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hi, how are you? first of all, i gotta say that i really like your eloriel fic,its so cute and he deserves all the love in the world (i just discovered u have an asra fic too so imma about to read that one now). i also wanted to ask you if you have arcana fic recomendations, i would really apreciate that. thank youu

heyy sorry I have no idea how old this is, i’ve been mostly using mobile and sometimes I don’t see the asks come in!!

first of all, tysm, yes he does indeed deserve all the love in the world?? hopefully you also liked the asra one!

in terms of fic recs, if you haven’t please please please check out @dinoswrites‘s Clothed in Light fic, it’s my absolute favourite out there at the moment like if you thought my unplanned romance was good wait til you read this masterpiece. It’s Asra x MC x Muriel and its slow burn is *chef’s kiss* if absolute torture.

obvi anything on @cedarmoons‘s blog is exquisite, and as a bonus if you check her rec tag it’s sure to have some really beautiful gems. 

I honestly don’t have much more to tell you though because I haven’t been reading fics as much lately, but those are v solid x

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*sobs* i just want a muriel x oc longfic that’s not driven by sexual themes and instead gives muriel the love and intimacy he deserves is that so much to ask,, i just need that sweet sweet loving muriel juice please i am parched

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*taps mic* sending anon hate to blogs that make lucio content because you think that his fictional character is irredeemable only makes you an irl jackass and makes you automatically lose any semblance of moral high ground in the discourse

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*slides this in before the end of merMay*

I wanted to do some disney style Mer-Satrinava Sisters bc their designs are so beautiful

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Holy hell way too real

*starts tagging every fucking writer I know sksksks*

@collective-laugh @vesuviass @moon-hermit @dvsharpie

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this fandom is 94% horny, 76% feral, and .2% tender i swear to god

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tahani from the good place is the lost satrinava sister

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So I have this theory about where Muriel’s route is headed

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What do you mean that’s not how it went

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MC: dates the guy who stole their body

Asra, the person who gave MC half his heart to bring them back to life:

so we’re getting a lucio route soon

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writing a story and then wishing you could erase your memories of it so you could read it as if experiencing it for the first time bc you’re starved for content is like, the most bizarrely writer-specific feeling ever

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Ooh that would explain why the Heart of the Forest is only just becoming a thing in his route! I just wonder what the Devil would get out of this deal, but it’s a rlly interesting theory tbh

I used to think muriel’s reversed ending might as well be the same thing that happens in asra’s reversed ending, i.e. him getting left behind with no way to get back to them. 

The more I think about it though, the more that doesn’t feel right. The reversed endings happen when their worst impulses are indulged. Muriel’s worst impulse is isolating himself. 

I think his reversed ending would be him choosing to be forgotten, fully and truly this time. Choosing to have MC forget him. Choosing to have Asra forget him. Him finally fully convincing himself he doesn’t deserve their affection, convincing himself the only way he can save them is to have them forget all about him. That they’re better off without him. Him not understanding they need him just as much as he needs them, and severing himself from society in the most final way. Him… becoming the Hermit.

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just uploaded three new chapters! 

Sunlight

Hey y’all I’m finally pulling the trigger on posting the first chapters of my asra x oc story I’ve been working on like a madwoman. Chapters 1-3 are up on ao3 live as we speak x 

Rating: M

Moments before Asra sees her for the first time, the rain stops abruptly, and the clouds part to let faint rays of sunshine illuminate the streets of Vesuvia. He’s been hiding out from the rain with the baker, and he bids him goodbye before stepping out to roam the empty marketplace. It’s eerie, how quiet it is when no one else is around. The loudest sound is that of droplets of rain dripping from the stall awnings, the sunlight refracting in them and casting the tiniest of rainbows. Faust peeks her head out of his satchel, but gives him no sign she wants to get out of it.

It’s hotter and still humid by the time he hears it. A faint melody, notes clear and sharp, is escaping from an open window, somewhere. He can’t help but think it’s uncanny how the tune somehow sounds precisely like sunlight after the rain. Intrigued, he follows the sound, having to stop sometimes because his footsteps are louder than the song.

His eyebrows shoot up when he realizes he knows the place from where the music is drifting. It’s a hole in the wall of a shop, a narrow wooden sign bearing a single word above the door: Atelier . He remembers it from so many years ago, when his mother used to send him there with a small pouch of gold coin and a precise order of fabrics scribbled onto a piece of parchment. He hasn’t set foot in there since his parents went missing, doesn’t think he’s even noticed it as far back as he can remember. The memory of his mother stirs something odd in the pit of his stomach, a gut feeling that urges him to enter the store.

Its door is open already, but the shop appears to be empty. The melody, clear as water now, fills the narrow room around him, bouncing off the walls lined with rolls of fabric. A long counter lines the wall to his right, strewn with flyaway papers and open books, as well as a generous amount of miscellaneous thread spools. At the back of the room, a spiral stairway leads to another floor, right next to a door frame lined with a bead curtain. However, it’s the scent that is most striking. Outside, he wouldn’t have been able to remember the delicate blend of lemon, rose and lavender that perfumes the shop. Inside, it’s hard to fathom he ever forgot it.

As he contemplates his surroundings, filled with nostalgia by this place that has barely changed in all those years, he doesn’t notice that the music dies down. He only does when he picks out a faint humming, coming from behind the beaded curtain. So the shop is not entirely empty, he realizes. He wonders how he should make his presence known, hesitates as he tries to remember what the woman who owned the shop looked like back then. He ends up not having the time to pick.

The beads rustle gently as she pushes them aside, still humming. She is startled into a gasp when she sees him standing there.

Keep reading on AO3

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this is the best kind of highjacking are you kidding me don’t you apologize for feeding me some primo angst!!

I used to think muriel’s reversed ending might as well be the same thing that happens in asra’s reversed ending, i.e. him getting left behind with no way to get back to them. 

The more I think about it though, the more that doesn’t feel right. The reversed endings happen when their worst impulses are indulged. Muriel’s worst impulse is isolating himself. 

I think his reversed ending would be him choosing to be forgotten, fully and truly this time. Choosing to have MC forget him. Choosing to have Asra forget him. Him finally fully convincing himself he doesn’t deserve their affection, convincing himself the only way he can save them is to have them forget all about him. That they’re better off without him. Him not understanding they need him just as much as he needs them, and severing himself from society in the most final way. Him… becoming the Hermit.

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Aaah thank you so much!! 💕

fic update!

Uploaded the backstory of elora and muriel meeting before the plague + two brand new chapters to tender offerings on ao3, consider checking out if you’re in a loving muriel kind of mood!

Teaser: 

They walk together, slowly and in silence. She doesn’t let go of his hand, and her heart stammers when he starts rubbing his thumb gently down the back of her hand. She wouldn’t know how to call it, whatever it is they share. It’s special, too special for any words she knows of. Above them, the sky is turning a soft pink as the first light of sunrise appears on the horizon. Without meaning to, she leads them to a circular clearing where a tall willow tree stands, the edge of the clearing delimited by a bed of daisies.

She looks up to gage his expression; he’s hard to read as ever, but at least he doesn’t seem stressed.

“What’s on your mind?” she asks him. A flush creeps up his neck. 

“I…” he starts, and swallows, “I miss you all the time, I think.”

Her breath catches in her throat. Have his eyes ever been so soft as they are now, peering down at her? Feeling a burst of affection, she lifts to her toes and plants a soft kiss on his shoulder, brushing aside the cape. When she looks back up at him, he’s flushed red. There’s also a new flame to his gaze, dull but still burning.

Keep reading on AO3

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Quick PSA

So I see a lot of people throwing shade at The Arcana devs and I’m just…

Y'all are little shits. They put out Muriel’s route and you guys bitch about Lucio and Portia. They say they’ll update routes differently and you bitch about that. They’re also reworking some of the stuff.

Yes, there’s four of them but they have private lives too, other worries and problems than just the game. Stop whining and have some patience. God, just stop acting like privileged brats.

You’ll get your routes.

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“You said you’d ravish me, doctor. I believe I’m owed.”