Crippled Chronicles

20/bi or pans/Hufflepuff/male/Fawn Squad/Nostalgic Sonic fan, Undertale fan, Dragon Age fan. Love the Arcana, Nadia is my goddess.

[emperor-chance]

Ladies, Gentlemen, and Non-binaries, I am so absolutely proud to introduce you to the very first art of Countess Nadia of Vesuvia with her beloved Magician and my MC, Oliver Fier!

The artist can only be found on Twitter, her name is HoneyLavender, I believe, so if you love this gorgeous art, I recommend going there to send her her much deserved support!

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

Hear me out, mini hc M6 w MC who likes to play with their lovers hair. Braiding, brushing, or just like running by their fingers through it when cuddling n stuff

Here you go anon friend!

Playing with M6's hair

[depsidase]

[depsidase]

[depsidase]

[enbaluka-tokyo-drift]

[qillermeme]

[byjove]

fun wedding game: you make all the wedding guests vote for which member of the couple they’d stay friends with after the divorce

[byjove]

guests don’t have to put their names on it and the voting booth is completely anonymous but they have to explain why

[anti-capitalistlesbianwitch]

This Doonesbury abortion cartoon was originally written by Gary Trudeau in 2012, in response to a Texas law requiring women to have an ultrasound before an abortion. It was banned from many major newspapers, and they ran syndicated cartoons in its place.

Now seems like an appropriate time to bring these cartoons back, with the passing of Texas’ new law requiring the burial or cremation of miscarried or aborted fetal remains. I guess we’ll have to wait and see if Trudeau decides to write the sequel.

(Source)

[whatbigotspost]

God. You’ll have to excuse me openly weeping atm. I remember being horrified when that law hit the books here.

I had no idea how much worse it would get in 10 year’s time.

[enbaluka-tokyo-drift]

[nadiasfanpage]

[emperor-chance]

I’m crying, why is this so funny?! 😭

[firent-fae]

hey!! If this is a lot/too much, I apologize in advance!

would you be willing to write about the m6 reactions with mc living in a haunted house and mc is ignoring the activity? I wonder their reactions as a guest and as a roommate. are they skeptical until they can’t ignore it anymore? are they scared? are they worried for mc’s wellbeing? I’d love to read your take on this <3

Heyo! Thanks for the ask! Now, I need a ghost hunting au.

The Arcana Headcanons 「M6 and MC Living in a Haunted House」

Asra

“Did you see that?” he asks, pointing to the hallway.

“See what?”

“The black shadow that ran across the hall.”

“Oh, yeah.”

Asra’s eyes widen like saucers.

They’ve seen some crazy hullabaloo in the magic realms, so their senses are long past jarred. However, they do remember the first time these things occurred.

“And I did not walk it off with a ‘oh yeah…” he mutters under his breath.

Maybe you’re scarier than the ghosts…

Should he be concerned? Maybe… Should he be impressed? Not sure yet…

Asra’s testing the waters to see just what type of blind eye you’re turning. He’s tried to contact the spirits multiple times to determine if they’re malicious. If they are, they’re getting the magical boot. 🥾✨ If they’re not, he’d try to help them move one to a place that’s better than his purple dusted shack.

If all is well intended and the ghosts have no interest in leaving, then Asra supposes that this was their home first, so it’s only fair to share it with them. He’d have an especially soft heart towards children ghosts. He tries his best to give them names and play along with their antics.

Julian

No. Nope. Big ol’ NUH-UH no thank you.

Julian is not about this life.

Spit it out, Julian. You’re afraid of ghosts. No judgement, though! He’s been through a lot concerning the dead. 😔

Ironically, he has no desire to ignore them. If anything, Julian firmly believes that the afterlife deserves the same respect as the living.

“Surely, both parties deserve respect, but I can’t imagine that they don’t deserve caution either.”

His fear is rooted in the fact that there’s no definitive answer as to who or what is in your home. Sure, divination is possible, but Julian needs concrete evidence. Rather than live in the unknown, he’d rather have one appear to him personally, even though it’d scare the poop right into his pants.

Meanwhile, you’ve just waltzed right into the room where he heard a little girl laugh. Now, his nerves are all in a twist. The man’s set out to protect you, but you’ve thrown all caution to the wind and meandered straight into danger.

There’s something about that type of brazen bravery that makes him hot under the collar for more than one reason.

Nadia

Mi’lady don’t got time for this.

She spent the first half of her stay in Vesuvia under the roof with a living asshole. Then, she spent the latter half of her stay with an unliving asshole. 🐐

You’re telling me it isn’t over yet?

She’s agitated, but as always, accommodating. With her magical abilities, she’d be able to sense if they’re malevolent or not. She’ll match whatever energy the specters bring. If they’re rude, they're getting a royal goodnight and goodbye back into the ether. If they’re generally pleasant, then she has enough room for a guest or two.

“Countess, the cup is levitating again…”

“Well, pour them some tea, I suppose.”

Since they are guests, she’s snapping a finger at you to be polite and acknowledge them.

Muriel

Muriel is not at all affected by your nonchalance. In fact, it pairs well with his own overwhelming sense of nonchalance.

The Kokkuri paid great respect to the dead, but they also didn’t play with the spirit realm like other surrounding tribes. This situation isn’t something to fear, but it is something to deal with.

His wards would propel anything bad-blooded to the next continent over. If they’re here, then, they’re here for a reason.

Still, it’s his house meant to be shared with his beloved. He already has to kick Inanna out of the room during cuddles. Now, he has to worry about unseen eyes prying into his love life?

Boundaries are getting drawn fast and strong. They get their own section of the forest to dwell in, while he has his.

Portia

She’s trying to play cool, but smile is forced.

Yes, the magic and mystery was all fun and fantasy before it started happening in her own home… at night… in the dark… when there’s no light.

“It’s spooky!” She’s not afraid to admit it. She’s gripping your ribcage at night, burying her face into your back. She wants to be nice to every living and unliving creature, but this is insane.

And what you’re doing is even more insane. You’re literally snoring through the nightmare.

“Don’t ignore them! You’re going to make them mad!”

“Make who mad?”

Portia: 🙂🫨😶

She’s at a loss. She does go to Asra for help, who’s gracious at soothing her nerves and providing some assistance.

Lucio

The only thing keeping him in this house is you, because otherwise he would have hightailed his ass outta there the moment the room dropped a chill.

Lucio’s been in the spirit realm. He knows the inane and insane that exists in there. He’s worried that this is something that’s followed him.

“I seemed to do a grand job at making mortal enemies, so why wouldn’t I be good at making immortal ones?”

As for your attitude... First, it’s hot. Anything that laughs in the face of fear is attractive to him. Second, it’s beneficial. If he’s too scared to fight the war, then why not send the bravest soldier?

“Love, can you go to the basement to get something for me?”

“Sure, what do you need?”

Of course, he’s never out of earshot just in case something does go wrong. With that said, he’d never really put you in serious danger, so if your nonchalance is compromising that, then he’s frustrated.

“Can we not walk into rooms with the demon laughter?”

“That’s just the wind, Lucio.”

“Look, dove,” he sighs within his hands on your shoulders. “Let’s not take chances. I don’t know how to fight that kinda stuff. What am I gonna do? Yell abracadabra and swing my sword around?”

[theconcealedweapon]

[nadiasfanpage]

[theintrovertbean]

Hey, remember what I said about taking a break? Well, something tickled my love for Nadia, so I threw together something quick and lazy. It's pure fluffy brainrot.

This little something was created for the first SavetheArcana prompt game. Hope you'll like it!

Pairing: Nadia x Aenar (OC, he/him)

Genre: fluff

Prompt: Perfume

Aenar adored the way Nadia smelled. There was something comforting about the scent of jasmine on her skin, or the way her presence would linger even after she was gone. It only made him love and crave her more. 

One day, as he was lounging alone in the Countess’ chambers because she was having a meeting with the courtiers. One leg was dangling off the plush settee as he laid there and an idea came to his mind. “Why, I’m not one to snoop, but…” he trailed off, smirking to himself. He missed her whenever she was away and there was something comforting about burying his face against her neck, feeling her body against his and smelling her after a long day of being apart. 

He rose to his feet and padded over to his beloved’s vanity, feeling a little guilty, but also needing to feel Nadia again, in any way he could. And there it was, the glass bottle, the color of violet like his own eyes, resting on the wooden surface. Pulling a handkerchief out of his pocket, he admired the letters N and A sewn into them. It was Nadia’s own handiwork, a token of her affections, and a way to remember her by. He cherished it dearly and it was just the perfect object for his plans. 

He carefully grabbed the perfume bottle and sprayed some into the air, sniffing it first to make sure it was the right one. His eyes widened as the smell hit him, a shiver of excitement running down his spine as he was now able to confirm that yes, this was it, this was the one. 

Like a boy stealing a cookie from the kitchens, he began to spray the handkerchief with the Countess’ perfume, swiftly as if he was afraid he would be caught. He couldn’t help but wonder, what would Nadia think of this? The perfume was expensive, but she loved spoiling him, so there was no way she wouldn’t find it at least a bit adorable. 

Once he was done, Aenar carefully placed the bottle back, ensuring that it was just as he had found it earlier. Well, except now some of it was missing, but no one would notice, at least that was what he hoped.

With childlike excitement, he rushed back to the settee and hopped down on his back, his hands held up as he admired the handkerchief for a moment. Aenar ran his thumb along their initials, a small smile tugging at his lips as he did so, then he brought the soft fabric down to his face.

He inhaled deeply and the scent of jasmine filled his nostrils, his heart fluttering with the deep love he felt for her. It smelled better on her skin, but for now, it would do. And, oh, how it reminded him of her. He could almost feel her loving embrace, her tender kisses, the way she would run her slender fingers through his hair, or kiss his forehead while whispering how much she loved him.

Just then, the door opened and a weary-looking Countess entered her chambers, her gaze immediately drawn to the magician blissfully sniffing the handkerchief she had gifted him. The sight was almost comical, but also quite confusing. “Aenar, darling, what are you doing?” Nadia asked with a soft chuckle, looking at him with an eyebrow raised, but with fondness in her crimson eyes. 

Caught. But oh well.

Aenar’s heart skipped a beat as Nadia’s voice rang in his ear, and he put the handkerchief away, tucking it back into his pocket. Then shamelessly, he grinned back at her, responding by throwing his arms open, inviting her to join him on the settee. Arcana help him, he just wanted to hold her and Nadia was all too happy to oblige. 

Her heels clicked against the floor as she made her way to her beloved, wrapping him in her arms. As soon as he was enveloped in her embrace, Aenar felt himself relax immediately. He could smell the jasmine perfume, mixed with the scent of her skin, melting away the anxieties of his worried heart.

And Nadia could smell her perfume on him, which left her with some questions, but with the handkerchief act earlier, it was easy to figure out what transpired while she was gone. Yet, she smiled and pressed a kiss to his forehead, smiling as he nuzzled his face against her neck.

“I missed you, my love,” he murmured, in his Nadia’s arms, at last. 

[fochflos]

wow nOt Lucio sketches!!

Also 2024

[emperor-chance]

Nadia! My wife! 😭😭😭😭😭😭 She looks so gorgeous

[ontopofgravity]

I asked one of my (male) friends to stop using the phrase “man up” and he has been using “fortify” for the past two weeks instead and it’s just a little thing but honestly it makes a difference

and tbh it’s also pretty funny when I start to deflate in the library and he leans over and goes “FORTIFY”

[teakayblog]

Dude, fortify is bangin’. That makes things like you’re some kind of RPG character. Fortify is way better than “man up.”

[auspiciousleader]

Happy 10th anniversary to Fortify