Same

Same ❤️😭

I can die happy now

lucio: you like me? you like my personality?

mc: i was surprised too

This is so good 😍❤️

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The One Made Of Flowers Arcana Fanfic!!!

Made as a special delivery for this three special beings! @susceptible-but-siriusexual , @crazyyfaaangirl and @anime-and-fanfics !

But, everyone can enjoy it! So feel free to see them! 😊

- The Apperentice’s Aesthetic

- Quotes

- Lucio’s Aesthetic

-Quotes

“Loona...” I heard the familiar voice of my business partner, making me smile lightly and leave the sit on my desk.

“Yes? Anything you might need?” I asked, ready to help him in whatever task he had for me.

“Actually... Yes, I do need help... Can you explain me what this is?” I was about to respond when I realized what it was... My visions notebook about her. “Well...”

“Asra... Is not what you might think... You know I wouldn’t break our promises, much less on your back.” I said, watching him eye me, searching for signs of lying, yet finding none.

“Alright... Then tell me what is this suppose to mean and be.” He said, with arms crossed, obviously concerned.

“This means that visions of that woman appear to me ever since I came to the palace...” I said, taking a sit by his side. “They are always triggered by this city... Wherever... Whenever...”

“And you thought that building a mental map would help you figure her out and stop you from seeing them...” He concluded, facepalming. “You wanna know the truth about her?”

“Nobody knows the truth.” I say, looking at my notebook, then at him. “Not even you... Since you told me what everybody knows...”

“But I also told you to stay out of it... Yet, here you are. So, then let me tell you my truth...” He said, taking my notebook in hands. “And I will tell you every single thing you missed from start to finish... Or you can keep your notebook and go back to the palace.”

“Do I have a choice?” I asked, looking at him in the eyes, he knew I hated having to decide on something that wouldn’t satisfy both of us.

“Loona... You always do...” He assures me, giving me a genuine smile, making me relax a bit. “So... Do you wish to know her..? The one made of flowers?”

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A few perfume associations with Arcana characters.

small note: It is not quite “what aroma suits the character” or smth like that, it is rather "what fragrance comes to my mind when I think of the character". Associative series sometimes are very associative. 

Asra: 

The Ritual of Happy Buddha by Rituals… Warm cedarwood and bittersweet orange. Cozy, enveloping aroma of tranquility, serene and shelteredness. Really happy scent. 

Breath of God by Lush. Contrast of fruity-sweety lightness and earthy-woody heaviness. Melon, sandal, vetiver, rubber, camphor, something smoked… Grunge, esoteric, hypnose. All to shake and stir. One of those aroma you think you’ve figured out but the next moment it turns to you on entirely different side.

Copal Azur by Aedes de Venustas. Completely different fragrance. Melancholic, absentminded suitable for wandering alone. Sparkling, fresh, slightly spicy smell of vastnesses under the endless ozonous sky. The air smells of wood resins and essential oils, but a thunderstorm already feels from the distance. 

Nadia: 

Passage d'Enfer by L'Artisan Parfumeur. Strict, slightly disturbing, one second cold, the next warm, fascinating, one second insinuating, the next tender. Stunningly beautiful in its mystery and inaccessibility, and at the same time so close and intimate.

The Pour Un Ete by L'Artisan Parfumeur. Tart jasmine, bitterish green tea. Noble intellectual with a temper. Seems so sweet, delicate and playful but also may choke you in certain circumstances.

Floriental by Comme des Garcons. Languid powdery plum, even plum cordial, with pink pepper, alluring roughness with enveloping non-confectionery sweetnessin in deepness. Despite its sensuality is quite so-to-say businesslike and non-diverting.

Julian: 

pretty obvious association - Wood Sage & Sea Salt by Jo Malone London. Cool salty breeze, wet railings, vulnerary herbs. Very, very soft like the most tender touch of the sea mist. Can be sweet and playful or freshly and keeping concentration, calming or exciting, but always supporting. Quite close to skin so you need to nuzzle for the best acquaintance ;) Also good in conjoin with ‘Pomegranate Noir’ by same producer, if you catch my drift 😏

Encens et Lavande by Serge Lutens. Intriguing, tart, sensual bitter-grassy, a little smoky and slightly salty, old books, resinous ship timber. Not very complicated on the surface - some can even say that it is too simple just like aftershave - but um… don’t judge it too hastily, it is only facade, it’s much deeper than appears. It can excite, turn you on, and then, softly and gently, immerse you in calm languid pleasure.

Huế ‘City Of Dead Kings’ by Anna Zworykina Perfumes. Perhaps, it is the weirdest association. The dark corner of the soul. Here is the heat of calescent old stone, the dry seaweed on the salt coast, medical tinctures, thick and bitter, stagnant water surrounded by jungles, longing, sorrow, despair… So many components, very ambiguous fragrance, but inexplicably attractive, dark swamping fantasy with the hope of a revival.

Muriel: 

another rather obvious choice as it canonically should be myrrh aroma - Myrrh by Demeter. Myrrh. Just monomyrrh, smoky, slightly sweet, slightly sourish, really memory-catching. funny thing, I truly have some own… complicated memories about one person which return with that smell

Black Cedarwood & Juniper by Jo Malone London. Could be another strange choice as it quite light and aquarel for Muriel. But I see forest after the rain, wet moss and broken juniper branches outside the hut, cedarwood shavings on the floor leaved after crafting, spicery smell of herbal infusion in the pot on dying fire. Storm is gone and hut is empty. More about place than a character, perhaps.

Irish Leather by Memo Paris. Can’t help but it is always juniper for me when it is about Muriel. Deep, calm, kinda withdrawn but fresh like a sip of pure water from a stream. Combination of forest and moorlands. Beauteous astringency and bitterness of juniper, warm dry herbs on the wind, sharp note of wormwood hides under worn leather. And in heart, under all that roughness, lies imperceptible noticeable for a first sight sweetness of tonka beans.

Portia: 

Aqua Allegoria Mandarine Basilic by Guerlain. A bittery-green whiff of wind in a shady garden on a warm sunny day. Bright and friendly like a good partner. Sparkling and tender, light and dizzy, cheerful and playful, frozen moment of happiness.

Five O'Clock Au Gingembre by Serge Lutens. Cozy, relaxing gatherings on a golden sunset after busy day, cinnamon-ginger-honey tea (or sometimes cocoa on a mood), warm pastries. No worries, no chores, quiet intimate conversation, overwhelming sense of security and wonderfully aching and slightly unsettling feeling of some hazy hope.

Vanilla Vibes by Juliette Has A Gun. Sea! Secluded beaches! Freedom! Very calm and warm waters, small soft grains of sand, sweetness of embraces, sun on freckled shoulders, wind in the hair and taste of dried salt on the warm skin. Sweet-salty smell of pure joy.  

Lucio: 

Fille en Aiguilles by Serge Lutens. Because of naming lol

Blackpepper by Comme des Garcons.  Spicy. Very spicy. Lot of piercing ringing pepper at start that could be repulsive or even ridiculous. But if you’ll like it, soon you’ll find long thrilling sense of dense woody-smoky voluptuous close-to-skin warmth which you want to snuggle to and to be dissolved in… 

Haute Voltige by L'Artisan Parfumeur. Bright, self-confident, rather capricious and unpredictable, you never know which side it will reveal today. ~Provocative~. A mix of pleasant and repellent. Red drops of sweet-and-sour pomegranate liqueur, slightly peony bitterness, coniferous barb, sense of notes of metal and cold. But it should be treated with a heed, some find it too… animalistic.

Serge Noir by Serge Lutens. Thick cold cinder and soot under viscous suffocating clove, disturbing sense of vague danger. It is like a grip on neck on the first moment, though it recedes quite soon. But not completely. It becomes more restrained, but prickly waves touch the skin over and over again, slightly scratching, and spicy smoke generously shrouds it with its dense heat. Harmonious disharmony.