Una Fey

A Magician's Apprentice - The Arcana Rp Blog

[kris-writes]

About Julian…

So, I’ve seen loads of posts about Julian & the latest book. I’ve seen people ripping his choices, saying they’ve ‘unstanned’ because he leaves, and I just wanted to give my two cents about it (if anyone cares).

He’s (clearly) had his memory wiped in some shape or form. He’s been branded, imprisoned, hunted, cursed. He’s been in love with someone who couldn’t (wouldn’t?) love him back. In his own words he says; ‘I’ll give you all of me, if that’s what it takes.’ I mean… ouch. Asra does take, through no fault of his own, but it still does some damage, clearly.

Now, he finds someone who possibly loves him in return, someone who would clearly do anything for him, to help him. Of course that scares the shit out of the guy. He wants to protect them, to keep them safe. He’s conditioned to think he’s unloveable, that he’s dangerous and everyone would be better off without him around, messing up their lives. He’s wrong, but no ones ever told him that… I think that much is clear (apart from Portia, but who ever listens to their siblings?). He’s dramatic, we know that, but that doesn’t mean his feelings aren’t valid.

The Apprentice is someone he wants to cherish, to protect. He believes he’s poisonous, that they’ll be burned if he sticks around. He might be right, but he’s also probably incredibly wrong. I’m sure we’ll get the chance to show him that, to show him he deserves love and everything that comes with it. Boy just needs time to realise that. Yes, we’d all love to grab him and shake him and tell him he’s being silly, but that isn’t always the best way forward. Plus, he’s probably still lingering outside the shop wondering if he’s done the right thing, poor lamb.

In short, Julian is important, his feelings are valid and should be respected, and I hope he sees how special he is… and soon. ALSO I love Asra, and I see both sides of the ‘Asrian’ story. So… no Asra hate here, just Asra confusion.

[bardiicinspiration]

"is that my shirt" - asra and/or julian (if you're okay with writing polyamory, "and" and if you just wanna write for one of 'em, "or"!! whatever you're comfortable with 💙 i like your blog very much and i wish it and you the best !)

aaaa thanks you’re so sweet! and for future reference, i’m totally down to write poly ships. prompts are here and here, and are still being accepted!

“Is that my shirt?”

They nearly drop their cup of tea at the sudden sound of Asra’s voice behind them. They hadn’t heard him shuffle into the kitchen, yet there he stands, leaning against the counter, coincidentally shirtless. 

Before they can answer, they hear another set of footsteps approaching: Julian. Crimson curls are askew as the doctor sluggishly wanders into the room in search of his morning coffee. 

“Actually,” he says, his voice still thick with sleep, “it’s mine.”

The apprentice, clad in nothing more than a white shirt that hangs over the tops of their thighs, shrugs, taking a sip of their tea. “I grabbed the first white shirt I saw lying on the floor.”

“It’s definitely mine,” Asra insists, and Julian scoffs. 

“You must be joking. You are far too short for that shirt.”

“Sorry we can’t all be giant tree people.”

The two of them carry on like that for a while, and the apprentice slips out of the room unnoticed to finish their tea elsewhere, smiling all the while. 

[louminx]

| JULIAN | The Arcana | His Part of Town |

“Very smart. Never trust a free drink.”

[sparknshinerpmemes-blog]

Reblog this if your muse is protective of their loved ones.

[cardseer-blog]

a hesitant kiss w julian please! the fics u write are amazing

Here you are~

The noise of other patrons filled the air around the two seated in the back of the Rowdy Raven. The doctor and the magician had been pouring over paper after paper, everything she could find in the library that might help to prove his innocence. It had been hours and empty flagons scattered the table as they stared at the illegible handwriting. With a deep sigh she glanced up at the man sitting beside her, his gaze still fixed on the parchment. 

“How do you read this? I can’t understand a word of it…” Her voice seemed to break him out of a trance and after a moment his lips curled into a smirk despite the blush he was trying to hide. “Isn’t that why you asked me to meet you here? Then again I could be lying to you about what it says…” The woman rolled her eyes, brushing some stray hair from her face. “You wouldn’t lie to me.”

Julian paused, surprised by how stern and decided her tone was. “And how do you know that.” It was her turn to falter, to hesitate. Truth be told she didn’t, the logical side of her brain had been telling her to be cautious around him since they first met. But her intuition told her it was safe, that he wouldn’t ever try to hurt her. That he wanted to know as much as she did what had truly happened that night years ago. “I just do…”

Her eyes rose to meet his in a silent conversation. The tension had been building since their first drink together but neither party was brave enough to make their move. Even when he had told her to leave for her own good she had listened, hurt and longing for the courage to speak her mind. But of course she had come back to help him. Even if she couldn’t make him happy she would keep him alive.

Under her stare the doctor looked away, clearing his throat awkwardly. She continued to stare. One uncovered eye flickered between her and the table, neither quiet sure what to do. Yet the space between them closed, though slowly. Eventually their eyes locked again, slowly leaning forward until their lips met. It was just a moment, the briefest moment in time but it made her heart swell. Until she pulled away.

His body tensed as he watched, wide eyed as she began to gather the papers. “I-I’m sorry I should be going…” Her hands stopped as gloved fingers wrapped around her wrists. She flinched instinctively and his grip loosened. “I-Ilya I’m sorry-”

Una stopped as protective arms wrapped around her. A gloved finger rested below her chin, gently guiding her till her face was inches from his once again. He leaned forward slightly and they kissed again, longing and desperate as they both sunk into the embrace. The bustling sounds around them faded into nothing as their lips parted and met again and again. Each break for air grew shorter than the last. Finally pulling away there was silence between them. He felt as if he could do nothing but hurt her but each kiss had healed a fragment of an already broken heart.

[positivedoodles]

[Image Description: Drawing of thyme next to a caption that says “Take all the thyme you need.”’ in handwritten green text.]

[cardseer-blog]

Back

So sorry for being MIA I know I have people to respond to and asks I still need to answer, got the stomach flu for a week but I am back and ready to get to it. Thanks for all the patience.

[cardseer-blog]

CHARACTER STATS ! (bold all that applies. italicize leaning. strike former.)

WEALTH  —

$  financial.  // wealthy /  moderate  /  poor  /  in poverty ✚  medical.  // fit / moderate  /  sickly  /  disadvantaged /  disabled  /  not applicable ✪  class.  //   upper / middle-working /  poor  /  slave  /  unsure ✔  education.  //  qualified  /  unqualified /  studying  /  other ✖  criminal record.  //  yes, for major crimes  / yes, for minor crimes  /  no  / has committed crimes, but has not been caught yet

FAMILY  —

◒  children.  //  has one or more children /  has no children /  wants children  /  verse dependent ◑  relationship with family.  // close with sibling(s)  /  not close with sibling(s) /  has no sibling(s) /  siblings are deceased ◔  affiliation.  //   orphaned  /  adopted  /  disowned  / raised by birth parent(s) /  not applicable

TRAITS  +  TENDENCIES  —

♦  extrovert // introvert // in between ♦  disorganized  // organized // in between ♦  close-minded  //  open-minded //   in between ♦  calm  // anxious // in between ♦  disagreeable  // agreeable //  in between ♦ cautious  // reckless  //  in between ♦  patient //  impatient // in between ♦  outspoken  //  reserved  // in between ♦  leader  //  follower  // in between ♦  empathetic //  indifferent  // in between ♦ optimistic // pessimistic // in between ♦  traditional  // modern // in between ♦ hardworking  //  lazy  //  in between ♦  cultured  //  uncultured  // in between ♦  loyal  //  disloyal  //  in between ♦  faithful // unfaithful  // in between

BELIEFS  —

★  faith.  //  monotheist  / polytheist  /  atheist  / agnostic  / it’s complicated ☆  belief in ghosts or spirits.  //  yes /  no /  don’t know  /  don’t care ✮  belief in an afterlife.  // yes  / no  /  don’t know /  don’t care ✯  belief in reincarnation.  // yes /  no / don’t know / don’t care ❃  belief in aliens.  //  yes /  no  / don’t know  /  don’t care ❀  philosophical.  //  yes  /  no  /  sometimes

SEXUALITY & ROMANTIC INCLINATION  —

❤  sexuality.   /  heterosexual /  homosexual  / bisexual /  asexual  /  pansexual /  demisexual /  questioning ❥  sex.  //  sex repulsed  / sex neutral  / sex favorable ♥  romance.  // romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favorable ❣  sexually.  // adventurous / experienced / naive /  inexperienced  /  curious  /  inhibited ⚧  potential sexual partners.  //  male  /  female  /  other  /  none  / all ⚧  potential romantic partners.  // male / female /  other  /  none  / all

ABILITIES  —

☠  combat skills.  //  excellent  /  good  / moderate /  poor  / none ≡  literacy skills.  //  excellent /  good  /  moderate  /  poor  /  none ✍  artistic skills.  //  excellent /  good  /  moderate  / poor /  none ✂  technical skills.  //  excellent  / good /  moderate  /  poor  /  none

HABITS  —

☕  drinking alcohol.  //  never  / sometimes /  frequently /  to excess ☁  smoking.  //  never /  sometimes  /  frequently  / to excess ✿  other narcotics.  //  never /  sometimes /  frequently  /  to excess ✌  medicinal drugs.  //  never  / sometimes  /  frequently  /  to excess ☻  indulgent in food.  //  never  /  sometimes  /  frequently  /  to excess $  splurge spending.  //  never  /  sometimes / frequently /  to excess ♣  gambling.  //  never /  sometimes /  frequently  /  to excess

[dreamyarcana]

[winsbuck]

Apprentice character: write name of your character, their MBTI type, and which Tarot card symbolizes them.

I will start.

Apprentice Ciel - ISFG - Temperance

[faust-chin-scritches]

Ellana - INFJ - The High Priestess

[two-ofcups]

Gwendolyn RoseMarie Arkon - INFP - Two Of Cups or The Sun

[samael-bellamorte]

Samael Mallory Bellamorte - ISFJ - The Hermit Reversed, or The Tower

[cardseer-blog]

Una Fey - INFP - The Moon

[slumberseason]

All the stories said that the gallows called, but to Julian they sounded more like a scream.

Or perhaps that was the crowd of spectators, their leers and yells becoming a ghastly chorus as loud as his raging heart in his ears. Sweat dripped down his forehead and coated his bare hands. His hands, pale white and exposed to the world that expected them to be forever stained red. Precious few were satisfied by the black murderer’s brand on the back of his hand in comparison to his crime.

As it was, the only thing his hands remembered was the warmth of the apprentice’s face. Julian curled his hands into fists to hide their shaking, even if he could feel his expression betray his raw struggle to remain upright. He walked, one foot in front of the other, guards surrounding him, and the hangman’s noose casting a shadow in the dying daylight.

If he had to die, Julian supposed, he was grateful to do it when the stars glimmered in the sky above him. He always preferred the darkness and the security it brought him. Nights gave him the chance to meet with the apprentice, after all, and the sweetness of their mouth was more than satisfying for the ghastly threat hanging over their heads.

The memories kept him from falling to his knees. He needed to make it to the platform for the promise to see them again. He had very little else here in Vesuvia, besides his little sister. Asra was merely a ghost now, unresponsive to Julian’s questions and begging, and he had vanished just hours after returning.

As much as Julian loved to see Asra crushed by emotional distress, the price was not worth it. Seeing Asra lose all the color in his face was not worth watching the apprentice crumple to the ground like a puppet cut of its strings. Knowing that Asra’s broken heart was being cradled only by his ribs was not worth the constant reel of memories playing in Julian’s head.

Nothing was worth watching the apprentice step forward and beg Nadia for Julian’s life, only for a nervous guard to strike out at them with a swipe of his sword. He had watched them scrambled to save the apprentice’s life, begging to be brought to their side. He watched the apprentice grow limp, blood staining the polished marble underneath them, and he had watched them die.

Julian watched them bleed to death, his curse burning his throat as sharply as his tears did, and he had felt the most overwhelming type of anger. He loathed Asra for this curse, because it came with the knowledge that he had the power that no one else had, to save them, but he couldn’t even do that.

Perhaps Nadia was surprised by how willingly Julian allowed himself to be dragged to the dungeons after that. Every ounce of rebellion drained away from him. After all, a hanging was more acceptable when he knew that it was punishment not for Lucio’s death, but for theirs.

Everything fell away the closer he got to the platform. Every single step washed away the sounds of the bloodthirsty spectators and the list of crimes the warden read from. Julian could only see the rope with his fate written on it, and the promise it brought.

“Do you have any last words, Doctor Devorak?”

Julian had hundreds, but none of them were for the people in this audience. The people he wanted to speak to were both ghosts of different definitions that had been swept away by something out of his control.

Yet when a soft breeze gently brushed away a wayward lock of his hair from his face, Julian couldn’t help it. He hoped they were listening.

“My name is Ilya,” he said.

When the noose was laid around his neck, the call sounded like the apprentice’s voice saying his name, sweet and achingly familiar. Julian smiled, and the world fell out from under his feet.

[magicianslut]

anyway now that i’m awake i would like to know if any of you have apprentices whose “True Route” is either portia, lucio, nadia, or muriel and if you would be willing and able to tell me about them through messages because i kinda wanna start a thing but i don’t wanna say what it is yet in case i never do it but i’d rather use other people’s apprentices than make more up

[magicianslut]

pls let me use ur apprentices in my modern au i will love you forever and treat them so well i still need an apprentice for portia, lucio, and muriel

[magicianslut]

i have a muriel and maybe a lucio! someone give some love to portia my guys! i will be so nice to ur ocs i swear i will

[flowersandmurders-archived]

                           a drabble about asra + when you choose julian

Asra thought he’d known pain when you’d forgotten him. When he’d held you in his arms, tears streaming down his face as chaos unfolded around you. When you woke later with blurry thoughts and aches that threatened to break your mind.

He’d thought pain had been when he’d tried to help you remember and you fell limp in his arms. When panic had gripped his heart, tightening his chest as he stopped you from crashing to the ground. When he’d held you close, hands shaking as he feared he’d gone too far, pushed too hard and lost you forever. When his heart had stopped at the thought of that.

He’d thought pain had been having to leave so often. When the headaches came too frequently and he’d known the memories were too close to coming back. He’d thought pain had been when that sadness appeared in your eyes, your gaze turned away as he walked out the door- that pain was leaving his heart with you when he left.

He was wrong.

Pain was watching you go to him. Pain was seeing the light in both of your eyes, seeing you embrace each other, lips meeting and a joy shining on both of your faces. The kind of joy he couldn’t give to either of you.

Pain was missing you with every ounce of his being, every corner of his heart, and smiling as you held Julian’s hand and glowed like the sun, oblivious to the fact that he was even there. Pain was forcing a smile, because he loves you so much and nothing could make him want to take that happiness away from you.

Pain was watching the two of you disappear, all love and happiness, giddy at the prospect of a future, while he turned away, coming to terms with the fact that once more, he would be all alone.

[cardseer-blog]

{Have two fics in the work that people asked for but I’m going to have to wait on them, just lost my lunch in the bathroom. I’ll try to get working on them some point this week after classes.}

[cardseer-blog]

MYTHICAL CREATURE QUIZ

Take the quiz to find out what mythical creature your muse is ! Repost, don’t reblog !

TAGGED BY: @cardmaid TAGGING: ??

RESULT: Dragon

A dragon is a legendary creature, typically with serpentine or reptilian traits, that features in the myths of many cultures. There are two distinct cultural traditions of dragons: the European dragon, derived from European folk traditions and ultimately related to Greek and Middle Eastern mythologies, and the Chinese dragon, with counterparts in Japan (namely the Japanese dragon), Korea and other East Asian countries. Getting this result, you are generally viewed as the motherly figure of your friend group. You look after your friends and tend to their needs. For example, you probably lend your friends money or do favors for them without asking for anything in return. You don't need anything else but the satisfaction that you're helping your them out. You give the impression of being always easygoing and harmless, until someone pushes your buttons. When you lash out, you become NASTY. You will insult, unrelentingly rage, and spew every curse word until someone is on the floor crying, especially when someone insults or hurts your friends. You're very protective of the people that you love and NOT a force to be reckoned with.

[goestoyourhead-deactivated20191]

will this sketch be enough to satisfy your thirst

i’m sorry @thearcanagame

[rose-of-fair]

How dare you make that beautiful julian headcanon and then break my heart with him being sad because he can't have kids in his situation?!?! make julian father and husband please ;;

Aaahhhh I’m so sorry anon for breaking your heart ^^“ To make it up to you how about I make some father/husband Julian headcanons~ *pap pap pap*

Julian as Husband/Father Headcanons:

-Julian reading a book to his kids every night while sitting on the small bed and his children cuddled up on his lap.

-Goes above and beyond on their birthdays. He asks for exciting parties with everyone he knows invited!

-Cries whenever his children make him a father’s day card.

-Easily likeable kind of father but he does have rules on how to behave. The kids listen to every word.

-Always tending to his children when they get a scrapped knee or have a fever.

-Not a great chief but he really tries to make yummy meals! The kiddos say it’s amazing but it’s to boost Julian’s ego.

-As a husband, Julian is so loving and cannot stop complimenting his S/O.

-Will pull his partner to him and dance around the living room.

-Goes on early morning walks to the market with his S/O. He has to be constantly holding their hand~

-When sleepy Julian will babble on what names he would like if they had children

-This man takes initiative to get up in the middle of the night just to make sure the kids are alright. He knows how tired his S/O is after a busy day.

-Buys his S/O red tulips every Sunday (red tulips symbolize eternal love <3)