasing them. They were whispering about the two of them being a couple. You know, tacky teenage days.

"Hey, do you mind with the rumor if we are dating?" Y/n asked him.

"No, well it's not problem for me"

"Then, let's walk together! Ehmm... Sometimes i feel lonely if i'm walk alone, maybe... You can help me send the lonely feeling away from me!" Y/n pointed her finger to Nacht.

"Sure, why not? Besides, we are friends, right?" Nacht put on his iconic close eyed smile.

"Great!" Y/n did a victory pose and then she walk first, leaving Nacht behind.

"Wait, you are so fast!" Nacht walk more faster so he can walk beside her.

Nacht and Y/n, they just met yesterday and now they are so close. They looked like a family but sometimes looking like a couple. Nacht is like her big brother, but he is not. He is also don't know what should he say, what he wants. Nacht is kinda mysterious in the school.

Behind them, there is Yuno who watching the two of them. He felt jealous because Y/n is with another boy. But then he still put his cold expression. He doesn't too much show his emotions because he think it's idiotic to show emotions. Some of girls who walk passed him, praising his face and fangirled over him. But, Yuno doesn't care about them and still watched Y/n.

A strong wind blew and the leaves flew about everywhere. The flowers started flying away and separate as a petal. Y/n caught one of them and smiled. If only something bad happen, all she wants to remember is when she is with her friends. Y/n looked at Nacht, maybe she can believe Nacht for now. Nacht is still has his iconic close eyed smile on.

Someone grabbed Y/n's hand from behind. Making her stopped and turn her body to that person. Yuno is the one who stopped her, his face is very handsome. Y/n blushed upon seeing Yuno's face. Nacht stopped and look at Yuno.

"Let's go, together" Yuno said. Y/n still looking at him with her eyes widened.

"Huh...?"

𝐋𝐚 𝐕𝐢𝐞 𝐄𝐧 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞

-𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬

#asta #yuno #blackclover #blackcloverfanfic #fanfic #finral #langris #nacht #noelle #vanessa #xreader #yandere #bcl

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sandpumpkin · 5 years ago

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A Rescue mission

I’ve been sitting on this idea FOR AGES. Wrote it up tonight XD

FT the new Baroque works

Tagging: @one-piece-dumpster-fire for sandpumpkin content

“So where is this island exactly?” Hana asked, following Bon Kurei off the ship and onto a shady looking harbour not just full of pirate ships but merchant ships too “I didn’t see it on the map.”

“It’s not any map. It’s an underground hub.”

“oh..Right..if that’s the case..why did I see a marine ship?” she questioned, pointing to a navy ship nestled between two merchant vessels.

“That doesn’t matter,” came Crocodile’s deep voice, joining them on the dock “Do not wander off.” he ordered looking down at her sternly.

“Yes sir.” she smiled, making sure to keep behind him and next to Bon Kurei. “So why are we here?” she asked quietly,

“Faust needed some..medical things..” Bon whispered “That’s all I know. We’ll probably get some extra weapons and things whilst we’re here too.” Hana nodded and glanced around as they headed into the town which slowly got busier and more crowded. It was a hive of activity. A bustling black market, selling all sorts of sordid things.

Through the crowds Hana spotted a large tank and was curious to the animals within. Her heart sank like a rock when her eyes gazed up a large bananawani curled up in the tank with no space to move at all, in a much tank beside it were several smaller bananawani and atop that a large egg in a basket.

Drawn to the large bananawani she placed a hand against the tank “you poor thing.” The reptile looked down at her wearily.

“Hey! What are you doing?!” Hana jolted at the sound of someone shouting and tensed when a tall marine grabbed her shoulder “That's property of the Celestial Dragons.” he snapped, shoving back.

“T-they need a bigger tank-” Her words were met with a violent shove which sent her flying backwards, placing her hands on the ground to push herself back up. The marine stamped on her hand twisting his heel as he leered down at her

“Be thankful I don’t cut that hand off.” he picked her up by the scruff of her neck and shoved her away making her stumble again the crowd that had gathered parted enough for her move through “Just chuck a cover over it, we’ll move it in the morning.” she heard the marine order,

Tomorrow.

She hurried through the crowd and spotted Bon Kurei waving at her and behind him Crocodile who did not look pleased. Clutching her hand she made her way towards them, quickly hiding her hand behind her back when she approached them

“Sorry..I got swept away with the crowd..” She glanced up to meet Crocodile’s icy cold stare and looked back down at her feet in shame. He had asked her one thing and she messed up again.

“Bones, take her back to the ship.” Crocodile ordered sharply, turning away from her.

“Yes boss.” Daz guided her away from the group. He looked down at her nursing a bloody hand “don’t let boss see that.” She nodded and quietly followed him back to the ship.

“It’s fine. You can go back to Crocodile now. I won’t leave the ship.” she said, offering him a weak smile. Daz patted her head and left her on the empty ship.

Once Bones was certainly out of sight she hurried to the workshop to borrow a few tools and headed straight to her room. To plan.

Hana was absent from tea that evening, she was probably lost in her sewing again. Bon Kurei went to check on her armed with her portion of food. Knocking on her door, hearing a response he poked his head in.

“Hana-chan, I brought your dinner.”

“Bon-chan! Great timing! I have something for you! Could you call Bones as well please?” she said, accepting the food from him. Tilting his head curiously and hurried off to collect Bones. By time he had returned she had finished her food and was sitting waiting for them. “I need your help.” She stated simply. The pair looked at each other and that wasn’t what they were expecting.

“With what?” Bon Kurei questioned, watching her move to the wardrobe

“Do you remember when we spoke about the Baroque Works? Well-” she pulled out two long jackets. One pink with swan feather pauldrons and the other black sleeveless with gold trip and a hood with the words ‘supa’ embroidered on the back “These are for you two,” she handed them the respected jackets. “Bon-chan I made you swan princess tiara too.” She placed a white feather crown on his head and smiled brightly. “Oh, Bones, yours has a hood which is also a mask.”

“What’s this for?” Bones frowned, what was she planning. It was then they both noticed her own outfit. An orange romper with a jack o'lantern face on the front, an orange cropped jacket with wide sleeves, a black sash tied in a large bow at her side, odd coloured socks and a pumpkin sat at a jaunty angle on her head.

“I just need to borrow you both for like an hour tops..please.” she said looking up at him hopefully, her hands clapped together pleadingly. “I made up superhero pins and everything.” she added, holding out the pin with a small sword on it. Sighing deeply, Bonez changed his jacket and accepted the pin. Bon Kurei had already changed his coat and was spinning happily. “Thank you!! This will be our first mission as the new Baroque works.” she grinned excitedly. She handed Bones a duffle back which was oddly heavy. “Come on. Lets go now. Croco-chan is in the bath. So he won’t notice us gone.” she said opening the door for them. Hurrying them off the ship and back towards the town which had quietened down now. Just a lot of drunken sailors and no one was paying them any mind.

“Okay here we are.” she stopped in front of a huge covered stall and the sheet off to reveal the bananawani. Turning back to the pair who were standing with their jaws huge open.

“Those are bananawani.” Bon pointed out. Hana nodded turning around to set her hand on the glass

“They need to be free.”

“They’re going to eat you.” Bones added flatly.

“I’m going to free them!” Hana said turning back to them her hands balled into fists “They need to be free!” Bones sighed, they were here now and she wasn’t backing down.

“What exactly are you planning to do?”

“Well you are going to carry the big tank to sea, Bon-chan will carry the baby tank and I’ll get the egg.” she explained, handing Bon Kurei a white sparkly eye mask to go with his crown and she put on an orange one. “Go team!”

Bones lifted the tank with ease and took the lead down to the small beach he had seen earlier. The other two followed suit. Once all the items were down safely on the beach. Hana took the bag she had given to Bonez earlier and produced a pair of bolt cutters. Bonez didn’t bother with slicing the lock off with aid of his devil fruit power.

“You know. I forgot you could do that.” she chuckled as she pushed the lid open letting the water spill out into the ocean, the big bananawani flowing with it.

The reptile splashed around in the ocean before looking back at them expectantly. “Of course your babies.” Struggling with the bolt cutters Hana freed the smaller bananawani who were a little more frightened to leave their tank.

Develing into the bag she had brought, she pulled out a large tupperware box of meat and made a little trail down to the ocean. “And some for you mama.” she said, chucking the remaining pieces at the waiting bananawani, who lazily opened its mouth to catch the flying chunks of meat. Stepping aside Hana crouched and watched the little bananawani finally stray from their confines nibbling on the meat as they went.

“Look at their little legs,” Hana gushed as they plodded across the sand towards the ocean. She reached out to pet one when Bon Kurei grabbed her hand in panic,

“They will bite you.” he warned, though he shrieked as one clammered onto Hana’s lap.

“Aren’t you the cutest~” she cooed rubbing its nose softly, “come on let's get you to the ocean.” she carried it the rest of the way setting it down into the ocean. The rest of the bananawani has clambered into the mama’s mouth ready to be carried away to safety. Hana quickly ran to grab the egg from the basket “Bon-chan can you fill the little tank with barnacles and seaweed please.” she hurried towards the bananawani one last time “your egg.” The big bananawani was hesitant and nudged it gently to her “but.. I’ll look after it.” she said quietly. With that the bananawani family were on their way to freedom. Bones and Bon were busy, so she carefully placed the egg in her back without them noticing.

“Done?” Bones asked. She nodded triumphantly “okay let's put these back, cover them and head back.” For the last section of their task, they placed the tanks back where they had taken them and pulled the covers back over them, after Hana was finished leaving a finishing touch on the big tank. Not that Bones or Bon had seen it. Nor would they see for a few days.

“Lets go!” Hana hummed happily as they headed back to the ship “Good work team.” she said nudging them both “The bananawani are free and out of the clutches of the stupid dragons-” Both Bones and Bon stopped in their tracks “what?”

“Dragons? As in Celestial Dragons?” Bon asked grabbing her shoulders in panic

“Well yes. They were going to them..and I wanted to save them.” she said shuffling nervously “It’s not like they’re going to know who took them.” she added, pulling away and carried on her merry way.

“If Croco-boy finds out we willingly helped her steal from the Celestial Dragons-” Bon looked up at Bones “he won’t find out. Our secret..” Bon sighed “we should have asked shouldn’t we?”

“It’s done now.” Bones added.

What was to come in the following days would certainly bring the secret right out into the open.

A few days later. Hana shuffled into the dining room for breakfast. Rapunzel ran straight to her, shoving the paper into her face “is that you?!” She pulled the paper away from her face to see a picture of her with her mask standing near the empty tank paintbrush in hand.

“...I suppose it does look like me-” she laughed nervously handing the paper back only to hand a wanted poster held in front of her “Oh!I have a bounty-”

“So it is you.” Rapuzel said flatly “what did you do to get a bounty that high?!”

She shrugged “who knows.” she laughed again, still inspecting the wanted poster. This is awesome. Does that make me a full fledged pirate now?

“If the boss sees that, you’re never leaving the ship again.” Rapunzel warned “you’re a walking paycheck. Miss Halloween.”

“Well he doesn’t need to know” she said, folding the bounty up and placing it into her pocket, then taking the page from the paper and tearing it up “He’ll never know.” she grinned.

#Pumpkin writes #Sand Pumpkin #Sir Crocodile #daz bonez #bon-chan #bon clay #One Piece #CrocodilexPumpkin #bananawani

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dreams-of-the-arcana · 5 years ago

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The wedding fever came for me today! I was inspired to write this after some wedding OC asks by @theroyalmage and now I’m taking you all with me! Plus an ending partially inspired by @greyhands recent art 😉

Pairing Muriel x OC! Cleo

Post-Death

(Dress inspiration with winter modifications, unknown designer)

New Beginnings In the Snow

Far away from the bustling streets of Vesuvia, the Shining Steppe seemed to cover everything with its silence. The first winter snow blanketed the ground and ice gleamed like gems on every tree. The Kokhuri once called this place home but it had been so long since the sounds of the peaceful village had echoed through the land. Now though, a small joy was blooming in the midst of the freeze.

Cleo watched the light snow flakes falling from inside the house as Portia whirled around getting things together and chatting away.

“It’s just so exciting! And so romantic!” Portia gushed as she pulled the last of her outfit together and turned to Cleo.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

Cleo started a bit at the sound of Portia so close all of a sudden.

“Oh, sorry Portia. I guess I got lost in my own thoughts,” Cleo smiled and reached out for Portia’s hand.

“Well now is the time to come back here! We have to get you dressed and ready! Now obviously you have to look the best but I think I look pretty good myself, hm? Maybe there’s some eligible secret royalty out tonight for me~”

Portia tapped Cleo’s head lightly and winked before moving to the other side of the room to unpack. Cleo took the moment to look around. Muriel had built this house himself when they started visiting his homeland more. The rooms still smelled of freshly cut trees and seemed to be bursting with life all around them. He’d also insisted that Cleo have their own place to get ready in and said he would be fine in Khamgalai’s hut. Granted, Cleo knew this was the better arrangement since she’d gone more extravagant than Muriel on her outfit.

Portia walked over and proudly presented the dress.

“Oooh Cleo I’m so happy you got this one! It’s going to look so beautiful on you!”

Cleo couldn’t help but smile as Portia helped her step into the dress. Both women had practically radiated excitement since the announcement and now they were finally here.

The dress slid on and Portia began lacing Cleo into it. They both stole glances in the mirror to admire it. The champagne color complimented Cleo’s pale skin and wouldn’t clash with her vibrant red hair, a very important detail she’d insisted on. The ballgown silhouette felt too flashy at first but Cleo had harbored the secret desire for the large gown and once Portia found out it was over. The lace and beading had practically made the decision for Cleo. It was intricate, extravagant and beautiful. Plus Muriel always wanted a reason to call her a city dweller.

“It certainly was the right choice. I’m so glad you talked me into it!”

“Of course! Why not be a little fancy? It’s your wedding day after all!”

Over in Khamgalai’s hut, Muriel tried to relax as Asra fixed them a cup of tea.

“Stop fidgeting, you’ll rock the whole house down,” Asra chided Muriel softly. He was used to seeing his friend nervous but never this nervous without crowds around.

Muriel rolled his eyes and went back to staring out the window at his house. Maybe he hoped to catch a glimpse of her even though Portia had made many violent threats if he did. He shuddered at the thought.

“Muriel, sit down and drink this. You know Portia will send Illya in here if she catches you looking,” Asra brought the tea to the table and lounged in one of the chairs. Muriel slumped over and fell heavily into his seat.

“... why’d she have to bring him...”

Asra laughed and pushed a cup to Muriel who accepted it just to have something to do with his hands.

“Maybe because Illya is our friend. And he’s been very helpful to the endeavor out here,” Asra gestured to the window.

Muriel couldn’t argue with that so he drank his tea instead and grinned a bit when he tasted something more in there, definitely courtesy of Asra.

When things had finally calmed down in Vesuvia, well as much as they ever would, Muriel began to return to the Steppe. The land had been empty for so long apart from the memorials that it seemed as though it would fade entirely. The idea started with a sudden trip by the docks.

Nadia has asked Muriel and Asra to visit with her in hopes of finding the cities orphan population and persuading them to live in the newly built Orphanage. The theory proved much more successful than the reality. The kids didn’t trust the Vesuvian government to take care of them and still told horror stories of what happened to orphans during the plague when Valdemar came around offering shelter. Nadia was discouraged and turned to the two for help. Asra convinced a few of the kids to move in but many wouldn’t even consider it. Suddenly Asra thought, ‘It’s Vesuvia they don’t trust, what if they didn’t have to stay in Vesuvia?” Massive amounts of land laid unclaimed in the Steppe and Asra was determined that it could be a great place for them to have a fresh start. Muriel could barely believe the idea at first but as he visited more and saw the land barren he came around. Nadia pushed the funds, Asra advertised, Julian provided the medical help, and Muriel and Cleo transported and taught the kids how to live like the Kokhuri as best as they could.

Now the village was dotted with homes where not only the orphans inhabited but others came to seek refuge. They all believed in peace and with Khamgalai’s history they began to grow.

It was here that Muriel began to see a future and in it he saw Cleo. On one such visit he watched her teaching herself how to make tapestries in Khamgalai’s style then still make time to visit the memorials. It was right then he decided she was real and he wouldn’t want to live a single day without her.

Muriel proposed in front of his parents with a ring he’d forged himself and if any tears were spilled, only the spirits knew.

Now the day was here.

“Let’s head out there,” Asra offered gently and touched Muriel’s arm. Muriel nodded and they walked out together.

The snow continued to lazily fall from the sky as the villagers gathered. The air buzzed with excitement and the sounds of whispered conversation. Winter air carried the smells of the forest and Muriel took a deep breath to calm himself and looked down at Inanna who wagged her tail. Portia had even given Inanna a golden bow so she wouldn’t feel left out. Asra signaled to Illya who stood at the ready with his violin. The tune he’d chosen wasn’t traditional, he’d gone with something happier. ‘It’s not everyday we get to see soulmates joining together in the most sacred union. It shouldn’t sound like a funeral!’ Everyone had just rolled their eyes at the dramatic Doctor.

The tune floated through the air and seemed to fit perfectly, Illya called the song ‘Hope’. He was a romantic after all.

Muriel watched as Cleo stepped out of their house with Portia leading. The stunning light blue of Portia’s dress pulled everyone’s attention but then all eyes were on Cleo.

All around her the world seemed to sparkle and glow. Muriel’s breath caught in his throat.

The lace of Cleo’s cape glided over the snow and the crystals studded throughout caught every bit of the setting sun. Muriel was moving before he even consciously made the decision to, he just couldn’t wait. He reached out his hand and Cleo sped up to reach for him as well. As soon as their hands touched they twined their fingers together.

“... you’re real...” Muriel said breathily and cupped Cleo’s cheek. She beamed up at him.

“I am and we’re here together.”

Asra preformed the ceremony and managed to throw in a few jokes about eagerness as he wound a red ribbon around the two’s hands. The couple only had eyes for each other though. All the planning and worrying melted away now that they were here. The ceremony seemed to go so fast and when Asra finally proclaimed them bound under the eyes of the Hermit and Justice, Muriel lifted Cleo into his arms immediately and pressed his lips against hers. The crowd cheered (Julian wolf whistled before Portia stepped on his toe) and Asra jumped towards the couple to wrap them in a hug.

Cleo and Muriel heard the well wishes of every villager and accepted the gifts they’d brought. But as the crowd winded down to head to the village center where food and music waited Cleo let out a breath and quickly sat down.

“What’s wrong?” Muriel was kneeling in an instant and searching her face but Cleo smiled and waved her hand.

“Nothing, my dear. Just a little overexcited I suppose,” her cheeks grew slightly red.

Asra, Julian, and Portia came over with looks of concern but Cleo assured them all that everything was fine.

“Well, I suppose with everyone here I should make a little announcement.” The blush grew on Cleo’s face and she looked to Julian briefly who nodded. She turned and took both of Muriel’s hands in hers, grateful that he was kneeling already.

“My love. My Muriel. My husband. You and I are bound before your ancestors, the Arcana, and our friends. I wanted to wait till things settled a bit but Muriel,” she paused and took a breath.

“We’re a family now.”

Julian grinned and placed a hand on Cleo’s shoulder, Portia and Asra stood in confusion, and complete lack of understanding was written on Muriel’s face.

Portia realized it first.

“OOOOOOOOOOOH! Oh Cleo!! Really??” Her voice jumped a few octaves and she began almost bouncing around Cleo. Asra was next following this outburst.

“Congratulations! Faust! Did you hear that! Illya! You KNEW!?” Portia and Asra turned on Julian quickly with angry stares and he held up his hands and backed away slowly.

Muriel watched on in confusion until Cleo reached out to take his hand again and gently led him to place his palm on her stomach. Feeling the slightly swollen lump, everything suddenly clicked.

“... a family...”

The couple stared into each other’s eyes and Cleo watched as the joy took over Muriel’s entire face.

The Shining Steppe was slowly returning after so long and the spirits watched on happily as their people came alive once again.

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whitefirewillow · 5 years ago

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Day 3 of @lovelikeyoursfest! I hope you all enjoy this sweet little (I say little but can’t keep my writing under 1000 words ^^’) moment between my apprentice Siarrah and Faust talking about the lovely Asra.

If anyone is interested in my work I have written commissions open! You can find more information about them on my blog page under the Written Commission Info tab.

Have a beautiful day everyone!

May 19th: Say it Like You Mean it

1083 Words

The shop had been closed today, providing Asra and Siarrah some time to spend together. The idea had been suggested by Siarrah, who wanted to hear about Asra’s journey, and he gladly accepted the idea of a day off of running the shop.

It was late afternoon in Vesuvia. Asra had run out to the market to pick up a few loaves of pumpkin bread to go with dinner while Siarrah stayed at the shop with Faust. At the moment, Siarrah was deconstructing the fort she had made a couple of days ago. A customer had stopped in yesterday to schedule a reading with Asra for tomorrow, so the borrowed curtains, pillows, and tablecloth needed to be returned to the backroom.

Faust laid coiled on Asra’s pillow, watching Siarrah fold the last few blankets that had been used as the fort’s walls. Everything from the backroom had already been returned and Faust had been observing the withdrawn look on Siarrah’s face since Asra had left. She didn’t know what was troubling her friend, but she didn’t want her to be sad anymore.

Siarrah laid the last folded blanket atop the stack she had made and softly sighed, gliding her hand over the soft fabric to smooth out any creases that had been made. She recalled the few evenings spent beneath the blanket canopy and smiled a little. Asra had been so happy and her heart always swelled when she saw him that way. Her smile faded though as she felt her soul bubbling up with emotion. Every time her thoughts drifted to Asra she would feel so light, yet there was this nagging feeling at the back of her mind that something was absent. Her lack of memories from three years ago was her first guess towards the absent feeling, but she never felt satisfied with that justification. It had to be something else but no matter how hard Siarrah tried to place it her head would start to pound and she had to dismiss it so she wouldn’t worry Asra.

Movement out of the corner of her eye grabbed Siarrah’s attention and she turned to see Faust propping herself up on Asra’s pillow.

Friend? Her body curved to express her questioning concern and her tongue flicked in Siarrah’s direction.

“I’m okay, Faust,” Siarrah said, giving the lavender snake an uncertain smile. She laid on Asra’s side of the bed and gently stroked Faust’s head with her fingers. “I guess I just have a lot on my mind.”

Asra? Faust asked.

“I made it pretty obvious, huh?” She sighed, propping her head up against her curled fist and gently slid her fingers down Faust’s back. “I can tell you about this, right?”

Faust flicked her tongue, giving Siarrah permission to continue even though the snake already had an inkling about what she was going to tell her.

“I…” Siarrah started, trying to search for the best way to explain herself. “I feel so happy when I’m with Asra and it hurts every time he leaves, especially since he never allows me to come with him. I know he has his reasons for leaving so often, but I wish he would take me with him or at least tell me where he’s going...I just miss him when he’s gone.”

Faust laid her tail across Siarrah’s free hand as a comforting gesture, which Siarrah greatly appreciated as she continued.

“I think I love him Faust, more than just as a teacher or a friend, and I don’t know what to do, especially when I feel like there’s something between us that I’m not seeing.”

Faust remained calm as she listened to Siarrah, and didn’t react to hearing the shop’s door open or the steps that had stopped in the middle of the stairway. She knew Asra had returned home a couple of minutes ago and had most likely heard a majority of what Siarrah had said. His aura had been overflowing with joy upon hearing her confession, but now it was laced with apprehension and guilt.

“I feel so light and carefree with him,” Siarrah gushed. “But that doesn’t stop this nagging thought that there’s something I’m missing...maybe it’s my memories, but I’m not so sure that’s it.” Siarrah turned to Faust and laid her head atop her crossed arms so she was eye level with the lavender snake. “Is there something that Asra isn’t telling me? ...Do you think he shares my feelings for him?”

Faust gazed at her for a moment before slowly slipping forward. She carefully flicked her tongue on Siarrah’s nose and retreated back into her coiled position.

Siarrah blinked before a wide smile crossed her face. “I suppose it doesn’t really matter, does it? Whatever I think is missing, it’ll reveal itself with time, and if Asra feels the same way, well, I guess I’ll just have to wait and see. I don’t think I’m ready to tell him yet that--”

“I’m back,” Asra called as he stepped into the room. He smirked when he saw Siarrah nearly jump out of her skin. “Did I catch you two in the middle of something?” He asked, feigning innocence that he had overheard everything.

“Oh, no, we were just chatting. Did you get the bread?” Siarrah asked nervously, hoping Asra hadn’t heard anything.

“I did, and they’re still warm. Selasi sends his regards.” Asra replied. “Shall we make dinner together?”

“Sounds good to me, I’ll wake the salamander,” Siarrah said as she rolled off of the bed and walked into the kitchen.

Asra set the wrapped loaves on the table before striding over to the bed to retrieve Faust. She happily slithered up his arm and settled herself across his shoulders.

“She didn’t get a headache, did she?” He whispered.

Friend love Asra! Faust cheered, bumping her head against his chin. He gave her a sad smile and glanced over at the kitchen.

“As overjoyed as I am to hear that, I don’t think she’s ready to hear everything yet.” Asra sighed, listening to Siarrah coaxing the salamander out of sleep as she gathered materials for the evening meal.

Try? Faust inquired.

Asra shook his head. “Not yet, I don’t want to hurt her again…”

“Asra, could you grab this pot for me? I can’t reach it…” Siarrah huffed, causing Asra to chuckle.

“I’m coming,” Asra replied before turning back to Faust. “I’ll tell her when I know she’s ready to hear everything, and how much I love her too.”

#lovelikeyours2020 #the arcana #asra alnazar #the arcana apprentice #the arcana faust #writing #writing commissions #commissions open

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loosesodamarble · 11 months ago

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For the ask game 6, 22, 25 please.

But of course, Anon! Aother set of questions for me to answer and that means more snippets to share!

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6) that i struggled with, but triumphed over

This is gonna sound pathetic of me but one of my writings that I agonized for months over was a request I had from last year. Took me literal months to finish it! (Ugh, reading the note at the top... Half a year... Man, what locked me up back then?!)

BUT I MANAGED TO FINISH IT! Probably not my best work but reading it again, I do like Finral's characterization in it. He and his partner (reader insert in the piece) are cute and playful with each other in the lightest of ways. And just getting to write Finral gush about someone he loves was fun.

You let out a loud yawn as you passed the threshold of your squad’s base. You’d been out on an extended mission, helping watch the border. You didn’t see much point in the job since Diamond Kingdom had become weirdly inactive as of late. Something about taking a major blow during a battle at the Witches’ Forest. The border mission had been uneventful and thus boring. You felt like you’d wasted your time just walking around and twiddling your thumbs. However, you were now home, ready to rest and prepare for more normal missions again. As you approached your room, you noticed a figure, the familiar form of your partner Finral, standing right outside your door. Finral turned and his smile stretched so wide, you would’ve had to have been blind to miss it. “You’re back!” Finral exclaimed and ran up to you. “I heard you were coming back today and I knew I had to welcome you back!” He extended his arms to his sides. “Hug?” You nodded and let yourself into his embrace. It only lasted a few seconds before you felt like the hug had become too cuddly. Sure, you and Finral were dating but you didn’t need to be especially lovey-dovey with him. So you leaned away from him. “Thanks for welcoming me back, Finral,” you said with a gracious nod.

22) that is so blissfully self-indulgent

Hee hee~! Shadows House AU with the Fausts.

“Good morning, Master Nacht!” the boy greeted with a shining smile. “I’m your Living Doll, here to be of service to you!” Nacht watched the Doll for a moment. Then, he replied, “Yes, good morning.” “I’ve already prepared your morning bath, Master!” The Doll gestured to the door connecting to the washroom in the room. “Take your time while I tidy up this space!” Nacht nodded and arose from his bed. He needed to clean himself. He was filthy. And not just him. Everything was dirtied and blackened from the soot. When Nacht returned from the bath, the dirty bed sheets were gone. The Doll was already hard at work dusting the room and gathering the soot that accumulated overnight. Such was his job. “You’re a diligent Doll. Nacht likes that,” Nacht remarked, making his Living Doll pause. The Dolls turned to Nacht with a smile. “As a servant to Shadows House and Master Nacht’s personal Doll, I must work my very best!” he replied before getting back to work. Nacht watched his Doll work. As he ate breakfast, his Doll polished the cabinet and shelf. His Doll dusted off various decorative fixtures around the room while Nacht read. When Nacht sat back for a tea break, the Doll took the bags of accumulated soot to be disposed of. No matter what Nacht did, his Doll kept himself busy.

Nacht and Morgen's dynamic works so well for the Shadows House setting. And letting them live in a setting with less grandiose stakes means that even mundane moments matter.

25) that i consider a favorite

This snippet comes from a fic that depicts Josele's curse breaking. Not the actual events that lead to what undoes the curse but a metaphysical(?) representation of it. If that makes sense... I just love how it alludes to the types of relationships that Josele has with each Bull and the imagery I use in the fic.

Dark… Cold… Fathomless… Empty… That’s the way it had been. Josele’s world had felt like a black ocean where light nor warmth would ever reach her. And she thought she was fine with that. If there was no light in the first place, then it could never be taken away from her. Not again. So Josele resigned herself to the fate of forever sinking deeper into her loneliness. If she drowned (which she was on her way to) and no one came to save her (as if anyone would come for her), then that would’ve been fine. Deeper and deeper she sank. Until… In the corner of her vision, she saw something float up to her. It was a bubble, glowing with a light inside of it. But where did it come from? Josele let the bubble float closer to her. It came so close that it popped right in her face. A burst of light filled her vision. A rush of air filled her lungs. “You don’t have to stick around here, Jo. I’m putting together my own squad, why not join it? Might be fun.” A memory… Of a friend’s kind offer. It lasted only a moment before the heavy darkness took over Josele’s senses again.

It's a shorter piece but I love it very much~!

#questions from the ask box #ask game #soda asides #awesome anons #maybe if i just go back and reread all my work...#maybe i could be inspired again?

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ill-skillsgard · 6 years ago

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What about a strangers on a train situation with Faust? You are on a train heading to visit friends and there are mechanical problems so you’re stuck in a car with Faust. I almost picture the scene from Nymohomaniac Vol. 1. He makes eyes at you and you brush his thigh a couple of times. Then you get up and he follows you to the bathroom... filthy train sex with Faust where everyone can hear everything because the train is stopped. Then having to go out and sit back in the car with him...

"We are sorry to inform you of a delay due to an obstruction on the track. We apologize for any inconvenience this may cause. Please retain your tickets and you will be eligible for a discount on your next trip. Thank you for choosing..."

You stopped listening to the announcements playing over the intercom and looked out the window into a field of vast green swaying for miles in nearly every direction. The train had been stuck on the track for nearly 20 minutes and showed no signs of movement. You didn't have anywhere to be in a rush, so you sat back and tried to avoid eye contact with your seat-mates.

"I bet there's a body on the tracks. That's usually what these massive delays are for," the man beside you said after having paused the blaring music coming from his headphones.

You had given him more than half a look when you boarded and saw that your seat was assigned right next his. His long legs had been jammed into the space behind the seats before you and he had to stand up in order to let you into your seat. There was a man on a headset right across from you who had been busy complaining on what sounded like a work call. There were 4 seats that all turned in on each other so whenever you looked up, you saw the suited man and if you looked to your left, you saw the man with the long legs and long black hair.

"This is totally unacceptable," the man in the suit said. "Don't they realize there are passengers that are on tight schedules? How long are we expected to wait?"

"Who knows. It could be another hour," the black-haired man said with a hint of insolence that made the older man across sneer as he checked his watch.

You found the older man's impatience to be borderline entertaining each minute that ticked by and the train remained stationary. He sifted through his suitcase, scrolled through his phone and took a couple more calls before his cheeks began to turn an angry red.

"This is fucking ridiculous. I have to be at my meeting in an hour. One. Hour!"

The younger man looked over at you with a plump smirk that caught your attention. The face hidden behind the black tresses was softer than what you expected somebody dressed like him to look like. His eyebrows shot up with amusement and when the suited man pounded the armrest of his seat, you both flinched.

"Jesus, buddy. Freaking out about it isn't going to move the train. Why don't you take a deep breath?"

"Shut up, you greasy punk. I don't need your fucking opinion, okay? Some people have jobs to do," the man fired.

"Christ," you muttered.

The man squirmed in his seat until his face became so swollen with frustration it looked like he was having an allergic reaction.

The intercom crackled to life again. "Thank you for your continued patience. At the present time, the delay is projected to take another thirty minutes. Please enjoy a free beverage from the concession cart while you wait patiently. We apologize again for the inconvenience this delay may have caused-"

"Thirty!? Thirty minutes! No! This isn't possible!" The man across shot up from his seat. "I have to speak to someone!"

You both watched as the suited man stomped down the aisle in the midst of a vehement rant. The long-haired passenger beside you chuckled with amusement.

"Fuck, some people are wound so damn tight. What a tool."

You laughed at his comment and that earned you another glance. Only this time, his eyes didn't flitter from you to somewhere else. Pale green eyes stayed affixed to you and you could feel the intensity of his stare.

"Looks like we're going to be here for a while," his eyebrows arched, lips turning up into a smirk of suggestion.

"Yeah, I guess so," you gave him a twice over as well.

More minutes passed and you found yourself curiously eyeing the man beside you as his hand drew nearer to your lap.

"There something on my face?" He asked.

"What?" You asked, cheeks burning from being caught staring. "No. I was just..."

"Staring at me?"

"I didn't mean to," you said apologetically.

"Don't worry, dollface. I gotta say, I was hoping you were looking at me because I've been looking at you and... All I have to say is, yes, please."

"Yes, please?" You asked.

"As in... Yes, please."

His hand drifted down your thigh and back up. Your spine straightened up against the back of your chair while a playful smile melted over your face.

"Oh, I had a feeling you were a dirty one," he let his fingers crawl to the zipper of your pants.

You looked down, watching him undo your button and zipper. With breath buried in your lungs, you shivered and spread your legs.

"Want to play a game while we wait? It's called: let's see if I can make you come before Dickhead comes back to his seat."

Your silence was all the permission he needed and your eyes rolled up when he shoved his hand past the waist of your pants. Two fingers brushed over your panties, exciting your clit with the very first stroke. You became compliant and willing enough to let him inch your jeans down a little bit more so he had some room to roam.

"Wet," he whispered. "Does your pussy always get this wet this fast? Or have you been thinking about me since the moment you sat down?"

You looked over at his lap for any sign that he might have been aroused too but his black jeans were tight and his baggy band tee covered what his bullet belt didn't.

"Don't worry about me, dollface. Just focus on coming. That prick might come back any minute now."

"Fuck," you whispered.

"Right there?" He circled your clit once before shoving your panties aside. "You want a finger inside?"

You nodded with your eyes closed and he complied immediately.

"How's that? Yeah, you like getting fingered by strangers, don't you? Dirty little girl. Come on, I want you to come for me soon. We don't have much time left."

You held your breath and focused on the luscious feeling of his long finger penetrating you while he rubbed his palm over your clit firmly. His smile helped, the smell of his hair intoxicated you, the way he chuckled in your ear and let the sensation run down your neck made you prickly with excitement. All the filthy things he said helped you to find that edge you needed.

"Come for me. Don't make too much noise, though. Come on. You can do it. That's it. Right there," his voice came out in exasperated puffs.

Clamping a hand over your mouth, you let him stimulate you while you pushed all other thoughts from your mind. You finally let go after he licked your jaw and whispered in your ear that his cock was rock hard from watching you fight your way to orgasm just for him. When the feeling became too much and you dropped from the pleasure, he was happy enough to purr against your shoulder. Retracting his hand from your pants, he sniffed his middle finger before inserting it in his mouth to lick up all the liquid arousal that had gushed from you.

You were lucky to have finished when you did, because the irate passenger that had stormed off a few minutes prior came moping back to his seat.

"I'm getting fired for sure," the man grumbled. "Fucking train."

The mysterious man that had just culled a rattling orgasm from you smiled, leaned his elbows on his knees and said, "does it smell like pussy in here?"

#faust stuff #best of

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saemi-the-writer · 6 years ago

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Confronting the family - Part 1

Fandom: The Arcana (game)

Summary: Asra had brought his beloved back to life and is now living with her. But he never told her family about it, and things go sour when the truth is discovered before he is prepared.

Pairing: Asra/F!Apprentice

Disclaimer: I don't own the Arcana nor Asra.

Many thanks to @collective-laugh for beta-reading this!! <3

Asra had his arms outstretched in front of him as Niamh staggered towards him, reaching out for him. Despite her shaking legs, she continued with a determined frown on her face. The magician felt his heart - or what was left of it? - swell with pride and bliss at that. Not only was Niamh starting to walk on her own again, but her unadulterated confidence was familiar to him and there were no words to describe how happy it made him. Asra wrapped his arms around his beloved the moment she seized his shirt by its sleeves.

“You did it, Niamh!” he beamed, holding her close.

He felt her hugging back, her hands gripping tightly on his back as she let out a short giggle. The two stayed a while embracing each other, Asra enjoying more than ever how warm she was against him, how he could feel her heartbeat…

“Asra…”

His eyes widened but he didn’t pull back.

“Asra!” Niamh repeated, more assured this time. He could hear her smile.

Asra felt like crying with joy. It was so good to hear her talk again, calling his name first. He buried his nose in the crook of her neck, he was taking a deep breath of her sweet scent when a sharp knock interrupted them.

The stranger's insistence increased tenfold, urgently pounding on the front door.

The two stared at it in silence before the white-haired man gently led Niamh to a seat. He stride to open, wondering what this was all about, the sooner he got to it, the better it would be. He froze when he recognized the man. Before he could do or say anything, the newcomer barrelled inside.

“Sorry Asra” the newcomer stuttered. “But I- I felt- I must be sure…”

A heavy silence fell in the shop as soon as the man spotted Niamh. She blinked at the new arrival in confusion, then her expression shifted from placid to concerned.

“Niamh! Niamh!” Tears streaming down his face, Réamann rushes to his twin sister, kneeling before her and clasped her hands in his. “You’re alive! You’re here! How-“ he shook his head and took a sharp intake of breath. “Come here!”

And suddenly, Réa holds his sister in a tight, almost crushing, embrace. Niamh was petrified, her face gone white and her eyes wide. Asra snapped out of his shocked state and hurried to them, afraid of the outcome, if this were to happen again -

He couldn’t even finish the thought that Niamh shrieked, struggling against Réamann’s grip. The poor man pulled back, a mix of panic and incomprehension written all over his face. Asra feared a moment she was going through another crisis then was relieved the moment she stumbled in his arms, clinging to him for dear life.

His relief was quickly shattered, however, at the sight of Réamann. He was so confused, hurt.

“Please wait here.” Asra instructed him gently, lifting up Niamh in his arms. “I’ll be there in a moment.”

This was his sister. It was really Niamh, he could feel it in his flesh and at the bottom of his heart. But…

She did not recognize him. She was frightened because of him.

Réamann stood there, staring at the closed backdoor. His vision blurred with inevitable tears.

Two months ago, he had felt her. The connection, that strong bound only close twins could share had warned him that Niamh was back from the dead, yet he had not believed it. How could he? He had felt her despair and her pain when the Red Plague consumed her. He fought to prevent her from being transferred to the Lazaret, only to be burnt like gutter trash.

His body shook violently at the memory. He had felt their precious connection shatter when she died! How could have he believed, or even hoped, that she was alive again?

And how could she not remember him!

He supposed that would explain why the feeling had been so faint, so nebulous! If Niamh had no memory, their bond could not be as strong as before… His mind was whirling, trying to understand how and - most importantly - why. Was their weakened bond the price for being resurrected?

At the very moment this thought crossed him, Réamann felt a freezing realization wash over him. Everything piled up in his head, dots connected too fast, he felt dizzy and nauseous.

Whispers echoed behind him, and slowly, he turned around.

The cards were resting on the counter.

Although Réamann did not possess his sister’s gift in divination, he was not closed to this art of magic. Cards rarely spoke to him, as he much preferred crystals and incense, but now…

His steps were measured and his hand shook when he reached for the card at the top.

The Magician. Reversed.

Asra was afraid to push the door.

Niamh was secure upstairs, with Faust watching over her, and for the first time in months, she wasn't the object of his concern.

He knew he would have to face him. The benign Réamann, whose face is so similar to hers, that was completely lost and just got his heart shattered to pieces all over again. Was he ready to face him? No. Definitely not. But he will. He owed it to him, after all. Even if he arrived early, far too early.

With a sigh, Asra entered the shop again.

Réamann had his back turned to him, but he didn’t need to see his face to know the man had been crying the whole time he was putting Niamh to bed.

“Réa…” he called softly, not wanting to jostle the other.

“How dare you.”

Asra stopped dead in his tracks, stunned by the vehemence in his friend’s voice.

“You bastard.” Réamann glared at him over his shoulder. “You deceived us all, you snake!”

The sound of glass breaking reached the younger magician’s ears, who felt a drop of sweat running along his temple. Asra gasped when the ground started shaking; jars dropped from their places, some shattering on the ground, various objects were disrupted and some artefacts started reacting to the violent magic that gushed from the large man.

“Réamann! Stop!” He called out, almost losing his balance. “Calm down! Niamh is upstairs!”

That seemed to snap the latter out of his wrath. But just a bit. Réamann turned around, facing him entirely now and walked to him with a threatening, baleful gaze. Asra did his best to stay calm under it.

“Please, let me explain.” The larger man stood right in front of him, even though he was not that taller than him, Asra felt himself shrinking. He had never seen Réa angry before.

A silence settled, prompting him to give his explanations and quick.

“When...when I succeeded in bringing Niamh back, she had no memory. She was almost like a new-born, not recognizing anyone, anything. She didn’t remember me either.” Asra felt like this was the most urgent thing to clarify. “She was so fragile, she still cannot walk on her own, or even talk. I tried reminding her of her past but…when I did, she had the same reaction she had with you earlier, even worse. It hurt her bad. I could not take her back to you or your aunt, it could have shattered her mind! And I- I couldn’t let you see her like this. I knew how it would hurt you all, especially you.”

He had expected Réamann to soften a bit after telling him this, perhaps even to burst into tears again. But...he didn’t. If anything, his eyes darkened, and his fists were so clenched his knuckles had turned white.

“You really think I’m a sod, don’t you?” Réamann growled, baring his teeth in a way that reminded Asra of a wolf. “You never thought about us, you were only thinking about you, you, you! Otherwise, you would have at least let us know! You knew where to find us when you needed us to take hold of her shop and her belongings, but not to announce us that Niamh was back from the dead! You never mentioned your intention of doing so! Aunt Lucina trusted you, let you in and respected that you kept your distances because she thought you were grieving, that it was hard for you to face us after everything you did and you took advantage of that! How could you?”

“I didn’t tell you about the ritual because I wasn’t sure it would work!” Asra retorted, grief and vexation taking over his panic. “What good would it have done if it failed? Except in giving you false hope?”

“Don’t fuck with me!” Réamann roared, seizing him by his collar. “You don’t give a shit about us! You kept your mouth shut so you would be the first person Niamh would see when she woke up! Even if you didn’t predict she wouldn’t remember or anything, you were the first and only person there for her! You wanted to be her hero, her saviour! Even though you abandoned her!”

This brought tears to Asra’s eyes.

“I did not abandon Niamh! I never did!” he shouted out, freeing himself from the other’s grasp. “And you- why are you accusing me now? You told me you didn’t blame me then!”

“I believed I didn’t. But now that they spoke to me,” Réa held up the Magician for him to see, “I don’t know what to believe.”

Asra flinched like freezing water had been thrown at him. Tears rolled on his cheeks as he stared at the card wondering “why” repeatedly. He had not meant any harm! His only desire had been to bring his beloved back and to keep her safe!

“Erwin told me once that behind your sweet face, you were a cunning one.” Réamann indicated, and the name suddenly made Asra’s blood boiled. “I wasn’t sure if he was serious then, but now, I have my answer.”

“Erwin?!” he almost spat. “You dare insult me and speak of him like that, when all he did was follow Lucio around like his hounds, drooling after him?” That seemed to shock Réamann and Asra felt a surge of pride, urging him to continue. “None of them ever did anything to help with the plague! They just lived into their own world until Lucio got ill!” This caused Réamann to frown, but Asra didn’t care, continuing with reckless abandon. “And Niamh wouldn’t have died if you lot had not been so stubborn, staying in Vesuvia!”

He was fiercely interrupted by the hand smacking his face, making him both turn his head and recoil. He stumbled back and hit the wall.

Asra held his breath, still under the shock. His cheek was burning, and he felt blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. When he looked up, Réamann was staring at his own hand, as shaken as he was.

Despite the preceding shouts, the silence was deafening.

“Niamh…” Réa sobbed, refusing to look at him. “We told her that if she wanted to follow you, it was fine with us.” This left Asra’s breathless. “She had been crying so much, we wanted her to be happy, not her to feel like she had to stay… but she didn’t. She said she loved this city, that she wanted to stand and fight for it even if she had to fall…”

There was another silence, with more tears shed from the two men.

“She stayed on her free will, Asra.” He wiped a hand over his face, his eyes hardening once more. “But whatever, in the end, you got what you wanted so it doesn’t matter to you. Niamh depends on you.” Réamann affirmed in a low, yet cutting, voice. He stared at the trembling man and straightened up. “I am leaving now, but this is not over. Far from it.”

The brunet magician turned heels and headed towards the front door.

“I hope you treasure the time you have with her.”

The door slammed shut, making Asra wince, but he did not move. Tears kept streaming down his cheeks and his body was still shaking. He slid down, his back against the wall and ended up sitting on the ground. Sniffing, he wrapped his arms around his knees and buried his face inside them.

“Asra?”

…

“-ra? Asra?”

“Asra! Niamh! Stairs!”

The young magician startled, lifting his face up with a gasp. Faust was wrapping herself around his neck and looking at him with concern. Swiftly, she slid down his arm towards the door as clumsy steps echoed from there. The moment he heard Niamh calling out for him again, Asra bounced and rushed to meet her. Fortunately, she was firmly hanging on the handrail. Her face lit up for a second at the sight of him.

“Asra? Wha’ w’ong?” she struggled to ask then gasped as she noticed the print on his face.

“It’s nothing Niamh.” He shushed her gently, guiding her back to the room upstairs. “It was nothing…”

Niamh tried asking him several times what happened, her words were inarticulate and she knew it, for she restarted with emphasis since he did not answer. Faust joined in with her, repeating “hurt!” in unison.

But he couldn’t talk. His thoughts were lost in a dark maze. Memories of the last year were resurfacing, and each one pierced his chest while Réamann’s accusations cracked like a whip all at once.

Lucina smiling sadly at him, welcoming him inside her house. Her wife offering him some tea after he was showed the small memorial they made for Niamh. The two were holding back tears as they did, letting them run down their faces only when he cracked first. He had sobbed a moment in Lucina’s comforting arms, then accepted the warm drink Izumi was giving him. Asra listened to them, how Réamann – overcome with grief- had moved to another side of Vesuvia, to try and move forwards but visited very often. Erwin visited as often as possible, but was kept so busy at the Palace that they hadn’t seen him in two weeks.

After that, he managed to turn the conversation, asking about the shop, and if Niamh had let anything behind that he could keep in her memory. Then, he learned they kept the place unaltered; none of them ready to go, empty it, even less sell it yet. So he took his chance.

“It would have made Niamh happy...” The living twin said softly, holding out the keys of the shop to him. “Please, stay there as long as you want. Just…take care of everything there, alright?”

More memories of his time settling in the place, then his time at the palace flashed before his eyes before Erwin’s unemotional face appeared. While Niamh’s cousin wore a calm face most of the times, his eyes always betrayed his emotions. He could practically feel them, boring into him.

“I know who he is, and what he did.” There was an obvious menace underneath his still tone. “But I kind of expected better from someone who claimed they want to pay a tribute to Niamh and respect her last wishes.”

“Excuse me?”

“Don’t play games with me, Asra! Your attitude was shabby and you should be ashamed of yourself!”

Asra shook his head vigorously, chasing the memory away. He didn’t need this right now. He sighed when they made it to the bed, sitting quietly, but Niamh refused to let it go. When he refused to meet her eyes again, she gripped his shoulders and pulled him along with her.

Asra found himself half-lying with Niamh cupping his face with her two hands. He blinked as she laid a kiss first on his forehead, then a softer one on his abused cheek. Her lips brushed his but she ended up stroking them with her thumb, the caress slowly halted on the corner. Niamh’s mouth opened slightly, about to attempt speaking, but she ultimately decided against it. She just rested her forehead against his, her hand still on his face while the other started caressing his hair.

They stared into each other’s eyes a moment before Asra’s filled with tears again. She was so vulnerable, she trusted him with her life and held onto him… and he had enjoyed that. But now, it left a sour, bitter taste in his mouth. He was not the only one who could have supported her, she was loved by good people whom he betrayed to establish a privileged relationship with her… relationship he had damaged himself when he chose to leave Vesuvia. Niamh was so important to him, he could not imagine a life without her at his side, and he had been so afraid of how she would react after all that. Indeed, Asra had wanted to appear like a hero to her. What was done was done now, he could not go back. He would not abandon Niamh again, and in her state, he could not just send her back to her family, it was too risky, the backlash too uncertain. And she would not understand why he would leave her to people who were now strangers in her mind. What if, instead of having a crisis, she felt forsaken? Would she ever recover? She needed him… just like he had hoped to, planned to.

Had he always been so selfish, so exclusive?

Niamh breathed a sad “oh” and gently wiped at his eyes with her sleeve. This made it worse. Asra choked a sob as he seek refuge in her arms, hiding his face in her collarbone and his arms clung to her like a shipwreck-survivor would to a wooden plank.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry!” His cries were muffled by her shirt.

Faust squeezed his arm and watched her master silently. Niamh petted his hair, hugging him back tightly, letting him sob into her chest. She was lost when it came to his apologies, wondering, distantly, if they were intended for her, but decided that for now, at least, she would let him cry. Her heart ache, and it was not only because her dear master’s suffering, she felt a strange myriad of emotions… that did not feel like they were hers. Niamh did not know if it made any sense. Her thoughts turned to the stranger who came earlier. She had a small blackout after he came in, what did he want? He had looked desperate… and strangely familiar.

Who was he?

#the arcana (game)#asra the magician #asra alnazar #the arcana: Asra #fanfiction #my writing #Asra/apprentice #OCs #drama #family drama

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fortune-maiden · 6 years ago

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Little Build Things

Finally finished Kamen Rider Build. Admittedly I’m more relieved than happy to be finally done but...the last part of the final episode was so beautiful. THIS was the show I fell in love with.

Yeah I think I will watch the Cross-Z movie after all! :D

I’ll probably do a longer rantier “Little Build Things” later, but some final thoughts on this series:

The first half was great. I love the divided Japan, Sento and Banjou’s digging into the conspiracy, Stalk’s machinations and Faust, and then the war arc adding Grease and the greasers into the mix.

The characters are great. Misora in particular really stood out to me. I loved her role in the group dynamic, and just how strong she was as a person. She is easily my favorite Rider Girl by a huge margin so far. Kazumin was great too. I ripped into him a lot for his idol chasing, but when he wasn’t breaking the mood, he was fantastic. His friendships with his greasers & other workers, Banjou, Beardo just worked so well. And he went out with a huge bang!

Episode 21 is an easy favorite episode pick (though for second place, I’ll take the episode where Banjou and Misora go shopping. I don’t remember what number that was, but that was the first episode that really sold me on Misora’s character!)

Really like the show’s soundtrack. Be The One and Build’s main theme were great (even though Be The One is not a good insert song *facepalm*) I need to go through the ost at some point to find others, but yeah definitely great backing tracks.

Next Ep Previews! All the 4th Wall Breaking! :D (and even better - they got referenced in show at some points! XD)

Vernage is totally Princess Asseylum! She was about as useful as her too. =D

.....And then we get to the second half, and the show just falls apart for me completely.

Stalk was a great villain. The way he just casually manipulated everyone around him while having a blast was great. Then Evolt happened. Evolt is boring. He’s Op as hell, it never feels like he’s not winning, and it’s just incredibly frustrating when literally the only reason the heroes are alive is because the villain just isn’t taking them seriously/still needs them for his own plans. Pretty much from Ep 30 onwards, Darkness Induced Audience Apathy just set in and well... yeah. 20 Episodes of our heroes suffering and Evolt winning. Yaaaaay.

(And people said Faiz was bleak.)

(tbh this entire arc made me really appreciate the MotW format. MotWs at least allow the heroes to gain some victories between the bigger plot developments)

But okay, fine, Evolt can do whatever he wants. No... the real RAAAAGE point for me was Katsuragi’s dad. This character was not needed. At all. All he contributed was needless drama and murdering Sento’s characterization. Sento is who he is because of his friends and experiences as Build. NOT because he was trying to surpass his father and realize his goals (and he had more than enough of Katsuragi’s baggage to deal with). WHERE DID THAT EVEN COME FROM!?

^This is some Season 4-tier Prison Break writing.

And the humor... I had a lot of fun roasting Gentoku and Kazumin’s character decay but... the mood whiplash was not great. One minute the situation is dire, things are looking bleak, our heroes are breaking down...and 5 seconds later Kazumin’s gushing over Miitan and Gentoku has no fashion sense. I kinda wish they’d left that kind of thing for side materials. The show would just stop basically stopped taking itself seriously in favor of anime slapstick hijinks, and there really was no need to Gentoku’s character to go through that level of decay.

Part of me wonders if that’s just a Neo-Heisei thing but I don’t think Zi-O does this? Then again, Zi-O is a lot lighter in general so it doesn’t really need to. I will say I am enjoying Zi-O a lot though so I don’t think I’m just averse to Neo-Heisei writing ^^”

I feel a little bad though. Build seems to be pretty highly regarded by the fandom but...I didn’t like it that much. I think it tried to do too much with its plot, at the expense of its really great characters, and shot itself in the foot by bringing in Evolt way too early.

1st Half was definitely enjoyable though, and the last third of the final episode alone convinced me to stick with the characters a while longer for the movies.

And well...my next Kamen Rider is probably going to be a Neo-Heisei show too, so I won’t retreat pack to Phase 1 just yet!

.....Huh this turned out pretty long for a brief thoughts post ^^”

#Kamen Rider #Kamen Rider Build #Build was...an experience ^^''#I was coming off of Blade which I loved so admittedly there may be some bias there #but yeah.....out of all the Rider shows I've watched so far (including Zio despite it still ongoing) Build is probably my least favorite ^^'#Unfortunate because it has Misora and Misora is the best

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slumberseason · 7 years ago

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I got some Thoughts on the latest chapter, specifically Asra but I played Julian’s too (I’m coming Nadia please wait for me)

Spoilers for both Asra and Julian’s Chapter One routes below

Julian:

Listen.... who does this man think he is

like seriously because he was putting on the MOVES on my apprentice

Then again Rafael put the moves right back on him but STILL

There’s so many chances for you to take things forward and ofc I took them all lmao

So you got moments where Julian would joke/tease/flirt with Rafael and then get flustered when Rafael would ‘push’ back and flirt too which was the best thing that has happened since sliced bread

Of course it also led to Rafael finding out that Julian has a pain kink and BOY did he take advantage of that (’Let’s dance... wait nevermind’, Julian says, becoming increasingly turned on as Rafael prods his open wound)

However the guards kept cockblocking them big time which was both funny and annoying >:(

But I’ll forgive it because Julian apparently has a nice mother hen to make sure he just sits the fuck down and sleeps for a minute and it was cute as hell

AND IT LED TO ONE OF MY FAVORITE SCENES SO FAR

Rafael, climbing over Julian to pin him onto the bed: “I was told that I had to pin you down [to make you sleep]“

Julian, obviously into it: “If it’s you pinning me down I won’t object”

Me, the human being not expecting this while she was eating dinner: “Fucking? In front of my salad?”

HOWEVER IT ALSO LED TO A SCENE THAT MADE ME SO SAD

Julian, with his dumb sad wistful face: “If only we had time [for a real relationship, which he wants]”

Me, the human being with emotional whiplash: “Crying? In my salad? It’s more likely than you think”

ANYWAY I bought the book for ten dollars because I will replay it a billion times to cry while I wait for the next update

Asra:

Listen what the fuck is going on with these boys and breaking my heart

After the last update where Asra erased Rafael’s memories I was very suspicious of him because NOBODY erases my boy’s memories because they have commitment issues

but

holy

shit

This chapter took my emotions, put them in a blender, and drank it like a smoothie

Within the first thirty seconds of the first mini chapter I knew it was gonna be a wild ride

(btw I love Faust and if anything happened to her I would kill everyone in the room and then myself but MOVING ON)

I replayed it twice to get all the choices and holy fuck guys

One, I really appreciate that Muriel fan service because his exasperation with Asra’s decisions is a Big Mood

Two, NADIA DESERVES BETTER GODDAMMIT ASRA

Three, Julian really wanted to get with Asra and it’s a really good look into their relationship pre-game and why they both seem so bitter/on bad terms with each other (PROBABLY because SOMEONE with soft white hair avoids talking to the apprentice he loves and soft of takes advantage of Julian’s willingness (god i just want these boys to be LOVED))

Four, Lucio is a major ass but he’s still gonna be my icon because I love rude pissbaby trash apparently

Five, wwhat the FUCK WAS THE SCENE IN THE MARKET because it was Rafael in the past, with Asra putting the moves on him (’I am blinded by your beauty’ excuse me while I weep into my hands) WHICH APPARENTLY DIDN’T BOTHER MY APPRENTICE so like... at that point/memory, it was normal for Asra to gush about how much he adored Rafael to the point that Rafe wasn’t even fazed. WHAT HAPPENED TO MY BOYS WHERE RAFAEL FORGOT THAT (or is it a vision of the future? what is real anymore tbh)

THEN shit got real because Asra took me to the fountain version of Narnia and

oh boy

Asra ‘I am afraid of commitment’ Lastname admits that Rafael should get his memories back (memories, PLURAL, stop taking things from my apprentice son please for god’s sake) but he has to be careful because apparently he can have ‘irreparable damage’ and at this point i am crying

THEY KISSED IN THE RAIN LIKE A NICHOLAS SPARKS NOVEL AND IT WAS GLORIOUS AND I BURIED MY FACE IN MY SLEEVE TO CONTROL MY EMOTIONS

then Asra was like ‘lol bye’ and I have emotional whiplash

ANYWAY I bought his book too and I am pumped to spend all my money on these good routes like holy DAMN

#I'M SORRY MOBILE USERS #the arcana spoilers #i just.... what the fuck is going on

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