Jan 7, 2020
Originally uploaded to my Arcana fanblog, @vesuviaistoodamnhot , featuring my OCs for the Spring Wedding thing
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Originally uploaded to my Arcana fanblog, @vesuviaistoodamnhot , featuring my OCs for the Spring Wedding thing
The Arcana Chapters, According to a Very Tired MC
Chapter I: Asra come back there are too many strangers in my house
Chapter II: Does anybody else wanna give me cryptic advice?
Chapter III: Kinda feel like I’m having a death dream. An impossibly extravagant death dream where I say goodbye to everyone I know, meet some mythical creatures, and drown in a fountain
Chapter IV: oh my god oh my god oh my god
Chapter V: Flirt with everyone.
Love interests as Animal Crossing villagers, plus my apprentices and Noori.
#7 A Scared Kiss for @justfortuna
“Julian!”
He’d fallen overboard, swept out to sea in the blink of an eye, and they had dived after him without pausing to think of the danger.
When they washed ashore after being thoroughly battered by waves, Arsenal all but tackled him, pinning him to the sand with their weight and kissing him breathless (not a difficult feat, considering the near-drowning.)
He interrupted by laughing.
“I don’t...see what’s funny about this,” Arsenal panted, smiling in spite of themself.
Julian gestured widely, eyes bright behind the hair plastered to his face.
“Just you, darling. My dear love, land-dweller extraordinaire, leaping into the ocean after an experienced sailor, almost drowning, and then stealing my breath away yourself. Are you sure you aren’t a siren?”
They snorted as he waggled his eyebrows, then leaned in to give him a gentler, less terrified kiss.
“Hush.”
@lovelikeyoursfest Day 6 - Nothing Can Harm You
It's easier, a bit, to weather the storm of the mind in another's arms. The nightmares seem farther away, the ghosts quieter beneath hushed promises of safety and love.
"It's alright. You're okay. I'm here."
When he comes home, exhausted and distraught, and falls into them, their touch makes it easier to breathe. When he finds them, paralyzed in the middle of a task and staring at their hands as though they belong to a stranger, he sits with them and reminds them that they're real.
It doesn't change the fact that they sometimes feel that their body isn't their own. It won't save the dying or bring back the dead. But it's easier, a little, to face the hardships side-by-side.
@lovelikeyoursfest Day 7 - Play It Again, Sam
“You don’t have to use it, obviously, but since Asra moved out, there’s more space in the closet, and I thought it might be easier to leave some things here just in case, so you don’t have to always go back to your house, and, uh, why are you smiling like that?”
@lovelikeyoursfest Day 5 - The Day to Day Bliss
“You look like a drowned lion,” Arsenal says, teasing but fond. Julian smiles back, leaning into the hand they place on his stage makeup’d face.
“That’s an idea,” he murmurs. He gives the huge, bronze wig on his head a single fluff before pulling it off and freeing his own mussed hair. “Remind me to write that character when I can see straight.” He drops the wig and tilts his head, and they meet him in the middle.
He’s just getting comfortable in the gentle embrace when they pull away with a curious noise.
“Did you forget to set your makeup?”
He blinks. There is crimson lipstick on their mouth, clearly transferred from his own. He bites back a laugh.
“Must’ve slipped my mind. Opening night jitters, and all that.”
They’re kissing him again before he realizes it, first on his lips, then his chin, then his neck. He sighs, practically melting against them as they smear lipstick down his chest.
“Arsenal...”
They pull back, smoothing his costume and smiling up at him.
“Go wash up. I’ll have dinner warmed and coffee on when you’re done.”
He hurries up the stairs, energy renewed.
@lovelikeyoursfest Day 4 - Fiery Kind of Love
Arsenal rarely makes the first move, and when they do, it's with a word, or a look, so when they drag him out of the bar by the collar and shove him against the rough wall of the alley, he's thrilled and surprised.
He tries to sound nonchalant when he asks, "Come here often?"
Arsenal snorts, that special blend of irritation and desire all over their face. They run an absent thumb over his pulse point, and he gasps when their hand carefully encircles his throat.
"All the time. It's my partner's favourite."
"Your partner has good taste," he replies, eyes slipping shut.
"Mm." They dig their thumbs into his ever-tense shoulders and he lets out a groan that melts into a sigh as they work their way down his arms, pushing his shirt down to his elbows in the process. "He's gorgeous, too." They run teasing fingers over his collar bones before letting them dip to his stomach, gently tugging the hair there and pulling a moan from him. "And so smart."
"Really?" he manages airily. "I think I'd like to meet this fell--oh!"
His whole body jerks when he feels their leg slip between his. Temporarily unbalanced, he grasps at them and slumps further down the wall, pulling them with him until they're nose-to-nose and he can feel their heartbeat, nearly as frantic as his.
Arsenal's hand is in his hair, teeth on his neck, knee at his crotch--he lets out a very undignified noise and sinks his fingers into the softness of their hips. They growl appreciatively as he tries to catch his breath.
"I, uh--d-darling--"
All at once they withdraw, planting a chaste kiss on his lips and drawing his coat over his shoulders. They pull him to his feet (he sways, bewildered,) brush him off, and smile, though heat still dances in their eyes.
"Ready to go home?"
"My--mine's closer. Please."