#make her. like. a blue tongued skink or something
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Accidentally deleted this trying to deal with the two reblogs of my last post that i accidentally did trying to reblog it to a community, so here we go again. These out of context doodles are a little different, they were more practice for angles. The first one I’m not too happy with, but i guess that’s what practice is for. Most of these are for scenes that haven’t been written, or haven’t even been outlined yet. The one with Ardyn and Kari and the spear-arrow thing im not even sure will make the Final Cut, though I hope i can fit it in because the fight it’s part of would be really fun to write, especially since it involves a lot of development between Ardyn and Kari





#I’ve been trying to develop Ardyn while writing the fic#because she’s a new character and so i need to actually develop her personality#also figuring out her relationship with Kari has been fun#i almost want to design a modern day design for her so Kari can still have her in the real world#make her. like. a blue tongued skink or something#httyd/the deep crossover#the deep oc#httyd oc#im so done. reblogged a post twice without meaning to#and deleted this one in the process as well#im going to bed
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here’s everything I have on TMR! What? You didn’t ask for this? DID I FRICKING STUTTER? TAKE IT. NOW.
Splinter: 36 ( originally human, now dumbo rat, mutated at 19*)
he’s really not that old this time guys
Pretty damn chill about most things
Like, as long as you finish your chores, read a book everyday, and stay a virgin until your 17, your freaking good
Slight depression because of his past
misses being human sometimes
Monda: 18 (✨FREE HOME✨, and living here by Mikey’s request and her own will) ( still working on species)
FRICKING HIPPY
HIPPY ALERT
bell bottoms, tie dye, heart shaped sunglasses, and all natural deodorant
Vegetarian ( she claims it’s to make a point, but it’s really just dietary limits)
Actually doesn’t care that everyone else likes meat, and respects their diet just like they respect hers
Will literally do any chore on the farm, she doesn’t give a crap
Art! Yey
Donnie and her bond over Steven universe
* crosses arms in a pout* If Rottmnt can have Cassandra then I can have Monda
Mikey: 17 (oldest) spotted turtle *
THE older brother. Period. End of statement
That is actually his whole personality, adorable big brother
Not the smartest at times, but he tries
Would prolly be a chad if it weren’t for his fam
Backwards baseball hat, oversized T-shirt, cargo shorts or jeans
Very easy going
Yk, Except for the crippling fear that he’s not doing good enough, and so upset that he can’t force himself to try harder and be more serious
Erm- ADHD anyone?
Had a phase when he was obsessed with medical dramas, so it led him to a unhinged amount of medical research, and now he’s the family medic
April: 16 ( Bad parent life, she is currently on the run and they don’t really care)
This is the most respectable and patriotic bitch you will ever meet
Very responsible, helps Mikey with his older sibling duties
Wants to join the military, but,, insufficient funds 🥲( and I mean she’s completely broke) ( also parent consent isn’t a great topic for her either)
Probably the most emotionally fragile out of the gang, but she hides it really well
Runs herself ragged with chores bc she feels like she needs to earn her right to live in the cabin
The ever present camo print baseball hat, white tank-top, jeggings and heavy duty boots
American history nerd
Raph: 16 (second oldest) Mud turtle
is it ok if I just,, * inserts 2012 raph with random canons*
The very definition of anger issues
Plays pretty songs for Mona on his (acoustic) guitar
Loves to play Benson Boone songs the most ( really good at singing too, but won’t do it infront of anyone)
Absolutely terrified of the goats
But he likes the cows pretty ok 👌
Just like, excessively protective of his brothers
Softieeeee
Likes to play hockey with Casey in the winter
Watched and memorized Hamilton for Donnie, accidentally enjoyed it and went down a late night rabbit hole in American history, now he knows like everything and April was very happy to be able to talk to someone about it.
( Donnie was also very appreciative of his Hamilton references )
Jean jacket, adult cartoon graphic Ts, and spandex ( yes he does get relentlessly bullied for his booty shorts, because he has no butt)
Mona: 16 ( wow another orphan, not adopted by splints tho, just here by Raph’s request- and obviously her own will) Blue tongued skink
Jolly good bitches ( she’s British..)
Think; Victorian that got thrown into the woods and fell in love with one of the unhinged hillbillies
Pretty sundresses and sun hats :)
Impeccable manners and emotional management skills
Really good with kids
Just fun and positive to be around
the tiniest bit prissy, just like, don’t make her shovel cow shit or something
Literally the only person the goats like for whatever reason
Has problems feeling pretty sometimes ( Raph obviously tells her that’s “stupitd as shit, your the most beautiful being on the earth)
Casey: 15 ( orphan 🥲, technically adopted by splints)
Baby, punk rock baby boy
looks up to raph and his assholery skills
Still sorta dorky and growing into his body
Refuses to get a haircut, splints can only convince him every year or so
Hates sharing a room with April, because she puts her ugly army-print stuff everywhere ( never voices this complaint tho)
Allll the jeans with shit hanging off of them and black T-shirts
Summer: Hits chicken eggs golf style with his hockey stick ( Monda hates it)
Winter: Actually plays hockey on the frozen lake
By time we actually get to the story, he has became a little less intense in his punk rock obsession, maybe it’s just cuz everyone got used to it
Donnie: 14 (slight older twin) black knobbed map turtle
Looks like a cinnamon bun, could kill you vibe
Secretly loves to garden, and is the main reason the green house stays alive
Still our little inventor tho 💕
Likes to play with the chickens, and always gets kinda sad when they use one for dinner ( him and Monda bond a little over that)
Slight problem with obsessing over musicals, faves being; Be more chill, Hamilton, and Heathers
Named the goats after the two biggest assholes he could think of ( Ram and Kurt)
Feels very deeply that education is important and forces Leo, April, and Casey, (and sometimes Raph) to do khan academy
Leo: 14 (slightly younger twin) European pond turtle
Raph is teaching him guitar
cONsTaNTly climbing trees
Mikey: “Where's Leo?” Raph: “ in that tree” Mikey: “ why am I even surprised”
Definitely little sibling privileges
Uh yummy = Bugs, dirt, rocks, sticks, raw chicken eggs, flowers, …. Brothers look tasty… but biting is a no no
Ngl, this iteration is probably going to develop VERY slowly, bc I only really feel the want to work on it when I’m bored of my other projects
But uhh- I started on Raph a little so I’ll prolly do his bio and stuff first, but here are some things i definitely want
Bring Casey back to HIS glory days ( no I did not like rise Casandra, why do you ask?)
April is a sister figure, she will also be much less annoying than rise April, and much less bich-ass terrible than 2012 April
… farm… Yus farm, they live on farm. COZY CABIN, YUS
Monaaaa! ( and Raph x Mona of corse)
Splinter is no longer old! He had the bois ( and got mutated) at 19 so… * quickmaths* he’s only 36! not even that old.
Crazy farm kids of the woods,, like Leo ( and Donnie) are always running around and climbing trees and shit.
Very found family, literally the whole crew sneaked their way into living in the cabin ( convincing Donnie and Raph to help build and additional room or bebe cabin)
I LOVE THISSSSS!!! THE FARMMM HOME SWEET HOME, …. Mayhem = some sorta farm dog??
I just want to mention, the cabin is actually pretty big, but it feels small cuz there are so many people
In case this wasn’t a given, there are many farm animals, lots of chickens and a small herd of cows, two very mean goats named Ram and Kurt, a farm cat named Thomas ( he is a very distinguished gentleman), and mayhem the Britney spaniel.
9 person/ mutant body count…. 9 people, jeez…. Why do I do this to myself?
uh that’s what I got for now, working on a backstory for how everyone ended up here, but this is what I got for now
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private ARMIN ARLERT from attack on titan / shingeki no kyojin. canon compliant. multi-verse. multi-ship. not spoiler free. originally established in 2013; resurrected again in 2024. penned with love by mouse.
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Doing my morning reptile chores and, of course, something's going on with Fable as always. She's my one-year-old Northern Blue Tongue Skink, and I swear there's always something going on with her. First, her heat bulb was burnt out. Then, as I was misting her enclosure, I noticed some dark red areas in her usual spot on the cool side. Oh no. Blood. Now Fable is tame, but she doesn't enjoy being held, and I don't see a need to force it on her just for my entertainment.
I managed to pick Fable up and look her over, and found the problem. She's shedding on her belly and it looks like, in an effort to scrape off her belly shed, she cut up the area where her back legs meet her body.
She lives in a 4'x2'x2' enclosure from Zen Habitats, and it's bioactive, which is great, because it holds humidity and is self-cleaning (meaning that isopods and springtails take care of any extra food, shed skin, urates and fecal matter, etc, but not great when she has a wound, because isopods like to eat damaged tissue, but also she slithers through the substrate and burrows, and that means she gets really dirty and it's basically impossible to keep a wound clean. I cleaned her wound out with some vet med spray, and put her back in the enclosure temporarily. I'm going to have to make her a quarantine setup with just paper towel while her wounds heal. And she's not going to be happy.
There goes my plans for the day, lol. But suck is life with pets, and I'm just glad I noticed this, because reptiles don't advertise when they're not feeling well, and I have a lot of pets, so the truth is, I'm not examining every pet's entire body every day. If I hadn't noticed the blood in the substrate, I don't know if I ever would have known she had injuries.
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This is an Asra x fem!reader. NSFW for sure, porn WITH plot <3 this is my first post on tumblr so feedback appreciated.
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You walk through the dusty streets of the Market towards the palace. Hundreds of stalls loom up on either side, alive and vibrant with colors, smells, and tastes. It feels good to be back in the heart of Vesuvia.
You turn to look at Asra beside you, keeping your exhausted pace. It had been 8 days since Nadia had asked Asra and yourself to go check out some mysterious magic happenings on the outskirts of the city. You scoff to yourself, mysterious indeed, it took half the time to even track down the little pixie creatures causing ruckus and mayhem. Eventually, after some exhaustive spell casting and careful teamwork the two of you had managed to return the troublesome pixies to the proper magic realm they escaped from.
You yawn tiredly, loosening the emerald colored traveling scarf from around your neck. It was afternoon now, and the sun was beating down.
"Almost there now," Asra spoke up, breaking the silence. He looked fondly over at you, a smile lighting up his sun kissed face. Even so, you could see that the time away from home had taken its toll on him too. You were both more than ready to hit the hay.
You nod slightly, keeping back another yawn. "I hope Nadia has food for us, I'm starved." The villagers in the towns you had visited were kind and generous, but nothing could beat the delectable food that the palace prepared.
Asra chuckled, "I'm sure that right after we fill her in on the successful pixie management she'll immediately be tending to us like a mother hen. You know how she is, she loves to provide." He pushed back his curls from his face to wipe his brow of sweat, smiling as he too imagined the delicious array of food that was about to be offered. He picked up his pace at the thought, making you jog a bit to keep up.
The Palace gates soon loomed over the two of you, sparkling and gold in the summer sun. The guards at the gate looked up as you approached.
"Ah, the magicians! I trust everything went alright?" One asked, clearly recognizing the famous duo. He smiled warmly, maybe a little starstruck.
Asra returned his smile, "it was simply magical."
You rolled your eyes at the terribly overused pun as the guard gave a hearty laugh. The two of you were waved in and informed that the countess was waiting for you in the dining room.
"Oh even better," you groaned in appreciation. "We get to eat while we talk. I love Nadia." Your stomach growls in agreement. Asra flashes you a beautiful smile as his feet climb the stairs alongside yours.
"And clearly," he adds, "she loves us back!" He was particularly looking forward to some blue tongued skink, Nadia knew it was his favorite.
It only took a couple minutes to reach the dining hall. One of the servers was bustling out the moment You and Asra rounded the corner to the door.
"Oh, hello!" They said, giving a small polite now. "The countess is expecting you! Please, come right in." They moved aside, holding the large ornate door open with one of their hands.
You wink and whisper your thanks as the two of you make your way in. Immediately your mouth fills with saliva at the smell that filled the room. The table was large and being filled with platters of many foods of different origins. The gold dinnerware twinkled delightedly up at you and the red wine glimmered deep and inviting.
"Welcome, friends." Nadia opens her arms, rising from her chair. She had just been sipping on some pre-dinner tea while waiting for her guests. She was smiling, and looking absolutely magnificent in her shining purple and gold robes.
"Hello Nadi," Asra said, joining you and her in a quick hug before seating himself at the table. You follow, sitting beside him as Nadia resumes her seat. The servants bring the last platter of steaming dumplings out at that moment.
You sigh contentedly. "This looks amazing Nadia, I feel spoiled."
Nadia smiles, the faintest blush on her high cheeks. "Anything for my favorite magicians, willing to travel far and wide in aid of Vesuvians in need." She adores, raising her wine glass. "To my dear friends, what I would do without you, I wouldn't know."
You and Asra raise your glasses with her, each of your own cheeks now a healthy pink. Nadia declares the meal to begin and you all dig in.
"Oh my, what troublemakers!" Nadia declares, after hearing the story about the pixies. The food was being relished amongst every plate and the wine was flowing steadily. "I can't believe such tricky little creatures exists." She continues, eyes sparkling as she pours another cup of wine.
"Yes, well, the magic world is something else entirely." Asra laughs, relaxed and feeling full. He was lounging comfortably, one hand gripping your thigh, another holding his gold goblet. His skin was warm and aglow.
You had your own hand comfortably nestled in his snowy white locks, massaging slow circles into his scalp. It had been a long 8 days and you were both happy to finally be able to relax into each other while having pleasant conversation.
"You should have seen the way they caused mischief," you add. “Oh I felt terrible for that village. So many upside down cows to turn over." Asra smiles as you tell the story, closing his eyes and leaning into your gentle touch. It was, to put it simply, the best feeling he could imagine. Well, almost.
Nadia chuckles again. "Well, I'm just glad that they are gone and we can laugh about this." She says, sighing in slight relief. "Vesuvia is fortunate to have two talented magicians like yourself. I am fortunate to have you as my friends. Your well deserved payment is in your guest room."
Asra blinks, "oh, you're offering us a place to stay tonight?" He asked, the gratefulness clear in his tone. You couldn't help but agree, walking back to the shop did not really sound like something either of you wanted to do. Especially, you muse, lifting your glass to your lips, after how many wine jugs the three of you had emptied.
"Why of course," Nadia looks surprised that we even had to ask. "And," she continued, "use of my personal bath this evening. You two more than deserve some relaxation and.. fun." She ends her sentence after a slight pause, giving you both a side glance full of humor.
You feel your cheeks go slightly hotter at the obvious suggestion. However, embarrassment aside, nothing else sounded better right now. You look down at your lover who was now lounging against your lap and smile. Oh how far too long it had been, the pixies had been relentless and had not offered much down time.
Asra chuckles, clearly more comfortable with the suggestion. He always had been a bit more confident when it came to discussing your private life. You found it quite endearing.
"Oh Nadi," he smiles. "You just made this evening even better somehow. I can't wait to take my love there and-"
Nadia waves her hand, laughing at your horrified face. "Please, please, I certainly don't need to know details." She grins, "just go, and take the wine."
Asra didn't need more encouragement and sat up promptly. He looks down at you, a shadow of hunger in his lilac eyes, offering you his hand. You take it, biting your lip as his gaze continues to rake over your body in the sort of way that makes you squirm.
"Thank you, Nadia." You say breathlessly, and a little sheepishly.
Nadia smiles, "anytime." She says, laughter still ringing in her voice. "Now go, before Asra here makes love to you on this table."
Your eyes open wide, shocked to hear her say such dirty words before ducking your head down in embarrassment.
Asra rests his hand on your shoulder and leans down to whisper in your ear, "you heard the lady." His voice is sultry and thick with want. "The table is looking awfully inviting right now."
Quickly, you turn and head out the door, Asra following close behind. The bath is not far down the hall and the two of you make great time. Asra's hand is at your waist, pressing in such a way that you know means desire. You hadn't realized how badly he had been missing you.
You make it to the door and turn to look back at your lover. You gulp at the hot scene behind you. Asra's eyes are half-lidded, purple irises cloudy with lust. His shirt is already half unbuttoned, revealing his delicious golden tan skin, smooth and beautiful. He's looking at you in a way that makes you think he hasn't eaten in a week and you are a five course meal.
He closes in, pushing you against the door and reaching for the handle. "You're terribly slow," he says, voice already rough, desire prominent. He pushes the handle and the latch clicks, the door swings in behind you.
The two of you tumble into the sweet smelling room. Obviously Nadia informed a servant ahead of time of the use of this room because the bath was already filled and steaming. On top of the water pink rose petals float, filling the area with a soft floral scent.
Asra closes the door with a soft click and looks over his shoulder at you. "Oh my dear," he murmurs, taking the couple strides to wrap you up in his strong arms. "I've missed hearing you cry my name, kissing those lips, and feeling your skin." His fingers travel up your waist and over your stomach. They linger, just a moment at the swell under your breast before finally cupping your face in his hands.
You tremble under his touch, body suddenly aching with need. You bring your own hands up to his chest and splay your fingers out so you can feel his heart beating. It's fast and erratic, excited to be close to you.
"Sweetheart," Asra whispers, voice heady. It's intoxicating to hear him talk to you in such a way. You look up at him and catch him licking his lips. You bring your own up to meet his, tongue out to capture his. He groans, melting into the kiss, gripping your hair so tightly it's almost painful.
You gasp, mouth opening and he runs his tongue along your lips, tasting the wine you both had shared. "Delicious," he says against your skin, tasting more and more. His hot open mouth kisses travel from your lips to your cheek, jaw, and finally resting on your neck. Asra loves to leave marks, and he takes your skin between his teeth intending to do exactly that.
Your moan comes out hoarse and you feel heat starting to pool between your legs. They feel shaky and weak, unable to withstand such torment.
Asra steadies you and pulls back briefly, cheeks flushed hot, want written all over his face. "We," he states, "are wearing far too many clothes for a bath."
You laugh and take his shirt in your hands. "I agree," you say, pulling at the remaining buttons. They come free easily and soon a glorious, shirtless Asra is standing before you. You drink in the sight unashamedly, totally enthralled with your lover. Gradually, though slowed by each other's groping hands, you both end up undressed.
Asra grabs your thighs and hoists you up onto his hips. You wrap your arms around his neck and press your breasts into his soft skin. He groans appreciatively, nuzzling his face into your chest breathing deeply, and walks the two of you over to the edge of the bath.
The water is still very warm as it licks your skin. You jump in surprise and moan slightly as it overtakes your aching folds and up over your ass. "Ahh-" you sigh, slumping into the crook of Asra's neck. "This is so good."
Asra hums his agreement before taking your chin between his fingers and directing you too look at him. His eyes are swimming with love, need, and an absolute desire to ravish you. You swallow hard, unable to look away.
"I want you." He says simply, barely above a whisper. He maneuvers your body so your back is against his chest. You lean your head back into him and relax in the fragrant water. Asra snakes his left arm around your waist and trails his fingers from your belly button downwards.
You bite back a squeal as his trained fingers circle the small nub at the top of your slit. He adds pressure, rubbing you in a manner that makes you crazy. Your hips wiggle back and you feel him, hard and straining, pressing into your ass. His breath hitches only for a second before he leans down to pepper soft kisses on your neck and shoulders.
His other hand makes it’s way up to your right breast and he expertly rolls your perked nipples between two fingers. Your whole body shudders in response to his actions.
“Ah, fuck Asra,” you choke out, moving your hips to meet his fingers as he slides them down your slick towards your now dripping hole. He wastes no time plunging two in, enjoying the feeling of your walls tightening around him.
Asra lifts his lips from your skin and brings his mouth to your ear. “You’re so ready for me, aren’t you. Pretty and wet for my fingers, aching to be filled.” He curls them as he says that, relishing in the soft gasps that fall from your trembling lips.
You groan as he licks the shell of your ear, hot breath teasing on the sensitive skin. “You,” your voice falters a second as Asra’s fingers continue to explore your insides in a way that makes you grip his strong thighs on either side of you. “You are ready for me too.” You finally gasp out, finding the strength to grind back against Asra’s swollen cock. You knew if you could see it, it would be an angry red and leaking precum, desperate to be buried to the hilt inside of you.
Asra’s breath comes out in a short gasp that makes you smirk in satisfaction. At least you still have a little control left. That thought flies out your brain a second later when Asra pinches your nipple hard then twists, making you cry out in painful pleasure.
“Watch yourself, my love.” He coos playfully, no remorse in his words. You grit your teeth, taking in the torture that both of his skilled hands are laying upon you. You know what he wants, and it is oh so tempting to give in. You’re almost at war with yourself as your back arches on its own accord in rapt pleasure.
“Oh please, please.” You finally break, body shaking. You reach your arms back and thread your fingers through Asra’s fluffy locks before gripping hard. “Asra please fuck me already.” You plead, unable to care anymore that you were begging.
You feel Asra’s fingers slow to a stop inside you and then remove themselves. You almost groan in disappointment but you know better.
Asra flips your body around so you’re straddling his hips. You gasp when suddenly you’re faced to face with your beautiful lover. He looks positively stunning, the soft moonlight coming in from the high windows bathing him in a pearlescent light. His skin is glowing with a cool sheen, and his breath is leaving parted lips shallowly. Not to mention, his hard cock straining against your stomach, just begging for attention.
You bring your hand down and rest your index finger lightly on the slit. Asra shudders at the touch, but certainly not complaining. He’s slick, just as you expected, and you lightly circle his tip.
“You go on and on about how ready I am.” You tease, “but look at you, practically cumming into my hand already.” You lift your fingers and bring them to your mouth, tasting his salty sweetness. Asra’s diet is rich with fruit and vitamins, and oh how you loved how he tasted as a result.
Watching you lick your fingers coyly has Asra’s eyes drooping with lust. “My dear, oh my love,” he whispers. “How I am going to fuck you until I fill you with that cum you love so much. Because it’s true, you love it don’t you.” He says, voice sugar sweet, expecting an answer.
You blush, despite your best efforts. You look at him, but he only blinks in return, waiting.
“Yes,” you whisper, voice thicker with need than you realized. You give up trying to be bashful. “Yes, yes. I love your cum, how it tastes, how it feels when you fill me up. I want it so bad.” You beg, looping your arms around his neck so your lips are just inches apart. “You have my heart, soul, and body.” The words tumble out naturally, “and gods, do I need you now.”
Asra bites your bottom lip harshly before fully overtaking your mouth with his. He’s moaning, almost desperately, into you. “I love you, my dearest one.” He pants, gripping your ass with his hands. You feel your hips being lifted up and your body quakes knowing what’s coming.
You feel the tip of Asra on the heat of your slit and you sigh deeply, “I love you too, Asra.” You say, bending your neck so your head rests on his muscular shoulder. Your lips find a sweet spot on his neck, an anchor, as he lowers you down onto him. It’s tantalizingly slow, allowing you to feel every inch as you sink lower in the water until he’s fully sheathed in you.
“Oh gods,” Asra groans, both from feeling you pulse around him and from your playful lips on his neck. “You are a gift to me.” He says, breathless from the feelings.
You smile, in delight from your lovers sweet words. Slowly and carefully you lift your hips up, at the same time dragging your tongue up his smooth neck to his ear. You suck and nibble on the lobe as you find your rhythm, bouncing steadily on the thick shaft. He feels absolutely amazing in you, filling you perfectly.
Asra grips your butt underwater with his strong hands and leans his head to the side, giving you better access. He guides your hips to a steady pace, humming appreciatively when you comply. “It has been far too long since I’ve felt your sweet pussy squeezing me like this.” He says, without skipping a beat.
You don’t have time to blush before he picks up the pace, leaving you moaning loudly into his ear as he hits the spot that makes you crazy. “Ah fuck, I agree, I do agree.” You manage, finally finding the words.
The water sloshes around your two bodies, stirring the rosy scent into the air. It’s smells amazing and makes you dizzy with pleasure as every sense seems to be met. Asra huffs gently next to your ear, holding you tightly against his body.
You savor the feelings of your chests sliding against each other, the feeling sleek from the warm water and sweat mixing. Your hips meet his, snapping against each other with quick splashes, making you see stars as he hits every time the spot that has you go wild.
The muscles in your lower stomach tighten and you know it’s only a matter of time before you’re screaming Asra’s name for the whole palace to hear. “Baby,” you say breathlessly, kissing any skin you can reach. His cheek, the corner of his eye, his plump lips. “I’m going to cum.” You whisper into his mouth. He swallows your delicious words and licks your lips in response.
“I love when you do that,” he says, a slight chuckle in his words. He wraps his arms tightly around your middles before bringing his hands up to your shoulder blades and raking his nails down your spine. You shudder at the erotic feeling and arch your back against his hands. He sighs happily when you give him access to this gorgeous view, stretched out before him, stomach and tits shining gloriously in front of him. He puts his mouth on your bellybutton and licks up to the cavity between your breasts.
“Oh mmm,” he hums, pleased with the sweet taste of your skin. “You are a delicacy amongst gods.”
You flush looking down at his lustful face, sucking on your skin, leaving marks where only he will see. He latches on to one of your nipples, moaning in immense pleasure at the feel of it in his mouth. When he nips at the sensitive skin you jolt, a small disruption in the steady bounce of your bodies.
“Damn,” you curse, words choking in your throat. Your nails dig into Asra’s shoulders as he re-establishes the torturing rhythm that has you shaking desperately against him.
“Let go for me,” he suggests in a sultry whisper that has you reeling with a feverish desire. The pressure in your core is building at an alarming rate as Asra thrusts into you, filling you every time to the point where you can barely hang on.
“I-“ you falter, eyes rolling as you feel that familiar tingle across all your limbs. Oh gods, you can’t stop it now. “Asra, oh fuck, ASRA-!” You scream head thrown back. Your walls clench, and the knot comes undone. It’s amazing, you almost want to laugh in pleasure at the feeling of coming around Asra’s cock. It’s so good you almost forget to breath.
Asra curses under his own breath as he fucks you through your high, barely holding on himself. You bring your head back down and kiss him deeply, tongue joining his. It’s a short lived battle to hang on and in a flurry of short gasps you feel him cumming inside you, unable to stop himself from the uncontrollable waves of pleasure that come from your hot walls clenching around him.
You both continue to kiss each other lovingly, slowing down gradually until you’re sitting on his lap. Eventually, you pull away a couple of inches, looking into your beloved’s eyes.
“Hello,” you say, smiling at your favorite magician. Asra’s eyes crinkle as he smiles, looking at you through hazy eyes. He kisses you again, gently, pleasantly.
“Hello,” he returns, after a minute. He runs his hands up your back, massaging as he goes. “You,” he adds lovingly, “are so beautiful.”
You smile adoringly. “Thank you, Asra.” You remove yourself from his lap and wade through the water towards the collection of bottles on the wooden shelf nearby. You grab a few that you felt suited the two of you best and turned to your lover. Asra had lifted his arms to rest on the sides of the bath and was looking at you with admiration.
“May I wash your hair?” You ask setting down the bottles, but keeping a lilac scented shampoo for Asra. He smiled at you, his face soft and kind.
“That would be amazing, my love.” He said, leaning his head back into the water to dampen it. You squeezed some of the lovely smelling shampoo into your hand and waited. Asra emerged a moment later and kissed you adoringly on the nose.
“Thank you,” he breathed. “For always taking care of me.”
You kissed him back, a peck, before turning him so his back was facing you. You rub your hands into a lather before working them into Asra’s soft hair.
“I always will, forever.” You say softly, happier than ever.
#asra alnazar#asra x reader#the arcana#arcana smut#asra smut#asra lemon#lemons#asra is so hot#I love him#lys writes
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MC Cooking LI’s Favourite Meal - Headcanon
Arcana Characters (Main 6) x MC
A/N: this is another request from the lovely @adrien-dot-png! Please let me know if there are any spelling or grammar mistakes :) requests are open!
❤️Julian❤️
He always appreciates it when you cook, because whenever he tries to do so himself, it usually ends up tasting odd
And whenever you make his favourite meal, he makes sure you know just how much he adores you
This display of gratitude can be anything from a simple gift to an entire monologue
If you get stuck with the monologue, the food will probably be cold by the time he’s done
Oh well, it’s the thought that counts
🧡Portia🧡
Between the two of you, you end up doing most of the cooking and she does most of the baking
With that being said, her favourite meal is incredibly easy to make, so no matter who’s in charge of food, you’ll probably have it pretty often
Somehow she never gets sick of it, so if you don’t like bread pudding, then too bad (it’s good though, try it)
Whenever she’s having a particularly rough day and you make it for her, she almost cries because she just feels so appreciated
Be prepared for lots of cuddles afterward, because it’s the exact kind of food that makes her want to bundle you both in blankets and snuggle with Pepi between you
💛Lucio💛
I’m going to preface this by saying please don’t eat raw meat or eggs, because that’s really dangerous
With that being said, if you make ox tartare for him, he’ll absolutely eat it because he loves it, and the he has like a 60-70% chance of getting sick and dying because he’s old and his body can’t handle it :( (/hj)
He absolutely adores it though
And lucky you, it’s super easy to make, because it’s literally!!! Raw!!! Meat!!! And raw egg!!
Disgusting! You think they have good quality checks in Vesuvia? No!! They didn’t have the technology!!! He will simply die!
💚Muriel💚
He’s a big fan of smoked eel, which isn’t the most difficult meal to prepare, so you’re in luck
It always puts a smile on his face that you both remembered his favourite food and took the time to prepare it
It’s little acts like this that make him fall all the more in love with you
He might be pretty flustered by the act of kindness, though, so he might not be a great conversationalist during the meal
That’s okay though, because it also means that he’s really enjoying his food
💙Asra💙
Hopefully you’re not too devastated by the idea that he eats blue-tongued skinks despite how absolutely adorable they are
If you can mentally and emotionally fortify yourself enough to cook one for him, he’ll be delighted
He’s usually the one who cooks most of the time; it’s just something he started doing to demonstrate his love in a little way, and then it stuck
So when you cook for him, he feels very special and loved
It probably won’t happen too often though, because blue-tongued skink isn’t super common in Vesuvia
💜Nadia💜
I mean this in the nicest way possible: don’t bother
She lives in a palace and has dozens of professional chefs, so unless you’re also a professional chef, it’s best to just leave it be
Of course if you go ahead and do it anyway, she’ll be appreciative of the thought behind it
She might not eat it though
She doesn’t mean to offend you, she just likes it a certain way, and it tastes weird and unpleasant to her otherwise
#the arcana#the arcana game#the arcana headcanon#the arcana hc#arcana#julian devorak#julian arcana#julian headcanon#julian x mc#Portia devorak#Portia arcana#Portia headcanon#Portia x mc#count lucio#lucio arcana#lucio headcanon#lucio x mc#Muriel arcana#Muriel headcanon#Muriel x mc#Nadia satrinava#Nadia arcana#Nadia headcanon#Nadia x mc#Asra alnazar#Asra arcana#Asra headcanon#Asra x mc#hope you enjoyed!#love you all!
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a/n: I’m currently bleaching my hair to dye it and to desperately ignore the itchiness I’m writing dumb stuff once again. don’t bring up the fact I didn’t include nezuko I barely can write something simple for her
I’m incredibly invested in animals so this was fun for me to do
Pet HCs for the Demon Slayers
Tanjiro
As much as I want to just say he’d get a dog or some normal pet I think he’d absolutely adore a rabbit or some small rodent
He loves it and takes absolutely phenomenal care of the rabbit. It’s just as nice as him and everyone else also adores the rabbit, but it doe have an issue with biting people he doesn’t like
Zenitsu
A very small hamster that he insists is his emotional support despite being as equally anxious as Zenitsu is
It likes to hide in his sleeves or his hood whenever he’s doing work or just hanging out with the hamster
Inosuke
A boar, no I will not explain why
No one knows how or even when he got it. It just showed up and no one has any idea of what to do about it. It will not leave
Kanao
She ended up buying a random hermit crab she felt bad for at a store and ended up falling in love with it
Soon enough she ended up having a whole ton of hermit crabs but she enjoys helping them pick new shells to move into and caring for them
Shinobu cannot keep track of a single one of their names but Kanao somehow can
Genya
Very big bearded dragon vibes coming off of him
Probably gave it some really cute name and takes very good care of it, he likes to let it rest on his shoulder while he does things
Sanemi isn’t allowed to take care of it because a cricket ran up his sleeve while trying to feed it and he never wants to step foot in the room again
Rengoku
The biggest and fluffiest golden retriever you’ve ever seen in your whole life, and it’s just as full of energy as him
It doesn’t have the best training though and has even taken out Tengen jumping on him when Rengoku didn’t put the dog in a different room while opening the door
Shinobu
She would absolutely love orchid mantises and would probably own an unreasonable amount of them. They’re just so pretty and look like little flowers
Other than that she’s probably owned frogs in the past. Her favorites were little poison dart frogs because she’d mortify everyone when she’d just pick them up bare handed
(fun fact w/ maxx: captive poison dart frogs are non toxic because they don’t eat the same insects in the wild that make them toxic!)
Sanemi
Never really found the interest in owning any weird or exotic pets, most of them freak him out or make him uncomfortable
Over the past few years he started adopting senior dogs from shelters to give them a proper home in their last few years and he has a major soft spot for them 🥺
Someone pointed out sanemis beetle I’m kind of an idiot that I forgot it lmao
Tengen
The most annoyingly pampered and spoiled small dog (I can’t decide between a toy poodle or dachshund and idk why those two come to mind)
Bedazzled collar and cool little accessories and all that. It constantly will be looking at others with the most unapproving glare ever
Giyuu
Of course he has cat owner vibes but I feel like he’d own another animal. He has a small and quiet little cat though that he talks to
He bought a tarantula for the sole reason of being able to tell others that it got out so that they’d leave his damn house when he wanted them to
Muichiro
Has co-ownership of a tiny betta fish that Genya helped him win at a festival. He has co ownership because he keeps forgetting to feed it and clean it’s tank
Despite that the fish is surprisingly resilient. It’s launched itself out of its tank on multiple occasions and survived fine till someone found it but heaven forbid Muichiro be ten minutes late to feeding it
Mitsuri
Absolutely another cat lover. Accidentally created an army of stray cats that cry at the front door to be fed every morning. They’re all kind of scraggly but she loves them regardless
Her favorite is an old one eyed calico that Obanai took one look at and named Pirate, she’s very sweet
Obanai
Kaburamaru and a love for snakes is a given for him. He likes ball pythons the most because they’re very sweet and cute!!
He’s had a blue tongue skink for a while too, but he also hates bugs so he makes other people get the insects to feed it (he can suck it up and handle them on occasion)
Gyomei
The absolute chunkiest grey cat you’ve ever seen in your life. It meows a lot to greet him and let him know where it is around his house
It has a habit of walking through people’s legs and causing them to trip. It will do this to everyone but Gyomei
#demon slayer#demon slayer headcanons#kimestu no yaiba#demon slayer imagines#tanjiro kamado#zenitsu agatsuma#inosuke hashibira#kanao tsuyuri#shinaguzawa genya#kyojuro rengoku#giyuu tomioka#shinobu kochou#sanemi shinaguzawa#tengen uzui#tokitō muichirō#mitsuri kanroji#iguro obanai#gyomei himejima
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Ferris
Summary: You and Chris fight hard, but at least making up is always fun.
Pairings: Chris Evans x Black!Reader
Warnings: Smut, daddy skink, swearing, sex in public
(A/N: Okay so yes. I watched Insecure and decided having sex on a ferris wheel sounded kind of hot. Sue me. Also a little bit of a toxic relationship because I also love Euphoria.)
The original plan for today was simple. Hang out with your girls, have fun at this music festival, and then go to a diner afterward because you knew you’d be drunk and starving by the end of the night. Except like usual you were thinking about Chris and the stupid fight the two of you were having. It was like you couldn’t really have fun.
He’d gotten mad when he saw the outfit you’d picked for the occasion. The butterfly covered bralette and matching skirt was kind of revealing, but that was the point. He didn’t want “other men to see what was his,” or some shit like that. God, he could be so possessive.
Of course, you wore it. You’d already bought it specifically for the occasion. With his credit card, you might add. You weren’t going to change in one minute just because he told you to. Except for your friend Amanda had already tagged you in a picture which he’d clearly seen since he’d been texting you almost non-stop all pissed off that you’d disobeyed him.
Sometimes he irritated you so much. Like, yeah you wouldn’t trade him for the world, but did he have to be such an ass about it. Then it was conflicting because apart of you kind of liked it. Your big mean Daddy putting you in your place. Maybe that’s why he treated you like that. He knew that deep down you had a thing for it. Except right now all you wanted to do was sulk as you argued with him back and forth through your messages.
Yet despite this, you still felt so needy for him. Like all you wanted was for him to hold you. Maybe give you kisses and tell you that you looked good. It was so annoying how desperate you felt for him. Aside from all the fighting, he was a really good boyfriend. He was perfectly affectionate, amazing in bed, wanted to actually have a future with you, and made sure you had everything you’ve ever wanted. He took care of you well.
There were times when the negative thoughts reared their ugly heads. Like your friends. It seemed they only saw bad. Like how he was gone a lot, but like it’s for work and you got to travel with him all the time which was fun. Or the fighting. Which okay, fair enough.
Sometimes it kind of just seemed like they were jealous. Like how’d you manage to snag Captain America of all people. Or why you put up with the things you did. Maybe when they find a boyfriend with a big dick and a bank account to match they’d understand.
Until then your friends' opinions didn’t really mean anything to you. It’s not like you ever asked them for it anyway. They weren’t complaining when he’d pay for the spa trips or even the VIP passes to this thing, though. They loved him then.
You took a sip of the beer Shannon had just handed you. This is going to sound so dumb, but like, the taste of it was making you think of him. It reminded you of those times he’d come home from work and you’d have dinner waiting like the good little girlfriend you are. After you’d curl up on the couch. He’d pretty much down his beer as you unwinded, pressed into his side.
Then at some point, he’d kiss you. It would start out all sweet and nice. He’d end up saying something funny and you’d giggle. He always said he loved your laugh. Then he’d pull you onto his lap, making you straddle him.
Your kiss would turn deeper. Hungry. Like if you didn’t kiss him right now, you might float away. Your tongues would caress while you had your arms wrapped around his neck. You’d feel his bulge grow pressing against your usually covered pussy.
That’s when you’d started grinding your hips because even the friction from his thickness was enough to get you close. He’d usually start out with his hands on your tits because even though he claimed to be an ass guy he always told you how much he loved your boobs. Then he’d pull you away to pull off your top bringing you back into him by putting his hand around your neck. Since you’d rather die than wear a bra at home, your naked body would be pressed against him even though he was still clothed.
As his lips would begin to trail down your body, his hands would rest against your ass. Squeezing it, smacking it, helping you grind into him. Then he’d do this thing where he lifted you up to lay you down. His lips still on yours as he moved kept moving against you.
Then you’d finally get naked and he’d fuck you right there not even bothering to go to the room. His dick hitting every spot all at once because of how damn thick he was. He was the first man to fuck you right. Maybe that’s why you were so crazy about him.
In those moments afterward, you’d have to stop yourself. You could taste the soft ‘I love you’ that you wanted to say so badly on your tongue. It didn’t feel right saying it without knowing if he’d say it back to you. You weren’t sure if he would.
You swayed back and forth to the music, singing along. Amanda was twerking while Shannon and Kim were pretty similar to how you were. If you weren’t one second away from showing everyone your panties with how tiny your skirt was you’d probably be right next to her.
Night had fallen and everything looked beautiful. The way the desert looked with the stage lit. The way they’d light up the ferris wheel. It was all so amazing. Yet your mind kept drifting. He hadn’t texted you back in a few hours which was weird for him when the two of you were fighting.
You’d walked away from the group to throw away the beer bottle you didn’t feel like holding. Before you could turn around, you felt a hand on your waist and groaned because why the fuck do guys do that. Until you looked up seeing the blue eyes of your handsome boyfriend.
Your breath hitched in your throat. Like it usually does because he was so fucking beautiful it wasn’t like you could help it. “Ch- Chris? What are you doing here?” For some reason, it felt like you’d gotten caught red-headed.
He shrugged. His hair was covered by the blue cap he was wearing, but it was so unmistakably him that you were surprised you weren’t being rushed by fangirls. “I missed you,” he replied.
You tilted your head to the side feeling all melty now from the simple phrase. “I missed you, too.”
He pulled you into a hug, nuzzling his face in your hair. “Can we talk? Somewhere private.”
You chuckled. “I don’t think we can really be anywhere private right now.” You glanced over at your friends who were rolling their eyes and such at the sight of him. Except for Shannon that is. She was really the only one on Team Chris.
“The ferris wheel,” he suggested, looking up at the giant contraption.
You scrunched up your nose. Just because you thought it was pretty didn’t mean you actually liked them. And, he knew that because every time you went to Disneyland you’d skip over it. “I don’t do ferris wheels.”
“I know, but just this once,” he said. “Just so we can talk.”
It was hard saying no to that face so you found yourself nodding. “Okay. Let me tell them I’ll be right back.”
Being Chris Evans he got to skip to the front of the line. The carriage was one of those enclosed ones. Similar to California Adventure’s, but of course not as big. Poor Chris looked squished on his side. At least it didn’t swing.
You looked out the window. You were barely off the ground. Neither of you said anything. It was a little quieter here, but not much by much. A part of you wanted to go over there and take a seat on his lap as you went further.
“So,” he started, finally breaking the silence after you were a quarter of the way off the ground. “I just wanted to say that I’m sorry... you know for all the fighting.”
You weren’t really expecting that. Your eyes met his and you wanted to swoon, but you needed to keep your composure. “Why are we like this?” You asked.
“I don’t want it to be,” he said. “I know this is going to sound fucking crazy, but I drove all the way here because at some point I realized that you’re more important than losing you over me not liking your outfit, which you look really cute by the way.”
You smiled. “You really think so?”
“You always do. You’re gorgeous, Honey. I’m so fucking sorry if I... if I make you feel like I don’t care because I do.” He took a deep breath. “I guess what I’m trying to say to you is that I love you, Y/N.”
“Really?” Your heart felt like it was going to explode.
“I have since we met I think.”
“I love you, too,” you said. Leaning forward so you could kiss him. The inside of the carriage was dark so no one could really see into it, but then again people were probably watching it like a hawk just trying to catch a glimpse. He’d grabbed onto your hips like he did when the two of you were on the couch making it, making you straddle his lap. It honestly felt like you might as well be at home with how damn comfy he is.
“I’m sorry, Baby,” he said. His hands rested on your ass he started kissing your neck. “I don’t ever want to lose you.”
“You won’t,” you replied. He lifted up your bralette so he could kiss down your chest, taking a nipple into his mouth swirling his tongue around. You moaned feeling his dick hardening underneath you.
You reached between both of you to palm him in his jeans. He groaned as you rubbed him. You need to be quick because your carriage was moving again and clearly it couldn’t just end in a makeout session. Not with the way he was kissing you and you couldn’t leave your poor boyfriend all hard with blue balls.
You unzipped his pants and smiled when his dick popped out. “Oh, Daddy,” you cooed.
“That’s my girl,” he whispered in your ear. “Always ready for me, huh?”
“Always,” you repeated before kissing him again.
He pulled your panties to the side as he lifted your hips up to inch you down his length. He felt so fucking good inside of you. “That’s it, Honey. Ride me.”
“Yes,” you mewled. He filled you up so perfectly. You were so fucking full. It never made any sense just how good it always felt. As you bounced up and down his length you could feel your slick dripping out to cover him.
His balls were slapping against your ass every time you went down and for some reason, it felt so damn good. You bit your lip trying to keep yourself from crying out again. Even though you were sure no one could hear you, you still didn’t want to get too loud.
He’d grabbed your hips. Making you tilt back so he could leave hot open-mouthed kisses trailing from your neck to your collarbone to your breasts. You threw your head back trying to keep your noises in your throat. You were holding yourself up with your hands on his knees.
“That’s it, Baby. I know you wanna cum for me.” He grabbed you, bringing your forehead to his. One of his hands squeezed your neck with just enough pressure.
Your pussy was clenching around him your insides fluttering as you felt yourself getting there. “Fuck, Daddy, I’m gonna cum,” you whined. Your orgasm was so close you could fucking taste it.
“That’s it. That’s my good girl,” he whispered in your ear. “Cum for me.”
You pressed your face into his t-shirt as you reached your breaking point. You moved your hips harder trying to ride out your orgasm. The way you were moving triggered him to start spilling inside of you. “Fuck,” he cursed, his grip going to your ass again so hard you kind of knew you were going to bruise.
“Yes, Daddy. Yes.” Tears welled up in your eyes as you started to come down from your high.
You laid your head on his chest as he leaned down to kiss the top of your head. Your body was shaking and you wanted to calm down by the time you had to get out of the carriage. You looked out the window again. That whole time at the top had been spent fucking and it was almost time for you to compose yourself.
“We probably aren’t the first ones to do this today, huh,” he wondered out loud.
You chuckled, putting your chin on his chest and looking up at him. “Probably not.”
He rubbed your ass sweetly not even realizing before how tender your body was now. He sat back with his eyes closed. “Is it bad that I could sleep like this?”
“No. I think I could, too,” you replied, feeling your eyes all droopy.
You finally got up before the ferris wheel reached the ground to make yourselves presentable. You sat back in his lap melting into him until it was at a complete stop.
“I love you,” he whispered.
“I love you, too.”
He smiled all sweet before placing a kiss on your lips. You guys were always fighting and making up and as much as you’d say it was water under the bridge, this was the first time it really felt like it. You couldn’t wait to see how things would be from now on. He was your person.
#Chris Evans smut#chris evans x reader#chris evans x black!reader#chris evans x poc!reader#chris evans x you
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Something Entirely New Ch 14
Nothing But The Sound Of Paint Brushes
You and the crew go painting with a shy amazonian painter, named Rayna. (AO3)
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“Morning sleepyhead.” Asra croons, stuffing his nose into your hair and nuzzling your neck close. You had wondered why you felt extra weight dipping into your mattress this morning, and that familiar warmth of Asra’s body embracing yours. You hum in delight, giving Asra an affectionate squeeze.
“Morning indeed. How’d you sneak in here?” You ask playfully, indulging his cuddly desires as you through your leg over his waist to pull yourself that much closer to him. A mix of tangled limbs and hushed voices raspy from a long night's rest. Mornings like this with Asra weren’t uncommon back at the shop but what’s new is the sound of clanging dishes in the kitchen, rather, not any kitchen noises made by Faust. Instead, now it’s Muriel, making a quick breakfast of eggs and tea.
“You looked so cute sound asleep I couldn’t resist sliding in next to you.” He hummed taking an exaggerated sniff of your hair, the scent of shampoo he bought for you clinging to your tussled locks. You pat his shoulders signaling to him that it was finally time to crawl out of bed and give Muriel some company.
“The food smells good as always.” You commented, pulling on some clothes for the day and padding over to the washroom to brush your teeth. Asra nodded in agreeance before you listened as he glided down the stairs. The muffled conversation between Asra and Muriel brought a smile to your face.
When you entered the kitchen Muriel was just finished setting the table and pulling out your chair, you smiled at the man before placing your hand over his in silent thanks. He blushed as he nodded to you, motioning to your chair for you to sit. Your morning together was spent the same as it always had been, eating, listening to Asra chatter about his dream the night before and getting excited about the day ahead in town.
“Today we get to paint our little vases!” You exclaimed, clapping your hands together. You loved to paint, especially on mornings you secretly kept the shop closed longer than you should have when Asra was away. What he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt you always thought, it gave you time to slow down and take a breather while running the shop alone.
Muriel offered a small smile before he cleared his throat to speak.
“You’ll have to help me again, Y/N... if you don’t mind.” He stammered out. You could tell he was working on building up his confidence with the way he spoke to you lately, it was a welcome change. The way he walks with his back straighter, he always has a small smile plastered on his lips, he keeps his eyes on yours instead of bouncing around the room to avoid you. It was like watching a flower’s petals unfurl and open up to let the sunshine in. Beautiful.
“Of course, Muriel.” You reply, smile growing just a bit wider. Asra was pouting playfully.
“Help me too, Y/N!” He said, he was already a natural when it came to paining. He was more stylistic and abstract with his work while you loved to dabble in realism. You and Asra shared a laugh before you pressed a hand to his knee.
“Yes, of course I can’t leave you out Asra~” You coo. You stood from the table, missing the way Asra deflated at the loss of your touch. Muriel silently chuckled at the drop in Asra's shoulders when you left. Muriel stood and the three of you deposited your dishes in the sink and left for town.
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“Howdy you crazy kids!” James called from the door of his shop waving the three of you over. Asra greeted the man and you all stepped inside the pottery shop to see your vases.
“Vases lookin’ pretty darn good if I do say so myself! There’s a lot of love put into these pieces, even an amateur can see it!” James comments fondly, the crow’s feet at the corner of his eyes crinkling ever so slightly as his smile deepens. Asra grins from ear to ear, marveling at the near finished look of the vases.
“They’re perfect!” He sighs dreamily as he inspects your work. You couldn’t help but chuckle at Asra’s excitement, he was always a delightful person but this is a type of glee you haven’t seen in a while. Not unless you come home with his favorite food, blue tongued skink.
“We still have to paint them.” Muriel added, his voice was deep and flat but the faint smile on his lips was noticeable, he was happy too.
“Oh yes yes! Don’t let me hold you all day again! Go on next door and get to paintin’ these beauties! Shoo shoo!” James chortled, ushering the three of you out the front doors and right through the next shops doors. He chatted a bit with the owner before he shook your hand roughly shooting you a wink and heading out before you could even give a proper goodbye. You smiled wistfully as his short form staggered back to his own shop, the walls were thin and you could hear him greeting new customers every now and again.
The painting instructor was the polar opposite of James. A tall slender woman, long wavy strawberry blonde locks fell graciously down her back, she wore a long flowing dress that pooled at her feet with a bright shawl pulled over her shoulders, accented by a large sun hat that sat atop her head. Much like her body, her face was long and slender was well, a thin but beautifully sculpted nose right above a small mouth, large tired looking golden eyes with long blonde lashes. She was freckled, blushy, her voice was small and mousy and she stuttered quite a bit. You could tell she was awkward but it seemed her confidence lied with her work.
Her paintings were astounding, by the looks of it she could paint in just about any style or medium. Realism, abstract, paint splashes, oil paint, acrylic, water color, pastels. It was awe inspiring.
She nodded silently towards a long table set to the back of the room, offering the three of you a small smile and bow. She shuffled quickly out of the room and into what you imagined to be a tea room or kitchenette of sorts. She reappeared before you soundlessly with three steaming cups of tea.
She whispered, “I recommend acrylic paint.” She slid a box of the paint onto the table before placing three jars of water to rinse the colors, and finally fresh brushes to use. Without another word she glided across the room to sit herself in front of her large easel and continue with her own work. It was quiet, save for the sound of the morning breeze rolling through the room and rustling the lady’s plants and wind chimes. The three of you silently decided to keep quiet as well, it was comfortable and serene. Everyone at peace and creating art. Muriel would look to you for advice and you would point to whichever paint you thought would look best. He’d always nod in response, almost a bit too formal and serious for what was being discussed. He wanted his succulent to be perfect, and evidently, he imagined you were the best person to help him create that.
Asra would nudge your elbow and ask you opinion on his ideas for his vase.
“More purple? Or more gold?” He’d whisper, feline like eyes never leaving his brush as it danced along the hardened clay of his vase.
“I think there's enough purple Asra.” You’d respond trying to stifle your laughter, he’d exhale hard through his nose at your words before he got back to painting. You shook your head at him playfully before you continued your work. You admired the quality of the paints the instructor acquired, it was smooth and silky as all good paints should be. She had rare paints that she wasn’t afraid to share, due to the fact she bought all of her supplies in bulk. The rest of the morning was spent sipping tea and painting in near silence.
When the three of you finished, you noticed the painter's owlish eyes watching you over her easel. The sound of your paint brushed dripping into your water jars for the last time must has signaled to her that you were finished and ready to leave.
“Finished?” She asked in a hushed tone, eyes bouncing between the three vases. Asra's loud and bright with a mixture of lavenders and royal purple decorated with golden stars and constellations, yours was a solid color mixed with a milky white as his heavy cream had been poured directly into the paint, one that would go lovely back at the shop, it wouldn’t attract too much attention but it wasn’t bland either. Just your taste. Finally, for Muriel, he wondered if against the tans and gold of the desert would a sky-blue pot go well? You agreed and that’s what he did, not giving it much else thought. If you said it was a good idea, then it was the best idea.
“Lovely work. It’s darling.” She said, smile spreading and the apples of her cheeks tinting pink. She ushered you all to the doors and instructed for you all to let your pots dry in the window sill at home for a day and they’ll be right as rain.
“I’m sorry. I never caught your name, ma’am.” You mentioned just as you were stepping out into the early afternoon sun.
“My name? O-oh is Rayna. Have a blessed day.” She said and slipped back into her house before you could reply, you smiled before you bowed at nothing in particular and the three of you head back home to place your vases in the window.
“All the quiet made me sleepy...” Asra yawned, stretching his arms high above his head as he walked inside.
“Let’s have a lazy day in.” He whined, already heading up to his bed without another word. You chuckled at him before you heard Muriel’s stifled yawn from behind you.
“Alright, lazy day it is!” You say, dashing up the stairs to throw yourself into bed. Muriel stumbled behind you before he curled up in his own bed and the rest of your day was spent napping. A content smile remaining on your lips.
#something entirely new update#the arcana#the arcana game#asra#muriel#asriel#Muriel x reader#asra x reader#muriel x asra x reader#fluff#the apprentice
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Figured I’d make an actual post about my ‘Sona; give information for those who might want it, and so I have an actual thingie to reference back to! Things are subject to change, of course.
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Sunny
-Can be referred to by two others aliases: Sunset and Maple-
A humanoid creature who holds the ability to hop between universes. Although, she is seemingly unsure about how she can go from one to another. On occasion, she has knowledge about the universe she next appears in, despite claiming to never have been there before. Or she’ll retain knowledge from one to another; if it is a revisit or a “sequel” or “fan variation.” It has been shown in some universes
that she can attain different forms or appearances. Shifting and changing at will, or coming with it naturally. More eyes, a set of mandibles, a tail and horns, turning into an animal or other creature entirely, etc. Her body will change to suit the World. One form that she seems to fall into, is a partially altered version of herself. Slightly bent legs with claw-tipped toes, a stretchy mouth with sharper teeth, claws to replace her fingers, and slightly different eyes. It’s currently unknown why she tends to stick with this form, and if it will ever change. However, it has been shown that she can change into it under large amounts of stress of rage when not shifted on command. No one is yet sure if there is an evolved form to this shift.
Certain information gathered on her thus far is as follows:
She occasionally refers to herself as “We.” Ex: “We didn’t mean to.”
She has a high fear of drowning/being underwater for elongated periods of time. It also seems she has a fear of bees/wasps. Tending to freak out if something unidentified buzzes near her.
She likes to refer to herself as a Cryptid/Eldritch Monster/Demon. It is unknown if she is being serious or not.
No one knows what’s under the hair hiding her right eye.
She loves animals and creatures alike, but has a preference towards felines and snakes.
She appears to have a strong habit of “adopting” other humanoids or creatures. Protecting them, caring for them, comforting or scolding them and the like. And doesn’t seem to care how young or old they are to a certain degree. She seems to enjoy the motherly role, yet is heavily against having her own spawn.
She is in a near constant state of cold or ‘chilly.’ And on occasion, she is in a state of too hot. A comfortable balance is hard to come by, as it seems.
She has heavy bags under her eyes, no matter how much sleep she gets.
Seems to be quite anxious inside, and possibly have paranoia. Easily set off by sudden and unidentifiable sounds. And this feeling seems to rise when in the darkness alone...But only sometimes. She also panics and questions the friendship of others, or how she has been acting.
She has a blue tongue. Much like how a skink does.
Other miscellaneous material includes: A liking to coffee. However, she puts a large amount of sugar, milk and the like in it. Her favorite food appears to be sushi, and she knows how to use chopsticks efficiently enough. (And appears to be disgusted upon the option of a fork.) She seems to have a laid-back, calm attitude on the outside. But is easily excitable or agitated. She also appears to be quite the grudge holder. Her self-esteem is quite low, and she tends to agree to- or bounce off- insults or jabs quite easily. But even still, she has limits on how much she’s willing to take. Apparently she has a general disliking for most humans, seeming to be disappointed in something different almost every day about what one human did, or another.
More shall be recorded at a later date. But as for now, this is as much as one could possibly conjure at this hour. -?
#my art#my sona#SunsetHourglass#Trying to recollect information about my Sona was a big ol HHHHH#I probably missed stuff but it's almost 4 AM and I cannot care enough right now
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What kind of pets would the creeps/ slender brothers have?
Slender
Slender likes birds and cats.
He has a grey parrot that Offender rescued and then gifted to him.
He was a little touched at the kind gesture...until the parrot started moaning at 3am from his bedroom.
Through a good few weeks, and many awkward explanations/apologies, Slender got him to repeat more common phrases.
He also has a black and white cat he's named "Gus" that's content on his lap or shoulders while he works.
Splendor
Has a giant fish tank in his room.
Lot's of bright and colorful fish, along with other aquatic creatures that fit in the tank, like crabs, snails, eels, and a LOT of coral.
He's also tamed a wild squirrel. It's hiding somewhere in a nest under his bed.
Trender
He wants a chinchilla SO BAD.
They're so cute.
Or maybe a baby pig.
However, he knows he's not around enough to take care of one himself.
But he does have a black and white cat that he's named "Mr. Mistoffelees", a reference to the Cats musical.
Offender
A giant dog.
Something along the lines of a Mastiff or a Great Dane.
Something just as intimidating as him, but fluffy and cuddly on the inside.
Also loud and obnoxious in the early hours of the morning.
He also has a smol and cute dog, cause ladies love those.
And the pomeranian grew on his heart, too.
He rescued (cough, stole, cough) from one of his lovers home when he saw it was being neglected.
He gave it to Slender after he...started picking up on some lewd sounds.
Jeff
Smile dog, ofc.
Grinny recognizes him as someone who feeds him half of the time (Slender keeps a dog/cat food bowl in the kitchen), but other than that he's not too fond of Jeff as an owner.
Especially since Jeff cradles him a lot when picking him up, which Griny hates to no end.
Jeff probably has a pet raccoon or smth.
"Ya this is Francine, i found her in da trashcan."
BEN
I can see BEN owning a share of tarantulas and reptiles.
Something that doesn't need a lot of light because his room is practically a dungeon.
He doesn't mind spiders, actually.
He also has a ferret that slinks around on his desk alot.
Eyeless Jack
He likes reptiles best and favors a blue-tongued skink that steals his pillow at night.
But he also has a cute lil grey and brown corn snake that slithers around a rather large tank.
Laughing Jack
Jack loves snakes to no end.
Also rats!!
You can see the conflict.
But he always makes sure they're 100% safe at all times.
You can occasionally catch him giving w few rats a ride on his shoulders, or a snake coiled around his arm, just vibing.
He has a pet lemur too.
He used to have a big ol’ white tiger and snow leopard, but they were too much to take care of.
Masky
He has a little hedgehog boi.
He fell in love ever since he saw one float on a pond.
And he just knew that he had to have one.
He had a parrot
Hoodie
Hoodie has a little bird that chips every morning at 6:00 to wake him up for work.
She likes to hop around on him while he works from home or sleeps.
And she's really well trained, all Brain has to do is whistle and she comes flying!
She's very adorable and loving, and when Tim comes over she likes to nibble on his ear and tussle his hair.
Toby
Toby has...an unusual taste for pets.
He's the biggest animal lover.
He had a raccoon once, but it didn't turn out well since it was, indeed, feral as all hell.
He like lizards though, and head a bearded dragon in his room that's named, "Roberto".
He also has a pair of fluffy rabbits that are “dating” in Toby’s terms.
They're both big, chubby, and adorable.
Lost Silver
He's got a lot of forgotten pokemon running around his room.
(BEN visits alot bc he absolutely loves em)
They're kind of high maintenance bc they bleed everywhere, but he knows no one else will take them.
And also he couldn't bear to part with any of them.
#this obv wouldnt be in mansion au#creepypasta#lost silver#toby#ticci toby#hoodie#brian thomas#tim wright#masky#laughing jack#eyeless jack#Jeff#jeff the killer#jtk#slender#offender#splendor#trender#ben#ben drowned
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HC Idea 👉 Apprentice is a terrible cook. They make something special for their LI on their birthday. It /sucks/ 🤢
Lucio
Has no poker face. Zero.
But he tries
HE REALLY TRULY TRIES
But you burnt the cookie cake.
It's a beautiful cookie cake on top
Black as coal on the bottom.
He gets the kitchen to make a batch of frosting.
Just frosting
And instigates a frosting fight to cheer you up and still get you both a sweet satisfaction.
Do you make an absolute mess of his bed? Yes.
Do the doggos take it upon themselves to lick your faces clean? Also yes.
Do you both sugar crash in the bath and fall asleep cuddled in the water? Hell yes.
Nadia
You try to make spiced swordfish.
You focused too much on the "Spiced" part
Cayenne and ginger should never go together in that quantity.
She chokes down a couple bites.
Then she's chugging a bottle of wine.
You can't even eat it
and hold your hand out for the bottle when she's done.
You're both redfaced from the spice and end up laughing at each other.
You skip to dessert
which includes a bottle of golden goose and a stroll to the fountain
Muriel
You try to make him a cake.
It was going to be so good
Lemon pound cake filled with lemon curd
Powdered sugar lightly dusted over it.
It looked so pretty when Selasi taught you how to make it
But when you do it solo?
The lemon curd won't thicken
The cake stays liquid in the middle
Muri comes home to you cussing out the oven with tears in your eyes.
He insists on trying the cake when it finally cooks.
His face puckers
It's so sweet.
Too sweet.
He loves the thought
But he can't eat it.
Julian
You try to make a Nevivon dish
It's salted fish and vegetables and gravy over wild rice
You can't cook rice
It's still hard.
The vegetables though? Mushy and overcooked.
Julian doesn't seem to notice at first?
Like he says it reminds him of the cooking on a few of the ships he served on?
But then
The fish.
You didn't soak the fish long enough.
He takes one bite.
"Bite" his teeth can't get through it.
It hangs out of his mouth for a moment while everything sinks in.
Then he laughs, and everything is fine.
He offers to show you how to fix it, and he does.
Portia
Carrot cake doesn't read like a hard recipe.
And you just picked a fresh batch of carrots from the garden.
It really doesn't look hard
So you do it.
You should have stopped when you sliced your finger on the grater and had to start over.
But nope. Love of your life, birthday girl, Portia gets something special for today.
It ends up being more carrot than cake.
But the cake part is burnt
and the carrots are half raw?
And neither of you know how that happened??????
You feed each other raisins while lounging together instead.
Clothing optional.
Portia starts trying to toss raisins and catch them in her mouth.
They land in her cleavage and you both die laughing.
Then you break out the rum
Asra
You try to make him blue tongued skink and lapsang.
But the tea steeped for too long
The skink is sad and grey and vaguely mushy.
Asra eats it anyway, trying to tell you it isn't that bad.
He really does appreciate the effort.
Catch him sneaking out at night for Vesuvian McDonalds though.
You stop him and ask him to bring back fries.
He brings back many fries, and chicken nuggets.
You spend the rest of the time you should be sleeping eating and stopping Faust from getting fries
Potato no good for snek.
Potato very good for shoving in each others faces though.
He also brought ice cream.
It's half melted by the time you get to it but that makes it even better.
You pass out around dawn with the remnants of your feast scattered on the floor around the bed.
Cleaning is a daytime thing.
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Celeste Stuff
Basic Character Questions
First name? Celeste
Nicknames? Cela
Date of birth? September 23rd
Age: Thirty-three
Physical / Appearance
Height? 5'
Build? She's got a soft build. Wide hips and full, heavy breasts. No real muscle tone, except for her legs and backside.
Hair color? Dark brown at the roots, fading to a lighter tone at the ends. Shock of dark blonde at the front of her head.
Hair style? It's just...so much hair. She keeps it pinned up for the most part, but if she let it down it would fall to the tops of her thighs. She twists it up like a crown at the top of her head, framing her face with what can't be contained, tucking the strands behind her ears.
Eye colour? Green, like seaglass
Distinguishing facial features? A heavy smattering of freckles across her nose and cheeks.
Which facial feature is most prominent? Her lips. The top lip has a sharp cupid's bow, the lower lip is full and pronounced.
Which bodily feature is most prominent? Her hair. There's just so damn much of it. Second would be her chest. A lot of that, too.
Hands? Long elegant fingers with short, manicured nails. She pays a lot of attention to her hands, as often as she has to scrub for examinations and deliveries, her skin dries quickly. She loves a luxurious lotion or oil.
Makeup? Not a fan in day to day practice. If she's invited to the palace for a formal affair, she has no qualms about a dramatic eye with lots of violets and a bold brow, soft lip. When the mood takes her, she'll wear dark red lipstick.
Scars? A few burns on her arms from miscalculating the angle of removing things from the oven.
Type of clothes? She tends toward linen and cotton dresses when she's home in gem tones. She likes to "borrow" Asra's tunics. At work, she wears a structured uniform of Julian's choosing, with a lot of piping, high collar and long skirt. If it's cold, she's usually sent out in massive furs.
What are their feet like? Her feet are as immaculately manicured and kempt as her hands. She wears short, ankle-height leather boots with a pointed toe and thick, short, sensible heel.
Are they in good health? When she's making good choices and not draining all her magic, generally.
Personality
Are they more optimistic or pessimistic? Optimistic. Or, rather, stubborn. She can get in her head about somethings but knows that if she goes at it at the right angle she'll usually succeed, even when it's hard.
Are they introverted or extroverted? Introverted. She decided to live with the hermit, after all.
Do they ever put on airs? When Lucio is around. It's not even conscious, she just hates him so very much and wants him to know that she's superior in every way. Pretty much the only person she has that strong negative opinion of.
What bad habits do they have? Giving too much of herself and not knowing when to take a step back.
What makes them laugh out loud? So many things.
How do they display affection? Acts of service and physical touch.
How do they want to be seen by others? As someone that can be relied on. A healer, putting others first.
How are they seen by others? Trustworthy if a bit strange. Townspeople can never quite figure out what's going on with her and her men, so she has been a source of gossip. It hasn't hindered anyone from coming to her in their time of need.
Strongest character trait? Boundless love and devotion.
Weakest character trait? Not knowing when to quit.
How competitive are they? There's a little streak of it. Maybe more than a little.
Do they make snap judgments or take time to consider? A little from column a, a little from column b.
How do they react to praise? She loves it. It gives her warm, tingly feelings. Unfortunately, it all comes out a little "Shut up, baby, I know it."
How do they react to criticism? Poorly. Not the person to offer criticism to, constructive or otherwise. She will shut down.
What are their biggest secrets? Her private "birthday parties" for Julian. She sees it as a necessary evil, but not one that will be particularly well-received if word got out. Hence, wiping his memory the next morning.
When was the last time they cried? All the damn time. She's got a lot of feelings, okay?
What are their political views? That there's always more that can be done to improve the lives of the people, and when that gets clouded, society suffers.
What will they stand up for? Justice, Equality, Love.
Are they indoorsy or outdoorsy? Outdoorsy.
What quality do they most value in a friend? Knowing when to intervene on her behalf.
What do they consider an overrated virtue? Temperance.
If they could change one thing about themselves, what would it be? Not a damn thing.
Friends and Family
How big is their family? Growing. She has Asra, his parents, Muriel, and Julian. She will have the babies, too, soon.
What is their perception of a family? It's the most important thing. Even if it isn't blood, you can forge your own family.
Describe their best friend. How do you describe Julian Devorak?
Do they have any pets? Inanna and Faust. She hasn't found a familiar that truly suits her.
Past and Future
What is their greatest achievement? Arguably, beating the devil. Getting Muriel to accept that they were just going to be in love forever and that he needed to calm the hell down is a close second.
What was their first kiss like? The first one she remembers was like fireworks and rainbows, which seems silly and childish, but that's what kissing Asra is like. Pure, childlike innocence and all-encompassing passion. But, there have been a lot of first kisses, and they are all magical.
What is the worst thing they did to someone they loved? Gave up and moved on after holding on for too long.
What advice would they give their younger self? It won't be easy, but it will be worth it.
What past actions are they most ashamed of? She has a lot of pain surrounding Julian and not being able to just fully let him go, and it leads to her making some questionable choices.
Has anyone ever saved their life? Too many times.
Love
Do they believe in love at first sight? Absolutely.
Are they in a relationship? Oh, yeah.
When did your character last have sex? This morning. Twice.
What sort of sex do they have? Um...What kind of sex doesn't she have?
Has your character ever been in love? A lot. Too much.
Have they ever had their heartbroken? Yes. Badly.
Conflict
How do they respond to a threat? It depends on how immediate the threat is.
Are they most likely to fight with their fists or their tongue? Magic first, fists next.
If your character could only save one thing from their burning house, what would it be? Anything can be replaced. But, if pressed, the ring that Muriel and Asra created for her when they wed.
What is their choice of weapon? Magic.
What living person do they most despise? Lucio. Depending on your definition of "living".
Where do they go when they’re angry? Bed, or to the waterfall.
Work
What is their current job? Midwife and healer.
What do they think about their current job? It's important, necessary work that she feels passionately about.
What are some of their past jobs? Royal magician, shopkeeper.
What is their socioeconomic status? There's a lot of bejeweled shells to go around. She doesn't accept payment for her services.
Favorites
What is their favorite animal? All the animals.
Which animal to they dislike the most? Not big on spiders, but she leaves them to their own devices.
What place would they most like to visit? She would like to go back to Nopal once the babies are born. Possibly to the steppe, if Muriel can manage it.
What is the most beautiful thing they’ve ever seen? Muriel and Asra tangled up in each other in the moonlight. It is heartbreakingly, achingly gorgeous.
What is their favorite song? I'll just say her "theme" is Crystal by Stevie Nicks from the Practical Magic soundtrack.
Music, art, reading preferred? Reading.
What is their favorite color? Greens and Purples.
Favorite food: She loves seafood, but enjoys most food and loves to cook.
Possessions
What is in their icebox: Fresh Eels, black ale, blue-tongued skink, lots of fruit and vegetables, cider, cheeses.
What is on their bedside table? A vase with belladonna and forget-me-nots.
What is in their pockets? Gems and shells. A gold compact with a mirror. Extra hairpins.
What is their most treasured possession? Her heart.
Spirituality
Who or what is your character’s guardian angel? Asra.
Do they believe in the afterlife? Yes.
What do they think heaven is? 3 am, half-awake, in the arms of her lovers, one at each breast, snoring softly.
What do they think hell is? Absence. Separation. Emptiness.
Are they superstitious? Yep.
How would they like to die? At home, with her family sending her on.
What is their zodiac sign? Libra.
Values
What do they think is the worst thing that can be done to a person? She firmly believes there are no ambitions great enough to justify the breaking of someone's heart.
What is their view of ‘freedom’? Choice.
When did they last lie? March 12th.
What’s their view of lying? Fairly intolerant. She has been known to make exceptions.
Daily life
What are their eating habits? Love eating. Love cooking.
Describe their home. A cozy cabin in a clearing, built by Muriel when he realized she really wasn't going anywhere.
Are they minimalist or a clutter hoarder? She's a minimalist that lives with hoarders. It can be a bit trying.
What do they do first thing on a weekday morning? She pulls herself out of bed and goes to get ready for work.
What do they do on a Sunday afternoon? Spends all day making dinner, then all evening laying around, snuggling up.
What do they do on a Friday night? She might sneak off to Portia's for a girl's night.
What is their alcoholic drink of choice? Moscato or a nice spicy hard cider.
Miscellaneous
If they could save one person, who would it be? Too hard to answer. Save everyone or die trying.
If they could call one person for help, who would it be? Asra.
What is their favorite proverb? Love is blind.
What is their greatest extravagance? She has some lovely jewelry. Delicate gold pieces with rare gems.
What is their greatest regret? Failing Julian.
What is their favorite fairytale? The Little Mermaid. The original version, where she has to do good deeds to earn her soul.
Do they believe in happy endings? How could she not?
What would they ask a fortune-teller? What time will you be home for dinner?
If your character could travel through time, where would they go? Before. Just to fully understand.
#apprentice oc#apprentice#arcana#the arcana#mc#celeste#character development#asra x apprentice#apprentice x julian#apprentice x muriel
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What do you do for enrichment for your skink? My boy gets bored of new stuff quick and I’m always looking for new ideas!
(warning: I’ve only had a blue tongue skink for 6 months so this is all based on a relatively small time frame)
So! Enrichment! Anything and everything can be enrichment! Let me break down what I do/keep in mind (a lot of this can be used for any reptile)
Fake plants: A BIG MUST (if you don’t have a bioactive). Gotta love em, gotta have em. Studies show even one fake plant in a reptile enclosure can significantly improve mental well-being. You can get neat varieties at hobby stores like Michael’s and Hobby Lobby for decent prices. I will swap them out for different ones every few months for some variety. Rodie right now has some vines she sleeps under and a little fake gingko branch she likes to headbutt for some reason. She had a fake grass pat for a hot second, but then she pooped on it, and there was no cleaning it.
Log Rounds: EVERY. REPTILE. LOVES. LOG. Four of my animals have log rounds to hide in or crawl through. Its a toy, a hide, a platform to rest they head on, a thing to rub against while shedding, a natural emery board, the ultimate multi-tool imo. They are a must for arboreal animals, but also fucking great for all of them. Rodie likes the extra height to observe from, scrambling through and over it, and sleeping in it. Log rounds are great and an 18 inch long one is perfect for most blue tongue skinks. I get mine from this site cause they have a good specific selection for cork wood and the customer service is top notch.
Substrate: If you have an Australian bluey, change it up every few cleans. Put them on aspen for a bit, or switch to coconut fiber/cypress mulch. Do half one end of the tank, and half on the other. Gives em something new to dig in. This is subjective on a lot of factors of course. I can do this because I a) have a lot of time for my animals (read: have no life outside of work and reptiles) and b) live in the Midwest with a fair amount of natural humidity so for Rodie’s sheds, I can help if necessary, though I haven’t actually had to.
Dog Enrichment Toys: This is individual based from what I’ve read. Some skinks love them, some could care less. I’m still not sure where Rodie fits, but tomorrow, I’m putting snails in her kong (just got it yesterday) to see what she does. Speaking of snails-
FOOD: Switch up the food! Throw them something you are cooking or eating (if they can eat it). Switch up the staple you give them. Rodie was on a turkey based dog food, but I’m swapping it for lamb for a bit and I’m also gunna get some Bluey Buffet to switch between that, the dog food, and eggs. When you’re at the store, get new veggies and fruits for them to try. If you have other reptiles, give the skink some of their food like a bit of crested gecko food, or a few feeder insects, or a non-eaten pinky mouse as a treat. My favorite thing about having a bts so far is their omnivorous diet. Its so fun to see if she likes different foods. This is a great diet chart that i pull up all the time when I’m at the grocery store.
Smaller things: move stuff around in their tank when you have them out so they have a new environment to explore. go to a hardware store and get an appropriate sized PVC pipe to put in their tank as a tunnel or a hide (Rodie sleeps in hers all the time). get them a brick or a rock and half bury it in a busy spot in their tank so they have a new thing to touch and to whittle down their sharp ass claws. Make sure they have plenty of cover and places to hide on top of their substrate! Think of the enclosure as levels and how they can utilize every part.
Also! Go watch Reptile Mountain! He’s a former zookeeper and genuinely one of my favorite reptile channels, based 90% around blueys. I’ve never seen a bad word on him in any of the bts forums I’ve lurked for info. If I ever get another northern bts, I would love to get one of his.
Idk if any of that helped, but this is the basics of what I keep in mind for enrichment. Rodie has never gotten ‘bored’ per say (save for when she had mites and she was on paper towels for a month), but something as simple as moving her water dish from one end of the tank to the other was enough enrichment for her for like five days. She’s not the smartest
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Book 0: The Fool
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Chapter 4: Your First Masquerade
Not too long after Asra had returned to his spot on the street, your aunt had also returned. Anticipating the last minute rush of tomorrow, she had you prep a myriad of ingredients before going to bed much too late in your mind. The morning of the Masquerade, a loud bang and a shout jolts you awake, commanding you to get up and make several charms.
This can’t be good for my magic, you think as you put on your apron. Quickly grabbing some stale bread and cheese, you eat while weaving charms, careful not to get any crumbs or oil on the materials.
Hours pass like this, peppered with heavy yawns and the constant opening and closing of the shop’s front door. You know your aunt’s shop was gaining popularity, but this is almost ridiculous.
The hottest time of day didn’t extinguish the persistent crowd, but it did dwindle. Much past lunch time, your aunt chucks a few coins at you and says to be back promptly. Ducking your head to avoid eye contact, you hurry out the back door, hoping to bump into Asra.
A small crowd flocks around the young magician’s rug, examining his wares thoroughly. Looking closely, Asra seems to never stop exchanging money with at least one pair of hands. To your luck, you are able to catch his gaze.
“Ah, sorry!” he shouts over the crowd between frantically exchanging cash. “Meet me after sun down!”
You nod, which he sees before turning his full attention onto the hungry crowd.
Wanting to get something substantial, you decide on getting some stew instead of bread, knowing there would be a full day ahead of you.
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The traffic in the shop is just as you remember it being last year. People of all backgrounds and origins either wander into the shop with curiosity, or barge in with urgency. You didn’t really get a break the entire time after lunch. If you hadn’t been brewing, you were prepping ingredients. Your aunt had even let you handle a couple of transactions because she had been stuck in the back. But as the sun set and the Masquerade officially began, your aunt did something surprising.
With a tired huff, she closes the door behind the last customer and extinguishes the lamp that signaled the shop’s open hours.
“The crowd this year is bigger,” she observes roughly. “Pro’lly ‘cause of that supposed new Countess. Profits this year are greater too - so I’m closin’ up early. My back can’t handle any more of this - I need a drink. Here—“ she tosses you a small pouch of coins “—go get dinner. I’ll be back late - you better not be making a ruckus when I get back.”
Still a bit speechless, you nod, not trusting your words. You watch as she takes off her apron, dusts off her clothes, and exits the shop. The quiet that greets you is almost unbelievable, before a huge smile splits your face.
Quickly glancing behind you, you make sure everything is in order before throwing off your apron and rushing out the back as well. Locking up, you run over to Asra’s spot.
“Asra!” you shout, getting his attention.
“You made it!”
Stopping before his rug, you watch as he rummages around his belongings. Looking around, it looks like he had sold most, if not all, of his wares. Happy for him, you smile.
“Here, for tonight!” You look at your friend holding up two masks, one being handed to you.
Blinking, your mouth drops a little. “For me?"
“Of course - it’s the Masquerade! Can’t be going around bare-faced.”
Still quite speechless, you wordlessly accept the gift. You stroke the face of it, feeling Asra’s aura in the painted details of the mask.
“Asra…thank you,” you breathe, wanting to try and explain your gratitude. You want to continue, but the magician cuts you off, excited. “Come on, let’s go explore! I’m starving too.”
Guess you’d have to show your thanks later. Feeling the familiar grumbles of hunger, you are about to agree, when a thought pops into your head.
“Hey, where’s Muriel?”
Asra’s smile drops a bit before giving you an apologetic look. “He’s…not going to make it. I really tried, but he hates crowds. The forest is going to be especially quiet during the Masquerade, with everyone either being in the center of town, or at the palace. I think he’s going to just enjoy that.”
Feeling a bit bummed, you nod, trying to understand. Asra had always said that Muriel wasn’t the type to venture into the city, which was why he didn’t tag along with him. Instead, however, Asra has told you that Muriel has picked up quite some foraging knowledge.
“Guess that just means you’ll have to come visit us soon,” Asra says, perking back up to his earlier excitement.
The thought touches you. “I’d like that.”
Asra nods before slipping on his mask. “Come on, I think there was a vendor selling blue tongue skink - I’ve been craving it all day.”
Laughing, you slip on your mask too. “Ok, let’s go!”
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The Masquerade is officially a party for the bourgeois of Vesuvia, along with invited guests. While Count Lucio loved to host extravagant parties for as many people as he can, he also is not going to have his palace overcrowded, and potentially ruined. So, while the elite of Vesuvia partied it up within the palace walls, the uninvited partied outside.
Usually you're careful with your purchases. Your aunt doesn't necessarily give you a cut of the profits at the end of the day; she gives just enough money for food. You had made a habit of tucking away one or two coins from lunches and dinners, just in case. But tonight, you had decided to let loose a little, and not worry about pinching every coin in the pouch your aunt handed you. The two of you hop from one food stall to another, grabbing various street cuisines. Once you both are full, you begin to explore game stalls with prizes, stalls with trinkets, and of course stalls with magicians for almost all kinds of magic. Between the two of you, you're able to spot all the frauds from the real magicians. Soon, it becomes a game of who could figure out which magicians are real or fake.
Since meeting after sunset, the sky has been painted into a rich blue gradient, with the faintest traces of the setting sun. You could spot the twinkle of a few stars that shines against the abundant lights in the street.
“Hey, you think Muriel would like this?” you ask, staring at a small bear statue made from stone. “I feel like they have similar vibes."
Asra stares closely at the bear’s expression before laughing. “Yeah, it does.” He digs through his pouch to give the vendor money. Meanwhile, you pick up some chatter in the streets.
“I hear the palace will begin fireworks soon!”
“Oh, we need to find a good spot.”
“I hope there’s still some left, it’s not too long now.”
“Let’s go!”
You turn your attention back to your friend, who is tucking the statue safe in his pouch. “Hey, Asra, apparently the fireworks are going to start soon.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah, we better find a spot. I’ve never had the chance to see them clearly, until now.”
“I think I know a place. Come on!” Asra waves for you to follow before dashing off.
Crossing your fingers that he's right, you follow, excitement welling inside you.
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After twisting and turning through the crowd, Asra leads you to a tight alleyway, connecting to a dark street on the other end. Most of it looks like abandoned shops and houses.
“How are we supposed to see anything here?” you ask, watching with uncertainty as Asra scurried into the alley.
“Oh come on, trust me,” he reassures before peeling back a wooden board to reveal a hole in the wall of one of the buildings. It's just big enough for him, and you.
Surprised, you watch as he ducks into the hole. Still hesitant, you walk over to the hole, checking behind you to make sure no one is paying too close attention.
Peering inside, Asra is waiting, a small but strong orb of light in his palm. “Come on,” he encourages with a smile.
Well, he hasn’t failed you this far. But if this is some weird way that you were going to die, it can’t have been all that bad, with the fun the two of you had tonight. You duck your head and in.
Still smiling, Asra takes your hand and guides the two of you through the abandoned shop. It's dark and damp, but Asra’s light is enough to see where you two are going.
With a warning to be careful, Asra leads up you up a decaying stairway, then to a risky looking ladder. Without hesitation, he disperses his light magic before grabbing the ladder’s lower rungs.
“Don’t worry, I’ve done this before,” he explains, voice hushed. "There’s a door to the roof at the top - I’ll open it. Just come when I say so.”
You nod, forgetting he can’t see you. “Ok.”
In the darkness, you hear him climb up the ladder. Soon, the sound of chains rattling and scraping gives way to the ceiling opening up to show the night sky.
“Alright, come on up,” you hear his lovely voice call out, giving the ok.
“Coming,” you call back before taking a brief moment to stare at the ladder. After taking the first hesitant step, you feel yourself growing more confident that the ladder won’t break under you, and swiftly climb up to the top.
The wind, carrying the scent of the distant sea, greets you as you grab Asra’s hand, hoisting you up on the roof. Looking out, you can see the rest of the night’s market below.
“Wow, this is amazing! How’d you find this?”
Asra chuckles, sitting down. “That’s kind of a funny story.”
You take a seat next to him. “Well, I’m all ears.”
He laughs again. “Alright, so I was—“
A loud whine and crack interrupts him. The two of you whip your heads around to see the light of a beautiful firework sparkle before fading. Another follows it, then two more follow that.
You turn to Asra, the smile on your face so wide it may hurt. This is amazing.
Asra returns your look, mirroring your happiness.
Guess the story can wait for another time…
#book 0#the fool#the arcana#asra x mc#the arcana asra#apprentice/asra#masquerade#fireworks#hehe#fluff
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Declan’s Pets

Ofelia - Pekinese

Sour Patch - Blue Tongue Skink

Guinevere - Holland Lop Rabbit
Declan obtains each one after he deviates and gets his own apartment.
He gets Ofelia first, seeing an ad for pekinese puppies in desperate need of homes, he drives the five hours from Detroit to the city the breeder was in to get her. She is spoiled rotten and makes sure everyone knows she is Dec’s number one gal. Ofelia is well trained and is even certified as a therapy dog.
Declan got Sour Patch on a whim, he saw the peculiar lizard in a large pet shop in the outskirts of the city still selling real animals instead of android ones. Something about the lizard’s bright blue tongue drew Declan in and he had to adopt the lizard. He named the skink Sour Patch cause his tongue looks like those sour gummies. A lot of people are put off by the skink but Declan loves him dearly.
[Obtaining a home]
Guinevere is the pet Declan has always wanted. He loves rabbits and yearned to own one but he promised himself he only get a rabbit when he buys a house to give the rabbit all the room they would need. Guinevere is spoiled to the core, Dec built her a amazing outdoor hutch and a indoor one. He even took the time and patience to litter train her so Guinevere can stay indoors and have free reign of the house. She is a spunky rabbit and isn’t afraid to give anyone a piece of her mind.
#♔ ➺ —— *・゚゚ ♔ IT’S IN MY MANUAL . ( Headcanon. )#//you all kinda#know of ofelia but yeah dec got two more pets in discord threads so i'm bringing#them finally over here
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