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“Unfortunately, I have,” Julian rolls his eyes slightly at the remark before continuing, “Oh, it’s likely one of Asra’s various mixes, though I never know the names.” 

Darjeerling, dragon pearls, chai were some of the ones he knew off the top of his head–though actually telling them apart by flavor was a task he was not up to. It was a bit mesmerizing to watch as Julian swirled it around idly before taking yet another sip.

“Stop sniffing your drinks and enjoy the fancy leaf water before it gets too cold for your tastes. It’s good for the heart, supposedly.”

♚ɢᴏʟᴅ & ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ♚→ ❝Fancy leaf water? Pfft. Jules, you’re making it sound worse than it actually is,❞ the count huffed before taking a swig of the tea without realizing it was still hot, of course. It was everything he could do from immediately spitting it out, but admittedly, he has had worse; though for a good minute he was in a state of ‘this is too hot but I have to deal with it anyway’ or else it might get on his clothes. Nobody wants to smell like tea--at least Lucio didn’t; his cologne was overpowering enough as it was. 

❝At least it doesn’t taste as weird as it smells. I still don’t get why it’s such a big deal, though,❞ Lucio was more of a red wine kind of guy rather than a tea drinker. He knew Nadia and Asra enjoyed it, but it always seemed so...mundane. Too sophisticated and tame for him; why call it a ‘tea party’ when there was no party to be had? Then again, this wasn’t the worst thing Julian convinced him to try--those salty bitters are a story on their own. Although, with salty bitters in mind, Lucio was now suspicious of the tea given that Julian was drinking it. Well, now he knew who to blame if he dies. 

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Some of you. Very embarrassing. Unlike me who is sexy

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Artist aesthetics

Bold what applies to your character!

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THE WRITER.

messy notebooks, messy desks. messy head. scribbling all over their arms. night owl. never being able to finish a project. losing too many ideas due to forgetfulness. passionate about everything. know-it-all. not knowing their own limits. trying to make flowers bloom, even during heavy storms.

THE POET.

quiet. visual mind. head filled with ideas. struggling to find the right words. not being productive for three months and then writing six poems in an hour. reading the entire dictionary several times. noticing little details that no one else does. laughing quietly.wishing to be enough, someday.

THE PAINTER.

failing at consistency. having paint all over their face, clothes, and desks. spending more money on art supplies than on anything else. notebooks filled with doodles, tears, and flowers. radiating sunshine. heavy mood swings. supporting, and being supported.

THE PERFORMER.

loud. not hesitating to speak up, for themselves, for others. trying to see the good in everything.rain, and the smell before rain. drinking more coffee than their body can handle. reading every book at once. laughing and crying at the same time. being honest. the helping hand everyone needs.

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“Don’t you want to be alive before you die?” - Anthony Doerr, All the Light We Cannot See

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“I can’t hold enough of you in my hands.”

— Franz Kafka (via quotemadness)

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Count Lucio and the MC / Apprentice, Nadir, in the palace gardens. 

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Palace Garden background belongs to The Arcana game / Nix Hydra. 

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Lyntel just snorts at Lucio’s wink, giving him one back. “I’m glad, sugar. It would be a bit odd if you didn’t and I stayed here.” They were easily able to match Lucio’s energy, happily content with the current banter. Sharp teeth smiled at him. “Well, there’s plenty, but I can over look them,” they tease. 

A soft thumb runs over the bandages on Lucio’s hand. “Good. I’ll be checking on it later to make sure you do.” They lean back, resting on their other hand. “Well, I can’t exactly get drunk, sugar. I would easily drink you under the table. So drinking isn’t exactly a fun option for me. What types of games were you thinking about? Dancing is also fun.” 

♚ɢᴏʟᴅ & ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ♚→ Smiling rather serenely, Lucio could not help but feel unbelievably comfortable when he was around Lyntel; was it their energy? They’re kindness? Perhaps the way they looked at him? He couldn’t put his finger on it, but the stress of getting bitten was long gone by now. Really, all of it was. ❝You’re more than welcome to check on me anytime, Lyn,❞ he said smoothly with his usual level of bravado but on a much quieter scale. After all, that commanding voice gets a little tiring after a while. Even Lucio, of all people, needs a break. 

Truth to be told, Lucio could not see many active flaws in Lyntel other than they’re familiar bitting him which was only a small setback. Then again, he did have rose colored glasses on when around them. Never, not once, did they treat him like garbage--how could they have any flaws? Perhaps he overlooked them as much as they did, much like he does a lot with himself. 

❝Well, I wouldn’t want to do anything that won’t be any fun for you, so lets see here...❞ he takes a moment to think, only a couple seconds really, ❝we could dress some of the guards as animals and send them into the maze and see which one of us catches them first. Or pull pranks on the courtiers. One time, I found this weird bug while out hunting and I put it in Valerius’s glass--❞ Lucio stops himself to look back over to Lyn, his cheeks then flusters pink, ❝Oh uh...Nevermind that, it’s not that great a story. Where was I? Games. Right. We could play catch with Mercedes and Melchior. Whatever you wanna do, babe.❞ He smiles brightly at them, ignoring the tale that resulted in one very disgruntled consul. 

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CHARACTER   STUDY   /   SENSES

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𝑺𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻.   small  towns.   big  cities. six  thirty  curfews. lights  that  take  the  place  of  stars.   blanket  nests.  light  through  blinds  as  a  wake  up  call. found  family.   finding  a  single  star  in  the  middle  of  the  city.   window  shopping.   watching  something  terrible   &    enjoying  it.   growing  numb  to  the  sight  of  injustice.   wilted  flowers.  faded  caricatures.   bright ,  bold  colors.

𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑮.   crickets    &    lightning  bugs.   car  engines   &    ac  units. a  phone  call  to  mom  or  dad.  laughing  with  friends.  jokes  that  are  so  bad  you  have  to  laugh. the  clicking  of computer  keys.   noise  cancelling  headphones.  the  sound  of  silence. muffled  music  from  another  room.  drumming  fingertips  on  a  table.   clicking  of  pens.   listening  to  a  clock  and  swearing  the  ticks  get  slower. ringing  in  the  ears.  the  voice  of  someone  you  love.   pitch  shifted  songs.

𝑻𝑶𝑼𝑪𝑯.   being  held  close  during  a  long  night. fleeting  reassurances . holding  hands  when  you’re  scared.   brushing  fingers  through  strands  of  hair.   freshly  dried  clothes.  bruises  on  your  knuckles.  silk    &    satin.   your  favorite  pet’s  fur  or  feathers.  wringing  your  hands  anxiously .  snuggles. comforters  in  the  dead  of  winter.  nails  against  skin.    cold  metal.    leather  in  summer.

𝑻𝑨𝑺𝑻𝑬.   coffee  in  the  morning.   tea  in  the  evening.  bubblegum  that  lost  its  flavor.  alcohol  burning  the  back  of  your  throat.  homemade  cooking, no  matter  what’s  made.   blood  in  your  mouth.  stale  air.   menthol.  fresh  vegetables. the  first  meal  you  cook  by  yourself  that  tastes  good.   foreign  sweets.  fast  food. bittersweet.  sour.    spicy.   sweet.   bitter.   too  much  salt  on  fries.

𝑺𝑴𝑬𝑳𝑳.   morning  glories    &    honeysuckles.   freshly  cut  grass.   hot  chocolate  in  the  middle  of  winter.   nail  polish.   acetone.   hospital  rooms.  smoke. hairspray.   your  favorite  shampoo  or  conditioner.   the  scent  of  home.   perfume.   cologne.   something  burning.   wet  dogs.   copper.   metal. unemptied  ash  trays.   something  familiar  yet  different.

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TAGGING: @ the beautiful person reading this (yes you!)

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Oh boy am I behind.

What’s poppin’ my guys, gals, and nonbinary pals? Life kinda smacked me in the face yet again (in a Denny’s parking lot no less, and I had no knife. Send help). Not gonna lie, I wrote up basically an entire update on what’s been going on but I hit the wrong button because I’m still getting used to this new laptop. Press f to pay respects. So, basically my health sort of got worse on the opposite side of the spectrum and now I have to be more careful, which means more change in my routine. One thing after another with finding job, deciding if I want to go to college, family adjusting to my conditions, etc. has sort of kept me from the Arcana so I am not caught up and speaking of not being caught up...

I am

so

sorry 

for making you wonderful people wait ;~;

Everyone has been so sweet and understanding to me which I appreciate to all get out, like??? I have mad respect for ya’ll. But I’m one of those “if I say imma do it, then imma do it” kind of peeps and I haven’t logged on in ten thousand years which I’m not gonna lie...its bothered me. It shouldn’t because I have been staying away for my own personal health/irl life issues, but its been really bothering me lately. I don’t want anyone to think I’m dead (whether if I feel like I am or not), I just want you all to know I’m okay, stressed, but okay and I have NOT abandoned this blog.I do intend on keeping all threads (including ones discussed but not yet written yet) and I am of course open to new ones, but before I dive back in I need:

To catch up on the Arcana/make new icons because holy shit the devs have blessed us omg

get my health situated to a manageable level

get my drivers license (which has been something I’ve been putting off and really shouldn’t. I will call myself out for this). & job.

My nose has been like...9 inches deep into my art and nothing else as a coping mechanism recently and I did make a ko-fi and various other social media accounts for my art (if you wish to see what I’ve been up to recently). Its cool if not, I just thought it would be a dope way I can still interact/stay in touch with some of you even if I haven’t the strength to Goat™️ (also I make arcana fanart, of course. I don’t have much posted but ohhhhh boy will I draw some goat that will inevitably be shared here). Feel free to message me if you want those social media links to my art accounts or my personal here on tumblr where I post it as well. I will most likely respond over there a million times faster. 

Thank you all for being so kind, understanding, sweet, and considerate in these trying times. It literally means the world to me and makes me all warm and fuzzy inside.  I hope you all are doing great and I will get more active on here at some point (I swear!). 🌹 🐐 🌹 

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Small updates!

Right now I’m in the process of putting my very late and much needed responses into my drafts. I do intend on keeping all of them (and I’m still open to new ones! Always am, fam!) but I suspect its going to take me a while to get to every single one right away. I have my graduation practice tomorrow and, uh, it might be an eventful day--pls pray for me. 

Also, I’m going to be updating some of Lucio’s bio and possibly making some changes here and there over the course of the week. Especially with creating verses and actually tagging them, for once xD. Though, being that I am in a small stress induced fever I’m not sure how much I’m going to be able to get done. 

But thanks everyone for being so sweet and understanding! I’m so happy to be back and talking to you guys again!! 🐐🌹 

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My demons and I are a packaged deal, my heart even comes with a custom seal.

(via forever-deep-in-thought)

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There had to be many ways to deal with the demands of a ghost that she wasn’t aware of. Thousands even, more by the minute. Yet, when it came to one who insisted like a child on something she couldn’t give (neither wanted to, or knew how in the first place) the apprentice made use of a legendary method that was proven successful between siblings of any age and against any who had ever tried to tell her what to do.

Yes, that’s how she had ended up dancing around waiting for him to get tired. Simply spinning, playing with her skirt. Not engaging in the discussion until a single huff came as the sign she had been waiting for, and finally turned to him with a teasing smile on her tinted lips.

“Now, that’s better. Think we can talk now then? I think we actually have another… four hours until the sun is up? I mean, would love to stay more, but Nadia would ask what I’m doing then and… yeah, probably not our best option here.” Especially after hearing how she referred to her former husband. Not like it was her business after knowing her for a day, but still relevant information for this case in her opinion.

“So… despite your new appearance you told me that you are that Count who owned this place a couple of years before, right? But- then again, everyone said that you died in a fire, so why don’t you tell me what kind of relation there is between that and your claim that this body is… yours? And how could it even be yours by the way? It certainly looks like me and I’M NOTHING like those portraits in the halls, am I?”

He looked like he could use some help after all. A thought that she considered an improvement after the impulse she had to kill him a day ago after the scare he gave her, but… yeah, an improvement in the end.

♚ɢᴏʟᴅ & ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ♚→ She was asking the real questions and Lucio had a hard time trying to come up with the answers. He knew that she was going around the palace with the body that the Devil had promised him before he burst into flames; he was unsure as to whose fault it was that he was...roasted, so to speak, but he was honestly too frustrated to care. Admittedly, though, it would be wrong to blame her fully for his frustrations and struggles. She did not seem to know any more than he could put into words, so maybe it really was not her fault. Still, he was crabby, nonetheless.

With a sigh, he nodded. ❝Sure. Fine. We can talk,❞ he huffed. Being a goat with only one arm made it difficult to cross them, which was something he would have normally done before in his irritated state---it was not like he could simply set her on fire, either. She was going to help him after all.

❝Well, you know magic, right? Obviously you don’t look like me because of that,❞ which was the simplest explanation he could muster with the given circumstance and having little knowledge as to why this all went wrong to begin with. Internally, he assumed her to be playing dumb with him despite her choosing to help him: two completely different sides of the coin. ❝And, by the way, I’m not dead. Did my wife tell you I died? Ugh, Noddy needs to get her facts straight, I swear...❞ With a long sigh, Lucio made a quick, dramatic flourish with his goat hand and began to somewhat explain his side of the story a little bit more: ❝I was having a grand time at my birthday party after getting my new body, that I rightfully bargained for, but because someone had interrupted it I lost it! That somebody being you.❞

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In truth, she had no idea what she could offer that he seemed so keen on getting. It it was what she assumed, she had to scoff at that - just as she was so under-dressed for a ball, she was ill-equipped (and unwilling - mostly) to satisfy someone who seemed so… er, worldly. But she wasn’t going to think about that - instead, she would think of a way to fully take advantage of it later, like giving him her empty wine glass to fill. “Uh-huh. Well - I do have manners, so… thank you. For everything you seem to be doing for me tonight.” She couldn’t look at him as she said it - whether she was uncomfortable with the thanks in general, or saying that to him specifically, who could say?

She pressed herself to his side instinctively as he pulled her along through the palace, ducking her head and curling up her free arm in an effort to shrink in on herself. She didn’t want to be seen on the arm of the count - what would people think? What would people do? Fuck, why did she care so much? She merely nodded and “mm-hmmed” along to what he said, even though she wasn’t fully paying attention.

When they finally got away from the throng, Rynnell slumped against the nearest wall, taking her mask off to try to cool her overheated face. “Gimmie a moment.” She ran a hand trough her hair, regaining her bearings - her anxiety wasn’t helped by the fact that she was near unraveling in front of him, of all people, but his words gave her a reason to refocus. Truly, if anyone was going to judge what just occurred, that would be all the more reason to screw with them, no? She straightened her posture with a smirk, holding hand out in front of her while she curved her fingers in towards her palm. A dark, inky wisp of smoke puffed up from nothing, pulsating in the air for a moment before dissipating. “I’m rather adept at curses. Got someone in mind you want to silence - literally?”

♚ɢᴏʟᴅ & ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ♚→ While Lucio did flirt with her in well...the most provocative way possible and did hint at what she inherently assumed, how she may take advantage of his words did not exactly come across his pea brain, to say the least. Of course, he was not going to simply stop rushing into things without putting some kind of thought into it---sometimes he would be in a good situation, and other times...not so much. ❝You’re welcome,❞ he gave a smug smile. Perhaps if he had any knowledge of manners on his own, he would have pointed out that pushing past people the way she did earlier was the definition of rude; though not knowing any better himself it was simply brushed off. 

Of course, Lucio didn’t even notice that Rynnell was not fully paying attention to his blabbering due to her sounds of acknowledgement that was rarely ever a factor in most conversation; most of the people in the palace (minus the servants) don’t bother wasting their breath anymore. Perhaps at this point, Lucio soaked in what little attention that was given to him and which was, quite frankly, more of a need than a want. 

As much of an attention hog as the opulent Count was, there was relief to be had when the pair had managed to get past all of the party-goers. Lucio was overall a little less engaged at this point until the magician had removed her mask, becoming more intrigued to see the dark smoke appear then dissipate from her fingertips. ❝Curses you say?❞ His smile was riddled with mischief. This new information gave way to more possibilities and awful, awful ideas. ❝I’ve got a laundry list. I think the only real question here is: where should we start?❞ Surprisingly, he knows what a laundry list is considering he’s never done laundry once in his life.