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dreamyarcana · 8 years ago

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Winter Memories

o h my god someone smaSH a freaking stop sign to my face next time i think of ever doing something like this again, i say as i already have an idea for next time.

in all seriousness, I really, really hope you guys like this (even if it doesn’t feature your apprentice) because i put a lot of effort into this piece that’s a WHOPPING 2,150 words, aka more than I normally would >.> im so lazy, have you met me?

i had an idea of doing a multi-apprentice fanfic for awhile now, and it turned into this. I don’t know how this would actually work in canon, and it’s more like kind of an au style where multiple apprentices kind of exist in the same ‘realm.’ how they got there and whatnot, is completely up to the reader’s imagination! to the owners of the apprentices, let me know if i need to fix anything, me making a mistake? more likely than you think

I have intentions of making a part 2 because there’s a few apprentices that I’d like to write for, so if I’ve already talked/asked you about that, don’t worry if they’re not in this one~

I hope you and enjoy and if you actually read to the end, I’ll love you forever because it i s l o ng XD

featuring (in order of appearance): Darcy [ @murielswife ], Avohkii [ @nadias-bitch ], Aveana [ @devoraakss ], Wren [ @asra-memelord ], Uma [ @julianandgems ], and Isla [ my own ]

The first thing Muriel woke up to was coughing in the middle of the night. Non-stop, soprano pitched coughing beside him. Darcy’s small body shook delicately as she gasped for breath.

“Darcy…” Muriel murmured, worried. He pressed his hand to he forehead lightly, and could feel the heat radiating like she was the sun. The former gladiator slipped out of bed carefully as not to wake his sick magician. He fetched a damp cloth as well as some water.

“Darcy, wake up,” he gently tapped her shoulder. Her eyes fluttered open, and an expression of confusion crossed her face.

“Is something wrong, Muriel?” Her voice sounded weak and sleepy. He nodded stoically.

“You’re extremely hot.”

“W-what?” Darcy could feel a blush rising in her cheeks. “...thank you?”

“As in temperature. You’re always beautiful, though.” Muriel reassured her with a kiss on her cheek.

“I love you, darling,” Darcy’s voice was musical to Muriel, even when sick.

“I love you, too.”

“What time is it? I think we’re suppose to head over to Asra’s later to see him and Is - she yawned, her pink lips making a round O - Isla.”

“I’ll make sure to let them know you’re sick when you’re back asleep.”

“Muuuuuurieellll,” she whined playfully.

“You need rest.”

“Okay, fine…” Darcy felt too exhausted to argue. Her smooth, small hands took one of Muriel’s rough, massive hands; she daintily placed it over her heart. Darcy curled up close beside him, the side of her flushed face pressed against his slow moving chest. Muriel waited until her breathing was steady before slithering out of bed to brew some soup and inform Asra.

When he returned by her side, all Muriel could think of was how lucky he was to have such a sweet and gorgeous magician that loved him. He dearly hoped she would feel better soon and swore to himself he’d take care of her until she did.

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The early morning rays peeked through tentatively through the window as a thoughtful Avohkii dressed in the dim light. They felt as if their mind hadn't quite settled down that night - like it was a running, nonstop buzzing hum in the quiet air despite the fact they were surrounded by luxury at the palace.

However, Avohkii had an idea that previous night to surprise their cherished Countess. Walking down quietly to the palace kitchens, Avohkii’s mind remained pensive, with ideas before they settled down to work.

In the palace kitchens, there were pots and pans of every size, more spices than they could ever name, and an abundant amount of handheld tools from potato peelers to whisks to spatulas. It took them quite a bit to locate the ingredients required, but Avohkii was thrilled to be using such fine flour and sugar.

Even though they weren’t a professional chef, Avohkii enjoyed baking; they figured they could at least show the gratitude for everything their Countess had done for them.

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The sweet aroma of the cookies wafted up to where Nadia was approaching curiously. The servants told her the most recently employed magician was currently doing something of interest in the kitchens. Avohkii glanced behind when he heard light footsteps approaching them; a gratifying, shy smile crossed their face their features. Her magenta eyes glimmering in amusement and happiness, Nadia returned the gesture. Reaching for their hands, she moved closer.

At that moment, the timer went off, signaling to take out the second batch of cookies. Avohkii held up a finger, telling Nadia to wait a second while he took the sheet out of the oven. Inhaling the delectable scent in amazement, Nadia watched the baker with great interest and admiration. With much joy, Avohkii fetched a cookie from the cooling rack and handed it to Nadia. She bit into it thoughtfully.

“This is absolutely palatable and most pleasing to my tastebuds,” she complimented. Beaming, Avohkii stepped closer to Nadia, who then added softly, “Avohkii, you...have some frosting on your lips. May I help you get it off?”

They nodded as Nadia moved in, softly biting their lip and wrapping her arms around them, allowing both of them to lose themselves in each other.

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In another part of The Palace, another magician was busy at work. Aveana had been out in the early cold morning, attempting to accomplish things. Of course, Lucio, found a way to impede her efforts.

“Come with me, you look chilled,” Lucio slyly murmured in Aveana’s ear from behind her. She jumped slightly in surprise and turned, her large eyes meeting his. He stood arrogantly and with a smirk, his arms crossed confidently in the palace hallway.

“But, Nadia’s around,” she said, her voice low and worried.

“Do you really think I’d let her catch us together?” he scoffed superciliously, raising his eyebrows. She huffed and glanced down.

“Do you even know where she is?”

“Yes. She’s currently with Avohkii right now,” he replied, as if she should know this bit of information.

Ah, yes. Another magician Nadia had insisted on bringing to the Palace. She had long since grown a liking to him since, which gave Aveana and Lucio more chances to have secret rendezvous meetings.

Aveana rolled her eyes at the Count.

“Now, do you think we’ll get caught?”

“...no,” she muttered.

“Exactly. Come with me.”

Lucio guided the magician through the festively decorated hallways to his bathing quarters. Raising her eyebrows in silence, she followed as he held the door for her, and then locked it.

Aveana had seen most parts of the Palace, but Lucio’s private bathing chambers was an area where the majority of people weren't allowed. Like the rest of the place, it had small holiday decor around. She could see her own reflection along with the fairy lights in the shiny floor, if she really squinted.

“Aveana,” Lucio’s voice was soft and inviting, in contrast to his usual demeanor. “There's only one thing I need this Christmas...and it's you.”

“...Lucio…”

Lucio’s golden arm wrapped around Aveana, drawing her closer to The Count.

“You're shivering, still. What ridiculous this did you do now, take a nap outside in the snow at dawn?”

“You're hilarious.” she answered sarcastically. “I was out getting supplies earlier, before the rush.”

“Clearly didn't dress warm enough,” snorted Lucio. “Perhaps I can help out warming you up.”

Aveana bit her lip as Lucio moved to slip off her clothes.

“...I'd like that.”

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Wren felt tired and slightly put out. The previous week had been tiring as they had been required to meet with Valerius and the other members of the Court, much to their dismay. Additionally, to add to the exhaustion, Wren had used the extent of their rune magic in attempt to extract the falseness and lies as well as achievement spiritual strength. Portia had done her best to ease Wren through it with tea and small pastries, giving them a sympathetic smile.

Day after day, Wren found themselves spending more and more time with the inquisitive handmaiden. Her good nature and cheerfulness seemed to rub off onto Wren frequently - they found themselves to be more optimistic and determined because of her. Of course, between both's habit of snooping, the two bonded quicker than either normally would.

This particular day, the sky was a rare blue and snow twinkled invitingly outside. It was impossible for Wren not to be near the windows to see the day stretch across the horizon like a painting.

“Hey, Wren!” Wren glanced up to see Portia dashing towards them energetically. “Would you like to come with me to go sledding outside for a bit?”

“Sledding?” Wren asked, unsure what it was.

“Yep,” confirmed Portia, “It’s sort of complicated to explain, but you’ll see it was.”

Out of mere curiosity, Wren put on their winter wear and then followed her outside, unsure of what to expect. Sledding, apparently, was hopping on a board and riding down the snow on the ground, usually on a hill. Portia showed them the first time round how to and with encouragement, Wren tentatively got on with her and went down the next hundred times or so.

The magician enjoyed the rushing of air on their cheeks and through their hair, and couldn’t help but flush slightly when he held onto the handmaiden for balance.

Later, both returned, red nosed, flushed, and delighted with the day’s events. Portia gave a smile and a wave before disappearing to finish the day’s duties. Wren didn't mind; it give them a chance to reflect over that afternoon.

Privately, they wished they could save those memories to keep forever and ever.

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“Here we are,” Uma announced happily, glancing up at the doctor. Today, she had treated him to a special place she had always treasured.

“It’s...beautiful,” Julian murmured, his eyes glancing around at the magnificent sight. Icicles hung like lights from tree branches which were covered in heavenly white snow. The muted sunlight reflected off the crystalline lake and caused the snow around to almost shimmer and shine. Privately admiring it, the doctor leaned down gently touched the frozen lake. Uma strolled over to a nearby bench and dusted the white powdery snow off of it, before setting her bag down. She slipped on the smaller pair of ice skates she had brought with her.

“It reminds me of The Palace.” she noted thoughtfully. “The frozen lake has the same elegance and refined manner to it.”

“Does it?”

“It reminds me of others magicians I’ve met at the Palace, previously. Some of them were shy and quiet, but you could tell they had so many thoughts and ideas running through mind always.” Uma’s tone was hard to decipher - there were traces of melancholy and a reflective nature buried in it; nevertheless, she shook her head and gave the doctor a bright smile afterwards. “Anyways, come with me on the ice.”

Julian’s eyes widened. “Is it... safe?”

“You would know more than I, Doctor.” Uma giggled. “Kidding, it’s safe. You can tell by the way it’s frozen.” She pushed off of Julian, skating a graceful circle before returning to him. The doctor slipped on the bigger pair she had left for him before cautiously approaching her.

Meanwhile, Uma had skated around the lake, gaining speed before slowing down to help Julian, who promptly fell on his butt, onto the ice.

“We’ll go slow,” she promised with a light laugh. And so they did together, just like they were dancing. The doctor suspecting she might be using a tad bit of her magic to help him, but it was much appreciated.

Once he had gotten the hang of it, Julian felt like he was flying - flying with his one and only, Uma.

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Back at the shop, Isla was humming a sweet lullaby as she she always did when Asra slept on her lap like always. Her fingers weaved mindlessly in and out of his soft hair; she observed each breath the magician took as he napped quietly. The fireplace crackled in the background comfortingly as night fell outside.

She glanced outside, wondering what could’ve happened if she had chosen differently in the past. Shaking her head at herself, she pursued her lips. No, she has definitely chosen right. Glancing down, she beamed at the fluffy bundle of a lover she had.

“I love holding you like this.”

He opened one eye.

“I love it, too.”

Had she said that out loud? She glanced away bashfully.

“Ah, embarrassed? No need to be, Isla.”

“I'm not embarrassed,” she protested. Chuckling, Asra took her hand gently feeling the smooth skin; Isla leaned down to kiss his hand.

“Where do you hide your wings, hm?” Asra asked, his eyes glimmering in amusement. Firelight was reflected within his magenta eyes, and his lips were slightly parted. As she brushed his forehead, Isla’s features revealed confusion.

“My...what?”

“Your angel wings.”

“...Asra.”

“I'm serious.” He smiled up at her face teasingly, reaching up to touch her red cheek.

“Asra, you always make me blush so much.” Isla giggled, flushing. She bit her lip, batting her eyes playfully. “Am I allowed to kiss you?”

“Mm, I don't know. You might be violating the laws of angels.”

“Perhaps you should punish me.”

Asra’s expression changed into a rare one of neediness. “Perhaps I should, Isla.” He sat up and pulled her closer, his arms wrapping around her waist. Kissing her collarbone delicately, Asra gently pushed her to the floor.

Isla bit her lip; she couldn't be any happier than she was now.

Outside, the snow fell persistently everywhere - at the shop, the Palace, and even in the forest.

Whether they had spent the day indoors or outdoors, it seemed like everybody in Vesuvia was happy sharing winter memories with each other. No matter how old they would grow, no matter where they went, everybody knew this day had been unforgettable.

#the arcana game #the arcana #julian devorak #magician asra #countess nadia #count lucio #muriel #portia devorak #fan apprentice #go follow all of the blogs i mentioned literally all of them are the best #<3 #winter memories #i think i originally wanted to add layers and shit but i ended up being lol no im done XD #god this is the epitome of suFFERING #xD pls enjoy ;;

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annalyia · 8 years ago

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Yo this be ren n i Live for voltron dungeons and dragons because im a major nerd who is involved in 4 seprete campaigns rn (why did i do this 2 myself) and u said we could hit u up to ask about their charecters and charecter sheets n shit im curious please give me the dnd memes (also fuck monks why is there always an op monk on every single team i s2g) ooooh and if u dont wanna rply to this on ur blog im just on mobile n 2 lazy to sign in so im persona-5-is-finally-here and im never online <3

I’m crying someone actually wants to know my reasoning and headcanons this is the beST THING I COULD HAVE ASKED FOR

I hope that I answer everything well :D

(also one time I was the op monk and it was like a permanent high I loved it)

Lanceokay so I made Lance an elf bard because Lance always hits on the ethereal aliens (i.e nyma) and so it made since to me that he would love elves. as for the bard idk I saw a comic one time that was Lance being a memelord by playing wonderwall for allura on a guitar and that kinda made me accept that Lance is a really good singer and dabbles in musical instruments

Keithokay so keith’s class and race are actually two of my fave things I came up with! so keith is a tiefling. background on those is that they’re of demon blood. they’re half the “bad guys” so I chose this because keith is half galra. he’s got purple skin and yellow eyes because those are common for galra and sometimes i like to think i’m clever :b as for the rogue, it’s a good class for tiefling and rogues tend to be secretive and non-confrontational, and I figured that fit keith in the sense that he doesn’t like/want to be the leader and stuff

Mattmatt’s a cleric because (tbh) he healed my heart in season 4 I loooove him. but it’s also because matt seems like he’s a good support character who wants the best for everyone around him. I made him a dwarf because I love dwarves and matt seems like the kind of dude who would grow a ridiculous drawf beard for funsies and this is a way for him to live out his dream

Alluraso I actually heavily debated making allura a full-blooded elf, but I eventually decided on half-elf because she’s living in between two worlds and doesn’t really feel like she belongs in either. her home of altea is destroyed and she’s 10,000 years in the future so she like knows how to live and such, but she still doesn’t technically belong. half-elves are the same because they’re often shunned by each culture. she’s half high elf because they’re the “nobles” of the elf world. she’s a sorcerer because their magic is innate and is inherited through bloodlines, like how allura’s magic is in her, she doesn’t get it from anything outside of herself

Hunkhunk is a human fighter because it’s the most unassuming class/race and, to me, hunk is the most unassuming of the paladins. he pilots the yellow lion which is basically a tank, and fighters are usually the tanks of the party. I just really felt like this was the best way to represent hunk. there’s not the brutality that comes with being a barbarian, but there’s still a quiet strength present and that’s what hunk is to me

Shirofinally we got that one punch man. so shiro is a human monk for the obvious reasons. once again, human seems like an unassuming race and that’s the kind of person that shiro is. monks, more often than not, don’t use any weapons. so, this is obviously a tribute to when shiro didn’t have a bayard and, instead, was just fighting with his fists

#asks #anon #voltron #d&d & voltron #my fic #I'm crying someone asked me about my headcanons #enjoy!

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toadallytickles · 8 years ago

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💟 1412

Egg.

I don’t even know where to begin, and I keep having to restart this because my laptop keeps crashing rip and autosave doesn’t save it, though you are probably the most amazing, loving person I know, and I am very very grateful to have you in my life even if I feel I do not deserve you. I still feel completely bad for being such a bitch to you when you tried to befriend me, oh my god I was such an asshole and I know you’re going to deny it but I WAS. AND STILL AM AT TIMES NOW OMG. I’m actually so horrible I don’t even know how you put up with me. Especially when I also complain to you about someone/something and then 10 seconds I crawl back to them like nothing happened- okay but I only do that to like 3 people in this community so that shows I trust you a lot even if it’s unhealthy and I gotta stop. Speaking of trust, I trust you a whole lot. You are a very trustworthy person and I’ve told you many kink-things I could never share on my blog or to anyone else, so thank you for keeping those to yourself and not judging me, and even sharing mutual feelings with them too. I feel I can tell you anything. That brings me to that other post where someone asked me who the sweetest people in the community were, and you were one of the two I named. SO SUGAR SWEET. BEAUTIFUL CINNAMON ROLL TOO GOOD FOR THIS WORLD, TOO PURE SWEET. And like I explained in that post, you are very very approachable and I really admire and appreciate that because with my anxiety I cannot approach people, friend or not, though you just give off this warm, comfortable aura that makes me feel I can go to you with anything I need at any time. No matter how you’re feeling, you’ll let me talk, though of course I respect your feelings and only want to talk if you want to talk. I also want to thank you again for letting me talk about asexuality with you and helping me realize that I am asexual too. That journey of discovery was so tough on me and super emotional, and I was so scared I didn’t know who to go to so I made a public post asking if there was anyone willing to talk to me about it… and you were the only one who answered to it a few hours later, and you were really helpful throughout it, and we finally came to a conclusion! And lastly I want to thank you for making a huge impact on my self-esteem/worth/confidence. YOU ALWAYS COMPLIMENT ME. PROBABLY LIKE 70% OF THE THINGS YOU SAY TO ME ARE COMPLIMENTS. And they are always so unique and different and something I’ve never heard before. You write them in lil descriptive sentences too and it always makes me feel all warm and fuzzy andsometimesflusteredbutwhatever because I know they are genuine compliments, even if I’m that person who has a hard time accepting compliments online. You always go out of your way to compliment, either just on Snapchat (like you’re doing right now as I type this), or when I share a selfie to my story, or to a gifset/photoset on Tumblr. And I really appreciate that you do that. Over the months of your constant love and support, I’ve been a lot kinder to myself and feel good enough and pretty, and I could never thank you enough for that. Though I hope one day in person I can show you how thankful I am. That can be taken out of context but I mean it in the most non-sexual way bye-

A few other things- A TOTAL MEMELORD. SHARES THE CREAMIEST MEMES. DAB-MASTER. And soooooo frickin’ good at teasing holy frickle fuck me up- teases so good you die again the next morning-

Yeah- you’re just an amazing friend. Just wonderful, perfect. And I hope you always know that. You are very much loved by a lot of people in the community and in person, and you are never a bother to me or anyone else. We are very lucky to have you in our community, though the luckiest ones have you in their lives. <3

Also I like it when you say “egg” to me~ (˘▽˘ʃƪ)♡

#Mutual Numbers #Mutual Number 1412 #toadtalks #non tickles

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