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Wilhelm Olivewilhem - I can't XD

Vesuvia Weekly; Inside Jokes (Rowan and Julian)

okay so a bit is technically a joke and i had this thought about them just doing improv during some mundane activities.. there's a lot of dialogue here so it was really fun to write (though like always i was a little worried whether it's in character enough..). and i wrote this whole thing while laying on my carpet because my sheets were in the washing!! so fun!

there's just a little more than 1k words here by the way! it's all sappy and mushy. and i included my olive theory headcanon

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"Juliannn, I finished tidying." Rowan walks into the kitchen, stretching his arms and yawning. He approaches Julian from behind and hugs his waist gently.

"Oh? That took quite a bit longer than usual, I'm already finished with dinner. A lot of dust today?" he smiles and turns around to kiss his partner's forehead.

"No, Malak didn't stick the landing earlier and knocked over some jars-"

"What-? Why didn't you tell me that? I would've helped!"

"It's fine! It's fine, I've gotten it covered. The shop is squeaky clean now..." Rowan yawns again, "And I am sooo hungry." he looks over Julian's shoulder and into the pot in front of him.

"...Like what you see?" Julian asks with a smirk.

"That sauce looks amazing..." Rowan sighs out and leans against Julian's frame.

"Well, the recipe was Pasha's courtesy. Ah, and she was the one that made the pasta... I haven't gotten the hang of that yet."

"You'd make such a good househusband..."

"No, come on... Would you like a househusband that can't even make edible pasta?"

"Mm, if he was as handsome as you..." Rowan snickers and pokes Julian's side, making him jerk back with a yelp, continued by embarrassed chuckling.

"You flirt... Just sit already, I can hear your stomach growling."

Rowan chuckles and goes to sit down at the table. He pulls his feet up on the chair and looks up at Julian with a smile while he brings the plates over and sits down across from him. The pasta does look delicious... Rowan's never been a big tomato fan but he is possibly the biggest tomato sauce fan in all of Vesuvia.

"You didn't put any olives in, right...?" Rowan inquires with a slightly raised eyebrow.

"Not in your plate. I have them all to myself now." Julian snorts when he looks up to see Rowan's disapproving scowl, "I don't judge your food choices!" he adds with a soft scoff.

Rowan rolls his eyes a little and starts eating. He twirls the pasta around his fork swiftly and puts it into his mouth, with his head just above the plate.

After a while of silence while they're both busy eating, Julian says something again.

"That's no way for a proper gentleman to go about this... You eat like a beast."

Rowan raises his eyes to be met with Julian's familiar expression. That silly teasing smirk. So he answers accordingly.

"That's because I am a beast. A very fierce and dangerous one."

"Right, of course. What kind of beast are you?"

"Umm... A dragon! Yes, that."

"Ah, I can picture that already... But what color?"

"Red. Naturally."

"And just how big of a dragon are you?"

"Twenty feet."

"...In length or height?"

"Height, of course."

"Well that's just greedy..."

Rowan holds up a finger to silence him and Julian just smirks again.

"Fine then. You're a huge red dragon. So can I ride you?"

Rowan snorts and covers his mouth in fear of spitting his pasta out. He recovers and swallows his bite.

"Wait, but who even are you?"

"Uh... Maybe just a simple peasant with a soft spot for dragons. So I come with a query. Can I ride you, oh mighty dragon? So I can experience the feeling of soaring the sky, the wind of my face and escaping my mundane life as a simple olive farmer..."

Rowan wrinkles his nose at that slightly and it makes Julian scoff again.

"So...?" he raises his eyebrows, waiting for an answer.

"The Rowan-dragon considers it. And then he eats you whole. One bite."

"Er- Huh? But why?"

"Sheep shortage. He's very hungry."

"But I'm all skin an bones! I'm a very humble farmer, not nutritious at all!"

"The dragon doesn't particularly care."

"But I'm so full of love and affection for you, dear dragon! I could've offered you something no mere sheep would be able to. If only you haven't eaten me... Now I'm just slowly dissolving in your dragon stomach acids... Nobody will even remember the name of... Uh... Wilhelm Olivewilhelm..."

Rowan shakes his head slowly with a weak grin.

"Maybe it's better off not being remembered-"

"Rude! So that's just it? Wilhelm gets eaten and that's the end of his story?"

"No, uh... The dragon reconsiders the situation and spits you- Wilhelm up. Wait, should I say you or Wilhelm?"

"Whatever you see fit. But how is that possible? Wasn't it a bite? I'm like a bloody mush now."

"Eh, it was more of a gulp, actually. So the dragon spits you up and you're mostly undamaged. The dragon is moved, in fact. Moved by the love he felt radiating off of you while you were in his stomach."

"Right. So, mighty dragon, will you let me love you? I don't care what the world thinks of us... My feelings are strong, undeniable and I can't hide them anymore-"

"The dragon leans in for a big, sloppy kiss."

"That's..."

"Do you return the kiss? Your whole head is in the dragon's mouth by the way.

"How is that supposed to work then...?"

"I don't know, lick him from the inside?"

"Rowan, ew!"

They both explode into laughter, forgetting about their pasta almost completely. When they manage to calm down a little, Rowan leans back and yawns again.

"Aww, is my dear dragon that tired already? You should just go to sleep once we finish eating." Julian says with a soft smile.

"Well, terrorizing villages does take up a lot of energy. And I can't go to sleep right after this, I get heartburn..." Rowan rubs his eyes a bit and leans down again to finish his pasta.

"Then I'll make you chamomile tea." Julian shovels the last bit of his food into his mouth and gets up from his seat.

"Thank you, Wilhelm." Rowan answers with a grateful smile.

While Julian prepares the drink, Rowan manages to clear off his plate. Then Julian approaches again and sets the tea poured into Rowan's favorite flowery cup on the table in front of him.

"You're still a little dirty, darling." Julian instinctively reaches forward to wipe Rowan's face and gasps when his fingers get bitten down on.

"Hey, what's this for?"

Rowan lets go after a moment.

"I'm still the dragon. It's an immersive experience. Besides, don't you know that dragons are allowed to go to sleep all dirty and disgusting?"

"Not my dragon. My dragon is supposed to go to sleep all clean and smelling like fresh flowers." he states and grabs the nearest piece of cloth so he can clean Rowan's face.

"No, an ambush-!" Rowan yelps and starts squirming under his touch. Julian just carries on with a grin.

"Now," Julian sets the cloth away and hands Rowan the cup of tea "take your little drink and to bed with you, dragon. I'll handle the dishes."

Rowan gets up from his seat with another yawn and Julian puts an arm around him just to give him a little peck on the lips. Then he nudges him towards the exit of the kitchen.

"I love you, dearest dragon."

"The dragon loves you too."

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This was so heartfelt, it immersed me to the point that I felt like I was reading the POV of someone who lives in the game. Delightful!!

Rare Smiles - Julian Devorak

(the one in which Esme gushes talks about her lover's smile...)

(esme is something of a writer so why doesn't SHE answer this prompt, huh? why should i do it)

♡

Julian's Smile: A Thought by Esme Noble

Julian's smile isn't rare, if by “rare” you mean “infrequent.” On the contrary, he smiles all the time, and for a variety of reasons, I find.

He smiles sometimes when he's nervous, sometimes when he's sad, or to make people comfortable, or to keep a secret (his version of a poker face is a relaxed smile as opposed to stoicism)… Just off of the top of my head. That doesn't even mention how he smiles when he's happy, and how even within that one emotion he's got different shapes of smiles — his raffish grin, a teasing smirk, a small smile of awe, a smile of endearment, a beam of pure joy.

It's like a reflex to him; if you catch him unawares, he's likely to smile in surprise at whatever you did or said. (Especially if he's falling asleep. If he's barely awake and you speak to him, half the time the corners of his lips curl up and his eyebrows raise before he's even processed what you said. It's the funniest thing. The cutest.)

His smile is rare in the sense that something about it is so unique to him. It's Julian's Smile. That's why it looked so odd to see him grin while in disguise as Asra. It just didn't fit who Asra is.

It's everything that Julian is. It's sharp, it's dramatic, it's flirtatious.

If you went into a bar and asked around about him (“What's the first thing you think of when you hear Julian Devorak? ”), you would hear a variety of answers, from “You mean the tall one?” or “The one with the hair?” to a heartily laughed/sneered “That bastard!” And certainly included in this list is “The one with the smile?” Or some variation of it. I mean it, I've heard it myself. He is the one with the smile so bright that it burns itself into your mind.

I suppose even I am not immune to a pretty smile — when we first met (the actual first time, before the Plague), it was what I initially noticed about him. Some people have that ability to smile naturally in such a way where all you want is to see them smile again. I imagine that I'm not alone in this feeling either, where Julian Devorak bursts into your life, all grins, and it makes your heart soar into some Ether realm full of fire and light and color. To smile like that, and change someone's life forever, to change me from someone who was not particularly inclined toward anything, and tilt my world on its axis, is magic.

Though I figure it wasn't only the smile that did all of that. It would be meaningless if not for the person behind it. Julian Devorak and his magic.

#vesuvia weekly #rare smiles #the arcana #the arcana game #the arcana fanfic

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These are so fluffy!! And funny, too - love how they're based in short stories!

Inside jokes;

Inside jokes between each of my Mc's and their main love interests;

Kyle;

Asra;

'Dragonmilk potatoes' and 'magician soup'

So it's not a huge secret that both Asra and Kyle sleep talk. However, they surprisingly don't usually say anything too weird. Which leads us to the inside joke. During a masquerade, they both decided to find a quiet place to nap together. When Julian, who had been partying, walked past to hear the two magicians sleep mutterings, thinking they were awake he asked if they wanted him to bring them back anything leading to the reply of 'dragonmilk potatoes' and 'magician soup'. This, of course, tipped Julian off to the fact they were indeed asleep, but even asking about it the next time he saw them awake, neither actually knew what dragonmilk potatoes or magician soup was. So now occasionally they'll call any potato dish with milk 'dragonmilk potatoes' and mystery soup is now 'magician soup'.

Nadia;

'Firefall'

To make a long story short drunk, Kyle tried to say 'firefly is technically the opposite to waterfall', but being drunk at the time accidently said 'firefall', which ended up with him confusing himself as he tried to figure out how to word properly. Aside from being banned from drinking more for the rest of the night, it did lead to the inside joke as a soft tease for whenever one of them accidently says a word wrong.

Hunter;

Julian;

'Hunter, doesn't love leeches'

Another one with a story attached but to summarize it;

Julian: would you love me if I was a leech

Hunter: why the fuck would you be a leech?

Julian: Hypothetically, would you love me if I was a leech?

Hunter: hypothetically, I would want to know why the fuck you're a leech and how to turn you back!

Julian: so you wouldn't love me if I was a leech?

Hunter: I mean- yes? No? I don't know. I would be too focused trying to turn you back.

Julian: would you talk to leech-julian?

Hunter: yeah? I'd be asking you why the fuck your a leech

Julian: leeches can't talk

Hunter: playfully attacking his face with kisses at that point* and leeches aren't doctors either!

Portia;

'Cat-vase, fur-nature, kitty-map'

Pretty much it started with Portia mentioning the fact there's fur everywhere off handedly and Hunter replying with "it is fur-nature for a reason" and since then, they add cat puns to things Pepi has gotten into. Map of hidden passages you mean the 'kitty-map'

Muriel;

Refering to the chickens as 'the girls' things like "have you feed the girls yet?" Or "the girls were up later than normal" sometimes even "the girls had a lot of gossip to share"

Bluebell;

Lucio;

Lucio makes a lot of blue jokes because well Bluebell has blue in their name, blue eyes, blue hair, and blue feathers on their wings, tail and ears, and likes to wear blue clothes. The most common one is calling Bluebell 'Bluey' as a nickname to which Bluebell usually replies by calling Lucio 'goldy'. The inside joke is their nicknames of 'Bluey and Goldy' with them both, making sure it doesn't actually hurt the other person cus, then it'd no longer be a joke.

#vesuvia weekly #inside jokes #the arcana #the arcana game

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Vesuvia Weekly: Prompt for April 24th - May 8th

You voted, so here it is!

Inside Jokes

With that, the "Things That Changed" prompt is officially closed!

The tags are the usual #vesuvia weekly and for this specific prompt, #inside jokes. The masterlist for all works submitted for this prompt will be under the poll for next week :D

MASTERLIST

#vesuvia weekly #inside jokes #the arcana #the arcana game #the arcana fanfic #the arcana headcanons #the arcana fanart #the arcana hc #the arcana edits #the arcana incorrect quotes #the arcana memes

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I love seeing how character arcs play into evolving relationship dynamics and vice versa - this was a lovely read!

Vesuvia Weekly: How it Started, How it's Going

Additional entry for the "things that changed" prompt because I will take any chance to dump OC lore on everyone and that is a threat lol

(Slight content warning for very vague mentions of abuse)

Chimalus and Nadia

How it Started

Chimalus and Nadia actually met briefly when they were children.

Chimalus, though a far cry from royalty, was the firstborn of a small but wealthy noble family.

Their father was the type to always find a way to hobnob with those in higher power. If he wasn’t throwing a party himself, he was attending someone else’s fancy gathering… and dragging his child along with him.

Chimalus and Nadia both decided to escape a fancy event at the Prakran palace at the exact same time.

And so the two of them wound up accidentally enjoying a moment on their own private balcony.

It was awkward at first, but Nadia was eager to have someone listen to her talk about anything other than the endless fancy-party small talk, and Chimalus was only too happy to listen.

The two of them could just be kids, and it was a beautiful moment for them both.

Sadly, both of their lives fell through many, many dark twists and turns after that party.

And yet, somehow, those twisting paths led them both to Vesuvia.

How it's Going

Chimalus’ life was actually better after waking up in the life of a (relatively) ordinary shopkeep instead of the first in line for head of a noble house.

Their father was the picture of corrupt nobility, obsessed with power in any form over all else... including the welfare and wellbeing of his child.

He actively caused a lot of harm.

But now Chimalus has been given the chance to leave all of that behind.

Learning to be a person again with Asra meant that they actually had someone who encouraged them, who helped them find and pursue their own interests, and actually showed physical affection.

This was one of the biggest things that Chimalus was able to share with Nadia when the two of them finally met again.

Without even realizing it, they did exactly the same thing they had done during that party: they treated her like a person instead of a Countess or Princess.

Now Nadia and Chimalus take on everything together, from the biggest problems in the city to the much lower-stakes but equally challenging book club debates.

Perhaps someday one or the other will remember the moment that started it all.

But either way, in each other they found what they had both longed for as long as they could remember: being together as equals.

Meleia and Asra

How it Started

Meleia had always been an outcast. Even before she moved to Vesuvia.

Living and working with her aunt only made things more difficult.

Meleia came from a very distant place, somewhere literally off the map, and she was forbidden from talking about her past.

Between that, and her foreign magic utterly clashing with her aunt’s magical style, and her general lack of knowledge about Vesuvian culture, she felt trapped and alone.

And then she met Asra.

Asra happened to be in the right place at the right time to help her out of a sticky situation in the market just before the whole “stuck in the same spot during Nadia’s procession” thing happened.

They found kinship in each other, a pair of outcasts with magic they weren’t entirely sure what to do with.

But what had really amazed Meleia about Asra at the time was his willingness to actually help her out. To listen to her.

Even though the fleeting moments at the annual Masquerade were the only times they were “allowed” to run into each other, there was such a sense of hope and relief when they were together.

Her life significantly improved when her aunt eventually moved out of the shop, which let Asra visit much more often.

He helped her learn how to control her magic better.

But their relationship, as much as it was built on trust and sharing their mutual curiosities, was always veiled underneath secrets.

Meleia couldn’t talk about her past. Asra didn’t want to burden her with his.

And Meleia couldn’t explain-- not because she wasn’t allowed to, simply because she didn’t know-- why she never quite managed to control her magic.

Still, it was wonderful to have Asra by her side… until the night of that fateful argument.

How it's Going

It was tough at first, after waking up.

Meleia always felt a little guilty that Asra was so often the one taking care of her, and she longed to take care of him in return.

But now things are better in nearly every way.

Finally, finally, the two of them are exactly where they need to be.

Meleia has someone she can truly be herself around.

Asra has someone both to support him and to help him soldier through the more difficult choices and parts of life without slipping away.

The two of them have a deep understanding and trust of each other. Misfits have to stick together, right?

There are no secrets between them anymore, and ever since Meleia discovered the truth behind her resurrection and her new body, Asra has been more determined than ever to help her reclaim her past.

In all honesty, her new body helps a lot with magical control: one thing they did find out was that Meleia’s parents were both incredibly powerful magicians with two very different styles, leaving her with almost too much power for one person to handle alone. Having the borrowed body of an Arcana grants her the strength she needs.

The rest of her life remains a mystery… so far.

But whether they uncover it or not, Meleia and Asra will always, always have each other. And their friends. And Meleia found her familiar. And Asra found his parents.

They both have a family now, both with each other and beyond. And Meleia finally has a place-- and a person-- to call home.

#vesuvia weekly #things that changed #the arcana #the arcana game #the arcana headcanons #the arcana hc

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Love how tailored these are to each character's dynamic with the specific OC!

Rare smiles

I decided to add shipping, I would type a rare smile for each MLI;

Kyle;

Asra;

One of the rare smiles is one shared between them. It's a small subtle smile typically mirrored across a room or at a table as a subtle. 'Are you hearing this shit?' with the other usually having a subtle body language reply such as a tiny half shrug or returning the smile back in agreement.

Nadia;

One of the rare smiles for Nadia is a full-on grin. By that, I mean not a soft smile or a more elegant one, but the type of smile that you have no control over. The kind where you don't even realize you're grinning until it's pointed out. While similar to a genuine smile that Nadia gives often, this is more intense and less caring about appearance.

On the reverse, a rare smile from Kyle is a very small, typically lopsided smile. The reason this smile is rare is that it's typically one Kyle does without realizing it when feeling extremely awkward and nervous at the same time. It's either a way to deflect these feelings by trying to smile to show themselves their calm or a way to appear like their happy. It's hard to tell due to it being more of a reflex than actually thought about behavior.

Hunter;

Julian;

With Julian, it's a well-rested smile. A soft smile of a well-rested Dr. Similar to his normal smile, it's just a bit deeper and just a bit more sincere even if he doesn't notice any difference himself. Hunter is great at telling the two smiles apart.

In another uno reverse situation, Hunter's rare smile, especially around Julian, is their sleepy smile. Dispite being just as eger to work to exhaustion, this actually typically leaves Hunter either tired or fully rested. When waking up, they tend to jump into full awakeness, making one of the rare smiles for Hunter being during the limited times when their sleepy rather than awake or tired.

Portia;

A rare smile shared between them is a double knife cat. If you see them exchange this smile, you know shit is about to go down. The reason this is rare is that usually, Portia is able to deal with entitled people, but sometimes you need someone who's not afraid to lose some social status. Thus, Hunter is called into action with a single smile.

Muriel;

A rare smile is one shared between them. Typically, it's Hunter giving Muriel a subtle smile, warning him that their about to do something. With Muriel ether returning it as a 'go ahead' or keeping his sharp look as a 'don't'. Typically, whatever Hunter ends up doing leads to them getting in some sort of trouble. However, sometimes it's needed, especially if it's to get attention away from Muriel when their out and about. Being a city hero has some downsides when you don't like attention.

Bluebell;

Lucio;

For someone who loves to smile a lot, you'd think their wouldn't be many rare smiles. However, one of the rarest smiles is one of safety and security. A small, gentle smile usually shared while starting to fall asleep or after waking up. Small one filled with security.

With Bluebell being Bluebell, one of the rarest smiles from them is a genuine grin. A big bright smile where, for those moments, nothing else exists when they forget their insecurities and worries, even if only for a few precious moments.

#vesuvia weekly #rare smile #the arcana #the arcana game #the arcana headcanons

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putting this on the masterlist ^.^

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 #the arcana #the arcana headcanons #the arcana hc #the arcana game

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This was so sweet! Especially the first words at the end, I couldn't help smiling along!

Vesuvia Weekly: Smiling Days and Rare First Things

A look into the future for our dear Countess and the werewolf she calls a spouse. A new addition to the family, of course, always brings wonderful things.

No song suggestions via the title today. But if you would like one, I'm quite partial to Mirrors by Caravan Palace right now. Give it a listen and of course, as always, thanks for reading.

Beatrix Satrinava wasn't one to smile often. Or well, they did. But it was never with teeth. Due to their inclinations to the inhuman sort, a werewolf by nature and a rather big and intimidating one at that, such a big, wide smile could be interpreted as them attempting to intimidate someone or something. Thus,the smiles they did offer were few and far between. That has surely changed since Nadia and their's marriage, and well, the recent welcoming of a new addition to their family. Surely Beatrix smiled more often now, but… still that wide, sharp tooth smiled eluded those who loved them.

Aelia Satrinava, the first daughter to the Countess and the Captain, was already a ball of energy at almost a year old. Due to her genes of both being a Satrinava and a werewolf pup, Aelia was already inclined to being stubborn. Add to the fact that she had finally mastered crawling and was making leaps and bounds, literally and figuratively, towards walking… She had her mothers on edge.

Nadia blew a strand of hair out of her face as she avoided having any of her own hair or jewelry tugged on by her daughter who was presently seated before her, wooden blocks all but forgotten as her mother was far more interesting.

“Mm, it seems you have your Baba's penchant to tugging and being grabby.” Nadia remarks absently as she moves to sweep her darling daughter up into her arms.

Aelia let out a low yet clearly pleased noise of happiness. She nestled in eagerly against Nadia, tiny and fat fingers poking at her mother's dress.

“Let's go and see what they're up to, hm? I think we're due for some fresh air.” The Countess looked to Aelia.

Pale green eyes, bright with childish joy, beamed back at Nadia framed by coppery red hair, tips just slightly purple. Definitely a Satrinava child.

Humming lightly, Nadia adjusts her grasp on her daughter and strolled out of the nursery. Her heels clicking across the tile, then carpet, then stone as she exits out into the shaded area that surrounded the open air training yard.

The scent of sweat and dirt is present in the air. Aelia's nose, albeit untrained but still very much a werewolf's, was shifting and sniffing up a storm. Her head turning from her mother's shoulder as she peers about. She easily spots her Baba, Beatrix.

The elder werewolf was laughing, shirt sticking to their chest due to sweat as they dodged out of the way of a stave strike delivered by Nahara, Nadia's sister.

“Didi! And little Aelia too.” Another voice catches Nadia's attention while her daughter's is honed in on Beatrix, pale green eyes watching with rapt attention as the werewolf spars with one of her many Aunt's.

“Mira.” Nadia would greet, expression softening as she moves to join her sister, Nasmira, on a bench in the shaded area, the trio of Satrinavas observing Beatrix and Nahara continuing to spar.

Neither of the combatants seemed to be taking this spar seriously, not at this point at least.

There was laughter, slight grins and general rough-housing. It was as if Nahara and Beatrix were the actual siblings.

And such a sight made Nadia’s heart sing, her lips pulling into a smile as she adjusted Aelia on her lap.

“I can't recall the last time I saw you smile like that, Didi.” Nasmira remarks as she briefly coos at Aelia who briefly shifts her gaze towards her other Aunt. “It… It makes me happy to see you this happy.”

Nadia wrinkled her nose a little. “Goodness, don't go getting soft on me Mira, really now! I'm quite happy, thank you.” She sniffs, taking on a vaguely indignant air as she avoids looking at her sister and hiding the fact that she was blushing.

Nasmira merely chuckled and shook her head, gently stroking a thumb over Aelia's cheek. “Your Mama is very much in love with your Baba, I think, little Aelia.”

The little werewolf girl doesn't say a word, or even make a sound. She had a very concentrated expression on her features as she stares towards Beatrix who is now wrestling Nahara, their sparring staves all but forgotten.

Beatrix seems to feel their daughter's gaze on them and they pull their head free from Nahara's headlock, beaming brightly. And then their lips are pulling back and there's that big, bright and sharp toothed smile.

It's a beautiful sight, Nadia thinks, her heart flipping in her chest as Beatrix shoves Nahara’s shoulder and begins to stroll over to the trio.

“There's my favorite set of girls.” Beatrix beams brightly, moving to sweep Aelia up into her arms, Nadia letting go easily as she rises to greet her wife. “You've been good for your, Mama, aye, little pup?”

The elder werewolf touches their nose to Aelia's, who giggles and waves her hands about in the air. Beatrix tucks Aelia into their chest with one arm and pulls Nadia in with their free arm. They nuzzle both their daughter's and wife's heads with their own. “Hello my wonderful loves.”

“Hello Partho,” Nadia would murmur right back, her hand coming to rest at the nape of her wife's neck. Her fingers splayed wide over the skin there as she smiles at Beatrix. “I like it when you smile like that.”

The werewolf pulled back, tilting their head a little as they adjusted their grip on Aelia. “Hm?”

But before Nadia could respond, it's Nasmira who pipes up, more so speaking to Nahara, “They look like something out of the stories Baba would read to us when we were children, don't you think?”

Nahara eyed the trio of Satrinavas and smiled slightly, a faint upturn to her lips. She chuckled and would give a firm nod. “Yes, I would say so.”

Aelia, through all of this, was still intently staring at Beatrix. And then she would pan over to Nadia, and then back again. It was a slow shift of her head before she raised a hand and placed it firmly over Beatrix's lips. She would squint a little before looking to Beatrix. “Ba.”

All went still and quiet, four sets of eyes now on the young werewolf child that Beatrix held.

“...Did she-”

“Did you hear-”

“Aelia?”

“...The little one has something to say it seems.”

Again the foursome of adults gazed down to the youngest Satrinava who was still staring intently at Beatrix. Her pale green eyes were narrowed a little too.

“Ba… Ba.” It's close, so close.

And Beatrix looks like they're about to start sobbing with happiness. Again, there's that great, big grin on their features as they lower their head down, nuzzling at their daughter's hand. “That's right, pup, I'm your Baba, your mom. And this…”

Beatrix would turn, still teary-eyed and grinning like a fool, towards Nadia. “This is your Mama, can you say that? Ma-ma?”

Aelia's eyes immediately shift to Nadia, but instead of speaking, she reaches her hands out.

The foursome of adults laugh, cooing gently to the little werewolf child as Nadia takes Aelia back into her arms.

“Certainly a day of firsts,” Beatrix remarks as they move to wrap an arm around Nadia's waist, tugging her close and smiling down to their daughter who has now nestled back into Nadia's chest.

Aelia begins to doze off, wrapped up in the arms of someone who loves her. And Beatrix is still smiling that wide, big, and rare smile at Nadia.

And the Countess couldn't be happier than in this moment. Surely a day for firsts, but perhaps too a day for rare, sacred and important things too.

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Vesuvia Weekly: Prompt for April 17th - May 1st

You voted, so here it is!

Rare Smiles

With that, the "Nightmares and Daydreams" prompt is officially closed!

The tags are the usual #vesuvia weekly and for this specific prompt, #rare smiles. The masterlist for all works submitted for this prompt will be under the poll for next week :D

MASTERLIST

Smiling Days and Rare First Things by @thehegemoncaller

M6's Rare Smiles by @iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia

Rare Smiles by @fox-daddy

#vesuvia weekly #rare smiles #the arcana #the arcana game #the arcana fanfic #the arcana fanart #the arcana hc #the arcana headcanons #the arcana incorrect quotes #the arcana memes #the arcana edits

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Sibling reunion! This was so sweet!!

Vesuvia Weekly: Taking the First Step

This was originally for the Nightmares and Daydreams prompt, but fits Things that Changed super well, too, so now it's both!

"Nightmares and daydreams" led me to the awkwardness and anxiety that was bound to come with finding a long-lost sibling... and Damian just so happens to have one in Nopal.

About 4,000 words (this one got away from me lol) featuring Damian, Julian, a little bit of Asra, Oswald the bat, and a new friend!

Warnings: mention of canon backstory death, Damian has Worries

(but that's about it, everything ends up very fluffy)

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Asra’s guilt had been obvious when they finally made the connection that Damian might have some family in Nopal. Most of that came from a single very big hint: Mendoza. Damian’s last name.

He’d known his surname for a while now. That had been one of the first things Asra had shared with him when he’d started to reclaim his identity. Even then, it had taken a while for Asra to share. There had, apparently, been a time during Damian’s recovery when Asra had attempted to tell him that exact information and had nearly sent him into a coma.

Damian had gotten much stronger since then. In multiple ways. Including discovering a few more things about his past without collapsing.

Still… by all accounts, actually going to Nopal to find out if he truly did have family there was probably a very bad idea.

But Damian had to know. And he was stubborn enough to try. That didn’t stop the whole ordeal from being utterly terrifying, of course.

Asra had always done their best to help Damian on his quest to reconnect with his past. There was simply very little that they knew, even when it was proven that Damian didn’t always get a debilitating magical migraine when he recovered a memory. Right then, Nopal was the best lead that they had... and that was simply because Damian had found an old clay bowl that had been buried in storage for gods-know how long. According to Asra, the pattern was unique to a pottery shop in Nopal. A shop under the name Mendoza.

“It’s possible you have relatives there,” Asra had said. “I… never made the connection before. I’m sorry.”

“Why didn’t you?” Damian had asked.

It wasn’t an accusation, just a question spurred by genuine curiosity. It honestly had surprised Damian that his headaches hadn’t simply forced Asra to avoid talking about it. But Asra looked distinctly embarrassed when he answered.

“There are a lot of Mendozas,” said Asra. “Especially in Nopal. It could have been a complete coincidence.”

Damian had to admit that this was a distinct possibility. Still, Mendoza being a relatively common might have meant he had a lot of family out there. Somewhere.

On the other hand… he wasn’t sure what he would do if he had a lot of long-lost family members. Trying to reintegrate himself into an entire extended family that he had completely forgotten about was a daunting thought at the very least. And if it was entirely a coincidence, then they would travel all the way to Nopal for nothing.

He wasn’t sure which idea frightened him more.

It was especially difficult without Asra there to help. Julian absolutely insisted on going with him, which Damian appreciated. And Damian always had Oswald. The little bat went everywhere with Damian. So he wasn’t entirely alone. But it would have been nice to have a Nopal expert around.

Asra had offered to join them on their trip, of course. But the only time Julian could find someone to cover for him at the clinic happened to coincide with a trip Asra had planned with his parents. Damian refused to make Asra miss out on that. Besides, they both knew several magical ways to get in contact with each other if need be. And Asra had his water-teleport-trick. Asra would be there if anything went wrong... or if things went wonderfully right and Asra got to meet his long-lost family. Asra had given their best Magician smile at that statement.

But for now, Damian and Julian were on their own. So they had tried to brace themselves for a search that may have lasted days.

Surprisingly, actually finding the shop was the easy part.

All it had taken was asking a few people where it was. Apparently, they were on the right track in more ways than one. Nearly everyone they talked to said something along the lines of Damian looking familiar, then nodding in understanding when he mentioned his surname.

Just like Asra had said... there must have been a lot of Mendozas.

A few minutes’ walk felt like hours to Damian. His mind was moving that fast, trying to find every possible outcome of this whole quest. But then, somehow both too soon and not soon enough, they were there.

He and Julian stood before a cozy-looking stone building with a simple sign hanging over the door. The image on the sign was a ceramic pot, painted in beautiful abstract designs. And over the picture was a single word.

Mendoza.

With every step towards the shop, Damian had grown less and less certain that they were going to the right place. Sure, some people said that he looked like one of the many, many Mendozas. But that might not have meant anything. A lot of people in Nopal seemed to have brown hair like his own, though none so far had shared his golden eyes. Brown hair wasn’t exactly uncommon in the first place. It may have all been a coincidence.

There was only one way to find out. And Damian had come all the way here to find some sort of proof. Some sort of clue. And even an absolute negative would be a step closer. Hopefully.

So why couldn’t he just walk in the door?

Julian cleared his throat. “Should, uh… should we knock?”

“It’s a shop,” said Damian. “I don’t think we need to knock.”

He still didn’t move. His body simply refused to do so. Gods, this was a nightmare.

Oswald chirped from his spot tucked in Damian’s bag. Normally he would have been in a pocket, but Damian had left his jacket behind in Vesuvia. It was just too hot. Which probably wasn’t comfortable for Oswald, who liked dark and cool places, but that didn’t stop the little bat from trying to comfort his human. Damian absently gave Oswald’s little head a few gentle scritches in gratitude.

Julian gave Damian a concerned look. “Well… we could knock. If you wanted to.”

Damian managed to look up at Julian in return. “You almost sound more nervous than me.”

“Darling, I’m always nervous,” Julian laughed. His smile fell away. He ran his hand through his hair. “I can’t imagine how you might be feeling, love. But I’m here for you.”

“I know. Thank you, Julian.”

Oswald peeped again. I’m here, too.

“You are,” Damian cracked a smile. “Thank you, too, Oswald.”

Damian did feel marginally better. But he still made no move to open the door. His feet simply refused to take that last step.

Julian put a hand on his shoulder. “Damian...”

Damian took a deep breath. “What if it isn’t the place? This could be one of the most awkward moments of my life.”

“Nothing can be as awkward as the apple cart incident,” Julian chuckled. “And if worse comes to worse, I’m always happy to swoop in and whisk you out of there.”

“People will think you’re kidnapping me.” Damian pointedly looked at Julian’s outfit. Julian, had, of course, insisted on wearing black despite the near-sweltering heat.

“I could kidnap you, if you wanted.” Julian waggled his eyebrows at him. “I could even break through the window for some added dramatic flair.”

“Please do not break into another shop,” Damian sighed, smiling fondly.

Despite his teasing, Julian’s banter had actually helped. And Julian was right. A drama king as usual, of course, but right. The worst thing that could possibly happen was whoever owned the shop asking them to leave. And if they needed to, they had more than enough money with them to actually buy something. That, at least, would make things marginally less awkward.

So Damian braced himself. He hesitated for only another moment, his hand on the door handle. He wasn’t sure if it actually felt familiar, or if that was just desperate longing.

Julian gently squeezed his shoulders. Oswald squeaked encouragingly.

And Damian pushed the door open.

A bell chimed, so similar to the bell over his own shop door that Damian’s heart started to pound. The inside of this shop was just as cozy as the outside. The scent of it made Damian’s heart ache: a mix of flowers, the heavy sort of scent that came with wet clay, and the smell of a blissfully perfect fire. It was all so wonderfully, achingly familiar.

A part of him, however distant, knew he had been here before.

A tiny voice in his head reminded him that this didn’t actually mean anything. Asra had an entire house in Nopal, it wouldn’t be a surprise if he and Asra had visited together at some point…

Then the last lingering customer finished their purchase. Julian and Damian stepped out of the way so the customer could leave. The shopkeep caught their eye, and gave them a smile. She looked to be a bit younger than Damian. Her hair, trailing over her shoulders in two twin braids done up with red ribbons, was the same shade of brown as his own. And her eyes, though they were hazel instead of gold like his, were almost exactly the same shape.

She gave them both a warm smile. “Oh, hello. How can I…?”

She trailed off. Her smile slipped away. And her eyes went wide.

“Damian…?” she breathed.

Damian’s heart might have stopped. He hadn’t known what to expect. He’d been terrified that he was going to be wrong.

But now… now he was sure.

It took him three tries to actually speak. And when he did, his voice sounded strangled. He only managed one word.

“Hello.”

The shopkeep remained frozen for another heartbeat. Then she dashed forward and tossed her arms around him. It was one of the tightest hugs he had ever felt. And it was wonderful.

He’d had no idea how badly he missed this.

“I thought you were dead,” the shopkeep whispered in his ear. “We thought you died from the plague.”

Slowly, Damian wrapped his arms around her in return. He didn’t remember anything about her. He didn’t even know her name. But this was his sister. He was sure of it. Everything about this screamed familiarity. Family. He trusted her in a way he couldn’t fully understand.

So it was far easier to tell her the truth than he had feared.

“I did.”

His sister pulled back. “You did…? But… you’re here. What… how did you…?”

“It’s… a long story,” Damian sighed. “And there’s more that… that you need to know.”

This was a moment he hadn’t ever really dared to dream of. He just hoped that it didn’t all go horribly wrong. That she didn’t start hating him for forgetting all about her.

She gave Damian a searching look. A look that she quickly fixed Julian with as well. Julian gave her his best, most winning smile and offered his hand.

“Hi,” he said. “Julian Devorak. Pleasure to meet you.”

Damian’s sister looked completely bemused. So Julian tried to make things less awkward. Which failed spectacularly.

“I’m Damian’s... ah, well, he’s my... um... we’re...”

“Julian’s my boyfriend,” Damian cut in quickly. “And if he ever gets around to asking me about it, potentially my fiance.”

Julian spluttered incoherently. Damian’s sister laughed.

“It sounds like we have a lot to catch up on,” she said. “You still like cocoa, right, Damian? Or did you want some coffee?”

“I still love cocoa, actually,” said Damian. It felt odd to say still. “Julian’s more fond of coffee, though.”

“I, uh, wouldn’t want to impose...” said Julian.

“It’s fine,” said Damian’s sister. “Making both isn’t any trouble. And should I get some water for your little friend?”

She smiled at Oswald, which instantly endeared her to him. Oswald poked his head further out of the bag, his little nose twitching as he frantically sniffed the air.

“Actually, if you have some fruit lying around, I’m sure he’d appreciate nibbling on it,” said Damian.

“I think I can manage that,” said the woman with a smile.

She officially closed up and led them to a little back room—gods, this shop was arranged so like the one in Vesuvia—and got them all drinks and snacks. They settled in. And they talked.

They talked for a long time.

Damian explained everything. It was surprisingly easy to talk to her. It almost felt unreal. The words simply came, and she listened incredibly well. She took it all in stride when he mentioned the plague, his own sacrifice, Asra bringing him back, the amnesia that came with it. He didn’t quite know how to explain about his new body. And he still wasn’t sure what that meant, as far as him being the same person as before. But he told her everything he could. Everything he felt comfortable sharing.

It was a lot.

His sister—who he learned was named Amara—hardly said a word the entire time. She asked a few questions, each one pointed and perfect. But that was all.

“You’re… taking this rather well,” said Damian after the story was told.

Amara smiled. “Damian… I grew up with you. You’re a powerful and incredibly smart magician. And an alchemist. If you’re still doing that...?”

“I am,” Damian said slowly.

Amara beamed at him. “There you go, then. You were always pretty incredible, Damian. You made the impossible happen every day.”

“That doesn’t necessarily mean that you’d be so casual about this particular type of magic,” said Damian with a faint smile.

“I know I wasn’t,” Julian grinned.

“You almost got yourself killed trying to talk to one of the Arcana,” Damian countered, playfully shoving his boyfriend. “You are not allowed to talk.”

Julian chuckled and raised his hands up in mock surrender.

Amara smiled at the both of them, putting her chin in her hand. Damian hadn’t known anything about having siblings for a while now. Not biological ones, anyway. But the look was so very Asra-like that it immediately struck him as a sibling face.

“What?” he asked.

“I’m happy,” Amara said softly. “You’ve been through a lot… more than I can really imagine. But you’re here. You found me again. And there are some things that haven’t changed.”

Damian shifted uncomfortably. Oswald peeped from his spot on Damian’s head. Damian couldn’t exactly pet him at the moment, but he appreciated the concern nonetheless.

“I’m sure there are some things that have changed,” Damian said awkwardly.

“I wonder…” Amara idly stirred her cocoa. “You still like cocoa. Do you still like apples?”

“Yes,” said Damian, wondering where this was going.

“He loves apples,” Julian chuckled. “Luckily for us, an apple here and there isn’t enough to keep this doctor away.”

Damian fondly rolled his eyes. “Moving on…”

Amara laughed. “Moving on. Let’s see… what about music? You still like music, right?”

“Oho, he loves music,” said Julian, eyes gleaming. “You should hear him play. He’s a master guitarist.”

“I am not,” said Damian. “Far from it. But thank you.”

“You know I’ll sing your praises any time you like,” said Julian. “Especially if you’re accompanying me.”

Damian sighed. “Amara, if you want to kick him out, you’re more than welcome to.”

“No, it’s alright,” said Amara. “I’m actually enjoying getting to know your definitely-boyfriend-maybe-fiancé.”

“Hopefully fiancé, someday,” Damian corrected her playfully.

That, naturally, was calculated to make Julian a blushing mess. Which was exactly what Damian had been aiming for. Both because he loved flustering his partner and because he wanted to actually continue this life-changing conversation.

“If it happens, I hope I get to come to the wedding,” said Amara.

Damian wanted to simply say ‘of course.’ But they all knew it would take much more time before anyone was ready for a true invitation like that.

At least they had taken the first step.

“I’m happy you still play,” said Amara. “Or that you picked up playing again. Whatever the technical term is.”

“Either one works,” said Damian. “It’s… nice to know I played before, to be honest. Good to know that some things haven’t really changed.”

“It sounds like a lot hasn’t changed,” said Amara, sounding rather gentle. “Your favorite foods, your love for music, working as hard as you can on everything you do… what about your favorite animal? Do you still like turtles?”

For a moment, all Damian could do was sit there blinking. A tiny twinge of a headache poked at him, right behind his eyes. But it was easy to ignore. He hardly even noticed it under the sudden realization.

“I haven’t thought about my favorite animal in a while,” he admitted. “I would probably pick a jaguar now, or maybe some kind of bird of prey. But... I do still like turtles. Especially this one.”

He dug into his bag for a moment (Oswald obligingly got out of the way) and unearthed a little clay figure. It was shaped like a sea turtle, the shape a bit rough but completely recognizable. The head and feet were elegantly if inexpertly painted in varying shades of green. It had little dot eyes. The fins were white and purple with little specks of blue. Abstract blue patterns that looked almost like waves circled the shell. And right in the center of the shell was a lopsided sort of sun.

Amara gasped. Her hand went to her mouth. “Oh... Damian...”

“I never really go anywhere without it,” said Damian. “It’s kind of like my food luck charm. I can’t even tell you how many different protection spells I put on it just to make sure it never broke. I didn’t even know why it was so important. But now... I think I do.”

Amara slowly lowered her hand. “I... made that for you. When we were both kids... it was one of the first things I ever made. I was so proud of it...”. She gave a little, slightly awkward laugh. “It looks like a mess now. I had no idea what I was doing...”

“I would say it’s a true work of art,” said Julian.

Damian nodded. “I think so, too. And the fact that I still found it so important, even though I had no idea what it was... that means something. Right?”

“I think it does,” said Amara. “I think all of this means that you’re still… you. You’re still my big brother. And I hope we get to know each other all over again.”

Damian could only nod. She wasn’t the first person to say something along those lines. Asra had mentioned that his body didn’t make him the man he was, but his spirit did, and that had largely stayed the same. Julian had reassured him in his darkest moments, promising that any differences, any changes, were insignificantly small when compared to everything he had accomplished.

But a part of Damian, however distant, still struggled with the concept of who, exactly, he was. He was a magician… and even then it was odd at times to think of himself as anything but an apprentice. He was an alchemist… which was apparently something he had been before. He was apparently from Nopal, though he had very little concept for what that truly meant, and knew little about the culture of his apparent homeland. He was Oswald’s human, Asra’s chosen family, Nadia’s trusted magician, Portia’s annoying yet loving soon-to-be-brother. And now... he found he was Amara’s brother, too.

He wasn’t sure if he was ready to call himself that yet.

All these thoughts crossed his mind in a few seconds at most. But Amara seemed to know exactly what he was worried about. She slid her hand across the table, almost reaching for Damian but not quite daring to truly take his hand.

“There are some things that are different,” she admitted. “For one thing, you’re a little taller. It has been years now, so that makes sense…”

“It does,” said Damian with a hint of a smile. “But… what else?”

He didn’t dare ask it out loud. But there was a terrifying question behind that more simple one.

What else did I lose?

“Well… you were always really stubborn,” Amara said slowly. “It sounds like you still are.”

“Gloriously stubborn,” Julian agreed. “One of the many things I admire about him.”

It was Damian’s turn to become a flustered mess. Much to Oswald’s entertainment.

Amara smiled. “I can absolutely believe that. But… you seem more relaxed, too.”

“Relaxed?” Damian repeated. He was feeling a lot of things at the moment, but relaxation was not one of them.

“Mm-hmm,” Amara nodded. “I remember how much pressure you were under growing up. You took on a lot of responsibilities. And you carried them really well. But sometimes… sometimes it felt like you were carrying the world on your shoulders. And as far as I can tell, it feels like you don’t have to worry about that anymore. It’s nice to see, really. You have some space to breathe. And lots of people you can really count on. You were always pretty social, but… you have some really meaningful relationships now. People who take care of you, just like you’ve always taken care of them. It’s… well, it’s just nice, you know?”

Damian thought about that for a moment. He tried to picture the person that Amara described. A kid taking on the world out of sheer stubbornness… or perhaps for the same reasons that he had faced the Devil head-on. He did it for the sake of the people he cared about. He did it because those people, and the world they all shared, were so deeply important to him that he would never consider doing otherwise.

If he grew up with someone like Amara as a younger sister, he could see himself wanting to protect her. Wanting to take on whatever he could if it meant that she could pursue the things she loved.

As far as he could tell, she’d managed to do just that. She was clearly very happy with her shop. And she was a true artist. A lot of the little clay animals that Asra brought home from his trips to Nopal probably came from this very shop. It was a nice thought, at least.

Maybe he wasn’t a brother quite yet. Or maybe not anymore, if that was the right way to put it. But maybe, just maybe, he could start to be one again. This was a pretty good start.

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This was delightful! I love your headcanons, especially how they take Asra's personal perspective into account ^.^

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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Love how you explore their individual fears through their repeating nightmares - if you ever write about their LIs helping them through it I'd love to read that!!

Nightmare Realms

So originally, I was going to write a story about a nightmare held by one of the songbirds, but nothing ever seemed to work out quite right (may rework them and post them one day). But I really just wanted to get something out for @vesuviaweekly's Nightmare/Daydream prompt, so I am shortening this into a head cannon post because I have thought a lot about this since I was trying to write it. So, each of the Songbird’s has their own nightmare space which was partially formed by the Devil and partially by their own insecurities and trauma (and some magic). They each visited these places in the main story line, but I imagine when things get back the nightmares creep back in. Here is what imagine each of the realms to be like and the nightmares that inhabit there. Sorry if this is a little depressing but know that each of the Songbird overcomes it in the end.

Lark:

Lark’s insecurities often lie in the sadness that he tries to hide as well as being left alone so his nightmare is devoid of color. The room is entirely black and anything or anyone that enters often is stripped of their color and happiness. The one interesting thing about the room is that the floor is reflective, and a person’s reflection will show their true sorrows. For example, there was a moment where Muriel entered and his reflection showed him in his fighting armor. For Lark his reflection shows him with the plague sad and angry. Sometimes the reflections speak to the person, telling them it’s hopeless and to just give up. Spending long periods in the room and one will feel like actually giving up, to remain there sad and alone forever.

Sparrow:

Sparrow’s nightmare centers around her feeling of not being enough and wanting people in her life to stay with her. The place actually has changed a bit from before the plague where the original room was simply a room filled with fog that one could get seriously lost in. Sparrow would chase the ghost of her father into the mist, begging him to stay, but then end up getting lost. After the plague and meeting Julian, the scene changed to the one where Julian chooses to remain in the Acana realm rather than returning to life and Sparrow. The outcome is the same as Sparrow tries to chase after him but ends up getting lost in the mist. Like lark’s room there is an overwhelming voice trying to convince Sparrow that people don’t stay and that she should just give up.

Robin:

Robin’s nightmare is hardest to describe as Robin’s insecurities revolve around his missing past and his feelings of failure that he doesn’t understand. His nightmare takes place in the Lazaret as that is the time where everything from his former life collapsed. There no one else there just Robin who is confronted by the past that he doesn’t completely understand and the voice of everyone saying that it is his fault. He couldn’t save his mother nor protect his siblings, he couldn’t save Asra from the pain of breaking the connection between them and when things got so terrible he actually ran away to another world abandoning his home. Robin faces the consequences of his own past actions though it is hard to accept since some he had forgotten.

So that’s what’s been rolling around in my brain as of late. I am a little sad I couldn’t get it my ideas into writing, but it’s been nice to actually think about it a bit. Plus, I managed to get something out for @vesuviaweekly which I have been trying to get something together for.

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One thing I love about this blog is that when you reblog posts you leave little comments showing that you actually read them and not just blindly hogged reblogs. I think that is beautiful. I have seen other creators (no hate to them , everyone has a life) who run events /prompts blog just put a prompt and appear after a week to only reblog. No comment no nothing. It kind of feels robotic/ai generated blogs. But that is not the case with you!

Thank you so much!

I do genuinely enjoy reading/admiring whatever people create, it's such a showcase of talent and interpretation! I do feel bad for not always noticing new submissions right away, but I do my best ^.^

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Love seeing these prompts with OCs!!

VESUVIA WEEKLY PROMPT: things that changed.

etheri astranova remembers. she’s no longer on the run from place to place, desperately trying to find where she belongs, searching for she came from or why some things seemed so familiar. with all of the memories she retrieved, came the ones she’d lost long before those. with those long lost memories of her childhood, finally came peace. maybe things happened the way they did for a reason; she much prefers how life is now than what it could have been. in the end, she and julian always found their way back to each other, no matter the circumstances, and for that she knew she had destiny on her side.

magne morgasdóttir reconciled. after years in bitterness, yearning for what could have been and mourning a past so distant, she came to terms with it. muriel helped her a lot, just as she helped him; they weren’t so different after all (especially when the source of their problems stemmed from the very same person). things will never be the same, that doesn’t mean they can’t be better. magne can never forgive her brother for what he’s done, but that doesn’t mean she can’t forgive herself.

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Hii , do I have to tag the prompts that did not win but still inspired me to write with vesuvia weekly tag? I see a BUNCH of prompts that I find so interesting to explore with my mc and li but I am left confused as to whether i should tag them or not?

Hiya!

You're welcome to tag either way - and if there's ever a prompt that you'd like to come back, you can always send it in to be included again in the next vote! :D

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Love how you have their memories affect how they interpret their traits!!

So due to the nature of this weeks prompt being things that are the same and different I'll be focusing on each of my Mc's in general and when it comes to their relationship with Asra and Julian since their the only M6 to have cannon interaction with Mc pre-plague and I'm going to keep it like that for my Mc's.

With that said spoilers for Mc's past and why they have amnesia and a small glimpse into my Mc's relationship with Julian pre-plague.

Kyle;

One of the biggest difference between pre-plague and post-plague Kyle is his magic. Pre-plague Kyle had very strong air based magic, the element of freedom, creativity, connections, change and chaos. While Post-plague Kyle has more varied magic being stronger in earth and water based magic than he's ever been and gaining new skills with the fire element. Overall becoming a lot more balanced in his abilies.

Due to an event when Kyle was ten-years-old he gained a fear of fire. However, this wasn't that big of a fear being more nervous dealing with fire but overall covered by a curiosity and deep enjoyment for watching fire flickering in a fireplace. Post plague Kyle still finds fire interesting to watch. However, due to being burned alive even if he doesn't fully remember it has left it's scars. The most obvious being that his small fear has turned into a big fear but not quiet phobia. Where they can watch a candle burn or sit by a fire but the moment they have to cast fire or put something on the fire their tensing up and squinting their eyes.

Less obvious with change is how Kyle has more control over himself after his death. Not a lot it's not like he went from Lucio levels of hyper to Muriel level of calm but while Pre-Plague Kyle would find it harder to keep calm in a place around people with high energy and likewise getting more sleepy when around tired people. Finding it easy to pick up on and interact with peoples energies. While Post-plague Kyle is able to focus more on how he actually feels. Although he can still energize himself with the crowds energy if he needs to.

Kyle and Asra;

Right off the bat their relationship pre-plague was a bit complicated. They weren't an official couple but they almost acted so much like it that most people who didn't know them would assume they were dating. Due to this they never really had a time where they become a couple rather it happened so slowly that it just unofficially become a thing.

Pre-Plague Kyle was harder to read for Asra while both versions find Asra just as hard to understand. As this has little to do with their soul connection and more due to the fact Kyle dud things that didn't make as much sense. While most of these were small little things like flinching at large clouds or hissing like a cat. It could be excused if it wasn't for the fact Kyle almost always seemed to act with some sort of logic behind it.

Pre-Plague Kyle did not appreciate Asra sneaking up on them as it was quickly established as something they shouldn't do unless they wanted Kyle being annoyed at them. Yet Post-plague Kyle not only is fine with it but will typically jump before laughing and playfully joke about Asra giving him a heart attack.

Kyle and Julian;

They didn't really know each other very well with Kyle not studying under Julian for very long before moving to the lazaret where they felt they were more needed to look after the sick rather than feel useless running between doctors. Post plague they actually have more the chance to interact and to become closer.

Hunter;

Biggest change is their temperament. Hunter pre-plague was way more aggressive, willing to use their skills to take down any bully's in bars and taverns. While Post-plague Hunter is a lot more calm. While their not afraid to stand up for people their less likely to go out looking for trouble.

One word 'hate'. Pre-Plague Hunter has a lot of hate and anger at how they were raised being taught over and over that their a natural monster and that this is who they are since they were young. While not all of that is erased by their amnesia leaving a deep seeded anger they don't fully understand. However, Post-plague Hunter has more of the tools to be able to redirect that anger into something else.

Pre-Plague Hunter understood their anger and pain a lot more than Post-Plague Hunter knowing why they feel the way they do. Having a deeper understanding of who they are and why they are like the way they are. As Pre-plague Hunter sees themselves like a shattered glass only able to cut while Post-plague Hunter sees themselves more like a street dog, hurt and angry but not broken.

This also leads Hunter post-plague into being more kind to themselves and being in general more happy without their past holding them in a choke grip.

Hunter and Asra;

Pre-plague they weren't dating and while it could've happened with some more time. However, they didn't have more time. The biggest difference between pre and post plague Hunter when it came to boundaries. Being unable to speak or understand themselves meant that during the beginning their was a lot they both had to learn.

For example Hunter spent a lot of time at the magic shop before they met Asra. Being brought back to ground zero after being brought back to life. This had to do with physical touch and gifts. Although that isn't to say everything is worse post-plague quiet the opposite. As over time Hunter was able to accept touch and gifts more easily and even learn to seek out comfort when they need it rather than try and deal with it on their own like they used to.

Hunter and Julian;

Unlike with Kyle, Hunter spent a good amount of time amount of time with Julian. Only leaving after they caught the plague. Due to this when thinking of Hunter back then compared to now even Julian can tell Hunter is more passive. Which isn't to say much compared to most people yet this speaks volumes when it comes to how they interact with eachother.

Pre-plague Hunter had no deeper care for Julian or themselves outside doing their work and learning from them. Them having little care about themselves was something Julian could tell from their almost reckless behaviour at times. Even when they had the plague having to be told by someone else to leave before valdemar got their hands on them. Especially since they worked closely with valdemar.

Bluebell;

The biggest change is their nervousness. Pre-plague Bluebell is a lot more nervous and shy, wanting to be the background character in someone else story. If their ignored they won't be hurt. Yet Post-plague Bluebell is still quiet and soft-spoken. However, they are a lot more open to making new friends and being social.

Pre-plague Bluebell would rather be out of peoples eyes and yet Post-plague Bluebell finds themselves wanting to prove themselves as capable of looking after themselves.

Asra and Bluebell;

Honestly the biggest difference is it's easier for Asra to convince Post-plague Bluebell that they actually deserve to be happy. That theirs more you can have from life than just living.

Another difference is more around Bluebells own perspective. As pre-plague Bluebell had little to prove and even less to lose while post-plague Bluebell both feels like they need to prove to Asra that they can look after themselves even before they actually could. (While this could easily be hand waved as Bluebell not liking feeling vulnerable due to what happened to them during their vulnerable times in their life as a young child. However, it can go deeper than that back to going from babied and abused to free but having to be fully self reliant or die trying.)

Julian and Bluebell;

To be honest their in a more similar boat with Kyle not having a lot of connection to Julian. However, breaking cannon a little because Bluebell breaks cannon a little having wings, tail and ear feathers Julian did know they went to the lazaret. Having actually been the one to convince them they shouldn't hang around valdemar incase they found out Bluebell had the plague. What's more curios than a normal human? one with wings and a tail.

Despite that most of their interactions were bref and quick. With Bluebell not really enjoying speaking and once again wanting to be background character more than anything and Julian being drowned in work.

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