Novel & Cerita Arcane Powder Fanart

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.

“Anyhow, here you go. We’re all glad we could help.” Ariandre took the horn with both hands, her smile widening as she stared down at it for several moments. Finally, she lifted it to her head and pressed it against the hole in her forehead. As soon as the horn was in place, it began to glitter with rainbow-colored sparkles. Ariandre’s alabaster skin and her snowy coat seemed to glow slightly from within. A small sigh escaped her lips as she felt the horn’s power flow through her. “Ahhhhhhhh… You can’t imagine how good this feels.”

“You’re crap at it, Angie – but I’m clearly talented at spellcasting –“ Angeline laughs and swats her hand at me but she doesn’t deny it – when Angeline did the spell we were at best able to tint our lips a different color. But when I did it… My best friend grins and picks up the little vial of greenish-grey powder that I have to spread across my palms to make it work. “Such a shame we’re running low,” she sighs. “If I’d known it was going to work this well I’d have bought ten of these.” “And Mahl would have flogged you for wasting all his gold,” I reply, smirking at her. “Seriously, Angeline, this tiny bottle cost more than what my father sends me for a season’s worth of clothes –“

"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

Each one just seems to out preform the last. This piece in particular is taken from human inspiration. They have something called Greek gods and goddesses, though they just remind me of faeries. Still, this is a pastel color painting that I hope depicts something like a dream where these angelic beings are sitting somewhere on clouds far away from our perception. “I’m going to list it for five grand,” I say and hold my breath as I wait for Arthur’s reaction. “Go for seven.” He says as if that’s even a possibility.

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.

A simple but cunning method to draw attention away from their warehouse. The vision of the sprites was a wild blurry state, akin to looking through a stained glass window. Movement was evident by the dancing flame like tendrils that protruded from the moving figures. Even through reduced state she witnessed through the sprites, she could still make up the form of her Kolysian enemy. The skeletal shamble of the machine men, the hunched gait of their autogolems and confident stride of the Kolysians themselves. She focused a bit more of her tether on the sprite on East street, attempting to tie the bond of the arcane eye to the machine’s vision. Straining through, her attempt had bore fruit. So

"Tell me all you know of Amara." Thalia begins to explain, her voice steady and filled with conviction. "Amara is unique, King Badan. I believe she is a hybrid—half wolf or lycan, mixed with witch's blood. If my suspicions are correct, she is the last descendant of the Crimson pack, making her royalty. It seems that she was bound as a baby to hide the immense power she holds within, and her counterpart was bound to never surface."