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Vesuvia Weekly: M6's Rare Smiles
Julian:
a peaceful smile. his face relaxes, the tension around his mouth smoothens, and the look in his eyes has a rare stillness, as though the anxious energy permeating his brain has finally found a moment of rest. it's a small smile. his lips are slightly parted, his blinks are slower and heavier, and the world stands still for a moment to breathe
Asra:
a vulnerable smile. their guard is down, the carefully maintained relaxed energy of their poker face disappears, and they become more expressive than you could have imagined. he meets your eyes with unimaginable levels of trust as emotions flicker across his face like pages turning, and responds to your safety with a wobbly grin
Nadia:
a grateful smile. still elegant, still dignified, but the cold edges of her regal bearing thaw just enough to let her eyes soften in your direction as she mouths a "thank you" after you've helped her. for someone who hates accepting help, she finds she enjoys depending on you more than she thought possible and loves to share that joy with you
Muriel:
a laughing smile. he does laugh more often with you around, but it's usually something pulled from him begrudgingly in the form of a brief snort. this is the smile of a belly laugh, his head tossed back and oh-so-briefly carefree, shoulders relaxing enough to shake with chortles as his eyes crinkle shut with laughter. it's a sight for you and you only
Portia:
a sad smile. for someone as comfortable with her emotions as she is, she doesn't like people seeing her sad unless she mixes it with anger, or jealousy, or concern. but you get to see the wobbly midnight smile, sent your way after she's gazed into the fireplace next to you and spoken about all the things she's missed with tears on her cheeks
Lucio:
a thoughtful smile. it's no secret that, for all of his smart instincts, he doesn't like spending any more time thinking than he has to. you, though - you make him want to think, about the future, about who he is, about what he's lost and gained, about fixing mistakes. never for more than five minutes, but the contemplative smile is beautiful
#vesuvia weekly#rare smiles#ask arcana brainrot#the arcana#the arcana headcanons#the arcana hc#the arcana game#asra the arcana#julian the arcana#nadia the arcana#muriel the arcana#portia the arcana#lucio the arcana#asra alnazar#julian devorak#nadia satrinava#muriel of the kokhuri#portia devorak#lucio morgasson
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Vesuvia Weekly: Cooking Class, or in this case, a Masterclass in how Not to Cook
I had bigger ideas for this piece, but life and mento iwwness got in the way and I ended up sticking to the original idea
Based on an...unfortunately true story of me trying to cook soup solo
He had a recipe, alright. A recipe for disaster.
#the arcana#the arcana game#fanart#julian devorak#portia devorak#vesuvia weekly#cooking class#the arcana modern au#rae draws
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Don't want to clean this up but still want to participate! :)) so here are some sketches of my mc - Maya and Julian existing together
Her familiar is a giant black dog who is always glad to pin Julian to the bed so he is forced to sleep
Ask stupid questions get stupid answers))))
Maya is very cute and sweet with her loved ones/friends but anyone else won't get any mercy
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when valdemar says something very valdemarish and the only dialog options are to either be scared or be confused
#I understand them. Rest in peace to the entire population of vesuvia but i’m different#the arcana#quaestor valdemar
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Borrowing Clothes
(M6 X MC [romantic])
Asra: already borrows your clothes on a daily basis. So he let's you borrow his in return. Admires you in his clothes because to him it means you like being in his presence.
Nadia: only borrows your clothes when she's stressed (which is everytime at this rate). Your scent calms her down. Secretly enjoys it. Doesn't tell you she borrows your clothes but you figure out anyway because your clothes get displaced often.
Julian: if he is borrowing your clothes, he must be having a really really bad day or a terrifying day. He would be walking to you, either shaking or depressed, asking if he could wear you clothes. Once he does, his emotions calm down immediately and turns into a tired redhead on the couch.
Muriel: your clothes are way too small for him, so it's you borrowing his clothes instead. That cloak of his? That's a heat generator. On cold walks in the woods, he would bring you his cloak to keep warm. Goes -.- everytime you say thanks.
Portia: she likes your jackets and scarves. Probably won't give it back. Will sometimes have special days where you and her switch outfits for the day. This annoys Ilya, a lot. Especially if you two have similar hair.
Lucio: Has torn your clothing the first time because of that gauntlet of his. Now is very cautious every time he borrows your clothes. Most times when he does that, it's because the dogs are stressing him out. Wants you to go deal with the dogs while he lays in bed with your clothes on.
Hope y'all liked it! (Especially @iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia tho cuz I really do hope I'm up to expectations-)
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Headcanon Post (2)
"Cooking Skills + Cooking Class"
With a lot of time on his hands and the bounty of the forest at his doorstep, it shouldn't be any surprise to anyone that Muriel knows his way around a skillet. He's not a five star Michielin chef, and he prefers simple meals over complex ones, but he's not a bad cook by any means.
Really, he prefers to make food that can last him a while. When he gets his hands on some good meat, whether through hunting or Inanna bringing him something, he'll set aside parts of it to dry out into jerky and use the rest in a stew.
Toss in some mushrooms, wild onion, and other forageable ingredients and you have something hearty that doesn't let anything to waste.
And of course, eggs. His neighbors are kind enough to let him use their eggs for breakfast in exchange for some extra feed, or corn if he can afford it.
He doesn't have the energy to cook often though. So it's not until you've moved in with him that you find this out about him; and it's a very pleasant surprise. Muriel starts to cook a little more often until it becomes a weekly occurrence; you even begin going out with him every Sunday morning to forage, and if you have the stomach for it he's willing to teach you how to hunt.
... of course, as nice at it is, stew and jerky can get a little old sometimes. You both begin fishing, trying out different ways to cook the ingredients you hunt and forage for.
One evening, you try your hand at making some bread. Muriel is there with you, helping you knead the dough. The consistency seems off but you don't think much of it until you put it in the little oven he built for you both... and it doesn't exactly turn out well. (Still, it was a wonderful way to spend time together.)
You end up asking Portia for some advice; she insists on coming back to the hut with you with some supplies to teach you both yourself.
It ends up working out well. There's a small mishap with the flour; all three of you are COVERED in it, and for the first time you hear Muriel break out into loud, deep-bellied laughter.
The bread you end up baking isn't perfect, but it's edible and tastes fine. Like the first attempt, it's more about the time you spent together. (And honestly, he and Portia are starting to become friends. An extrovert adopting an introvert sort of situation?)
#the arcana#the arcana game#arcanarubinaito#rubin's writing#vesuvia weekly#cooking class#arcana headcanons#the arcana muriel#muriel of the kokuri#muriel the hermit#muriel x reader#muriel x apprentice#muriel x mc
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Billowing Fabrics
ouagh. I wouldn't typically post a fic like this lmao I feel like it's kinda underbaked so to say? but deadline is coming in and I don't have the leisure to leave the fic to just bake in my WIP file like I do with other fics 🥲 Not a bad thing neccicarily but if the fic isn't as perfectly polished that's why lol.
anyways,
Pairing: Muriel x reader (romantic)
Warnings: N/a
Summary: You've accidentally made one of your sweaters a little too big when you were trying to make it bigger and slouchier for yourself. Muriel finds your work and takes it upon himself to fix the worn down sweater. Not for any particular reason no, no... he just found a sweater that seemed to fit him....
Vesuvia Weekly Prompt | Masterlists | The Arcana Masterlist
Word count: 1,426
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The objective is a complicated one, but it was supposed to be simple with the aid of magic.
The spell is a simple one, but the objective you want to achieve has made it overly complicated.
You wanted a longer sweater for the upcoming months something long on the lower end with equally long sleeves to tuck your hands and legs into when it got particularly cold, turning yourself into a ball of soft fabrics—a sponge of soft fabrics when you inevitably leaned against Muriel.
There were a handful of well failed attempts that you've since set aside to mess around with later with the help of some borrowed yarn from Portia , or attempts that near destroyed the sweater you were working on. Thankfully the bunch you've targeted using, were either sweaters that have already been worn to bits and a handful of cheaply bought sweaters for more experimentation.
From the various failed attempts you have one sweater that ended up with sleeves so long you could use it for a scarf. Another attempt stole fabric from the sleeves to lengthen the torso portion, and one of the attempts had simply made the woolen material far, far, far too thick to work with. Each were an interesting discovery in their own right of course, with the latter one in particular being added as a possible adjustment you would like to make to your end result. Not as thick as the material at hand of course, but something akin to that amount.
Beneath your fingers the well worn fabric of one of your more damaged sweaters stretches and expands. Fabric spills over your lap, as threads twist and turn growing thicker or longer depending on your desires, and as the light finally dims from it's passage through your fingertips and into the very fibers of the sweater you find yourself with a substantially larger and thicker sweater, fluffy and soft, though a little too big around the collar, and the sleeves seemed a pinch too loose. Practically perfect though!
You promptly turn your attention to the target sweater you're intent on changing setting aside the successful practice to join the other attempts and work at slowly expanding the sweater. It doesn't take long before your sweater is now larger and comfier and fluffier around you, and very eagerly, you dash out of the hut intent on showing off your new creation.
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Muriel returns, to the pleasantly warm confines of the hut. You're still outside, having gone on a quick trip to the marketplace, to go grab some groceries intent on getting the most important goods before the worst of an upcoming snowstorm hit. Snow wasn't exactly common in Vesuvia but on the odd occasion a wash of cold weather sweeps through, sometimes bringing snow, sometimes only bringing ice. While Muriel felt far more comfortable than most in the cold chilly temperatures, he knew full well he wasn't exactly a good example of an average citizen and though he knew how to manage his way through frost and snow, getting extra groceries was always a good help.
Extra cuddly items like sweaters and blankets couldn't hurt either.
Noticing the pile of thick fabric materials Muriel pokes his way through your failed attempts. You very eagerly showed off your brand new sweater, or well, old-ish sweater with brand new measurements. Made to protect even better against the cold beneath a water and wind proof cape. While you had tried to explain your process to him, bouncing around with glee at your success, Muriel found it difficult to imagine how you had been able to change the fabric to somehow create more of itself.
His hands stop at the sight of one sweater, well worn, and almost tearing at the seams. There's a little hole around the chest, and the sleeves seem to be moth-bitten, and he wonders how long you've had this. It's a much bigger size, clearly a victim of your testing for your sweater, and as he holds it up into the air to inspect it more, he finds it to almost fit his own size.
Tugging the fabric over his head, Muriel is greeted by a wash of scent. You've worn this sweater a lot surely. Perhaps as casual wear at some point of time. He recalls dimly seeing you wear it around the hut on the odd occasion, and though he feels slightly bad, he takes a moment to appreciate the feeling of being wrapped in something that smells so strongly of you.
When he finally pulls the sweater down, he finds the fabric fits him like a glove. No slouchiness or poofiness that you seemed so fond of in your own sweater, but it fits him, and it fits him well, even if there are a few odd holes amidst the seams.
Muriel takes off the sweater, setting it aside atop of your shared bed before he goes digging in the shelves of your stuff. Portia had lent the both of you some yarn at some point, if he recalled, perhaps he could patch a hole in this.
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Muriel returns home a little later than you, and though you're curious to see what he's done while you were out helping Asra and hauling groceries, the question escapes you when you actually see him. Patched with little hearts Muriel wears your old and tattered sweater, the one you made a little too large for you, but perfectly fits him.
And when he walks in the door, he stops, stares, and drops the knitting tools he's likely borrowed from Portia.
And in typical fashion, his face grows pink
"Is that my...?" you barely finish your question before Muriel sputters his reply.
"Oh, I'm sorry I didn't.... There were a bunch of holes in it and...." Though you try to hide it, try to bite your lips and cover your mouth to hide your grin, there's no mistaking the delight and glee that fills your cheeks, as you grin. Just seeing it Muriel seems to grow worse, face growing redder and redder. "I... Uh.... I didn't ........... It was just there.........and I just thought..........."
You don't say anything, no longer finding any need to hide and instead unabashedly grinning from ear to ear, pleased as punch at the sight of Muriel wearing your clothes. It fits him so nicely, you're almost upset you hadn't thought of doing so yourself.
He goes quiet in reply, staring down at the floor as smoke seems to puff from his ears, while Inanna rolls her eyes behind him and starts headbutting him in through the door. He scrambles to pick up his things at the gesture closing the door and keeping the chill from filling your little home.
Still he tries not to look at you. And yet you can't help but poke and prod.
"Is it comfy?"
He almost jumps at the question. "I.... Yeah. It's really soft and....." His mouth snaps shut with a faint click of his teeth, as he returns to busying himself with putting away the tools Portia let him borrow.
It's just a few tools, in any other scenario, he'd just set them on the shelf and sort it out later, there was no need for him to hem or haw over any container to put them into.
He just doesn't want to look at you right now, doesn't want to see the grin you have at seeing him in your clothes or at what he almost—
"and what?"
He doesn't have to reply, but you both know he will anyways.
With a soft and tepid voice, Muriel turns to just glance at you from the corner of his eye. "It..... It smells nice."
He doesn't say "it smells like you," but you both know that's what he means, and though you can't quite manage a pout around your grin you still lift up the sleeves of your sweater, and open your arms up to him.
"Aww, could you help me make mine smell nice as well?"
And though red faced, and still blushing, Muriel finally turns to you with a smile. How could he not? The prospect of a hug far too enticing, though he still tries to look away to hide it.
Curling up into your arms as his own come up to wrap around you, the both of you find the overwhelming warmth... Pleasant.
Outside it's frigid, icy and cold.
Inside, it's toasty and warm beneath your blanket like sweaters, and the feeling of being totally engulfed the presence of each other.
#x reader#reader insert#Muriel x reader#Muriel the arcana#Muriel#the arcana muriel#the arcana muriel x reader#the arcana#Muriel the mountain man#Muriel the hermit#muriel of the kokkhuri#muriel arcana#muriel the hermit#vesuvia weekly#borrowing clothes
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Vesuvia Weekly: How to Hold Your Loved One
Hold Asra by the hand as you run, laughing, towards another adventure. Hold Asra around the waist as you dance, until he twirls you away, barely clinging to the tips of your fingers, the light of mischief sparkling in his eyes. Wrap your arms around Asra-- or let him wrap his arms around you in turn-- as you fly to your sanctuary in Nopal, riding atop a beast that is more family than friend. Let Asra rest in your lap or lean against your chest in the moments when the world is quiet and may as well fade away, since all the two of you truly need is each other. Hold Asra close on the darkest nights, when the memories are too much to bear and the burden is too heavy to carry alone. Let him feel the beat of the heart he risked so much to share with you, let him feel that you are there, that despite all the struggle and desperation and pain, his story might have a happy ending after all.
“My darling,” Julian will say, with a smile like a dashing rogue, “hold me any way you like.” Hold Julian to that: take his hand, take his waist, take the lead. Hold Julian perhaps a bit too tight, showing him exactly how much he means to you. Julian is a man of action, after all. Words are wonderful, but sometimes they simply won’t do. Hold your hand to Julian’s throat, where a mark once shone, to prove to him that he means so much more to you than just the things he has given up. Hold him from behind and let him lean against your chest, close enough to feel the beat of your heart. Hold him like a promise, a whisper, so simple but so vital: I am here. We are safe. You are not alone. Let us carry our burdens together.
Hold Nadia casually, at any given moment. Hold Nadia simply because you want to. Hold Nadia’s hand as you stroll through the gardens, or swoop in to resolve yet another palace disaster. Put a hand on her knee beneath the table as she deals with insufferable noble after insufferable noble, a silent signal that you’re there, that you understand, that yes, this person is entirely unreasonable, but she can handle it. Rest your head on Nadia's shoulder on a long carriage ride, because you trust her, because you want to be nearby. Hook your arm with hers as you stride down the streets of Vesuvia, a two-person parade, your casual clothes an excuse to simply enjoy yourselves. Hold Nadia not as the Countess, not as a Princess, but as the woman you admire and respect and love.
Hold Muriel gently, softly, deliberately. Hold him so he knows it is safe. Hold him when he needs things to be safe. Start with simple touches, a brush of fingers against the arm, helping him with his hair, a kiss on his scarred knuckles. Hold Muriel in the quiet moments, when the world is slowing down and there is finally time and space to breathe. Let Muriel hold you when the world is too fast, and too loud, and everything is too big, and he is too big. Sit by his side, because there is nowhere else you would rather be. Hold him because you chose to, because out of all of the people in the world, you chose him.
Hold Portia like she is the only one you see. Hold Portia's hand as you dance the night away, laughing at the events of the day. Let Portia rest on your lap as you do her hair, showing her the same kindness she has shown others so many times before. Hold Portia tight, letting her pull you along as she runs ahead, racing headlong towards every challenge the world can set in front of her. Hold her and show that you are always by her side, no matter where she goes or what she chooses to do.
Hold both of Lucio’s hands, metal and flesh, accepting him for all that he is, not what he was. Press your back to his as the two of you stand against the world, daring the universe to try to tear you apart. Wrap your arms around Lucio's shoulders when he finally relents and trembles in the fear he has hidden for so long. Hold Lucio’s hand as it curls to a fist, shaking with the fury that isn’t so easily chased away. Hold Lucio close, hold him tight, hold him so he can feel after spending so years longing for contact he could never truly have. Hold Lucio accountable for his actions, of course, but hold his growth and positivity high into the sky, shouting it out to the world so that maybe, maybe, Lucio can hear that he is not the man he used to be.
#vesuvia weekly#hold the LI#the arcana#the arcana game#my stuff#my writing#writing prompt#please forgive any silly typos i did this in like an hour of creative fervor lol
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I painted Nadia. With flowy hair. And no, there is no tape in the bottom right corner. Its on the left.
#the arcana#the arcana fanart#the arcana nadia#nadia satrinava#countess nadia#countess of vesuvia#arcanacon#arcanacon 2023
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I forgor
(look at poor Oliver flying)
#the arcana julian#julian devorak#vesuvia weekly#mini comic#the arcana mc#the arcana game#borrowing clothes
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Vesuvia Weekly: Things the M6 don't do anymore
~ my little creative drabble for the prompt "How Things Changed" (pre- vs post- plague) over on @vesuviaweekly! Hope you guys like this little hurt/comfort/fluffy train of thought :3 ~
Julian doesn't shout in his sleep anymore. He still gets nightmares, still tosses and turns and mumbles and wakes up with a start in a cold sweat - but his troubled murmurs don't turn into the terrified cries that they used to. He's still working on eating better and sleeping longer and it's taking time. But from the moment you first lay down next to him for the night, some part of his brain understood that the warm, safe weight of you meant he didn't need to scream to be heard anymore - or helped.
Asra rarely makes tea anymore. They still love to drink it - multiple times a day, if they can - but now you're the one who makes it. He never got over his childhood wariness of tea kettles in general after the mishap that involved his magic appearing. While you were recovering, it was one of many duties they happily shouldered to take care of you. Now that you're equal partners again, it's one of the many small ways he's begun letting you take care of him in turn. Besides, yours tastes better.
Nadia doesn't run away to her tower anymore. She still visits it frequently, to think, or nap, or clear her head, or give her introverted nature a break from the constant social pressures of being Countess. But she doesn't run away to it, to sit in the circular chamber and pretend (or hope) that the rest of the world had simply ... ceased to exist. She doesn't like the thought of losing a world that has you in it. Now, her visits range from serene to tumultuous, but they all carry hope and purpose within them.
Muriel doesn't forget to tend the fire anymore. It used to be an easy thing to go without. After Asra moved out, after his tormentor went up in flames, it was easy to watch the light in his hearth slowly dwindle and die. It was peaceful to sit in the dark quiet of a stone hut and slip into another long, deep, chilly sleep. But now you're here. And you deserve to be warm. You're worthy of a space filled with golden light and soft furs and beautiful tapestries and good food and warmth. And maybe ... he is too.
Portia has stopped hiding in the library. Don't get her wrong, she still sneaks into it all the time. (Seriously, what else was she going to do when she was handed one of the only two sets of keys???) The library was her space, with stories only she had read, where the skills she grew for herself hid among the bookshelves. Her achievements are much, much bigger now. They look back at her in your eyes, in Pepi's little voice, in a flourishing Vesuvia. She doesn't hide in the library anymore. She emerges from it.
Lucio refuses to eat breakfast by himself, ever again. As a soldier, it was a hurried affair around campfires - nothing like the fun of raucous dinners the night before - and as a Count, it was brought to him in his chambers. He'd sit and eat the pile of sugary goods and eye the mess of last night's debauchery and try not to feel cold and small and alone. After three years of hell, he's not alone anymore. Breakfast is campfire food, or inn amenities, and missing most of the sugar he loves - but it's portioned for two.
#vesuvia weekly#how things changed#the arcana#ask arcana brainrot#the arcana game#the arcana fanfic#the arcana headcanons#the arcana hc#asra the arcana#julian the arcana#nadia the arcana#muriel the arcana#portia the arcana#lucio the arcana#asra alnazar#julian devorak#nadia satrinava#muriel of the kokhuri#portia devorak#lucio morgasson
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behold, the absolute behemoth of a 5 page comic I thought I could feasibly draw in under 3 days
@nabesthetics has often joked that Malak would send the apprentice Julian's discarded love letters, and in spirit of the Vesuvia Weekly prompt, I decided to take that idea and run with it 三三ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ
#vesuvia weekly#familiars screwed up#the arcana game#the arcana#julian devorak#asra alnazar#fan apprentice#fanart#rae draws#this comic made me uncomfortably familiar with the right side of Julian's face
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Nightmares and Daydreams
!! SPOILERS FOR ASRA ROUTE !!
A.N. : my first ever writing piece published publically. And ofc it had to be asra <3 the loml. Inspired by @/vesuviaweekly 's weekly prompt 'Nightmares and Daydreams' .Could also be considered a piece inspired from the ongoing prompt 'The things that changed' but I will probably revisit the prompt via another piece. Will be tagging it for both , just to be safe. VERY heavy on headcanons (I can't even distinguish between the canon facts and the facts i headcanon anymore). ← to the point it may be ooc . Anyways , the MC here will share my MC's origin story (this is to make me write faster , motivation go brrr) but will be referred to as MC only and will use they/them pronouns. This post will specifically target dreams of asra . I will (possibly) make another post in future involving dreams of my MC (Riku). Trying different writing styles in the same post. Is that a good idea ? Probably not . Would i still do it? Of course.
C.W. : He/him pronouns for asra (to avoid confusion) ; NOT spoiler free ; death mention ; mc's aunt is mentioned (oc character) ; somewhat angst ; very much self indulgent content ; lovesick asra; english is not my first language so please be kind and make me aware of any mistakes you may spot while reading this.
"By clicking on 'keep reading' , you hereby confirm that you have read A.N. and C.W. as given above and therefore I (the creator of this post) will not be held accountable for your reading experience"
Asra Alnazar
Nightmares :
• (Before meeting MC) His nightmares followed similar themes. Some of these included the glimpses of his childhood , with his parents and suddenly they are leaving. His childhood home crumbling to floor. Him getting in trouble while playing on docks . Sometimes it included Muriel - his new friend. The visions of Muriel , too, disappearing some day or being disappointed in him in some way were a great burden for him. Some others included him not getting any food for a whole day or two ( but were they really nightmares if this was his reality?) and people being mean to him.
• His ways of comforting himself during such times were very limited. He would wake up with a jolt and startle Faust too. They both would later cuddle and squeeze together. To prevent getting bullied , he would act all mean in front of bullies and protect Muriel from them too. To avoid starvation, he would resort to petty stealing via magic. He would visit his 'gate' on especially rough nights seeking comfort from his patron arcana the Magician. He would use magic to create pretty scenarios to calm himself down .Muriel started to comfort him too once he found out about his nightmares.
• (After meeting MC) He started to visit the magic shop the day after his nightmares . MC's aunt was a kind lady . Being in her presence would remind Asra of home and comfort him in an odd way. But he liked it. Once he was good friends with MC , he would randomly crash into their bedroom for comfort and cuddles. He was loved in the magic shop. But to avoid getting attached to them , he would often go on 'trips' , only to return after being haunted by nightmares making him crave for a place to call a 'home'. His nightmares significantly decreased after getting close to MC.
• (Plague Era) In the initial stages of the spread of plague , he would often get nightmares about his friends catching the plague. Mc did a great job in reassuring him initially but as the situation in vesuvia worsened so did his nightmares. He could not be reassured. Which then led to 'the argument' that caused him and MC to separate.
• (After MC's death) After he got to know about MC's demise (and after his short trip (?) to lazaret ), his nightmares would now involve those tall chimneys he saw on the island. In his nightmares, he would wander around the crematory and would hear MC's voice calling him . He would always wake up in cold sweat after such nightmares and cry himself to sleep again .
• (Post U.E. route) After the fight against devil was won , he had MC with him now. Now no matter what nightmares he would experience , he would always wake up to comfort full of love from his love. Now the nightmares were manageable and even if some of them truly terrified him , he knew he could tackle anything and anyone. He could go against the world if required now that he had MC supporting him.
Daydreams :
• (Before meeting MC) Asra is a very creative person. At such a young age his daydreams would involve a safe place , lavish meals , running around with friends. He would also daydream about his parents returning someday and taking him with them. He would often try to create these 'daydream scenarios' play out in front of him via magic. This also helped him get better at magic.
• Once Muriel and him secured a safe place in the woods , he would ask Muriel to join him while he was playing out such scenarios. Muriel would often decline , but on the rare occasions he would join Asra , he would find himself entranced in asra's daydreams. Afterall he has a very creative imagination.
• (After meeting MC) after meeting MC in his stall at one of the bazaars of lucio's annual masquerade ball, his daydreams started to include more of MC as he got to know them more. Scenarios of them practicing magic together, taking classes from MC's aunt together, going on foraging trips to gather resources for the shop together. During masquerade ball season , when he would be making new masks (to keep up the inventory) for his annual stall , he would daydream about the different styles of masks and colours that would suit them . Asking Muriel for help while carving out masks and showing him his ideas via magic (the same way he used while daydreaming). It would all be so they (MC) could have more options to choose from. He would always daydream about them dancing at ball together. When he saw other couples in the ball doing different types of couple activities, it too would feed his daydream fuel.
• While away on trips , he would daydream of bringing MC with him. To explore new places, meet new people, experience new experiences together. When the longing became too much to bear for him alone , he would return to meet them.
• (After MC's death) Daydreams were his only escape from the reality. He had no one he could rely on anymore. He would daydream about MC coming back , of him bringing MC back. He daydreamed about seeing MC again after all this time , about the time spent and what could have been. He would choose moments from his life and daydream about changing the course of how things happened, how things should have happened. He daydreamed about all that mattered to him and still there was nothing he could do to make that happen. Except being patient. Except searching for ways he could bring them back. Except daydreaming about successfully finding a way to bring them back. All because he had a creative imagination.
• (Post U.E. route) Now that everything was right , he finally dared to daydream about a future . A future where MC was present. A future where his parents were there . A future where he had people he could rely on. A future he could not wait to experience. Now his daydreams were filled with plans. Plans he would make to make his loved ones happy. Now his daydreams were not an escape, but just creative thoughts. Of course it did not happen immediately but eventually he leaned to control them. His creative thoughts help bring happiness in his loved ones lives now. His plans are always very detailed making everyone surprised when he finally decides to execute them. Why wouldn't they be surprised? Afterall he does have a very creative imagination.
That was fun to write ! I am so proud of it! Possibly my next post will be a Asra × Riku fic.
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#nightmares and daydreams#asra alnazar#asra the arcana#asra the magician#asra#asra headcanons#the arcana imagines#the arcana scenarios#asra × apprentice#asra × reader#asra × mc#asra fluff#asra angst#the arcana headcanons#things that changed#nightmares & daydreams#vesuvia weekly#vesuviaweekly#vesuvia weekly prompt
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🌿 Taduki & Muriel 🌿
Aka scary looking sweetheart and his sweet girlfriend. 💕💕
Calls him hubby, also scruffy bear, also blueberry muffin, also—
The start of the trip with Morga was not working out. Tad can’t walk so far on such different terrain, but they had to get going. Muriel was considering carrying her, but didn’t feel like he knew her enough to ask — until Morga played wingwoman and straight up told Muriel to carry her.
Tad felt horrible about the situation but Muriel assured her, “It’s fine…”
The whole trip, she was very gentle and patient with him, but she struggled with holding back from touching him. She wanted to put her hand on his, rub his back, comb his hair, and she sometimes couldn’t stop herself. Muriel would flinch back, but one day, he let her in. They had to work together.
Post-route, the two agreed to live with each other. She would cook tasty meals and he would clean as always. It was hard at first, but only because Muriel was just getting used to doing the things Asra would do for her. She couldn't lift jugs, chop wood, or go on long patrols, but she found ways to get by.
Some things she could use magic for. A quick dusting, levitation for high up shelves, etc. She also has a knack for crocheting and sewing so Muriel now has a nice drawer full of fitted homemade clothing.
One investment they made was a big futon they could roll out in front of the fireplace for extra chilly winters. Tad LIVES on that thing and Muriel can't blame her... Well, if you can't beat em, join em.
Inanna was standoffish at first but luckily Tad loves to baby animals, and a big scary wolf was no exception. Their naps sync up. 🥺
Due to her condition, Tad’s brain can sometimes be a little empty. Her memory and processing declined and she has trouble with basic tasks. It’s a soft spot for her, so Muriel is just as patient with her as she is with him. He waits as long as he needs for her to finish her thoughts. He reciprocates her actions back to her. He pets her head, holds her hands, and rests his head on her.
May add more hcs! Thank you for reading!! 💕🙏 (Listening material at the bottom)
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#MC/LI dynamics#Vesuvia weekly#the arcana game#the arcana muriel#muriel of the kokhuri#the arcana hc#the arcana mc#apprentisona#oc#not Muriel#he’s from the arcana#lol#Youtube
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Vesuvia Weekly: Event details, Submission guidelines, and Masterlists
EVENT DETAILS:
This is a sideblog from my main, @iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia, dedicated to hosting creative events for the Arcana visual novel!
(Note: none of these events are competitions. They're simply opportunities to create together and appreciate each other's work!)
Every Wednesday, an Arcana-themed prompt will be posted on this blog with the tag #vesuvia weekly and a tag for the specific prompt. For the next two weeks, any creative work falling under the guidelines and tagged accordingly will be reblogged here and on my main account and added to the prompt's masterlist (see submission guidelines for details)!
On the same post, there will be a poll for the next week's prompt! You are more than welcome to send prompt ideas to the ask box (see submission guidelines for details)!
SUBMISSION GUIDELINES
PG-13, please! If you've made something spicier and would still like to share it, please tag a PG-13 preview to be reblogged here :)
All creativity is welcome! Here are a few examples of what would count: incorrect quotes, digital and traditional art, WIPs, oneshots, headcanons, sprite edits, scripts, character sheets/analysis, etc
To take part: post your creativity themed for an active prompt and tag it with #vesuvia weekly and the prompt's specific tag. Your post will be reblogged here and on my main account, and linked to the masterlist under that prompt
Please do not pass someone else's work as your own! In that spirit, since this is a space intended to boost and celebrate creativity, hate of any kind will not be welcome
TL;DR if it's your own creativity, PG-13, and tagged appropriately, it's perfect :)
FOR PROMPT IDEAS, please keep it PG-13 and open-ended enough to be engaging to multiple creative formats ^.^
MASTERLISTS: new masterlist for each Wednesday prompt post, for ease of browsing/archival organization
Red: Retired Prompts
Green: Active Prompts
Jan 10th: Your MC/Their LI's dynamic
Jan 17th: How Things Went Wrong (feat. the Arcana familiars)
Jan 24th: Borrowing Clothes
Jan 31st: Cooking Class
Feb 7th: The Impulsive Thoughts Won
Feb 21: MC explaining our world to the M6
Feb 28: How to Hold Your Loved One
March 6: "That's not how that's supposed to work"
March 20th: "Where Did You Learn to do That?"
March 27th: The First Post-Crisis Date
April 3rd: Nightmares & Daydreams
April 10th: Things That Changed
April 17th: Rare Smiles
April 24th: Inside Jokes
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Alright, I'm not sure if this is implied anywhere or if someone else has already mentioned it, but Vesuvia is probably bigger than we think.
Yes, there is a city named Vesuvia that we all know and love, but since Nadia is Countess (and Lucio was Count), it's probably an entire county that includes more than a single city.
Vesuvia, as a city, is probably the biggest settlement in the entire county, but there must be other places. Maybe one or two smaller towns that are smaller than Vesuvia and a few villages.
#the arcana#the arcana hc#the arcana headcanons#vesuvia#countess nadia#nadia satrinava#count lucio#portia devorak#arcana muriel#julian devorak#asra alnazar#this is what I think about at 4 am during a shower#just Esz's average 4 am thoughts
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