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「Guidelines」

Updated - April 2026

General Guidelines:

No hate, no drama. Not from me or from you, please. 🙏

While I am a 21+ user, I can’t regulate the ages of those visiting the blog, so let’s keep this a safe space in and out of the comments.

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Inbox Queue:

I typically go through my inbox in the order that requests come in. In time, I’ll answer. With that said, it may take me some time (like a few months). I don’t have plans to close my ask box because you guys generate good ideas! If you want a request completed sooner, please mention it in the ask. I’ll move it up in the queue.

If I ever decline, I mean no disrespect. It either didn’t follow the guildlines, or I didn’t trust myself to address it appropriately, especially if it’s a serious topic. Everyone should have boundaries. 🫶

Request Guidelines:

Genre: Horror, fantasy, modern, AU… anything is fine!

Topics: Any topic is welcomed - serious or silly. I’m a fan of information, so I enjoy researching unfamiliar topics. Never be worried about making a request. It won’t anger or offed me. The worse that can happen is I’ll say no or rephrase the question.

Dark Content: (harm, EDs, mental health, violence, etc.) I’m okay with discussing these types of topics in a general sense. However, I won’t go into graphic detail, and I won’t write anything that encourages or glorifies it. If it’s in there just to make the story “cool” or “dramatic”, then it’s not happening. There needs to be a reason for it, and it needs to be discussed tastefully. For example, I’ll talk about struggles MC/M6 could face due to mental health, but I won’t write about toxic or abusive pairings. If anything is serious enough, I’ll put trigger warnings in the title.

Romance Content: I won’t write anything that’s explicit or NSFW. I will write sensual, non-explicit content, like love language, general affection, physical attraction, kisses, etc. A safe estimate would be PG-13.

Controversial Content: Spirituality, sexuality, politics, stuff like that… I’m open to exploring these topics, again, in a general sense. The Arcana is a really rich world, so I feel it’s a bit of a disservice to not explore it. However, I don’t want to turn it into a fight, nor do I want any person or group of people to face any sort of negativity or harm. I’ll definitely be more careful in choosing what and how I write. For this type of content, I’ll ask that the setting remain in the original Arcana world, instead of a modern AU. Let’s keep it fictional.

Your OC’s: Yes, please! I’m always happy to write about your OC’s, so please, ask away. I’m open to non-apprentice MC content as well, since my own main MC is a non-apprentice. For more personal requests, just DM me.

Side Characters: Yes, please! I’m happy to write for them.

Abstract: I don’t see this happen much in fanfiction, but I just want to put it out there… I’m open to writing about deep character analysis, sociology of Vesuvia, linguistics in the Arcana world, countries outside of Vesuvia, how the magic would work… If I could daydream for a living, I would. I would be happy to share my thoughts on abstract topics.

Non-Headcanon Prompts: These are welcome! I’m happy to write a blurb off of a prompt. It just might take me more time.

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Hi! Thanks for the ask and for the wait! I did an ask kinda similar to this for a kid/teenager MC, so here's the link if you're interested in that, too. :)) have a great day/evening as well!

The Arcana Headcanons 「MC who Grew Up like Asra/Muriel」

Asra

His heart is torn in two, but Asra refuses to show it.

He understands that people mean well, but one of his pet peeves is the sympathy that people show when they hear about his upbringing. Sure, it wasn’t a lifestyle by choice, but he made the best of it. He doesn’t appreciate people treating his experience like blemishes on his public record. 

“I had a different life, but my life was no lesser than anyone else’s.”

Asra hopes you do the same. They want you to understand that nothing and no one defines you in life except yourself. You make you. Their emotional detachment isn’t a lack of sympathy, rather it’s to provide you a space to grow without the shadow of the docks. Nonetheless, when you need to talk about it, they’ll listen. The magician has really mastered the balance of healing from trauma without feeding into it. 

Besides Asra, you also have two loving parents, as well as a gaggle of snakes to call family now. I don’t know if Salim and Aisha could ever fully stop feeling like they failed Asra. In some ways, helping you is a surrogate for helping the child they left behind.

Julian

Julian knows what it’s like to grow up without a house or a home. However, he was blessed enough to have a village of grandmothers rescue him from the mire. Yes, he wants to be that for you, because truly, he doesn’t know where he would be without them. 

Nonetheless, Julian also knows that there is power in the blood (hence the leech obsession…). No matter how many good people have come into his life, no matter how many good things they’ve done for him… Julian always senses a tinge of loneliness. 

“Everyone means the world to me, but that doesn’t mean I don’t miss my parents.”

With that said, he never expects to replace the family that you should have had, nor does he confuse your mourning as a lack of appreciation for him. 

Meanwhile, Mazelinka has made it her personal mission to chase away the sadness with a sailor’s tongue, wooden spoon, and a pot of something good. Sure, she’s tough, but not tough enough to erase the image of that red-head boy holding his sister next to the wreckage every time she looks at you.

Nadia

Nadia takes personal responsibility for anyone in her care, but it’s more than an obligation to care for you. It’s a privilege. 

I’m sure many have warned her about taking in “someone like you.” They questioned your intentions, swearing up and down that you’ll use her, but Nadia cannot forget the little face staring starry-eyed beneath the docks when her carriage passed through. 

“It’s shameful that you admired me when I allowed you to live like that beneath my ruling.”

Within reason, anything you need or want is yours - that goes for her, as well as her family. You have a host of people at your disposal, and none of them question your place among them. They love you intuitively, and they trust that you love them just the same. You are their equal.

Muriel

Like Asra, Muriel doesn’t show much emotion towards your living situation. While the past hurts, you can still heal. He doesn’t want to linger on the trauma so much that it becomes a crutch. 

“You can’t move forward unless you turn away from it.”

But, trust me, he understands your pain, your hunger, your fatigue, and your loneliness. He wants you to succeed, but success doesn’t always justify the journey you’ve had to traverse. 

He wants to alleviate some of the burden for you, so that you don’t get desperate and people don’t take advantage. He’s certainly honored to support you until you can support yourself. Even then, I don’t think Muriel could ever really let go of your company. You’d always be welcome in his home, and that’s a pretty rare feat. 

Portia

Come here. Get under her arm. Time to tuck you in.

Empty bellies are outlawed in the Devorak cottage. Nighttime is meant for soft pillows and sweet dreams, while mornings hold no better promise than fresh pastries. 

If Portia could open her home to the whole port of Vesuvia, she would. 

“But one will have to do, and you’re a very special one!”

She fully believes that this is only a minor setback in your lifelong journey, and she makes sure that you know it. Portia knows she doesn’t have much, but she’s really willing to give all she has. She’ll get you a job at the palace if you want, or she’ll help fund whatever future you desire to chase. In a way, she sees herself in you. She remembers first arriving in Vesuvia with nothing to her name, desperate to piece her past together and build a future.

Lucio

Ah, feeling the heat now, aren’t we, Lucio?

The guilt trip is strong. Looking at you is like looking into the flames of hell. He knows that Vesuvia would be in a much better state if he didn’t act like a fool during his reign. That little worm in his brain floods him with “what if’s”. Would your life have been different if it wasn’t for him?

“Well, it could certainly be different if you did something now.”

He doesn’t remember which one of his reluctant companions offered the snippy quip, but they weren’t wrong. Late is better than never.

Lucio does his best. He’s fantastic at providing material goods, but the emotional support takes a while to come through. The guilt trip doesn’t help. He doesn’t want to seem like he’s trying to win your favor, but he knows deep down that he is.

Heyoo! Something short but (hopefully) sweet! 🐦‍🔥

The Arcana Headcanons 「MC w/ Phoenix Familiar」

Asra

Rebirth from ashes? Immortal flames?

“Sounds right up your alley.”

Asra is so, so proud of all you’ve conquered and become, and your familiar is a symbol of that journey. Anytime they catch sight of it in the sky, they can’t help but blow a kiss.

Ironically, Asra leans towards water magic, so I wonder if there’s a bit of a clash there? He would find it terribly endearing to be paired so perfectly with an opposite.

Julian

With all the lore he’s accumulated in his travels, I think that Julian has acquired a deep fascination for any mythological being. A phoenix would definitely be at the top of his list - do we remember his masquerade outfit?

He thinks that it’s a high honor to have such a creature call you their own. Surely, it’s a testament to who you are as a person, and he finds the image of Malak and the phoenix perching beside each other a hilarious representation of who you are as a couple.

Nadia

Mildly concerned about another magical fire breaking out at the palace…

Nadia is all about aesthetics, and your familiar is certainly abundant in them. However, our lady is not tone deaf, and she senses that the beauty goes far deeper than the plumage.

It is more than a pretty thing to ogle, and it’s not a party trick for her next masquerade. There’s a particular regality about your familiar - a distinct, ancient honor. She beholds the creature with utmost respect and privacy. The people are bound to make this a spectacle, and she’s running a country not a circus.

Muriel

Only you can prevent forest fires, Muriel.

He’s also considered the possibility of a fire breaking out. Muriel’s generally cautious, but not because of the fire. Familiars are sentient beings, and Muriel doesn’t want to get off on the wrong foot with yours.

The power over life and death is not something to take lightly. A phoenix is offered it inherently, and Muriel sees that as an indicator of great virtue.

“Not everyone is trusted with that kind of thing.”

And that complement extends to you, as you are the master of this being.

Portia

Very, very enamoured. Portia and the phoenix are truly kindred spirits. However, there is a particular grace to the phoenix that Portia never expected to associate with fire.

It’s certainly given her food for thought. I think Portia often struggles to identify with her softer attributes, as if she could only be labeled a toughie with her disposition.

The phoenix is elegant and harmonious while embodying its power, which helps her believe that she can be just as much a softie as she is a scallywag.

Lucio

Lucio was all for it until he got first-hand experience with the fire magic. Trauma has entered the building.

However, Lucio’s kink is power dynamics, and there’s something about the way you’ve harnessed that power that whips him to the floor. It’s hot - literally and metaphorically.

Thanks to everyone who's been so patient as I go through my inbox. I promise that I haven't forgotten and that I'm not ignoring your ask. I'm just being as slow as a snail... Thanks for sticking around to read them. 🐌🩵

The Arcana Headcanons 「M6 Celebrating their Own Birthdays」

Asra

Although Asra never really needs an excuse, this is kind of the perfect excuse for a lazy day. Anything that has to do with propriety and productivity is on hold. Time to be fantastically at the whims of whimsy. 

Lounging. Napping. Daydreaming. They’re not getting up until noon, and don’t expect any real food until dinner. That’s when he goes to see his parents. Aisha still has his favorites memorized, and any new recipe has been added to the books. Even the familiars have a little cake for dessert. Asra never expects gifts, but Salim manages to find some strange, forsaken magical instrument that looks promising at blowing up the shop. 

Afterwards, it’s time for board games, as well as a bit of tea and gossip. They want as many of their loved ones there as possible - maybe at the shop, maybe at the palace. Asra has spent so many birthdays alone, so truly this is the greatest gift. They don't want to be the center of attention, rather they want to bask in the aimless chatter of familiar company. If anything, they’ll probably doze off on the pillows for nap #4.

And please please please join him, as no day of whimsy is complete without a full set of cuddles. You’ve given him a home to return to and a heart to behold. Asra knows he wouldn’t be celebrating anything without you. 

Julian

It does feel strange to take a day for himself, and unless you force him to sit down, he’ll probably end up doing some form of work. However, I think at the end of the day, Julian would sincerely ask to spend his birthday helping the community that helped him get to his next birthday, so there would have to be a bit of compromise. A day of work, and a night of play. 

Send him off with a full belly of pancakes and a kiss on the cheek - those are his favorites. Throughout the day, I imagine the South Enders bringing him gifts - grandmas with jars of jelly and children with bouquets of wildflowers. It certainly brings him home with his eyes a little redder and his voice a little softer. Now, it’s time for Mazelinka and Portia to get a hold of him. Dinner - Nevivon style. Everyone is invited. Julian does enjoy everyone’s conversation and companionship, but it’s the return of his sister’s company that sparks the most joy in his heart. 

Once home, Julian unwinds with a contented sigh and a long bath beneath the moonlight. He holds you beside the fire, nestling in your warmth and whatever affections you grace him. I think he’s spent so many years living in a whirlwind that he often forgets about his birthday, but now he has people in his life to remember for him, and that’s a notion that’s had tears in his eyes since daybreak. 

Nadia

I don’t feel like Nadia spends her birthdays the way she wants to. It’s a public affair, as always. Party here, party there…. And an after party of writing ‘thank you’ notes until sunrise.

But what does she want to do? What does… she… want to do?

First, sleep. I don’t know how much her body will let her sleep, but a morning canoodle with her lover would be fabulous. Then, it’s breakfast with her family - particularly her siblings. Yes, she loves her parents, but nothing beats an unhinged morning gossip session over tea. Asra is probably also invited to this because we all know who’s pouring the hottest brew…

Nadia has never had a whole day to herself, and she supposes it would be nice to experience the country she governs for herself. Wrap her up in shawls and take her to the depths of the city. She wants to see everything her people see, taste everything they taste, as well as shop. ✨ 

Dinner is reserved for friends, for truly they are also her family. Meanwhile, desserts are reserved for her beloved. Ice cream by the docks, feet in the water, hair in the wind, and the comfort of familiar silence.

Muriel 

My poor hut sweetheart! Do you not remember your birthday??

“I remember. I just don’t want to remember.”

I think Asra tried his best to always do something for it, but we know how resistant Muriel is to attention… I think most celebrations ended up being a dinner, where Asra brought Muriel’s favorite fish from a restaurant in town.

“I also wanted to try sneaking party hats on the chickens,” Asra admits to you, “but that might have been pushing my luck.”

I also get the sense that the colosseum had some not so nice birthday celebrations for their star fighter… No one can blame Muriel for his distaste over the day, but I also think that no one can stand to see it remain such a dismal day either.

“Love, it’s safe to remember now. Is there nothing we can do for your birthday?”

He can never say ‘no’ when you give him that look, and he can’t say that he doesn’t have any ideas for a birthday celebration. If you’re going to ask him to celebrate something with painful memories, then he needs to get away from the memories. Muriel does enjoy nature - all of nature - which includes the beach. However, he has no intent on cutting through town to enjoy it, nor does he wish to return to the docks. 

“It’s been a long time since I swam to the ocean.”

I don’t know who’s having more fun - Muriel or Inanna… While excitement vibrates through every bone of the creature’s body, her master stands motionless in the tide, shirtless, allowing the waves to crash over him. The salty air springs the curls free from their braids, and you can tell from the drop of his shoulders that Muriel for once may be grateful for his birth into this world. 

Portia

Nadia always gives her the day off, and she never knows what to do with herself. 

Past birthdays have always been spent alone. She’d bake or garden or explore the city and bring back food to share with Pepi… It wasn’t an unpleasant loneliness, but nonetheless she was alone. 

Now, she has friends, family, her brother… She even has a lover. While Portia finds that none of her plans for the day has changed, the company has certainly made them better. Baking with Mazelinka and Julian, exploring the city with Nadia… even Muriel and Asra chipped in with the gardening. 

Portia is content. In fact, she’s beaming. Here, sitting beneath the windowsill… the moonlight streaming in… her beloved’s fingers playing with her hair... Portia can’t recall how many candles she’s sacrificed through the years to get this wish. 

Lucio

Right now, he's pouty. I think it’s because he feels a tad silly at how extravagant he’s made his past birthdays. Now, he realizes how much it screamed ✨insecurity ✨ because truthfully, he felt like he needed to make up for all that he missed in his youth.

“Birthdays weren’t always great,” he mumbles.

“Well, then how can we make this one great?”

He thinks for a moment. “Let’s go camping.”

Lucio didn’t always love luxury. Traveling was fun, and overall, Lucio enjoyed his sports. Honestly, the time away from the party, the people, the booze… he’s happy. He’s existing purely for the hell of it, for the love for it. He’s got his hands dirty, his hair tousled, and he’s refusing to put on a shirt despite the fact that it’s the middle of January. 

After the Count's death, Valerius was busy trying to keep the city afloat and he was largely left to his own devices so he decided to study "spirit summoning" -- a type of magic that involves communing with the dead for insight and advice. He also has experience working with restless ghosts who haven't moved on, that type of thing. It's basically his hobby that he does to mix things up/spite his father/occupy his time with something entertaining (he's always bored). Cassander has an arrogant and high-class tone of voice, and won't pay attention to you unless you have something he wants, in which case he will absolutely turn on the charm.

The spirit summoning is not well known, and even if you find out about it he's not just gonna do if for anyone who asks. There has to be something in it for him (this goes for just about anything, actually. He lives in a world where social currency like favors are everything)

Do you have any headcanons for how the main six would interact with him? What their relationship with Cass would be (friendly? antagonistic? something else?), or what they would think of him? (PS if you want more info on him, i've done some posts about him under the tag #oc: cassander)

Heyo! Thank you thank you for your patience with this one! I read about Cass on your blog, and I have to say - what a fascinating character! I hope I did a bit of justice... lmk if I missed anything tho! Ya'll should go check it out! 🙆🏻‍♀️

Also, are there any fics with your OC's?? 👀

The Arcana Headcanons 「OC Cassander」

Asra

Asra is generally put off by those who are hedonistic. It’s a strong reminder of the person that nearly took his parents, friends, lover, and life away. However, Asra is also fairly perceptive of people, and they know that Valerius is no walk in the park. Surely, that would have an effect on Cass, and Asra has the decency to take the time to learn what that effect is before making a judgement.

At the end of the day, I see Asra deeming Cass as complicated. They realize that a lot of his nature is due to nurture, and they wonder what he would be like in an environment that wasn't so tainted. They admire Cass’s journey with gender identity and representation, as that type of battle is no easy feat. It greatly reflects Cass’s inner strength.

The spirit summoning is certainly fascinating, and that would be a strong bonding point for the two of them. Asra wholeheartedly supports and aids Cass in his work, but not simply for magic’s sake. Despite their passive nature, Asra finds it mildly amusing that his magic antagonizes Valerius. Asra is Nadia’s ride or die, and they don’t appreciate the headache Valerius has caused for her. Plus, Asra is always ready to fact-check someone who dismisses a magician.

Julian

Hedonism is Julian’s antonym. I’m sure that the doctor would offer his medical services for free if he could. In fact, I think that there have been many times where Julian has pinched a penny from his own pocket to treat the needy. However, that’s not to say that he and Cass can’t get along.

Julian is astonishingly patient, and his inquisitive nature allows him to view differences as an opportunity to learn. He knows the South End has been wronged by officials like Valerius, and he knows that kind of societal rot doesn’t distinguish between friend or foe. He’s sure Cass has a story to tell about what he’s seen in that world.

Julian also knows a rogue when he sees one. There is a rebellious spirit in Cass that’s promising of an adventure. While Julian has little intent on taking part in Cass’s world, he has full intent in dragging Cass into his.

“The heart of Vesuvia is in the South, did no one tell you that?”

The one drawback is the magic. Necromancy blatantly scares Julian…

Nadia

Nadia may not be as close to Cass as the others, but that doesn’t mean she isn’t friendly. The distance is partially due to her professionalism towards Valerius. The two don’t have the best history, and she doesn’t want to open up an unnecessary can of worms. Nonetheless, she knows what it’s like to live in the public eye, and it feels callous to leave Cass alone in that endeavor.

Another reason for the distance is Nadia’s caution towards being used. She’s certainly learned how to deal with Valerius, and the apple doesn’t seem to fall far from the tree. She’s able to manage Cass’s attitude without offense, albeit she wants to establish something real. A part of that would be standing up for him when he’s not in the room. If someone wants to come for his identity or profession, they’ll have to get through her first.

She’s wary of his magic, but she’s not totally opposed to it. It’s simply out of her realm of expertise. She supposes that the magic could aid in healing the death that’s permeated the land, and she would perhaps offer Cass an official role in the palace to remedy that. There must be spirits afoot in the realms, and she thinks they should have a fair chance at life just as much as the living.

Muriel

Not his cup of tea, and he’s certain that he’s not Cass’s cup of tea either. Muriel treats Cass like he treats the rest of society - you stay there; I stay here.

Logically, he knows that it’s wrong to hold Cass to sins that he didn’t commit, but Muriel was used and abused by high society, and that’s just a really hard memory to shake. Plus, I feel like the Kokhuri were very mindful of the dead. While helping spirits to move on sounds nice, Muriel knows that a lot of necromancy has hidden agendas. Given the crowd Cass frequents, it would be hard to convince Muriel that his intentions are pure.

It's a constant moral tug-of-war within Muriel. As a result, I think a relationship would be neutral, but nonetheless hard to establish. However, Muriel is like that with most people, so - what’s new? 😅

Portia

Ah - she wants to fix him.

Admittedly, Valerius & Co. drive her up the wall, but Portia is able to compartmentalize her sentiments without directing them towards his offspring. With a heart made of gold, she saw through Cass’s exterior without much effort, and she knows that deep down he has a strong potential to be more than his father made him out to be.

Good people and good food never did anyone wrong, and perhaps a bit of change will help Cass see the world in different colors. She treats him like family in hopes that the warmth will defrost the facade. Depending on Cass’s reception towards all this, there could be a bit of butting of heads. Portia is persistent, and her love is full. It could seem suffocating to someone who isn’t used to it, or it could seem like she’s trying to use him for favors.

If he can handle her, then I can see the two being strangely compatible. She has many questions about his magic… sooo many questions… lots and lots of questions. If Cassander is bored, Portia will certainly find something to fill the time.

Lucio

Depending on what lore you follow… this could get awkward if you headcanon the “Lucio/Valerius Affair”. It’s no judgement if you do btw! I just think that it would alter the dynamic, as Lucio may keep more of a distance. That situation was ✨ messy ✨. However, Lucio is ‘messy’ incarnate, so I don’t know how far or how long he’d distance himself. I think Lucio is naturally drawn towards Cass.

Lucio knows how to play society, and he admires the game that Cass plays himself. He’s tempted to see Cass as a bit of a protege. However, it’s hard to shake off the toll this lifestyle dealt him, so at the end of the day, Lucio would prefer to stay on the straight and narrow. This could also become a problem if they both end up trying to play each other, but again… Lucio is a mess. I could see him finding an allure in those types of shenanigans.

Would you be okay with doing the M6 with a reader who's very insecure about her small chest ?

It’s very indulgence on my part because im going through a "i hate my small boobs" phase again, furthermore im plus size but still have a flipping A cup so I feel difformed and very much not worthy of being a woman currently

If you don’t want to for whatever reason it’s okay of course, i just hope im not bothering you

I really really love your work, especially how you portray Muriel, he's my favorite, you are doing absolutly amazing and i hope you're still having fun making these 🌸

Heyo! You're not a bother, anon. :) In fact, I struggle with the same thing! I was just crying about it this week myself. 🙃

I appreciate that you enjoy my writing, and I want you to know that you're beautiful. 🙆🏻‍♀️🩵

Hey, readers! Y'all are beautiful! Got that!? 😤🫶🫶

The Arcana Headcanons 「MC w/ Small Chest」

Asra

I’ve mentioned before that Asra’s definition of a body is loose, and the concepts of masculinity and femininity are exactly that - concepts. The idea that two mounds of flesh dictate your personhood is flat out gross to Asra. Truthfully, they didn’t even notice that your chest is small.

Asra wishes that they could poof away your insecurities, but unfortunately, magic has its limits. However, he never underestimates the power of the tongue. Flattery is Asra’s first form of magic, and they mean every word of it - that’s why it’s so powerful. He wishes to reverse every ill word or thought against you with his own.

“You are beautiful,” he says, his arms snaking around your waist, “you are not deformed, and you are most certainly worthy.

“And you’re a thief,” he tacks on with a kiss, “because you keep taking my breath away.”

Julian

The strongest eye roll. As a doctor, the notion that a small chest isn’t normal is laughably erroneous. As a gentleman, the fact that people feel the right or need to comment on it's size is disgusting.

You’d be surprised how many patients come to Julian for their insecurities rather than their ailments. He’s sympathetic towards their sentiment, but he’s not indulgent towards them either.

“Don’t give these people a single piece of you,” he says, cradling you in his lap. “Not even your peace of mind.”

As he runs his hands down your sides, he admires you with a contented smile. Julian could spend the day waxing his love for you, but truly, the highest form of flattery from him is the way he looks at you.

In a world full of endless combinations, the universe gifted him you, and you can tell from that drowsy, rose-tinted grin that he’s the happiest man in the world because of it. You are perfect in his eyes.

Nadia

Nadia has been beheld by many gazes in her lifetime. It’s the nature of royalty. However, it was no easy feat to blossom into adulthood in the public eye. She realized that some gazes linger longer in particular places. She’s not blind to your struggle and would be candid with you about her own experience.

In her younger years, I imagine she strayed away from certain outfits to avoid the attention. I think this is something her parents would have noticed quickly, especially her father. As a designer, he would have seen the ugly truth that "sex sells" within the trade. However, in no way is Namar going to buy that. He would want his children to exist for no one’s gaze but their own.

“Your body is a plaything for the spirit," he said. "It’s meant for your enjoyment and no one else’s.”

Nadia would encourage you to do the same.

Plus, I think Nadia would be somewhat jealous of you at times. She’s quite fond of adventuring, but a heavy chest doesn’t always lend well towards the situation.

“The grass is always greener on the other side, darling, but you have no idea how much my back hurts after a horse ride."

Muriel

Muriel noticed. He noticed you had a small chest.

It wasn’t for any particular reason. It was just a fact. However, he also noticed that it bothered you, which is why he didn’t say anything.

Muriel doesn’t quite know how to handle this. The prolonged silence seems to entice your anxiety, but complimenting it seems rude. He thinks body image and standards are based on fiction rather than fact, and he doesn’t want you to feel unwanted because of something so gravely false. It’s an all too familiar feeling... For once, he will find something to say.

You are Muriel’s first in every sense of the sentiment. He has no one to compare you to, nor does he want or need one. He can’t imagine you any other way, and he’s perfectly content with that.

“I like it,” he admits quietly, “and I don’t like many things.”

Portia

Portia is right there with you. I don’t think she’s naturally insecure about her body, but I feel like Vesuvia conditions everyone to be a bit too observant about their appearance.

She pokes and prods at herself in the mirror, and she doesn’t know what she would do if she couldn’t make her own clothes. The times she’s spent bawling in a dressing room is too many to count.

The notion of you being disgusted by your own form brings tears to her eyes. Portia blatantly finds you attractive and has no shame in saying it. However, she understands that the last thing you may want to hear is another person’s observations on their ogling, even if it’s from a lover.

Instead, she’ll try to get you to see what she sees. She doesn’t appreciate the mold society is trying to shape you both in with their sizes, so now she’s determined to fight it. She tailors clothes for you to show you that any form can be flattered, especially yours.

“You’re not the problem, sweetie. You were never the problem.”

Lucio

Well, he can’t say that he’s never been fooled by ideals.

Lucio’s pomp and pride are side effects of insecurity. He’s been the biggest fool to it. That is why he is now so staunchly against it. He doesn’t want you to fall victim to the same lie, so he will butter you up like his life depends on it.

“Dove, your chest’s got the same effect as everyone else’s.” He winks. “I can promise you that.”

While Lucio’s compliments can be… crass… they are not without care. Truly, he thinks the world of you. In anything you wear (or don’t wear), his eyes are on you. You are beautiful inside and out. The body that the world criticizes is the same body that held him through thick and thin and allowed him to hold it in return.

By any chance, could you do an MC who...

Very specifically has a thief ferret for a familiar who's name is 'Bastard'.

And the M6 didn't even know the latter part until MC yells it out in anger one day

Also MC did not mean to name the ferret 'Bastard', but ever since they first called it that it is the only name it responds to.

Thank you! I love ferrets with all my heart. They are giant, silly land noodles.

The Arcana Headcanons 「Bastard the Ferret Familiar」

Asra

The bellow nearly shook Asra out of their shoes.

Honestly, he thought you were yelling at a customer, because truthfully, some of them deserve it.

Who’s the lucky winner - Asra needs to know. They’re nosey, as well as concerned. Peeking his head out of the reading room, the shop is empty, spare you and the fuzzy little familiar wriggling in your embrace. Asra blinks.

“Who’s the bastard?” he asks. At the sound of Asra’s call, the creature breaks from your hold and scurries to his side. Asra blinks again.

As the pieces fall into place - truly - this is the best day of his life. A magician with a rogue ferret named ‘Bastard’ - it’s the most inane and insane creation the universe could have birthed. There is no one more perfect for him.

Julian

He was wondering about the sudden uptick in Malak’s swearing.

“Seems like you were just calling for a friend.”

He was also wondering why you had a propensity for the word ‘bastard’. Surely, everyone’s foul mouth has a preference, but the word didn’t always fall from your lips like a curse. Sometimes it seemed soft, almost beloved.

“Why did you give them such a name?”

“That’s all the little guy responds to,” you explain. Julian raises a brow as he watches Bastard scuttle across the floor with one of his socks.

“Suits them.”

Nadia

“We can’t have you yelling such things across the palace, love. That is how rumors start.”

She's trying not to laugh, because really, she's not above the crude irony. Nonetheless, she’s fighting to rebuild a public image post-Lucio, which is no easy feat. She’s locked herself and Portia in a room for the day to try to find any other name that Bastard will respond to.

“Maybe it just happens to sound like their real name,” Portia suggests.

“What word sounds like Bastard?”

“Umm… mustard?”

Needless to say, it’s unsuccessful. However, contrary to her worries, the people turn out to love Bastard and the story that comes with them. Is this the greatest publicity stunt Nadia has ever pulled off? Quite possibly…

Muriel

Of course.

Of course, you would have a ferret familiar named Bastard.

Muriel’s life has turned drastically upside down from anything he’s ever expected. Certainly, most of the change was for the better, but he can’t deny that life is weird.

“This…” he mumbles as your ferret tries to pick a fight with his toe. “Yeah, this tops it.”

I mean, it is what it is in Muriel’s world. Despite the change, he wouldn’t have life, or you, or Bastard any other way. Truly, the absurdity brings a rare smile to his face.

Portia

Well, if you’re going to offer her a cake then why not add sprinkles? This is a golden opportunity, and Portia isn’t wasting it. Depending on her mood, she’s tacking on a bit of pizzazz.

Little Bastard for when they're cute. Precious Bastard for when they cuddle her at night. Stinky Bastard for when they snub her kisses. And Nasty Bastard for when they get into her garden.

The list is endless and ever-growing. Honestly, I feel like Bastard is a familiar made for Portia. One could say that Pepi is a bit jealous because of this and has a name for Bastard of her own…

Lucio

At first, he got mad because he thought you were calling him a bastard. It wouldn’t be the first time someone did that. After your explanation, he settled surprisingly well.

“Oh, I give people names like that all the time.”

“No, Lucio, not like that…”

He thinks it’s funny, but Bastard is truly too tame for the creature. I sense that the relationship between Lucio and Bastard is a bit like a cat and mouse. Lucio is always chasing Bastard, and Bastard is always stealing his cheese (literally).

Okay! Time to fix this mess lol 😬

The Arcana Headcanons 「M6 and MC Reconciling after Break-up/Divorce」

Asra

Asra avoided Vesuvia for a long while, and despite his usual carefree confidence, he was terrified to return. He wasn’t afraid to find you, rather he was afraid how he would find you.

They could never quite shake the lapping waters of the Lazaret…

The figures and faces around him begin to haze. All Asra can see is you. It was a relief to see you bobbing and weaving through the market, and it was a miracle to feel your arms wrap around them again like all those other shared mornings.

The exhale that leaves him is nearly painful in its release. Emotions rattle through him like a winter gale, shuddering every bone in his body. A fire ignites in their chest, hot enough to bring tears to their eyes. He holds onto you like an anchor through the blaze.

“Let’s go home, Asra,” you whisper, tucking a curl behind their ear.

That beautiful lavender gaze is blushed and glassy, Asra runs his fingers down your cheek, lashes fluttering when you lean into the touch.

“Yes, let’s go home, dear heart.”

Julian

Julian feels like he’s been living under water. He can’t quite make out the faces around him, and he can’t quite hear who’s called his name. Your presence in the doorway reels him back. It’s as if someone has thrown the hourglass at the wall. Sand scatters across the floor, and time gets lost within every nook and cranny of the wood.

Julian steps forward cautiously, afraid to disrupt the dream.

When his hands indeed find flesh and bone… when his fingers smooth over those familiar patterns and textures… when the warmth doesn’t flee from his cold embrace… he drops to his knees.

“I love you,” he whispers.

“I love you, too,” you answer, carding your fingers through his hair. He whines and buries his face into your waist.

When he finds your lips once more, it seems like the tides have finally receded.

Nadia

Everything is too loud. The footsteps down the empty halls echo like gunfire, and the scritch of her pen stings like a crack of lightning. It splits her head open and makes her hands shake, and the face in the doorway nearly tears the universe itself in half.

“Why are you here?” she startles. You smile small, shifting your gaze towards the open window.

“I think the better question is - why did I ever leave?”

A wave of vertigo passes over her that makes her sway in her seat. She shuts her eyes, and once it passes, she finds that you’ve moved to a place beside her.

“Heavens, I missed you,” she says, rising.

Both timid, your hands slowly inch across space to draw one another closer. When your bodies meet, Nadia sighs into you, pressing her forehead against yours. A gentle hum fills her ears and silences the rest of the world.

Muriel

“What do you want?” he asks.

If it sounds cold, it’s because truly, he has turned to stone. A deeply etched frown… a wickedly stepped posture… and not a sign of life in his eyes. Yet, there is something that still moves.

Slowly, cautiously, you approach and sit beside him. Muriel gazes down at you, and here, you find it. A shimmer of light that rustles his lashes like the wind through the leaves.

“I want you, Muri, if you’ll have me.”

Something strikes him that tenses his entire body. Muriel hangs his head until his hair covers his face.

“Just forget me.”

You hush him, cradling his cheeks in the palm of your hands. “I don’t want to forget you.”

His eyes pass dazedly over your features - your eyes, your nose, and finally landing on your lips. When you kiss, a gale passes through him that rattles the light in his eyes and spills it over.

Portia

Her breath is coming fast and strong and hot. The footsteps pound against her ears in equal rhythm with the blood.

Portia feels like she’s been chasing mirages and shadows through her garden for a millennia, and she’ll continue to chase for a millennia longer if it means she’ll find what she’s after.

You haunt her every dream, every nightmare. This is not the life she wanted, and she will fight heaven and earth itself in accepting it. Whether it is determination or delusion, she no longer knows, yet she cannot stop running.

Then, something meets her. The midair collision sends her flying, completely stealing the wind out of her. The back of Portia’s head meets the garden’s dirt, and for a moment, all she can see is the sun.

Until a very, very familiar outline blocks out the light.

“Are you okay?” It asks.

She blinks. “Is it really you?”

“Sweetheart…” the voice calls her.

A brief wail escapes her. “Why did you run?”

“I…” you hesitate. “I was afraid…”

Without thinking, Portia’s hands lunge up to bring you to her. You kiss her cheek and melt into the embrace. Flush against you, she doesn’t hide the tremors that begin to overtake her.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for you to come home.”

Lucio

A part of Lucio died by his own hand the night you left. He cut it off like rot and thought that if he dug far enough, maybe he’d eradicate the rest of the infection that caused you to leave, as well as the part of him that still cared that you left.

Lucio is only half the man he was, and you know there is nothing on earth that could call him back. You know that a part of him doesn’t want to be back. And given his life, you can’t blame him.

“Lucio,” you start, “I promised you for better or for worse, and I didn’t keep that promise. I’m sorry.”

He looks at you with a glazed, dimmed stare. Not a bone in his body will budge, nonetheless his mind screams at him to move. The war is evident in his features, and eventually his feeble form collapses beneath the struggle. He hangs his head.

“I don’t deserve you staying.”

Lucio senses your presence draw closer and allows your hands to move for him. You nestle them against your hips and bring your own to rest behind his neck. When you place your ear against his chest, it seems his heart has not changed. It beats just as steady and strong.

Heyo! OUch this one hurted 🤕 oops! Enjoy (?)

The Arcana Headcanons 「MC Wanting a Divorce」

Asra

You need to pause because his pretty head nearly hit the ceiling.

Asra has gone to hell and back to bring you to life, but he in no way holds that against you. They love you and will always love you, even if it means they have to let you go. At the end of the day, he’s not entitled to be your beloved. The sacrifice was his choice, and he’d never want to use that as a chokehold to keep you close.

They’ll give you space to process if a divorce is what you really want. The space also serves as a means to pull themself together, as ugly demons have reared their heads once more. A small part of them questions if this is what he truly deserves after all he put you through. He doesn’t want any possible self-resentment or wayward anger within himself to join forces and end something that could have been saved.

If you still decide you want a divorce, they’ll oblige. In the least, I think he’d want to remain friends. You’ve always been special to him, and that’s independent of your relationship. However, if you really want nothing to do with them, then I don’t think they can’t look at the Vesuvian skyline for a long while without an ache in their chest.

Julian

He’s holding it together better than you’d suspect, but that’s mostly due to the shock.

Julian really thought he had eternity with you, but once again, he’s finally pushed someone away to the point where they won’t come back. It certainly does a number on his psyche. He will ask for a second chance. He may beg if the situation raises enough panic within him. If you offer such an opportunity, he will not take it for granted. The experience has chilled him to the bone.

However, if you’re adamant, he will relent, but I don’t think Julian ever truly gives up. While there is no lingering affinity, there is a part of Julian’s heart that still breaks for all of his lovers. You, though, were different. His heart will not stop breaking for you, nor will it stop yearning.

Nadia

Nadia gives the argument a day to settle before reaching a verdict. If your desire persists, she is cordial about the affair. No, she isn’t pleased, but she won’t twist your arm to keep you there. The emotions have yet to reach the surface. Honestly, it isn’t until she is laying in bed alone that the tears start to sting.

Although Nadia did not love Lucio, it still hurts to see that love has failed her once more, especially after experiencing it with you. She never realized how cold the pillows could get at night, or how loud the flicker of a candle could be. She understands why the relationship may not have worked, but if Nadia is anything, she is tenacious. There has yet to be a problem that she couldn’t fix - not even the Devil himself could stop her.

“Why then has this failed?”

That question will haunt her for a long while.

Muriel

I don’t think he thought his life would come to this.

It’s not that he believed he was perfect enough to keep you forever, rather he always knew his imperfections would keep you away from the beginning. Muriel is aware of his flaws, and his awareness is not merely rooted in insecurity. He knows he’s ornery and particular to a suffocating degree. While he’s tried to change, he also knows his baseline for change is skewed due to his past.

If anything, this was a ticking time bomb. He would have been more surprised if you stayed. He will let you go. He will not look back, but he won’t deny that he wishes he could be the one who could not remember for once.

Portia

Very quiet. Scary quiet. Her fire snuffed out without warning.

With whatever breath is left, she will ask for you to stay, to talk, to try, to do anything but give up. It feels like the stars have fallen from her sky, and she is desperate to put them back in place.

For a season, the night is dark. However, the sun shall return. It always does. She knows she will bounce back - she always has. Portia is not a quitter, but right now, she cannot see beyond the shadow of you walking out of her garden.

She would welcome you back in any lifetime without hesitation.

Lucio

“Fine. Leave.”

He will stand resilient in the doorway with arms crossed and face stone-cold, because perhaps, if he hardens his heart, he will survive the blow.

Lucio doesn’t remember what was even said during the fight, but he knows it’s his fault. It’s always his fault. That doesn’t come from a place of self-deprecation. It’s simply a fact. He doesn’t feel like he has a right to keep you here, because he never deserved to have you in the first place.

Hiii! Thanks for the ask! This is one I’ve thought a lot about. In fact, I even created my Firent OC to help process my own relationship with religion.

With that said, I just wanted to send some kindness to those who experienced religious trauma or struggle with their belief system. Your emotions are valid. I kept this generally lighthearted, but still - feel free to skip this if the topic is triggering. I understand the experience myself all too well. 🩵

Love y’all!

The Arcana Headcanons 「M6 w/ Religious MC」

Asra

Asra is open to it. He believes that there are guiding forces in the universe, and magic certainly has its dark and light elements. I don’t see them practicing anything themselves, and they appreciate that you don’t force it on them. They’re happy to get involved at whatever capacity their own morals and beliefs allow.

He’s conscious of your observations or fastings or holidays, and he wouldn’t tempt or coerce you into not participating just to suit his fancy. Sure, he has his aesthetics, tastes, and preferences, but so do you. Your partnership together shouldn’t come at the cost of losing yourself.

Given his profession, I suspect he’s had his run in with the more unsavory crowd within religion. However, I think he’s still pretty nonjudgmental towards it all. He doesn’t toss the whole bunch of apples out because of a few rotten ones. I think he’d be more concerned if you were wandering aimlessly with no sense of self or self-direction.

Julian

Growing up, I think Julian was exposed to some form of religion by the grandmas. It’s not a lost concept to him just because he’s stopped participating.

While I don’t think he’s abandoned religion entirely, I don’t think he’s interested in returning to it, particularly organized religion. Julian struggles to visit the Temple District. Witnessing the morbid irony of Vesuvia’s beggars seeking shade beneath the marbled monasteries makes him ill.

He respects those who are like you and earnest in their convictions, but it would be hard for him to go with you. Julian is an eternal supporter and your biggest cheerleader, but he sticks to his own convictions at the end of the day as well.

Overall, Julian is deeply scientific and struggles to believe in the unseen. Nonetheless, he’s also lived a life that doesn’t deserve the outcome it’s been offered. In all his adventures, he’s certainly witnessed miracles occur - things that logic and data and research cannot explain. The fact that magic exists shows him that there are indeed forces in the cosmos, and I think in his own way he’s still trying to make sense of it all. You've definitely offered a new perspective.

Nadia

Politics and religion intertwine more than Nadia initially expected. She is very knowledgeable of world religions because of all the various diplomats she has to accommodate. Plus, Vesuvia is a multicultural community with an entire district dedicated to religions. Hence, she’s very open-minded.

Her understanding and hospitality is naturally granted towards you as well. Nadia has no qualms in participating with you. She’ll happily accompany you to the Temple District, or if it’s preferred, she’ll set up a place for you to practice at the palace. She’ll even observe fastings with you if desired. The palace staff are aware of your practices as well and make any necessary adjustments to your routine.

However, Nadia is also someone who’s always working towards unity amidst diversity. Despite her willingness, she does draw a line at certain beliefs that may cross that boundary for her. While she won’t blatantly chastise your religion, she’s not afraid to approach you with her reservations.

Muriel

I imagine Muriel has his own Kokhuri practices. They seem like a very intuitive and attuned people, so I think they’d have some form of belief intertwined into their culture.

With that said, Muriel isn’t so much interested in practicing a religion that’s different from his. He doesn’t believe in practicing something just for the hell of it. If his intentions are not genuine, then it’s merely a disservice to your genuine efforts.

Still, he absolutely supports it. Morals and convictions are precious to Muriel because without them - what’s holding people back? Lucio really engrained that ideology in like cement…

As for any forms of fasting or routine prayers or related observances, he’s mindful of giving you the space to do them. The hut is small, and he knows such moments are sacred between you and your higher power. He’ll leave if necessary, or he’ll build you a set up in the forest to practice.

Portia

Portia is probably the most flippant about religion. It’s not that she doesn’t care, rather she just has no strong opinions herself.

Portia is a lover of many things. Her heart is full enough to care about everything that’s important to others, as well as everything that’s important to herself.

She’s able to participate without much personal attachment to the belief, because at the end of the day, she’s participating for you. She loves you, and your religion is a part of you that she’s destined to love, too.

Plus, religion is often tied to humanitarianism, and that’s a big part of Portia’s worldview. She’s happy to help people in the name of many and any cause. Nonetheless, Portia does understand that religion isn’t always perfect, and I think witnessing that juxtaposition is heartbreaking for her. It would be one area she’d like to discuss with you, but she's nervous to breach the topic. The last thing she wants to do is accidentally unnecessarily degrade something that’s important to you.

Lucio

As we could surmise, Lucio has the most rigid stance in regards to religion. The Scourge practiced some form of it themselves, and it never sat well with him. He doesn’t see the point in worshipping something that either stays silent or screws you over. In his mind, you side with whatever sides with you.

He’s apprehensive and silently observes you for a while. You know Lucio is serious when he’s quiet. You’re such a polar opposite to all he's ever learned in his life, and it’s broken his brain.

I don’t know if he’d ever get in a place to comfortably practice with you, but he may awkwardly go once or twice. In the least, witnessing your dedication is… new. Lucio has only really dedicated his life to himself, so it’s mind boggling to witness someone throw that type of power to an intangible entity.

Heyo! Thanks for the wait! Enjoy ~~

The Arcana Headcanons 「Drunk MC」

Asra

Asra is definitely conscious of your well-being. He’s not trying to pull any moves or take advantage of your possible lack of inhibitions, but that doesn’t mean they’re not having fun. 

“Would you like to play a game?” he asks. 

“What kind of game?” you slur.

“We’ll both say a word, then we have to think of a new word based on them. We say it at the same time, and we can’t give hints about it. We win when we finally say the same word, does that make sense?”

You straighten with a slight sway - eyes excited. 

“Yes!” 

“We’ll say it on ‘three’. Ready? One, two, three.”

“House!”

“Raccoon!”

“Raccoon and house…” Asra hums thoughtfully. You waggle your shoulders playfully. 

“I already got mine,” you taunt. “It’s sooo obvious.”

“Is it, now? All right, one, two, three…”

“Den.”

“Cat!”

“Cat?” he scoffs. “Where in the world did you get that?”

“Cats are house raccoons, Asra! How do you not know that?”

With a hand against his belly, Asra’s cackling until sunrise, or at least until you fall asleep. If you’re too cute to disturb, they’ll leave you at peace in his lap. However, they'd much rather you rest in the comfort of your own bed, because given some of the words you came up with later, you’re going to have a nasty hangover in the morning. 

Julian

For once in his life, Julian is thankful for his liquor tolerance. Sure, that came at the cost of keeling himself over more times than he can count, and given his profession, he knows that his liver is as shriveled as a raisin…. Still, if it means he’s able to piggyback you home after a date at the Raven, then it was a liver well spent. 

“Sing to me, Ilya,” you mumble.

“What do you fancy, my love?”

“Anything. You always sound good.”

He chuckles. While forever a gentleman, there is one thing Julian will pester you about until his head hits the grave, and that is to get you to sing. 

“How about a duet, darling? Two are always better than one.”

If you refuse, that’s fine. He’ll happily offer a melody to the moon on your behalf. However, if you oblige, he himself is over the moon. How many times has he wandered this same path home, drunk and alone, with a bitter tune on his lips? Now, to hear a sweet voice beside him is such a magnificent transformation - even if the voice is a tad slurred by the bitters.

Nadia

Once the fun was done, she plopped you in a bath, slathered you in tinctures and lotions, and tucked you into bed with some water. She knows you’ll thank her in the morning. 

If you knock out immediately, she’ll blow out the candle and follow suit. If not, she’ll indulge in some shenanigans, as she would have already been a bit disheartened to have missed out on the drink. This is a prime opportunity to make up for lost time. The adventure just needs to stay in the confines of the bedroom.

“We can’t have you wandering the halls like a ghost. We’ve had enough of that, haven’t we?”

Nadia never needs fashion advice, but there’s something about the ones you offer while tipsy that are the most amusing - as well as the most honest. There’s always some magnanimous event plastered somewhere onto her calendar, and now’s a perfect time to pick a dress.

“I’m experimenting with colors. How’s this green?”

“Mmm,” you mumble while shifting your head side-to-side. “Nah, you’d look like a booger. Try that purple-pinky one.”

“Fuchsia, darling, but thank you. I knew I could count on you.”

Muriel

The most interaction Muriel has had with drunks was with Lucio or the Coliseum patrons. Both were obnoxious, and neither enticed him towards liquor. He’s a bit put off the first time you get a tipsy, until he realizes that you are in no way like his previous harassers. 

“Abracadabra!”

“What are you doing?” he asks, eyebrows quirked in amusement. He’s found you squat outside of the coops with your hands casting spells in the air. 

“I need an egg. I’m hungry.”

“So you’re using magic?”

“What’s the point of having magic if I can’t even make an egg?”

“Well, what’s the point of having me if I can’t make one for you?”

He’s hauling you over his shoulders and marching you back into the hut. He’s playing grouchy, but your chirps of laughter have a blush creeping down his chest. You’re getting sat down for food and water, and he may try to convince you to sleep it off. However, he’s not trying that hard. Admittedly, you’re adorable and much like a toddler who’s discovering how to use their words and limbs for the first time. This is his favorite TV show.

Portia

Portia knows her way around a drunken sailor or two. She’s had to wrestle her fair share of shipmates into their beds with a bowl of soup to follow. She’s doing the same for you, except you’re not a salty, smelly sailor and much more kissable. 

“Pay the toll,” she says, tapping her cheek. You oblige with a kiss, and she obliges with another slice of bread. 

“I didn’t know it was so expensive around these parts.”

“I’m the best of the best, didn’t you know?” She winks. “It don’t come cheap.”

“How much would it cost for a slice of cake?”

“Hmmm,” she hums playfully. “Depends - do you want a strawberry on top?”

“Always.”

She’s going to run your wallet dry, but you’re not totally getting swindled out of kisses. When you wake up, you’re as right as rain. Whatever she gave you the night before completely chased away the hangover. It seems Portia’s got a magic of her own. 

Lucio

Lucio is absolutely taking advantage of this situation, but it’s not dubious (surprisingly…). This is just his chance to have some fun that you would never allow.

“Do you trust me?” he asks, holding out his hand. For once, you take it.

You’re off into the night. Where your footsteps falter, he’s there to catch you. Higher and higher, you climb into the sultry Vesuvian night until you're quite literally on top of a roof.

“Lucio, whose roof is this?”

“Sheesh, I dunno. I didn’t build the place.” He nestles down and secures you beside him. “Besides, no one owns the sunrise, and that’s what we came here to see.”

It is beautiful. Despite all the years living in Vesuvia, Lucio has managed to find a sunrise that pales each and every one you’ve seen. 

“It’s all about the way the light hits the water,” he says, pointing out to the horizon. “This is one of the only places you’ll see it.”

Here, he’ll enjoy the silence with you, and preferably, he’ll try to get you to sleep. It was no easy feat dragging a drunk to these heights, and he knows he gave you none of the things your body needs to recover the night.

Heyo! Sure! And I hope all is well... Sending good vibes 🫶

The Arcana Headcanons 「Best Friend M6 Comforting MC after a Breakup」

Asra

“Oh, my dear heart…”

Platonic or not, you are still the dearest to Asra. Their heart breaks for you because Asra has always and will always think the world of you. It’s not because you’re perfect, but it’s because you’re you.

First and foremost, he’s listening. Asra is a fantastic listener, which is partially due to his years as a card reader. Many of the patrons come seeking a listening ear rather than a word of wisdom. Asra never rushes, never questions. He knows that there is no word he could offer that is more valuable than the ones that come from your own heart. It just sometimes takes a bit of ranting to bring them to the surface. 

After that, it’s breakup snacks and a big ol’ nap. They’ve never known anything a nap couldn’t fix. When you awake, Asra is there to pick up the pieces. 

“And that is in no way a burden.”

They love you. They will always love you, even if it’s simply as your closest friend. 

Julian

Another fantastic listener. However, it takes him a moment to recover from the recoil.

The shock is evident on his face, but he does his best to reel it in. Julian knows that this moment is not about his feelings. This is all about you.

“Come in, dear. Have a seat at the doctor’s desk. You know, there’s no finer place to heal a broken heart.”

Unfortunately, all he has is coffee, but if you’ll be so bold, he’ll happily brew you some. Even if you just want something warm to hold, he’ll bring you a cup anyway. No matter the hour, Julian is attentive and earnest. He does interrupt to ask questions, but it’s never in doubt or mockery. He just wants all the information he can possibly have in order to help you. 

Julian has been in your position more times than he’d like to admit. Sure, he’s been the one to leave lovers, but more often than not, he was the one who was left.

“Rejection is a horrible pain because it’s a resounding one. It does not merely affect a person in the moment, but for a lifetime thereafter. You wonder with each new spark - how fast will this flame die?”

While Julian may or may not know how to solve all your problems, he most certainly knows that he does not want you to face them alone. You can call and he will answer, even if all you want to do is get a bit rowdy at the Raven or have a splash at the docks.

Nadia

You’re holding that teacup rather tightly, mi’lady…

The Countess is trying to remain calm and unbiased, but she is clearly picking a side. Surprise, surprise - it’s yours. 

If you initiated the breakup, then she’s in full support. However, if your partner broke it off with you, then she’s miffed, to say the least. Nadia has had to deal with the most challenging individuals in all of Vesuvia.

“And you don’t see me tossing them to the wind.”

While she is never one to scoff at self-reflection and improvement, if she’s learned anything, it’s that those endeavors are sometimes best done with a loved one. If this person chose not to do that with you, then so be it. Wish them well and move on. She’ll gladly take their place in helping you move forward. 

“And the best place to start is with a bit of a shopping spree. Is there anywhere in particular you’d like to visit?”

Muriel

“You’re better off without them.”

Thankfully, he thought twice about saying that. Yes, Muri, perhaps that’s a bit too blunt.

Those are his genuine sentiments, though. Muriel has led his life having to let people go - either by force or by choice. In some strange way, his life has worked out for the better, so maybe there's a divine force in it after all.

Still, he knows it hurts. It hurt him, and the sting never lessened, which is why he held his tongue. In these seasons, he knows that the memories are the strongest enemies, so if you need a sanctuary, he doesn’t mind sharing the hut. 

If you want privacy, he’ll go on a trip with Inanna. If you want company, he’ll stay. He’s not the best with advice, and his listening face often looks constipated… but deep down, he really does care. 

“Whatever you need, tell me. I’ll do it.”

Portia

Tea, cookies, bread, cake, croissants, donuts… If you can’t beat the sads, then put them in a sugar coma.

She’s partially baking because she’s stressed, too. Portia’s little heart quite literally breaks at the thought of unrequited love. She sees your hurt and rejection and nearly feels it herself. Thus, she’s in her kitchen at 2:00am with flour in her hair. She has you propped at the counter within perfect distance to lick the spoon.

“Salmonella doesn’t exist during heartbreak, sweetie.”

And, she’s matching whatever energy you bring to the room. If you got drama, make it hot. If you got tea, make it scalding.

At the end of the day, Portia never wants to encourage something that was perhaps harmful or toxic purely for romance, nor does she want you to wallow in your sorrows for too long.

“Don’t let this gust of wind knock you off your feet. Use it to blow your sails towards better seas.”

Lucio

“Are you kidding me?”

Unfortunately, Lucio is blunt and does not think before he speaks. He did not hold his tongue, nor will he hold his tongue. Plus, he is unabashedly biased towards those he’s loyal to.

“You want me to ruff ‘em up? Nothing too crazy. I don’t have to use the sword.”

He’s not surprised at the refusal, which is why he’s coming in hot with Plan B.

“I can pretend to be your rebound. We can go make the numbskull jealous. I promise I can look even better if I keep a bit of stubble.”

Sure, he’s a bit of a numbskull himself in his assistance, but Lucio really is loyal to the core. Few people have shown him the type of grace you have, and it takes a pretty special person to do that. He’s genuinely angry that someone thought to treat such a gift as anything less than precious. After all you both have been through, he refuses to fail you now. 

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The Arcana Headcanons 「Wealthy but Modest MC」

Asra

Asra surmised that you had some form of wealth. You’ve inherited and successfully managed a shop in the middle of a metropolitan city. 

“The rent can’t be cheap.”

However, he never anticipated you sharing that wealth with him.

Asra struggles with ‘receiving without giving’. He knows you don’t mind, but he minds because in some way, Asra feels like he has to earn it. A lot of it boils down to insecurity. It’s strange to think of Asra as being insecure. It’s not that he’s unsure of his identity, in fact, he’s quite confident about that. He’s less confident about who he is to someone else. Throughout life, Asra has dealt with this by being relatively transient in relationships. Those cat-like tendencies always kept the magician just a jump-skip away from safety

However, they know you and your love better than that. They won’t hold your gift against you, nor will they reject it. At the end of the day, this is how you want to show you love them, and they won’t spit on that. However, you may notice a bit of sweat on their brow and a rouge atop their nose whenever you spoil them something. 

Julian

As a pirate, Julian learned how to estimate the weight of a coin pouch by sight alone, and given his intelligence, he’s rather good at it. 

“And your’s is looking rather hefty…”

Julian is in no way trying to get a piece of it. If anything, he’s steering clear. If Asra struggles with ‘receiving without giving’, then Julian is abysmal at it. He quite literally fist fights the notion that he’s intrinsically worth it. He will pish-posh your insistence, and if that doesn’t work, then expect little surprises littered throughout your day. He is physically compelled to give back as if possessed. 

If it bothers you, then he’ll do his best to sit on his hands and zip his lips. Julian knows he’s the king of pushing people away, and the docks were enough of a hard lesson learned. Still, at the end of the day, I don’t think anyone or anything could stop Julian from giving. It’s within his nature, and it’s how he shows his affection, too. He very much is like a raven retrieving shiny buttons for his beloved. 

Nadia

Has the Countess met her match? Now, she understands why some have balked about her gift giving.

“It is rather… overwhelming.”

Nadia’s discomfort has nothing to do with the inability to accept a gift, rather it’s simply new. Nadia’s always been the ‘rich friend’, and while certainly there are those who treat her genuinely, there are also those who haven’t. Many assume that she already has what she wants, and if she doesn’t, then she can get it herself. While the statement isn’t entirely false, it’s nice to have someone do it anyway. 

It’s refreshing to be with someone who understands that wealth has advantages and disadvantages, as well as someone who doesn’t abuse their wealth. It levels out the relationship in more instances than the tax bracket. 

Muriel 

Muriel never thought to ask about your finances because he genuinely didn’t care. This issue is completely out of left field for him.

“Thank… you…”

If it sounds stiff, it’s because he is stiff. 

For Muriel, everything always had a price tag. Whether it was for food, shelter, safety, or survival, Muriel always had to cough up some form of payment. Sometimes that payment even came in the form of another’s life, such as in the Colosseum. Now, Muriel has built himself a life where he owes no one anything.

“Not even a memory.”

Muriel knows you’re not like the others, nor does he want to treat you like them. He just needs to get his head and heart in the same place. It will take time, but truly, he cherishes and uses everything you give him. He’s hardly in town, so your gifts are quite literally like nothing he’s ever seen. While he’s a bit shy on the receiving end, you can catch him gawking at it with Inanna by the fire before bed. 

Portia

Portia is a serial penny-pincher, price-expert. She knows this gift is expensive without even looking at the tag. 

“This must have put you out quite a bit…”

“Not really.” You shrug. She is actually aghast. “You’re worth every penny and more.”

Now, she’s floored. Bright eyes big, bottom lip puckered…

“Thank you!” 

While Portia grew up plentiful, she was by no means spoiled. A lot of her clothes were hand-me-downs, and most of her toys were shared with the neighboring kids. She never had a problem with it, and she also never altered her lifestyle as an adult. Even now, many of her wares are pre-loved and patched over the years. 

While she’s very grateful, she just wants you to know that she doesn’t love you for your money. She’s very straight-forward about clearing the air.

“You know it’s not your coin that shines about you, right?”

Lucio

He’s sort of just staring at it. 

Lucio never gave many gifts in his life because he never really received any. He grew up in a ‘finders keepers, losers weepers’ world. Any gift he received always has a meaning behind it, and the meaning wasn’t always sentimental. If anything, the meaning often entailed that he had to prove himself worthy to have it in the first place.

“What am I? A sugar baby?”

He’s waiting for the coin to drop. What is it that you want from him?

Oh, nothing? You want nothing?

“You’re doing this for the hell of it?”

It’s healed a part of his inner child that he never knew needed it. 

Still, he needs to know. 

what do you imagine the M6’s favourite nicknames would be? i notice you use “dove” for lucio often and omg my heart melts every time it’s so cute 🥹

Hi hi! Thanks for the ask! I looooove this question!

Also, can I note that I saw a picture of Lucio with slightly longer hair, and I fear I'd be cooked if he canon looked like that. Anyways, toodles!

The Arcana Headcanons: 「M6 Favorite Nicknames 」

Asra

The favorite is ‘dear heart’. It’s unique and involves the quality he loves the most about you - your character. It’s also their way of transforming a relatively dark time of life into something a bit brighter. While he doesn’t regret sharing his heart, anything remotely involving the Lazaret is difficult to remember.

Others are intermixed depending on the mood - ‘love’, ‘sweetheart’, ‘dearest’… However, your name is pretty high on the list, too. Your name is something unique to you. Even if it’s not your birth name, Asra values whatever you’ve chosen to call yourself.

As for receiving, Asra would physically swoon on the spot if you called him cutie. People often refer to them as ‘mysterious’ or ‘aloof’. ‘Cutie’ is so quintessentially soft and playful, and it really highlights the side of his personality that he only shares with those closest to him. 

Julian

Big on ‘darling’. He says it more than he breathes. He loves tacking other sentiments onto it like - ‘my darling’, ‘sweet darling’, ‘beautiful darling’, ‘truest darling’… There is apparently no limit. When playful, you’ll hear fun combinations, like: ‘you sweet thing’, ‘you silly thing’, or the classic ‘you naughty little thing’.

Julian himself would enjoy hearing you refer to him as ‘Ilya’. He’s a very sentimental person, and this is the name his mother and father gave him. I imagine letting it go was no easy feat. Hearing it reminds him of all the good things that used to be, as well as all the good things that have become. It’s as if his life has come full circle with the return of his name. 

I also personally headcanon that he doesn’t like to be called ‘Jules’ since Lucio often used it during the plague. I don’t think he’d correct anyone if they used it, but he’d prefer if you didn’t.

Nadia

It’s also ‘darling’ for Nadia. In every and any season - happy, mad, flirty, sad - you get the royal ‘darling’. She’s also known to throw in a ‘my love’ or ‘dear’, particularly when she’s feeling a bit vexed. If you’ve really pushed her buttons, then you’re on a legal first name basis. 

Aside from that, Nadia doesn’t mind what you call her. In her career, she’s been called many things, and most were not so kind. Anything pleasant is a pleasant surprise. She doesn’t necessarily have favorites, but the tone you drop ‘Nadi’ will determine the type of side eye you get from her. 

Muriel

Muriel doesn’t really call you anything… Not even by your name. It’s partially due to the fact that it’s usually just the two of you, so there’s no need to distinguish who he’s talking to. More than that, he is a tad inexperienced in all this, and it’s a bit too gushy for him… It feels like a cactus rolling off the tongue.

In very sentimental moments, I could see him calling you something in Kokhuri. He may or may not tell you what it means because, again, it’s still a bit embarrassing for him to admit it. The fact that you don’t really know what he means aids in him getting it through his teeth. However, I imagine that it would be akin to something meaning ‘precious’ or ‘beloved’. 

I will remind Muriel that in one of my headcanon he calls his partner ‘little fairy’. 🙂🙃

Muriel does blush when you call him ‘Muri’. It’s soft and he’s not used to someone being soft with him. 

Portia

‘Sweet cheeks’, ‘sweetheart’, ‘sweetie’, ‘my sweet’... there’s a theme here…

We also have ‘lovely’, ‘lovelies’, ‘my love’, ‘love bug’... again, themes…

Portia uses nicknames more than your real name. The real name tends to be attached to a tug on the ear when you’re being cheeky. 

She likes any sort of nickname you give her. However, like her brother, she very much values when you call her by her real name ‘Pasha’. She gave it up to hide her identity, and the process made her feel like she almost lost herself. Any love she received during that time seemed almost half-hearted because she had to hide half of herself. She can’t quite explain how hearing her name makes her feel from your lips, but the blush against her cheeks and shoulders gives you a hint.

Lucio

‘Dove’ is the big one.  He’d also throw in a ‘babe’, ‘toots’, or ‘sweetheart’ …but really ‘dove’ is the winner. Lucio doesn’t know where he got that name. I don’t think he’s ever called someone that before. It just came to him and stuck.

(The reason I started using ‘dove’ was to symbolize the peace that love brings to his life because I’m sappy like that.)

Lucio’s never been given a nickname, well, let me correct that… he’s never been given an endearing nickname. I think it would take him a moment to process that yes he is indeed the one you are talking to so sweetly. 

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I regret to inform that I'm not super familiar with Castlevania, but! If it's cool, then I'm happy to open this to the fandom to see if anyone else has some headcanons. :))

From someone who’s allergic to bees and shellfish lol

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Heyo! Thanks for the ask! Ye Olde EpiPen is absolutely canon to me.

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The Arcana Headcanons 「MC w/  Anaphylactic Allergies」

Asra

When Asra saw you get a reaction, let’s just say, he was hanging by a thread. You’d never have known, though. Asra’s great at ✨ holding it together ✨.

He did not go through hell and back to return your body just to lose you now. They’ve crafted a spell for this. They don’t mess around.

A part of him hoped that your allergies would disappear after your resurrection not only for your personal enjoyment, but also to eliminate the extra layer of stress on your life. Asra does his best to eliminate it for you, but there’s only so much he can do.

You run a shop hosted in the middle of a massive metropolitan city. It’s customary for Asra to usher in new spices and herbs to attract the ever-changing crowd. It’s impossible to police such a situation, and Asra doesn’t want you to feel like you have to battle-stance with your ye olde EpiPen for the rest of your life.

That's where the spell comes in. He’s quite literally put you in a bubble.

“But this bubble is invisible,” they say, leaning over your shoulder, “so you can’t quite escape me yet.”

Julian

Nothing is ever too difficult for you. You could tell him his hair gives you hives, and he’d shave it off without a thought.

“Gods, I’d look horrendous, though. Like an overgrown baby bird.”

Julian is a doctor, so he has the medical training and supplies to know exactly what to do. Ironically, this makes him uncharacteristically confident. He takes your medicine with him everywhere, and whenever you have a reaction, he’s fast and steady to help.

While there is a bit of an aftershock at seeing you in distress, once again, all hail doctor mode for keeping him on his toes. Lover-bird mode would have had him concussed on the floor…

He’d happily rid the house of whatevers necessary, and he’s not afraid to bark out an order to any potential visitors.

“That’s the benefit of working on a pirate ship. You learn a thing or two about bossing scallywags around.”

Nadia

Nadia is gracious on many accounts, but the palace staff know not to mess with this. Quite frankly, any mistake could cost a job because the same mistake could also cost your life.

At the palace, she feels relatively safe. Outside of the palace, she’s a bit of a nervous wreck. Nothing beats the comfort of home, or rather, nothing beats the control she has at home.

Nadia knows the people she judicates. Some are lovely, most are… challenging. If anything, this experience has been an eye opener on the tenacity of public ignorance. She’s realized that a large part of the struggle doesn't even deal with the allergen. It deals with the people surrounding them.

Whenever you’re out, there’s always a doctor on staff, or in the least, Nazali has taught her well enough what to do. While Nadia is generally calm in an emergency, there’s a certain form of helplessness she feels when you have a reaction.

“It feels like the tides changed in just a breath,” she whispers against you. Truly, the moment rattles her to the bone, and she does hold you a little closer later that night.

Muriel

Since Muriel’s diet is relatively set, I imagine any negation is a huge deficit. Unfortunately, he seems to be a peanut butter and fish kind of guy.

“Especially fish… I really like fish…”

However, he’ll do it for you. He doesn’t even flirt with the idea of eating it outside of your presence. After seeing you have a reaction, the thought of being negligent towards you in any way is sickening, which actually makes the sight of peanut butter and fish slightly off-putting for a season.

Muriel is not completely attune to the “modern medicine” in Vesuvia. Sure, he knows of it, but he doesn’t typically practice it. Most of his remedies are rooted in Kokkuri tradition or nature magic. While he has his ways, he understands that there are others as well. With something like this, he’s not taking any chances. He’ll learn whatever wisdom people are willing to share with him.

Alas! We find a rare bonding moment for Julian and Muriel! You know you’re loved if Muriel steps into that clinic for you. Thankfully, Julian (kind of…) knows what and what not to say to Muriel; and Muriel (sort of…) knows how and how not to work with Julian. It’s a “working” relationship - a relationship working towards the betterment of a dear friend and partner. The common goal should help them through one afternoon…

Portia

Working in the palace with countless important visitors with very important details to their name has trained her for this moment. Portia knows how to handle this type of situation.

However, the fact that this is no longer an unfamiliar face from an unknown land makes her a tad nervous, but the way she deals with that is by remaining in control. She’s much like Nadia in this case, but one of the biggest differences between the two is that she doesn't have an entourage of doctors at her disposal.

Outside dates are a bit stressful for her, and she’s often scolding any potential ignoramuses on sight. There were perhaps a few spicy scuffles… Portia knows that drawing this sort of attention might be uncomfortable for you, and the last thing she wants to do is be a burden. It also doesn’t help that the cottage is smack in the middle of bumblebee land. Plus, Portia may or may not have control about the allergens she comes into contact with at her job.

While she may not have the resources of a royal, she does have the backing of a very talented Big Brother MD, as well as a Nevivon granny who may or may not have a soup for the bees. While she is flustered for a season, she eventually gets into the swing of things. Our little star is even clever enough to create substitutes for any dietary restrictions you may have.

Lucio

Lucio doesn’t know a thing about allergies. If he ever exhibited an allergy as a child, he’s pretty sure he was told to just “cough it out.” Unfortunately, it does take a dire situation for him to realize the extent of your condition, but after this, he wised up.

Sure, Lucio is a canon ding-dong, but he’s not unintelligent. Years of mercenary work has taught him to depersonalize from the battlefield and focus on the goal. He knows basic medical aid, and he’s not squeamish about applying it.

Thus, Lucio is ironically handy in an emergency. When you have a reaction, it’s handled with surprising ease.

“I’m charming, aren’t I?” he says with a wink, cradling you against his lap as you recover.