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I was listening to YouTube and this one audio all I could imagine was;

Hunter: Dude, how are you so skinny?

Julian: Honestly, I think it's just my high metabolism

Julian internally: Or maybe all the protein feeds into my massive whale co- *

Hunter: what?

Julian: you can hear that?!

Hunter:...

Hunter: Let me see?

Julian: What!!!

#the arcana #the arcana game #mc hunter #julian the arcana #nsfw joke #the arcana nsfw #nsfw #julian x hunter

local-critter

[Frustrated] [1/2]

Asra x Top Male Reader

[TW: low-key kinda mean reader, pet names (baby), a little degradation (?), a little praise (good boy used once), a little overstimulation]

fox-daddies

Honestly, I like this a lot. As someone who reads smut a fair bit behind closed doors, this is sweet with a spicy Mc. If you do pt 2, I look forward to reading it.

#the arcana game #asra alnazar x reader #asra the magician #asra x reader #asra x male reader #asra alnazar x male reader #asra x top male reader #asra x apprentice

franzis-frantic-thoughts

in honour of DunMeshi, are you more of a

monsterfucker

monster eater

equal opportunity monster enjoyer

neither what the fuck

Voting ended onApr 19, 2024

shalpilot

fox-daddies

Are you telling me Laios wanted to get 'milked'?

#nsfw joke

theintrovertbean

I want you to know that I've written 69 works about Nadia (main 6 + Satrinava family stuff + shitposts + memes not included)

How should we celebrate this glorious number? How about a road trip to Vesuvia where we all ask Nadia to step on us? Respectfully. I'm driving, btw (we might not survive)

Unless I didn't count it right. That's actually very much possible. I haven't done math since high school.

fox-daddies

Nadia fans waiting politely to ask Nadia to step on them:

My aro/ace ass:

Alternatively;

Kyle(4'4) thinking about Nadia stepping on him;

Bluebell(6'4) thinking of Nadia stepping on them;

Hunter thinking of being forced to date Nadia, let alone being stepped on;

#nadia satrinava #the arcana nadia #the arcana #nadia the arcana #mc kyle #mc bluebell #mc hunter #the arcana shitpost #shitpost

blackheartbiohazards

🔸Sexual content in fiction should not be treated as worse or more terrible to write or to read about than violent content in fiction.

🔸Normalizing, trivializing and even glorifying violence in fictional content-- while othering, and villainizing sexual content-- is fucked up.

🔸The idea that someone is more likely to act on sexual thoughts and desires than they are to act on violent thoughts and desires is rape culture in action.

🔸There is nothing magical about sexual violence that makes it more immoral or worse to portray in fiction or to discuss than non-sexual violence.

🔸There is nothing magic about sexual fictional content or sexual thoughts that make them more irresistible than violent content or violent thoughts.

🔸There is nothing worse about portraying sexual content in fiction than violence. There is nothing worse about portraying sexual violence in fiction than non-sexual violence.

🔸There is nothing worse about "romanticizing" sexual violence in fiction than there is about romanticizing non-sexual violence in fiction.

🔸An author does not need to use their fiction to hold their audience's hand and tell them that violence is wrong.

🔸An author does not need to use their fiction to hold their audience's hand and tell them that sexual violence is wrong.

totally-not-here-for-the-smut

I was thinking back to the first time I played The Arcana -2018 or something-. I had some cool theories about the whole murder mistery, I wonder whether to write about it or not... anyway, here they are!

My early guesses about The Arcana

-Nadia killed Lucio to help herself and Vesuvia after the plague affair. He was just too bad of a ruler to be left on the throne, and that was the only way.

-MC killed Lucio, not with the body-stealing thing, but a legit magical murder because he did something bad to Asra, Muriel or Julian. It was so funny that MC was, in fact, the detective and narrator as well. Very Roger Acroyd style, aunt Agatha would have loved it.

-Asra and Portia were going to end up together. They really looked like a cute couple, and I still think they make an awesome ship.

- Julian would have been some serious, actual threat. Not the murderer, really, but a sorta antihero, villain-to-lover thing. Not the cutie patootie, drama queen comic relief (still, I love him as he is).

-MC was the one who put marks on people. This, along with the "I killed Lucio" story, would have made the MC a some kind of ex-villain, or puppeteer at least.

- Muriel was someone who had infos about who killed Lucio. A sort of "silent guardian of truth" who followed around the MC to make sure they wouldn’t do any more bad things.

- Lucio was MC's lover. MC dated him only to get close and then kill him.

Still, I loved the game, but I hoped for something less "cuties-wholesome people who lost their memories" and more like "someone here is kinda of an asshole, and maybe nobody is actually innocent".

Did/do you have any early guesses in the game?

fox-daddies

Because of the ad I got, I thought before playing the game, I'd get to torture Julian, or at least make him beg.

I thought Lucio killed Mc himself like tied the hangman noose using Mc's own words in chapter 1 of Julian's route. from the way Asra acted so aggressive about him and wanted to get away from the castle with Mc. The memory of Muriel asking Asra not to go to the castle because of Lucio. He kinda did, but way less personal than I thought. Didn't think it would be by his own hands but something he'd forget.

I thought Nadia would be the worst route. I mean a route purely about a conspiracy and worse boring politics. Yawn.

She's my second, if not favorite, route.

On the same note, I thought Julian would be interesting, then Mc fell for him and got broken up with within 4 chapters, and I was like, 'nope' something about immediately being in a relationship with someone who you just meet for the forth time, second without it involving a break in. Then breaking up and actually being sad about it? My aro ass is like,'Who cares if he broke up with you? You only dated for half a day, and even then, it wasn't official?' Then Mc was sad and I was left going

I thought each route would have the same ritual and that we'd just be learning more about this ritual and each moving part from different people.

I.E. How the rich dealt with it and her sleep to gain more power than they actually have - Nadia

Magical hishaps and consequences, wtf - Asra

Legal and moral dilemma around killing someone - Julian

Social consequences of having magic be the problem - Portia

Why Lucio was bad and needed to be stopped along with how this ritual broke friendships apart - Muriel

Not paying back deals is a bad thing?!?!?! - Lucio

Or something like that.

I didn't think Julian would be a theater kid.

strawboobi-deactivated20240430

Carved: A Sapphic Arcana Tale.

Chapters 1 & 2

Summary: If she asked to carve her initials into your skin, would you let her? Possessive girlfriend and countess, Nadia Satrinava, may be a little overbearing at times, but it's only because she loves you so much - too much.

Fem!Reader, Kn!fe Play, Slow Burn, Established Relationship, Eventual Smut, Manipulative GF, Possessive GF, Some Fluff, Stalking, Lots of Pet Names, Branding

*I do not own any characters from the arcana franchise, and I do not credit any of these behaviors as canon*

You knew it was late, much later than the time that you had told your girlfriend, Nadia, that you’d be home. You had gone out with some friends to catch-up, and despite her initial protests, Nadia had agreed to let you go without any accompanying guards or her own presence. It had felt strange at first, being at a bar with nobody to remind you to sit-up straight or to escort you to the bathroom, but after a while you found yourself lost in the excitement of the evening. Your friends cheered as another round of drinks was ordered. You’d already had two shots which normally would be your limit, but one more hadn’t seemed like such a bad idea. That is, until you realized that you had, in fact, had four shots and one miscellaneous drink.

Your cheeks burned with tipsy heat as you made your way to the front gates of the castle. It had to be at least 1:00 a.m. by now. The windows of the building looked dark, yet the stained glass imagery still glittered in the moonlight. A wavering image of lotus flowers and other things that Nadia had found interesting at the time of the castle’s remodeling. She always had an eye for noticing the finer things, it was one of ideals that had brought you two together. You had met during the open market three years prior, you, a palm-reader sat cross-legged in your makeshift tent, and Nadia, head wrapped so that you could only see the blazing ruby hue of her eyes. During her reading, which was meant to help her understand the headaches she’d be having, she began to trace patterns onto the back of your hand with her thumb. She whispered, “I sense that you have been reading palms for quite some time. You need a break. You are tired,” and she was right. After that, you two left the tent together, and from there it was, well, history.

The castle gate opens automatically at your touch, one of the enchantments Nadia had done, and the hinges creak quietly as the iron settles. You begin to walk, shuffling silently through the gardens, heading towards the looming double doors. You huff out a breath, grateful that nobody is around to have caught you, yet. As you ascend the staircase your eyes widen. You pause, foot perched on the stoop of the final step. Your nose inhales and exhales rapidly on its own. You sniff widely like a dog trying to decode the scent. What on earth could be producing such a delicate smell as this hour? The flowers are hardly in bloom at this time of year, and there isn’t a breeze to carry in a scent from the city. No, you know this smell. It is the same one that you go to bed to, the scent you wake up to. It is Jasmine and Lavender. It is a perfume. It is Nadia.

You freeze, hoping that your intuition is wrong, but it never is. Slowly lifting your gaze, you find yourself staring at the round window directly above the castle door. The window is cracked, and from the darkness inside you can scarcely make out a ruby iris, trained solely on you. The window opens with a slowness that you are certain is intentional, and Nadia steps out of the shadows, her face going from shadowed to luminescent. She truly is the most beautiful woman in all of Vesuvia. She does not move, but her eyebrow raises slightly. She parts her lips, “Come,” she demands, “Meet me in the dining area. I’ve prepared something special for tonight,” she whispers at the end of her sentence, and you suddenly become aware of the goosebumps that have arisen on the back of your neck. Nadia retreats, the window slamming shut behind her. “Fuck,” you curse under your breath. Nadia is not one to indulge in late night sweets, unless that sweet is you, but something in the way she spoke, the stone features of her face, lead you to believe that she is not in the mood for sweetness tonight. You place a palm against the door, taking in its hand-carved grain. Your stomach clenches and releases. “Carved,” the word settles over you like a blanket, yet you cannot understand why. “Better not keep her waiting,” you mumble, taking another breath before pushing the door open.

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The door hisses as it closes, sending an eerie echo bouncing from the walls of the spacious entrance. You swallow. Normally, Nadia would have at least two night attendants and a handful of guards present within the castle at night. “You can never be too safe, sweetheart,” she would coo as she kissed your nose. Your safety was always her top priority alongside her own, so for you to pass by countless empty posts as you progress to the kitchen is all but comforting. “Nadi,” you shout, your voice wavering and meek. “Nads?” You shout a little louder, hoping that she’ll respond. Instead, you hear your voice repeated back to you by the shadows, and again the hairs on your neck rise. “Carved,” the word circles your brain, begging you to unwrap it as you round the last corner to the dining room.

A faint light emits like dying embers beneath the door to the dining room. Nadia must have lit candles. Maybe the power’s gone out? Yet, that wouldn’t explain the lack of chambermaids or guards. Nadia would have probably had more of them around if an outage were the case. Perhaps she would even be in the city, giving out candles to her people. No. Something is off here. You approach the door, another tall frame that makes you feel surprisingly small in its presence. You raise your hand, knocking lightly three times.

“Nadi, are you in here?” You open the door just enough to stick your head inside, peering as your eyes adjust to the addition of a little light. There, in the farthest seat at the head of an empty dining table, is Nadia. She is wearing her casual attire, a teal shawl hanging loosely around her shoulders. Chandra, her owl familiar, sits perched on the woman’s steady finger, preening herself against her owner’s nose. “Nadia,” you whisper, and suddenly both the woman and the familiar are looking at you with distaste. Chandra lets out of a high-pitched screech, flapping her wings before taking flight. She soars at you with what seems like fury, before swooping up towards the high ceiling, and making her way out of the cracked door. You’d barely had time to process your own stumbling into the room before Nadia speaks.

Her voice comes out like molten honey, “Well, well, look who found her way back home.”

“Listen,” You begin. “I know I am so late getting back, and I truly am sorry. I had a few drinks, and I lost track of time. I know that you were probably worried sick, but baby, I’m fine. See?” You gesture to your finger proudly.

Nadia’s shoulders level and then lower. The tension her brow creases away, and for a moment, she is relaxed. You are ok, and she was worried. She’d begun folding and unfolding the blankets as the night grew darker, awaiting your return. Your safety, however, was not enough to satisfy her. Not when there was something you were holding out on telling her.

“I may not be a palm-reader, darling, but I know when you’re lying to me,” She says. “What’s got you so happy tonight, hm?” Her voice goes up at the end of her sentence, and a thin smile tugs at the corner of her lips.

“Nothing,” You say.

Nadia is pleased with this answer. Her smirk blooms into a full-on grin, then a chuckle, and in seconds she is belly laughing with her mouth agape. The sound is like a siren song, yet the image makes you feel dizzy.

“Nothing?” She spits, all traces of joy gone from her expression. “You mean to tell me that, first, you’re going to be late, and then you’re going to pretend like I don’t know about the woman from the bar?”

You place a hand over your stomach, suddenly aware of the space between the two of you. Nadia still sits at one end of the ivory table, and you stand trembling at the other. “How on earth does she know,” You think to yourself.

“Well,” She muses, pulling you from your thoughts. “I am going to ask you that question again, and this time I want you to lie with some confidence,”

She slides the chair away from the table, standing with her hands folded at her front. Grace oozes from her posture, yet her eyes have narrowed onto you, urging you to say nothing other than what she already knows. You open your mouth to speak.

“You said that she was a flirt for tips, yet you tip her well. 20 extra coins for a lemon blueberry cocktail?” She questions.

“Nadia, that girl means nothing to me. I hardly know her,” You retort. “I barely ever leave your side, not that I want to, but you can’t seriously think that I’m having an affair with the bartender,”

“That girl,” She begins to laugh quietly again. “That girl is the same person who looks at you as if you are a freshly made creme brulee. That girl has not made a single effort to look you in the eye. That girl thinks your tits are a welcome mat, and you are all but closing the door in her face,” She huffs, a stray strand of hair falling into her eyes.

“Nadi,”

“Oh, no, I’m not done,” She speaks excitedly. “Your friend, Pasha, dropped off your bag about an hour ago. She said that when she left, you were nowhere to be seen,”

She starts towards you. “Where were you, sweetheart? Was someone mewing and whining while that tasteless bitch fingered her in the bathroom?”

“We did not have sex,”

“Then what did you do?”

“She,” You swallow. “She cornered me as I was in the bathroom. I was leaning against the sink. I hadn’t realized how much I’d had to drink, and I was feeling sick. She brought me some water, rubbed my back, and stayed with me until I was sober enough to walk back home,”

“Did she walk you home?”

“No,” You’re offended. How could she think that you let another woman anywhere near the place where the two of you live? No, you couldn’t let her talk to you this way when nothing even happened between you and that girl.

“Nadia,” Your voice is stern. “I don’t think that I deserve to be spoken to this way. You act like I just cheated on you when I was busy trying not to pass out in a public bathroom. What happened to caring about my safety?”

“Your safety?” She asks in confusion. “Your safety was abandoned when you left the house without me or an escort,”

“I do not need an escort. I adore you and the life that we live, but I am a grown woman, Nadia,” You throw up your hands as your cheeks heat up.

You turn, putting your back to the woman you love. Nadia has seen you cry a dozen times before, but she doesn’t deserve to see you weak, not after being the reason you feel such a way. You sniffle. The back of your throat burns like you just downed liquor, and the shots from earlier still haven’t fully worn off. You sit onto the floor, putting your head in between your knees. You hear timid footsteps approaching from behind you, but you don’t bother to look.

“Lovergirl,” Nadia calls sweetly. “You know I have a tendency to overreact, and I fear I may have done it again.

“Lucky guess,” you mumble, voice raspy from holding back tears. “You never give me a chance to explain myself. S’not fair Nadi,”

“I know, and I apologize, but when she placed her head so close to your face, I got angry. Realistically, she was probably checking your pupils to see if you were sobering up, but I wasn’t thinking clearly at the time,”

She does have a tendency to overreact, but - wait a minute.

You get to your feet in an instant. The liquor hits you all over again as you nearly slump back onto the floor. Nadia catches you by the arm, steadying you. You pull yourself from her grasp, causing her to jump.

“How did you know that?” Your eyes are crazy, and you’re aware of how much of a drunken mess you must seem at the moment.

Nadia looks alarmed. “Know what?” She averts her eyes to the painting on the wall. It is of her ex husband, Lucio, he sneers in the photo and Nadia closes her eyes, squeezing them tightly.

“You followed me to the bar, didn’t you?” You snort. “You just couldn’t trust me for once? Seriously, Nads? After three years you still find it necessary to treat me like a child. Worse, you treat me like a cheater. I wash your hair, cook you dinner, make time for Chandra, and you can’t even trust me to go out on my own?”

“Then why did you do it?”

“Do what!?” You’re shouting at this point. The words filled the room in a thunderous rage.

“Kiss her,”

“What? I didn’t-”

“You did,” Her voice cracks. “You don’t remember it, but before she started checking your pupils, you kissed her. Perhaps, she kissed you. Either way, it was brief, and it happened. It may have even been an accident, but for a split second your lips brushed hers,”

“Nadia,” You start and then stop. Did you accidentally kiss the bartender? Were you really that drunk or is she just trying to gain your sympathy for her actions? At this point, you didn’t care. Your legs felt like lead, your head hurt, and all you wanted to curl up with her beneath your silken sheets.

“Nads,” You try again, “I can’t remember a lot of what happened tonight, but if what you’re saying is true, then I am deeply sorry. I will sleep on the sofa for the next month if it makes you feel better,”

“You know I only overreacted because I care about you. Right? I don’t want you to get hurt, or worse I don’t want to have to hurt that girl,”

She places her hands on your shoulders, pulling you into her. You let her do it. Your head finds its place on her chest as your arms snake around her waist. She rests her head on top of yours, rocking you slowly.

She continues, “But you did lie to me whether you realize it or not, and I can’t let this one mistake slide. Who knows what would happen if you went unpunished?”

As her words hit your ears, you feel the urge to run. You drop your arms from around her, lifting your head as you struggle to break free. Unfortunately, your girlfriend is taller and stronger than you both physically and magically. You find yourself bound to the spot, unable to lift a finger. She backs away from you, placing the two of you a couple centimeters apart. She bends down to be eye-level with you.

“You can run all you want, but you best believe that you’ll be bound and gagged on the floor before you ever make it out of this castle,” She speaks so nicely, yet her words are pitifully true.

She circles you. “I’ll ask you this only once. Do you want me to let you go?”

You want to say yes. You want to go to bed and pretend that this is a dream, but you know better than to disobey the countess of Vesuvia.

“No,” you whisper.

“Lovely choice, darling. Now go get the knife,”

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This is my first real attempt at writing a fanfiction, so please don't roast me at the stake. Do let me know what you think so far, and drop some predictions for our future chapters.

totally-not-here-for-the-smut

Okay, this Nadia is twisted and I LOVE IT. Seriously, it's great. I would adore to see a "damnation arc/reverse ending" that turns a character into an ACTUAL villain. Idk why, but it got me in since the first paragraph. Straight into my evil strong women mental moodboard.

You should REALLY keep writing, my pal. It's wonderful.

fox-daddies

Will not lose this again

#the arcana #tw: abuse #if you're not disturbed by it you should read it #nadia the arcana #nadia angst #nadia x mc

I have no regrets.

Original vvvv

#the arcana game #the arcana #mc kyle #mc hunter #mc Bluebell #the arcana shitpost #shitpost #nsfw #mild nsfw #Youtube

piracypiranha

I want to fuck a tarot card

fox-daddies

I once called them bondage bird to my mum when showing her my tarot cards and felt the need to show her what he looks like in the game so she didn't think I was calling a random bird bondage bird.

#the arcana game #the hanged man #the arcana confessons #no regrets #I also called it 'the furry tarot cards'#I still do sometimes

totally-not-here-for-the-smut

Too late, too tired, too pointlessly caffeinated given the time it is here but nonetheless I have a dumbsmut idea and im gonna write it bc my blog my rules

SO HERE IS A PERSONAL 100% ACCURATE RANK OF [♤!!!dongs ahead!!!♤]