Arcane Powder Fanart Novels & Stories

Like they can’t wear PJs if they aren’t made of silk. The bun he’s packed his hair up into is loose, so the darkened tips of his brown hair fall like wisps around his face, framing it perfectly. Yeah, very pretty. Who the hell looks this good so early in the morning?. The Aronohai genes are a product of witchcraft. Witchcraft I tell you. If any of his dickriding fans were to see him now, they’d probably just die. You would literally be able to feel the intensity of the thirst comments from these people. It would be scary as hell.

The bullshit I feed people, I swear! Lucia, amore mio (my love*), stay here with me. Do not go with these strangers. Cazzo.(fuck*) I am pathetic. I do not even want to share her with kids anymore. My answer seems to disappoint her, and she returns to her guests. Once she is out the door, I listen and slide my desk chair toward the large bay window. Ah. Perfect. I can hear everything Lucia and her guests are talking about. I will never tell her that the sun is to represent me. I want the sun to be on her chest, near her heart. It is a fucking disaster.

"Thank you, Aunt Cleo. This means a lot to me." The pendant Aunt Cleo gave Aqua was nothing short of mesmerizing. Crafted from sterling silver, the pendant was shaped like a delicate crescent moon, symbolizing the mysterious and potent nature of Aqua's powers. At the center of the crescent nestled a large, oval-cut gemstone that was uniquely clear, like a drop of captured morning dew. The clarity of the stone made it particularly special, as it reflected Aqua's emotional state, changing color with her mood. Intricate filigree work adorned the crescent moon, with tiny symbols and runes etched into the silver, each representing protection and strength. The craftsmanship was exquisite, making i

Miya said, and luna Nesta nodded. “In that case, all of us represent Arcanes. All of us pick up properties from people around us to form an identity of our own. If we see on a broad scale, none of us have a unique identity of our own, we borrow identities of others now and then and dispose of parts of those identities like the skin of a snake. Don’t we?” I said. Luna Nesta smiled, “you are absolutely right, Diana. Maybe Zephyr is indeed normal because Arcanes are normal too. They are the invasive species of the Gloom forests.”

"You always know how to make me feel better, Xavier." I chuckled softly, grateful for the connection we shared. "Well, that's what partners do, isn't it? Support and uplift each other." We continued our walk, the conversation flowing freely. Arcane's mind was a mosaic of aspirations, each fragment waiting to find its place. She spoke of her love for art, her fascination with the human mind, and the thrill she found in exploring new cultures through books and documentaries. "Maybe," she mused, "I'll find a way to combine all these interests. Create something that truly speaks to people, you know?"

ARWYN I release the powder puff, filling the room with pink smoke. I scoff at the color, wishing Raith— Pete's Artificer— had chosen something darker. A smirk plays on my lips as the men cough and collapse, grasping their stomachs. The puff was laced with wildbane, a substance that weakens soldiers by slowing their heartbeats dangerously. I hold my breath and lunge for the window, but it won't budge. Cursing, I attack the window again, but it won't open. Frustrated, I give up and run for the smaller door.

Carrel spoke after Luka pressed the ‘complete task’ on his menu. A screen popped up in front of us and a list of items was displayed. Seeing one item listed, I quickly accepted the items and a baby kitsune appeared. I didn’t pay attention to the gold pieces we earned or anything else. My focus was solely on our new pet. It was the cutest little fox that I have ever seen. It was a bright magenta, similar to the color of the tips on my real hair. The Kitsune had black on its ears and tail as if it had been dipped in black paint. A little black heart was under its right eye.

“You’re going to be able to figure out how Hawthorne staged my death, right? You’re a shaman, and it sounds like you’re a necromancer, too. Fake bodies ought to be right up your alley.” Arik sighed and propped himself up against the wall, crossing his ankles and also crossing his arms over his chest. The t-shirt he wore showed the tattoos on his arms, and I didn’t know a ton about magic, but…yeah, shaman. Those swirling runes and arcane patterns couldn’t indicate anything else.

“Uh… I don’t think I’ll need makeup. It’s past ten and I'm actually going home—” “Could you please just do it?” she whined, giving me that wide-eyed, pouty-lipped puppy look. “It’s my way of saying thanks. Because I just know Heidi Bier 'the bitch' is getting canceled tomorrow—and you, sweet little thing, are the main character.” She clasped her hands dramatically under her chin. I sighed, accepting my fate. And ended up being dollified by Amy Ambrose. “This,” she said, holding up a sleek lipstick tube, “is one of my unreleased products. Aurora Shade Plus Glitter. Reddish-pink. And you are the first to wear it.”

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