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inktober 2024
day 9: tarot card
i feel like this was the only right character to draw for this prompt im gonna be totally honest
i love the arcana so so much it was one of my first otome games and i can't believe this is my first time drawing fanart for it
the prompt list is posted under the cut!!!
day 9 fanart is of Asra from The Arcana!!!
prompt list is by @ a-sunset-outside-my-window
My masquerade Asra Came today!!! So happy can can't wait to cosplay.
Enjoy the meme kinda pics under
The gloves are so fight but I do love how it looks
So I've got a cosplay photo shoot tomorrow so have some of tonight's Test runs of my Asra cosplay.
Will also post the stuff from tomorrow when I get a chance most likely Saturday
Enjoy some of my favourite shots of my Asra cosplay from today's shoot.
Vesuvia Weekly: What it's like to hold the M6
~ my submission for this week's prompt - have some sappy headcanon drabble ^.^ ~
Julian
The sounds of leather folding and bending and creaking, of a pent up sigh, of a noble, anxious, too-big-for-its-own-good heartbeat fluttering against those thin, bird-like ribs
The smell of - yes, more leather - with a slight hint of sweat and the faded scent of the crushed herbs used to stuff doctor's masks
The feel of a well-worn, weather tested, oversized coat falling around both your frames, a cold set of bony fingers tangling into your hair through protective gloves
The sight of folded black cloth and slightly dulled metal buttons, a pale neck cradling your forehead, auburn stubble shivering over a bobbing adam's apple
The bitter taste of sea-salty lips, self-sacrifice, and coffee
Asra
The sound of an airy chuckle, a curious whisper, a deep, relaxed sigh, a heartbeat that touches your own with every gentle thump
The smell of smoking incense, sparkling spices, and syrupy vanilla, lurking beneath the petrichor of sunny spring rains on the dust of a far-off highway
The feel of a soft shawl on your cheek, sturdy linen body-warmed and slightly rough under your arms, heavy, heated hands running soothing pathways along your spine, cloud soft curls on your ears, a deceptively slight frame
The sight of golden metal and silvery blue stone on smooth skin, the barely-there rise and fall of a body slowly relaxing into yours
The taste of smoky tea, home, and desperate dedication
Nadia
The sound of rustling silks, the quiet clink of bracelets and rings, the hush of long, thick hair falling over chiffon-clad shoulders, a contented, throaty hum, a lofty heartbeat
The smell of jasmine, rose, pepper, and amber, of warm silk and chilled white wine, of flower gardens and powdery cosmetics
The feel of a heavy curtain of hair against your face, body warmth passing quickly through thin, gauzy sleeves wrinkling under your movements, of strong fingers tilting your chin into her collarbone
The sight of glinting gemstones and finely crafted metal, intricate embroidery stitches swirling across lustrous fabric, scalloped hemlines along sculpted shoulders
The taste of spiced fish, wine, and plush, commanding adoration
Muriel
The sound of heavy, rough cloth slowly dragging across itself, breaths hitching deep and slow, a grumble quiet and low enough to shake the earth, a nervous, powerful heartbeat
The smell of myrrh hanging around you like a cloud, of warm fur and chilly forest air, of falling leaves and running water and smoke
The feel of muscle and scruff, of radiating body heat, of massive, calloused palms alternating between gently splaying over your shoulders like blanketing weights and hovering cautiously around your waist in fluttering, feather like touches
The sight of thick, dark hair falling in choppy lengths over stubble and scar tissue, of thick green cloth over sinew
The taste of grilled forage and mead, of healing and steadfastness
Portia
The sound of an excited giggle, springing footsteps and jingling keys, a happy gasp and unstoppable heartbeat, a mischievous secret getting laughed into your ear
The smell of air-drying laundry and soap, hair oil and cocoa butter, fresh bread and sizzling butter and caramelizing berries
The feel of strong forearms, small, calloused hands, the push of energetic bouncing against your shoulder, of hair flying around your face, the plush squish of a no-holds-barred bear hug
The sight of fiery curls spilling over clean, pressed cotton, freckles speckling creamy skin, the occasional grey and white cat hair clinging to black ribbon, the dusk of a happy blush
The taste of yeasty bread, and the comforts of adventure
Lucio
The sounds of nearby dogs panting, a cutlass clanking in its sheath, the mechanical whir and musical hum of an alchemical arm, a confident, snorting chuckle and a devoted heartbeat
The smell of fresh sweat, warm metal, cinnamon alcohol in a journeyman's flask, hair gel and worn cologne
The feel of a padded, quilted vest, the quick rise and fall of an active chest, the slight tilt of a shoulder forever sloped in favor of a heavy arm, the sinewed grip of a warrior's touchstarved fingers and the cool, metallic touch of a careful clawed hand
The sight of sharp collarbones and glinting curved gold, fine flaxen hair at the nape of a snowy neck, crimson cloth and leather straps
The taste of grilled meat, traveler's wine, and new beginnings
Vesuvia Weekly: Guilty Pleasures (poorly doodled)
Julian
Likes his food very, very salty, and in an effort not to be a burden on anyone who cooks for him, carries at least one pouch or shaker of salt around in his coat. It doesn't matter who cooked it or what the dish is, it's the same routine every. Freaking. Time. He takes one bite, exclaims over how delicious it is, pulls out his pouch, shakes at least half a teaspoon over it, and eats the rest with gusto.
You have tried to confiscate it before important dinner events. It's impossible to find and only resulted him suggesting a body search.
Asra
Gets the midnight munchies like clockwork and it's the only thing about them that follows a predictable schedule. It doesn't matter how much or little he's eaten that day or how busy he's been or what he's been up to - the clock chimes twelve, he pauses whatever he is (or isn't) doing, and the stove salamander prepares itself to assist him in crafting some new culinary abomination. You're welcome to join in!
You did try locking all the food in the pantry once to see what they would do. His response was to playfully threaten to eat you instead
Nadia
Has an obsession for things that go "click". The keys on her parlor pipe organ. The little gears and cogs she tinkers with in her free time. The jewels on the hairpieces she wears over her ears. One time you accidentally burned through half her day because she stopped by while you were threading charmed beads, and she was so hypnotized by the cathartic swishes and clicks she missed three meetings.
You did try taking her to a factory with lots of loud clicks in it, only to find out that it was the wrong type of click and she needed to leave
Muriel
Loves squishy things he can sink his hands into so much he's convinced he's not allowed to enjoy them. Thick moss. Large, spongy mushrooms. Soft, dense furs that have just been shaken and fluffed out. It's so hard not to call him catlike on cleaning days, because his response to the furs that have hung in the breeze and sunlight all day is to sit down, sink his palms in, and knead for several minutes.
Once he found a part of your body with enough flesh on it for the soft skin to well up between his fingers, and he fixated on it for a week
Portia
Likes sniffing coffee beans when she needs a pick-me-up. She hates the bitterness of the flavor of it, and she doesn't need the level of caffeine that drinking it would give her, but the smell of freshly ground coffee beans is exactly the afternoon boost she craves. You didn't know about this until you walked in one day, just in time to see her enthusiastically faceplant into a bowl of them with a loud snort.
Nobody knows what she does with the beans after she's ground and sniffed them. You suspect she uses them as garden fertilizer
Lucio
At first you're convinced he doesn't have any guilty pleasures because he simply doesn't feel guilt for a good time in the first place. You are wrong. On the rare occasion that he fully removes his prosthetic, he likes doodling a pair of googly eyes onto what's left of his shoulder and making it "argue" with the hand on his metal arm. They're named "Willy" and "Spikes" and have their own voices.
You walked in on this once when you stopped to have the elbow piece fixed, to Lucio sitting shirtless on the floor debating cookie flavors
Asra: Hi there 👋
Me: [car crash noises] [distressed cat meow] [barking noises] [flustered Julian face]
Also me: lol hi ig
⚠️THE ARCANA SPOILERS AHEAD⚠️
I thought about this in middle of biology class so idk if anyone has done this meme already
Finally im almost buying all the Asra chapters 😭🐐🔥
PS. If ur a new player and need tips for these things I recommend playing the route first (in an infinikey weekend) and after you finish one of the endings, start farming coins to buy the chapters so you can play the premium choices and get the other ending more easily
Asra: MC, I want you to be happy with any person you date 🥰🥰🥰
MC: Im gonna date Lucio
Asra: 👁👄👁
Also Asra:..... BxTCH THE FUxK YOU ON BRUH YOU AINT DATING NO GOAT CxNT THAT HAS BxTCH SYNDROME
Same vibe (click on the pictures)
⚠️ THE ARCANA ASRA'S ROUTE SPOILERS⚠️
So, I was replaying Asra's chapters and I finally got to chapter XIII (Death) and bro I was playing at like midnight and I'd forgotten MC and Asra would go to the Lazaret and that one scene completely destroyed me, scene below.
FINNALY I GOT THE REVERSED ENDING AND ILL GET THAT ASRA IMAGE THAT I DONT HAVE AAAAAA
Continue on my long hair au bullshit UwU
Hɪ ᴍʏ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ɪs Jᴜʟɪᴀɴ Dᴀʀᴋ'ɴᴇss Dᴇᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴀ Rᴀᴠᴇɴ Wᴀʏ ᴀɴᴅ I ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴇʙᴏɴʏ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ʜᴀɪʀ (ᴛʜᴀᴛ's ʜᴏᴡ I ɢᴏᴛ ᴍʏ ɴᴀᴍᴇ) ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴘᴜʀᴘʟᴇ sᴛʀᴇᴀᴋs ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴅ ᴛɪᴘs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʀᴇᴀᴄʜᴇs ᴍʏ ᴍɪᴅ-ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴄʏ ʙʟᴜᴇ ᴇʏᴇs ʟɪᴋᴇ ʟɪᴍᴘɪᴅ ᴛᴇᴀʀs ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴍᴇ I ʟᴏᴏᴋ ʟɪᴋᴇ Aᴍʏ Lᴇᴇ (AN: ɪꜰ ᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴏ sʜᴇ ɪs ɢᴇᴛ ᴅᴀ ʜᴇʟʟ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇʀᴇ!). I'ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ Gᴇʀᴀʀᴅ Wᴀʏ ʙᴜᴛ I ᴡɪsʜ I ᴡᴀs ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ʜᴇ's ᴀ ᴍᴀᴊᴏʀ ꜰᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ʜᴏᴛᴛɪᴇ. I'ᴍ ᴀ ᴠᴀᴍᴘɪʀᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ᴍʏ ᴛᴇᴇᴛʜ ᴀʀᴇ sᴛʀᴀɪɢʜᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ. I ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴘᴀʟᴇ ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ sᴋɪɴ. I'ᴍ ᴀʟsᴏ ᴀ ᴡɪᴛᴄʜ, ᴀɴᴅ I ɢᴏ ᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴍᴀɢɪᴄ sᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ᴄᴀʟʟᴇᴅ Hᴏɢᴡᴀʀᴛs ɪɴ Eɴɢʟ-
— What are those steps on the stairs? — Julian asked, playing with a spoon in a cup of black coffee.
— They’re coming to arrest you, — Asra answered and drank some chamomile tea.
— Ah, well, well, — Julian replied.