#the arcana apprentice

[abesetacringe]

imagine waking up from a coma and having to process this

[nepenthesfreak]

I gotta make up for all the arcana art i didn't make in 2019

oooghhh I need him so bad

[magdahlia]

— asra alnazar

the magician

(commissions open!)

[garbage-creature]

I really hope this fandom isn't dead bc it's literally the goat

I TRIED to replicate the games art style

[linaisbluepancake]

The haunted palace wing

[flatchestka]

Something about how fast the night changes

Back to posting #thearcanagame !! I already kinda posted about rosemary’s lore before, but I basically had this thought that what if she actually grew up in the streets w/ muriel and asra. She’s the sole survivor of her village and they found each other when asra and muriel saw her being trafficked in the sunken district. Of course they end up saving her, after that they became sort of a roughed up lil family. Orphans staying and sticking together, no matter what. Rosemary then gets adopted by the owner of the magic shop (who took interest in her when she saw potential in rosemary’s magical prowess) and the rest is history.

Rosemary protected them both back when they used to live in the streets, but now she has two big protectors who would do anything for her (oh how the turn tables YNHNHNHNj). I plan on expanding their childhood lore more, I HOPE I get to actually start on that short rosemary comic ive planned SINCE 2021 GOSH CAN YALLS BELIEVE THAT?! cus I definitely cant lol.

Here are the actual colored designs:

Cutiepies!! UGH!!!!!!!

[jvlimefry]

”I’ll take a thousand scars before I let anything happen to you.” 🐻🌲

[cloud-ette]

The Arcana boys and what body part they love to kiss/worship the most?

OH MY YES- and I think I will add where they love to be worshipped the most mueheheh

ɪꜰ ɪ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴜᴘ ɪɴ ᴘᴀʀᴀᴅɪꜱᴇ

Julian

ꫂ ၴႅၴ Your arms. Julian takes his time to cover in kisses your neck and chest or rub the nose against your inner thighs, but the main recipients of his devotion are your arms. The way they gently wrap around his body when you welcome him back home, keeping him safe and sheltered from every sorrow and trouble; their softness and warmth against his skin, and more than anything, how you open them whenever you see him: he is your biggest treasure, they shout it a million times, so he doesn't have any chance to resist and not melt under the sun of your love. If you give him free rein, he will spend uncountable hours caressing and peppering in kisses every inch of them, to thank you for being in his life.

ꕤ His back. Julian has a really sensitive body and every touch, whenever it lands, awakes a full storm of sensations; but not as much as when you focus your attention on his back. He gasps and jolts every time your fingers traces delicate paths on his skin, burying the face against the pillow or into his own hands, and how loud he moans as soon as your nails sink into the flesh or scratch it enough to leave red marks...

The thing he loves the most is when you approach him while he's sit working at his desk, and you press yourself against his back and rub the cheeks against it, or lift his shirt to leave a soft trail of kisses down his spine; your affection and desire for him rolls against the doctor like a gentle wave, and he stops whatever he's doing to live the moment at its fullest, grabbing your hands and holding them against his heart, the sweetest smile on his face. "Keep going, darling, you make me feel so alive..."

Muriel

ꫂ ၴႅၴ Your cheeks. Muriel has a real weakness for them, from the first moment he meets you: are they as soft, smooth and rosy as they seem? No trick added? ... For real?

He is tempted to poke them and see what happens, and this strange pull doesn't leave his chest; the opposite, since the more time he spends by your side and see how you puff your cheeks out when you pretend to be angry, or how deeply they can become red when you are flustered or laughing, the more he wants to stroke them with the back of his hands, slowly and tenderly. At some point, he would do anything to feel them under his fingers; so, when you two become close enough to allow yourselves some intimacy, he takes his time savoring the sensation of finally being able to touch your face, marveling at the warmth of your skin and blushing madly for how much you are smiling - and only for him. "...... Your cheeks are so hot now..."

"So they are burning... or do you find them irresistible?"

His shocked expression speaks by itself, and you cannot hold back a loud laugh. What a cutie... "You are so sweet... stroke them forever, please."

The moment you say it, Muriel loses what little control left in him, and his lips meets your cheeks again and again, pouring on them all the sweet, deep feelings he has for you; and it is only the beginning. Just wait to see what happens from now on.

ꕤ His hands. Every second you spend kissing them, your soft lips worshipping or teasing his fingers and palms; every moment you bring them to your face or on your body or simply hold them in yours, his heart skips a bit and a soft warmth spreads into his chest, and Muriel has to avert the gaze to not start moaning.

Those hands did horrible, terrible things, were tools for carnage, pain and death; he even arrived to the point of hating them, despising himself even more...

But then you came. You entered his life and choose to stay, and everything changed: you were not scared by them, and instead you took every opportunity to hold them; you were always kind to him and to them, caressing every callus and line with your characteristic gentle touch, softly blowing on his palms to make him laugh; and whenever you looked for them, asking for their caresses, for their protection...

How... and why... why something that brought the darkest desperation, still holds the power to bring such happiness as the one reflected in your eyes?

Sometimes, the boy still doesn't have the complete answer to this mystery; so he listens to you and what you have to say on the matter, leaving behind another ghost as soon as your fingers intertwine or do the hand-kissing, asking for a sweet dance.