Hello, I'm writing a isekai type story for The Arcana. This is my first time writing and publishing. I'd love feedback. My story revolves around Leigh, she is a 17 year old who wakes up is a strange magic world unlike her own, she meets the main 6 and more. My "story" will have aspects from different routes.
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Bro, this looks SOOOOOOOO good ✨️ 👌
OK ok so I-
I decided to make a cover for my fanfic
AND-
WAHOOOOOOOO !!!!!!
other versions under the cut !!
and BEFORE YOU SAY ANYTHING. the body is a SKELETON. that is his HIP BONE.
No text;
no corpse;
flat colors;
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Vlademar is green apple flavored
Volgora is BBQ sauce flavored
I dont pick the flavors it's just the rules
Red pill blue pill. Green apple or BBQ
Pick your poison
Trick or treat💥💥
(If you do it)
TREATTT
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DREW THIS IMMEDIATELY IT LOOKS BAD BUT I DONT CARE
AAUUUUGRGRGGGHHHGGHHHH BARK BARK BARK
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Yall, should I cosplay as Leigh??? For Halloween???
#the arcana#the fools route#the arcana game#the arcana oc#the arcana original character#the arcana cosplay
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Yall, should I cosplay as Leigh??? For Halloween???
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Reblog if you think asexuality is a legitimate sexuality.
I'm trying to prove something.
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THE STONE GRINDING SOUND KILLED ME BRO IM IN A EMPTY ROOM AT WORK AND I FRICKING CACKLED
THIS SO LAZY BUT I HAD TO MAKE THIS INTO SOMETHING.
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#the arcana oc#the arcana#the fools route#the arcana game#the arcana original character#asra alnazar#nadia stratinava#portia devorak
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If anyone is curious, I have another account that I write on. A long time ago I had a beautiful somber dream that I had to share, so I'm making it into a full story. The account is The Future of Mankind. I am a slow writer, I apologize in advance.
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Bro I wanna draw so bad but my touch screen isn't working so I can't zoom in on anything ☹️
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Leigh: WHAT DO YOU MEAN GRILLED CHEESE SAMACHEZ DONT EXIST HERE? ITS BREAD CHEESE AND BUTTER???
Nadia: . . .
Leigh: I'm bout to bless this world with the ultimate snack, lemme cook.
She burned it btw . . .
#the arcana#the fools route#the arcana game#the arcana oc#the arcana original character#nadia stratinava
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THE FOOLS ROUTE
CHAPTER LIST: UNFINISHED
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CHAPTER 1 below
CHAPTER 2 below
CHAPTER 3 below
TO BE CONTINUED . . .
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THE FOOLS ROUTE
Chapter 3
Google docs isn't working so I don't know the word count. 😐
Expect grammar mistakes
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" Rise and shine! "
Portia opens the curtains, filling the room with light. I pull the covers over my head, it's way too bright right now.
" Not a morning person huh? Maybe I can convince you to get up with some breakfast? "
I slowly pull the blanket from my face.
" I might be interested."
She laughs at that. She sets a silver tray on the dresser next to my bed. It's filled with warm flaky pastries.
" I also brought a fresh set of clothes for you to wear. "
She sets the clothes pile on my bed, and she looks at me funny.
" Are you ok? You look like you're thinking of something important. "
The golden corridors still cloud my mind.
" Just a weird dream. "
She makes a sound of acknowledgement.
" You have a pretty free day today, all you really have to do is join milady for dinner tonight. I have to leave to run some errands. But till then, the world is your oyster! "
The door clicks and all is quiet. But my mind is not. I cannot stop thinking about last night. I usually have weird dreams, but this one takes the cake. Candlewick lightly lifts his head, swaying. He first slowly surveys the room, then trots to the edge of the bed and slides off. He lazily wanders around the room, exploring his new domain. I pull my phone from my pocket, the battery level is still the same. Strange. I sigh heavily, loud enough to make Wick look at me.
" What do I do now? "
Candlewick sits, as if he was thinking. He then trots to the bed pawing toward the folded clothes.
" Yeah, I should probably change. "
I've been given loose steel blue pants and a lighter blue top. The sleeves are wide and flowing. The outfit clashes with my red shoes, but I don't mind much.
" You know, for a cat you seem to understand me pretty well. "
He rolls on his back ignoring me. The platter Portia left me was fairly large, and very expensive looking. I trace the intricate designs of the silver platter with my finger. There were 5 pastries, some with what looks like fruit jam inside. Don't get me wrong, I love fruit. I'm just picky about how I eat them. Jam is a no no. I take the most plain looking bread roll. I be careful to not drop any crumbs on the floor, which proved to be more of a problem then I thought it would.
I leave my room to explore for the day since I'm not very busy. Candlewick trots close behind me, he seems to be a great travel buddy. I'm glad I'm not alone. The halls are brilliantly lit by the golden sun. The silk curtains gleam and the floors I swear were mirrors in their past life. The halls are much more lively than they were yesterday, people with big hats and bigger feathers adorned on them walk the halls. Some are holding papers or baskets, and some wave at me. I shyly wave back. I really don't belong here, I'm like a stray dog. At least dogs are cute. I explore different rooms, and believe me there are plenty of them here for me to stoop in. I found a a room filled with instruments, and another with chairs and couches. I hope nobody minds that I'm snooping around.
I eventually find large double doors that lead into an empty ballroom, a very big empty ballroom. A glass dome ceiling lets streams of light in, sending gold streaks to dance around the room. I Imagine the light morphing into people in regal dresses and suits, spinning and gliding effortlessly across the floor. It's beautiful. I personally don't know how to dance, but it feel like the right thing to do right now. I pick Candlewick up and hold him in my arms.
" May I have this dance? "
He peeps.
" That's probably a yes. "
I spin around the room trying to copy the golden phantoms around me, it's not easy. I keep tripping over my feet, but I don't mind. I sing to Candlewick a song that doesn't exist here, something only known by me. He purrs contentedly, I swear he's swaying with me. A cloud passes over the skylight dimming the light. The gold dancers disappear leaving us alone. I drop Candlewick and bow, and I can't help myself but laugh. Who knew dancing could be fun? The cloud passes and the room is bright again.
" Where to now? "
He stares at me for exactly two seconds then takes off running to a door on the right. I chase after him.
" Whoa! Can't we just walk or something? "
I dont understand how he can run so fast with so little traction. He slips through a cracked door and disappears. I persue to to little avail. The aroma of flowers swirl around my head as I open the door. I must be on the balcony from yesterday. Large marble stairs lead me down from the balcony to the gardens.
Morning dew blankets vibrant flowers of all shapes and sizes, I recognize a few of them. Peonies, roses, lavender, so on so forth. I move at a slow pace around the garden beds trying to find where that dang cat went, I find nothing but the sound of the early birds and the first sunshine of the day. I end up not finding him in the end, but instead finding a large white pavilion with a table and some chairs. I take a break from searching, he will show up eventually.
A cockatoo lands on the table I'm sitting at. He hops around and surveys me with his red eyes.
" Hello there friend. "
He skips to my hand and nibbles on my fingers. I attempt to pet him with my other hand. He puffs up and hisses at me.
" Fuck you! "
I'm left absolutely stunned. He just cursed at me!
" Excuse me? "
He squawks at me and flys away.
" Well, screw you too bird. "
He taunts me from a tree branch, hopping around puffing his feathers.
" My my, such colorful language. "
I know that voice. I whip around to see Nadia behind me, I didn't even hear her approach me.
" Do you know that bird? "
She sighs.
" Yes, I believe he was my husband's. "
She doesn't look as if she was fond of his bird.
" He always had such a temper. " she sighs.
" Your husband or the bird? "
She looks shocked, I probably shouldn't have said that. I attempt to apologize, but she laughs.
" I believe both, if possible. "
She pulls a chair from the table to sit in.
" I believe I have found a friend of yours. "
She looks to the side were lo and behold, Candlewick emerges from a bush. I think he goes out of his way to give me a hard time.
" How has your time here been? Are you comfortable? "
My hands fidget underneath the table.
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" I've been fine, I don't have any complaints. "
Her voice is so soothing, she's so easy to listen to. She looks to the sky and smiles.
" It's been a while since I've gotten a chance to sit out here, every time I have a moment to myself another problem arises. "
When was the last time she had a day to herself?
" You could take the day off, go into town, I'm sure nothing too horrible could happen. Worse case scenario a painting falls over. "
She looks at me with wide eyes. Then looks to the side, concentrating. A small sound leaves her mouth with finality.
" Then we shall go to town. "
" We? "
The streets are bustling with noise as people start their day. Shouting and laughing become white noise, almost unnoticed. Almost. Nadia had wrapped herself in a purple shaw to blend in with the crowd. I was dressed ths same, I had no title to draw unwanted eyes, well other than being a thief in that one specific market that I will be sure to avoid, but that's beside the point. I have an ( nearly ) blank slate.
I point out stalls with strange oddities that I had never seen before. The shiny items beckon for me like a siren calling to an unsuspecting sailor. We visit meny vendors selling high quality goods, Nadia has told me at least a billion times that i can get whatever I wanted. Yes, I saw meny nice things. And also yes, I picked up said meny things to admire them with my hands. Feeling the bumps and ridges on everything. But I had no need or want for such things, they're just nice to look at. Time flew by without acknowledgement, we had shared a lunch in some high-rated inn. We had made small talk about restaurants from home.
" So, the owners knew the food was unhealthy? And they sold it anyway? "
I laugh at Nadia's confusion.
" Yep. But everyone still loved McDonald's, as bad as it was. "
I pick at my food before me. I had a plate of some sort of spiced meat drowned in a sauce. I ate most of it but I honestly wasn't all that hungry. I don't want to say we were running out of things to do, but it felt as if we were. There was much more to be done, just not today.
" What do we do now? "
Nadia readjusts her shaw to ensure anonymity, but her eyes never leave me. Once she is satisfied with her disguise she takes my hand into hers and smiles.
" Why don't I take you to a tailor to get yourself outfitted to your preference. I'd love to treat you as a thank you, I haven't had this much fun in a while. "
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I tear at my nails with uncertainty.
" Are you sure? Do we have time? "
She smiles that beautiful smile once again.
" With certainly. "
So Nadia took me to see a tailor.
She expressed mild worry, as she had never been to this peticular store before. She has high standards for such things, and wanted it to be perfect or it was just a waste of time in her opinion. Once we enter and observe the room to be empty other then the man at the front desk, she removed her "disguise". Two things happen.
First, the man behind the front counter froze for a moment and stuttered his welcome slightly. I bet he didn't count on seeing the Countess in his store today. Secondly, I wondered how the hell is her hair so perfect after being covered and walking around all day.
We are each lead to a room to be measured. I stood on a small platform in the middle of said room, it was filled with mannequins and long rolls of patterned fabric. The room was filled yet was still orderly. I had never been measured before, I just grabbed clothes from my local Walmart and called it a day. I felt as if it was mildly invasive but that was to be expected. Once the man was done he lead me to an even larger room with clothes, he told me they were my size. Or at least close too.
I'm surrounded by suits, evening gowns, and robes. I try on a dress or two. But I don't keep them, i'm not really a dress person. Makes me feel silly for some reason, but the idea of wearing one is nice I guess. If I did wear dresses, i want it to "feel" like me. I don't want to look in the mirror and see someone else. I don't quite know what I'm looking for, as of now I am simply grabbing clothes and trying them on. But nothing really sticks. Not until I find a white blouse. It has puffy sleeves that cinch at the wrists and a simple v-line collar. I back track through the clothes till I find a pair of very dark pants, I try both on. I tuck the blouse in for a cleaner look, yet it's still a bit plain. I search the clothing racks for something to add. A mannequin catches my eye. A leather underbust corset lies wrapped around the wooden waist. I trace my fingers along the strings. This will work.
I stand in front of a tall mirror admiring my work. My white blouse tucked into my pants, then wrapped in the corset. Dark brown leather boots with a pair of slightly lighter half chaps, for a bit of pizzazz. I look at myself in the mirror, admiring my work. Maybe I should find a pretty collar for Candlewick, so he can be fancy too. But that will have to wait, I have a bigger problem at the moment. I need to leave the changing room.
What if my outfit is wrong? What if it's not nice enough? My hand hangs over the doorknob shaking, trembling. I don't understand why I am so hesitant to be seen. Maybe I don't want to be judged. Candlewick leans against my boot, he's either comforting me or demanding attention. Regardless, it calms me. I place my hand on the doorknob, no turning back now.
I'd like to say that the changing room door creaked horrendously loud causing strangers to look at me, and that they turned their heads away with disgust. And that some random woman shielded her baby's eye in fear of it crying because of me. But that's not what happened. The door didn't make a sound, no creaking. It was silent. And the room wasn't filled with potentially upset people, it was nearly empty. Filled only Nadia and a man measuring her clothing size. The tailor barely notices me, Nadia on the other hand definitely saw me.
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She smiles but says nothing.
I wait around awkwardly until she was satisfied with browsing the store. She waves her hand to dismiss the tailor. He leaves for a few minutes before returning with a few rolls of fabric.
" I summoned a carriage for us while you were changing, it's late in the afternoon and I don't want to tire you out. Our duties are not yet finished. "
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" Ok. "
I respond in a small quiet voice, my nerves always get the best of me.
I had never been in a carriage before this. The seats were plush and soft, very inviting. They were a beautiful crimson, like a fine wine. Total upgrade from the hard dirty seats on the bus.
She pat the seat beside her, signaling me to sit. She gently lays her hand on mine, her rings feeling cool on my warm skin.
" You look beautiful in your new clothes, I only hope you shall allow me to spoil you in the future again. "
My face flushes red, I'm not used to such treatment. It made me feel weird. Tingly? I felt warm, I felt . . .
Loved.
The ride wasn't very long, so we were back by sunset. Nadia was pleased that nothing horrific had happened with her temporary absence, as was I. Nadia told me to have some fun before dinner so she sent me on my way. I wasn't really sure what to do, so I just wondered around. I walked with a bounce in my step, I felt like I was shinning.
I feel great here. At home, I felt like I was just some other ordinary teen. No one paid any mind to me. But here? I think I can make something good for myself.
I went to Lucio to show him my new outfit, he was expectedly unimpressed by the lack of "flair and gold ". But he did say it was nice. I told him about my trip with Nadia, and about the new things I had seen. He seemed sour, grumbling how Nadia never took him to town.
We had laid on the rug by the grand window and talked for a long time. He talked about a "red market" and how he loved to romp around and buy whatever he wanted. And I talked about video games I had played and movies I had seen. Lucio seemed quite content with himself, he practically melted into the carpet while I told him the plot of a Disney movie. His eyes were soft and his breathing was steady.
He looked happy.
I obviously couldn't stay forever as I had a dinner to attend, I bid fairwell to Lucio and left. I felt him follow me, although I couldn't see him i knew he was there. I found his dogs lounging about toward the staircase that lead to his side of the palace. I made sure to scratch their ears as I passed. I think Lucio stayed with his dogs because of a sudden feeling of loneliness that came apon me as I left.
I enter the grand dinning room to see Asra and Nadia talking amongst themselves.
" I'm sorry I'm a little bit late, I got lost. "
"With time you will be acoctomed with the layout. What matters is you are here now."
Nadia reassures me that all is well. Thank God, this place is a damn labyrinth.
The long table welcoming, Nadia sits at an end with an empty chair to her side. I'll be between her and Asra. Me and Asra haven't really talked much and I had a few questions. Nothing of importance, I'm just curious of his character. We are brought meals one by one. First a light salad, then some butterd bread, and finally a spiced fish. I'm not really a salad person. I don't prefer it with ranch, although most people do. And I hate croutons. Yes, croutons. But this salad? The one before me?
Heavenly. It was lightly peppered and had a dressing that wasn't overpowering.
This place is awsome.
We had nice conversations about our pasts. I shared pleasant memories of a rainbow xylophone I had when I was young. Asra spoke of adventures to far away places. And Nadia of her childhood home. Eventually Nadia got on the topic of her late husband. No one seemed somber when his death was brought up. Asra briefed Nadia on their recent findings regarding said event. I know it's not my place to ask, but I need to know. Half of his room is suffocated by ash. I want to know why. How do I ask this in a nice way?
" How did he pass away? "
Nailed it.
Asra didn't look uncomfortable, but he didn't look thrilled that I asked.
" 3 years ago my husband was murdered by his personal doctor. "
Time to ask another dumb question.
" His doctor? Was he sick? "
Asra answers my second question.
" He was affected by the red plague. It killed hundreds of innocents. Noone afflicted survived. "
They looked sad now.
" Meny of the deaths, were of people I knew. "
Hundreds? That's horrible. Was it because of the lack of modern medicine? How were so meny lives lost?
" We are still on a man hunt for the man responsible for my husband's death. Dr. Julian Devorak. "
. . .
I pause. Murder? No, not possible. He was so kind to me, to Asra. But Asra is looking for him? We saw him yesterday?
I look at him next to me, we lock eyes. The look he's giving me tells me to stay silent. Dont say anything.
So I said nothing.
#the arcana#the fools route#nadia stratinava#asra alnazar#the arcana fanfic#portia devorak#lucio morgasson#count lucio#the arcana game#the arcana oc#the arcana original character
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Is this how you make "mood boards" ? "Character boards" ? What ever the name is
THE ARCANA : Leigh
The Fools Route
All images except the sporks and the drawing I do not own and found on pintrist
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Pov : mc questions Valdemar about their methods
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Allow me to finish your war crime
I've not seen anyone do this and so I am fixing this war crime this instant.
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Candlewick yayyy 🙂
This is about what he looks like, I also made the little Heart Hunter sprite. Yes I used Pepi for reference.
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