#nazali the arcana

[thearcana-outofcontext]

[ace--of--swords]

#1 Sibling mug award of the year

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I did it! I've been wanting to draw Nadia's sisters for a long time, so thanks for the cool idea, @farlongerthanforever The original post: https://www.tumblr.com/farlongerthanforever/740537572768481280/someone-draw-this-but-the-satrinava-sisters-please?source=share

The original image:

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More mc and Nazali cause I can

[snobgoblin]

this is Nadia with her sisters

[villasukkahaha]

The they/thems

[theintrovertbean]

@emperor-chance and I have been doing our daily simping together and came to the conclusion that angsty teenager Nadia was a metalhead and she played drums for the sole purpose of annoying her siblings.

Nadia, while playing with her drums: Haha, now I can get back at them for being agitating.

Her siblings: headbanging as she plays

Nadia: … 😠 plays harder

Her siblings: 🤘🏾 headbanging harder

Nadia: … My plan backfired. Back to the drawing board.

Credits to @emperor-chance for the incredible idea! Thank you!

[bunnydoobles]

KICK GOAT ASS!!

okay i literally didnt know what else to title this. my first time drawing a scene!! AND ACTUALLY DOING THE BACKGROUND!! i was actually so proud of this little piece, it took me a while- i lowkey gave up effort last minutes but i still like the way it turned out,, i probably got some details of this scene off/wrong but this is how i interpreted it!! the scene where they're first all facing off the Devil in the Magician's realm and Andrea starts glowing with the magic of their connections like the Y/N he is (Book XX- Judgement, Chapter "Never Alone")

cause ah, yes. how else to defeat the devil but with the power of friendship?

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

just so yall know, i dont only write for the main six Arcana characters

feel free to request pretty much anyone

like you want a Morga, Nahara, or Nazali fic? i gotchu 🙏 dont be shy yall

[majulians-groupie]

♡Nadi fluff oneshot♡,

With an MC that deals with Lupus 🤍🪷🪻✨️

So this is a continuation of the previous headcannon post,I just post it separately because I kind of escalated and accidentally wrote a one-shot instead of headcannons😂.Oops👀

I wrote this during a recent Lupus flare I had,so I kind of projected a few personal emotions in it.I really hope that through this I will able to send comfort vibes to anyone that needs them♡

If you are fighting a chronic illness,you got this.Keep up,you are stronger than you think,and Nadia is here to remind you(I know it's easy to forget,it's okay ���)

•TO THE STORY:)))))))●

(This takes place back when the MC first moved into the palace to assist Nadia with Julian's investigation. You and Nadia may not know eachother for long,but you both have noticed that there is an unspoken connection between you two,one you are both afraid to express or explore)

🦉🌙🦉🌙🦉🌙Nadia🌙🦉🌙🦉🌙🦉 :

Since of the first days you moved into the palace,she had noticed that there were days where something was off about you.Even though you were trying to brush it off,she would notice that you seemed tired,and that your moves were carefull,as if you were recovering from an injury.

Despite her concern,Nadia is never one to be indiscreet and hesitates to press on the matter.However, she makes sure that your stay in the palace is as much comfortable as possible,providing you everything you may need. -she reminds you that if you ever start feeling a little bit under the weather,you can always request a checkup from the palace's physician-

As you get to know eachother and you start to bond,she makes it her goal to gain your trust and help you on whatever issue is tormenting you and yout wellbeing. One morning where you had a -particularly-bad flair,one you couldn't hide and shake off, she decides to finally gently press on the subject.

You layed on your bed in your guestroom on the palace,waiting for Portia to fetch the painkillers she insisted  she would bring you from her stock in her bedroom's cabinet (you didn't dare refuse,seeing the worried but strict look on her face).As the door opens,you see that the one to enter your room,is the countess herself Nadia holding a box of painkillers and a loaf of pumpkin bread(she has noticed it is your favourite in breakfast).Even in her nightgown,she was as classy and elegant as always.

-MC -she whispers-....

...Good Morning dear,I am sorry to burst in your room like that,(she literally knocked) it is just that Portia has informed me that you will not be able to join us for breakfast,and that you may take the day off because you appear to be...-she lingers,a concerned look on her face...sick?

-Yes, you say uncertainly.But it is no big deal really..Maybe I've come down with the flu or something

-She also told me you refused to see the palace physician. Is there any specific reason about this?Is there anything wrong about him that I should be aware of?If you are more comfortable with a female doctor,we can make that happen you know.

-No no!It is not that,it is just...

...you sigh.It is not that you can't just simply brush the matter off with practiced ease nor that Nadia is pushing you.It is just that even though you are not comfortable talking about your disease with people,you had a feeling you could trust Nadia.That she wouldn't pity you,unwillingly reducing you to your struggles,nor judge you,make you feel ashamed or freak out and ask you if it is contagious.(unfortunately Vesuvia's horrible education system's consequences are not limited to illiteracy.People are seriously uneducated about chronically and disabled people,and the scars the plague left in the city only make the matter worse)

You also needed to get a few things of your chest,so you decided to hesitantly open up to her.

Nadia is a great listener,making your hesitation slowly vanish,as you pour your thoughts and fears into the conversation.As your voice gets steadily more emotional,she slowly starts coming closer to you ,holding your hand,brushing her thumb over it,her gaze never leaving your eyes.

The closeness gets you completely rid of any filters or barriers you may had.As your discussion turns into a vent,you don't even realize that you are suddenly tearing up.Nadia decides to be bold and slowly pulls you up to your her soft embrace,careful to not induce any pain.

You stay there for a moment,and she feels happy about the fact that she feels you slowly relaxing to her arms,the tension leaving your body as you melt into her touch.

After a few seconds,she speaks:

-Portia gave me the strongest painkillers she had stored,so I recommend not taking them with any empty stomach.I took the liberty of choosing pumpkin bread-a small smirk appears on her face.-

As you smile to her,you slowly sit up,trying to not make a big deal out of the fact that your body is aching all over.You didn't know what was happening.You haven't had such a bad flair in months.Everything was going well,and your blood exams were better than ever.It was so frustrating, that some times,there was not an explanation,things were just the way they were,stubborn to follow progress and change.

Nadia interrupts your thoughts by asking you if it would be better to call your own personal doctor.

-It would be ideal,but they are currently on the other side of the country,participating on a mission to provide healthcare for remote villages in the Eastern mountains.They won't be in Vesuvia for another 2 weeks.(You hated the fact that rheumatologists were so rare )

-So actually,maybe the palace physician is not a bad idea,you admit.

As the doctor checks you up,prescribing the proper antiflammatory medication,he suggest you take a few days off your investigation,giving your body the time it needs to rest.He also regretfully mentions that your knee needs an arthrocentesis,but he currently lacks the necessary equipment for it,so you will have to do it the old fashion way,dressing your knee with ice and letting your body absorb the fuild on its own.

In the next few days,Nadia manages to take a few days off her courtly duties,warily leaving a more than eager Valerius to look after the stuff that need watching over.She knew it probably wasn't a good idea,but something inside of her wanted,needed to be close to you,help you in this difficult moment.At first she would just keep you company and assist you with the ice compresses.Talking,drinking tea and reading a book at your bedside.It was more obvious than ever that something,a strong unspoken connection was lingering between the two of you.

As the days passed,there were moments that you were frustrated,and were not satisfied with your progress.You couldn't understand why you STILL needed bedrest. It felt unfair.You were doing everything right.

It was there when she gently interfered,her hand in your shoulder,reminding you that you weren't strong and capable only when you were able to brush your symptoms off.You were also incredibly and undeniably strong when you were able to go through your symptoms at their worst,prioritizing yourself and your needs,having the often undervalued but incredible strength of being patient.It wasn't up to you how strong or small the pain and the fatigue would be.So it wasn't your responsibility to keep up with it,or always try to ignore it,reducing the importance of it.Your reactions and what you are going through is valid.If anyone were to tell you otherwise,they were just being dense,not able to own up and understand the situation properly,therefore their opinion should not matter to you.

She noticed the way you looked at her,trying to not tear up,grateful for the words you needed to hear.The ones that Asra repeated over and over,never managing to convince you one hundred per cent.It is not that Nadia magically convinced you,it is wasn't even something thay had to do with the words specifically.It was just that her presence only provided you with a different sense of comfort.One that was deep,that broke through your shields and barriers and gently invaded into the back of your head,were your darkest thoughts would linger and torment you,waiting to find you at any weak moment,to assault you.As she sat on the edge of your bed,her body language gently asking for permission,she slowly and carefully folded you in her arms.This time,you were instantly comfortable.You willingly let yourself relax into her embrace,and you felt a sense of comfort take over you,almost numbing a small percentage of the pain.As she slowly stroke your hair,you let a breath you realize have been wanting to release for a while.You didn't even realized when you dozed off,into a deep and calm sleep.

Nadia was so stuck into her own thoughts,that it took her a while to realize you were actually asleep on her arms.She was worried about you,and she sensed the unfairness of the situation.You were a responsible person.Almost too responsible.Always careful with the alcohol and never smoking.Stuck to your sleeping schedule,almost in a complulsive way.But now it made so much sense.You were always taking care of yourself,doing everything right.You were so young,and your body was failing you.It was not right,and she hated the fact that she couldn't do anything about it.She remembers you trying to hide your pained expression as you were trying to sit up and frowned.She turned to look at you,your chest slowly going up and down against her,a peaceful look on your face that would make someone believe that everything was fine.But it wasn't.Her mind wandered,thinking of how many people were suffering from illnesses like yours,that had not access to the healthcare they needed.How many times a grim situation could have been preventable?How many times children died from a simple fever a syrup would have evaporated?As much as she was frustrated your doctor was away when you nedded them,she couldn't help but admire the fact that they were trying to help in places where healthcare was limited to home remedies that provide little to no comfort or relief.Her mind then wandered to Nazali.Even though she missed her sibling,she was more proud of them than ever.

She felt a sense of responsibility as a countess.It wasn't the job of the doctors to give over their life to fix the incapability of the leaders to make a proper healthcare system.Their job was to simply help and assist their patients.

She had to do something about it.She could try to redesign Vesuvia's healthcare system(honestly the what?)back from the start.She would try her best to make healthcare available for every citizen.No matter how much time it takes.She would make sure that schools will provide the education needed to build a society that treats disabled and sick people with the respect they deserve,and give the chance to anyone wanting to work on healthcare to do so.The shortage of medical personnel,doctors and researchers was huge after the plague,and all sorts of medication was becoming harder to find every day.She will talk to other world leaders as well.Maybe they can have a meeting about it.Maybe they could sign an agreement.She will see.

First though, she has to make sure thay you are okay.And she will do whatever it takes to be there for you,always watching you and admiring you for your strength,grateful to you for trusting her with your vulnerabilities,and opened her mind to issues she took for granted for way longer than she was proud of.

Well,that's a wrap folks,I really hope you enjoyed reading,it was kinda long but heyy writing was practice for my non existent attention span.

You can always ask me and drop headcannon/fic recommendations.My ask box is always open

My batter is dying,ttyl

Eva♡

[soulless-angel25]

things I've screenshoted while playing

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Chapters: 14/? Fandom: The Arcana (Visual Novel) Rating: Mature Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Apprentice/Julian Devorak, Apprentice/Lucio (The Arcana), Julian Devorak/Lucio (The Arcana), Apprentice/Julian Devorak/Lucio (The Arcana), Nadia (The Arcana)/Original Female Character(s), Lucio/Nadia (The Arcana) Characters: Julian Devorak, Lucio (The Arcana), Lucio Morgasson, Montag Morgasson - Character, Apprentice (The Arcana), Nazali Satrinava, Nadia Satrinava, Nadia (The Arcana), Original Female Character(s), Valdemar (The Arcana), Volta (The Arcana), Vulgora (The Arcana), Vlastomil (The Arcana), The Devil | Lucio's Patron (The Arcana), Count Spada, Asra (The Arcana), Salim Alnazar, Aisha Alnazar Additional Tags: Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Friends to Enemies, Friends to Lovers, Enemies to Lovers, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Polyamory, Blood, Injury, Mild Gore, Canon-Typical Violence, Romance, Slow Burn, Gender-Neutral Apprentice (The Arcana), Julian's POV, Lucio's POV, mentions of amputation, Sexual Tension, Sexual Content, Alcohol, Plague, Pre-Red Plague (The Arcana), Red Plague (The Arcana), Collar play, Threesome, Character Death, Graphic Depictions of Illness, Grief/Mourning, Depression, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism Chapter Summary: As infuriated at Lucio as Julian is, the young attendant in him is equally devastated. He had once looked up to Montag as a symbol of confidence. Of exhilaration. What the Apprentice once said about seeing Lucio’s vulnerability, his light, still lingers in Julian’s mind. He recalls the afternoon in the garden, gilded sunlight and laughter. That night, Lucio gifted him the vielle. Julian can feel the gentle squeeze of his shoulders as the Count wishes him safe travels. He drowns in the heat of Lucio flush to him.

Chapter 10, The Past: Back to the Way Things Were

Julian’s first day of journeying begins with a boat ride and ends when he reaches a tiny island in the middle of the Emerald Sea. In a small fishing port, he meets up with Nazali, who had apparently already been on their way to the Masquerade when they received a call for aid from the village of Akash.

“It’s good to see you, old friend,” Julian beams upon seeing his mentor’s familiar face. Nazali smiles, the corners of their eyes crinkling with joy as they stride towards the auburn-haired rogue.

“I’m glad you’ve decided to come with me,” Nazali greets Julian with a bear hug and a strong clap on the back, “It sounds like things are getting worse in Akash.”

“When did the outbreak start?” Julian questions, slinging his pack over his shoulder and letting Nazali lead him away from the port.

“A couple weeks back was their first recorded case. No one really knows how it started, but there’s been a rumor going around that a merchant from Vesuvia brought it with them,” Nazali explains, face set in a grave frown. Julian’s heart sinks to his stomach. If only he and his fellow physicians could work faster, smarter, something.

If only Lucio would take things more seriously, Julian thinks, irritation welling in his mind. If the Vesuvian court wouldn’t keep stepping on his toes, on Nadia’s toes, maybe this damned disease would be gone by now. More funding should be directed towards the cure effort. Instead, it goes right into Lucio’s pocket or into building that dreadful quarantine center...

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Little plague doctor apprentice :) (spoilers its me)

[theintrovertbean]

If Nadia is 48 how old do you think her siblings and parents are? Are her siblings 1 year or a couple years apart?

Honestly, I refuse to believe that Nadia is anywhere above 35 or even 30 because there's just no way; it's unbelievable. Like, look at her. The first time I saw Nadia, I thought she was like 28. Plus, she is a bit immature for a woman in her 40s. NOW LOOK AT HER PARENTS TOO. Nasrin popped out seven kids, she is likely at least 80 years old, and yet, she looks like the Prakran Tina Turner (rip Queen). Namar also looks like a baby compared to his actual age. Honestly, the entire family looks waaaay too young for their actual ages. I think the devs simply fucked up the timeline and then didn't care enough to fix it.

But if Nadi really is 48, then I think Natiqa might be 50 or 51 because she looks pretty much the same age as Nadi. They probably have the smallest age gap out of the Satrinava siblings.

Nasmira could be 54, Nahara and Navra 57. Nazali 61 and Nafizah 65.

They all have to be at least about 3 years apart because otherwise, @ragingaces is gonna kill me because the human body needs a couple years to heal between pregnancies.

Either way, Nasrin and Namar would be at least 83 (if they started having kids early), which is crazy because people in their 80s don't look like that. Ain't no way they sailed to Vesuvia all the way from Prakra and didn't lie in bed for a week straight because traveling made all their joints hurt.

In conclusion, they are a bunch of grandmas plus a stylish grandbaba.

[macabremayhem]

Oh, I have a very longstanding idea in my head (which, of course, I haven't been able to realise due to time constraints). I love the story of the ancient scholar Hypatia, and this is the ONLY idea with an original character that I like. There's a film, "Agora", about this scholar: a story based on a kind of "myth" around her, but I still love it. This myth links the story of her murder by Christian fanatics to the burning of the Library of Alexandria. Even though it's Late Antiquity, I would place this story much earlier in the Arcana fantasy timeline, in the period when Valdemar is still human, and would not associate it with Christianity, just with some kind of religious fanaticism (but in a kind of way that resembles of Christian fanaticism). Since my headcanon is that Valdemar was born like in period of Egyptian history called the Old or Middle Kingdom, I would set the story around that time. And that they meet the Devil when the "Bibliotheca Alexandrina" (in the world of Arcana, of course, I wouldn't call it that) was burned. And a fanatical mob kills a scholar that Valdemar was working with, and they're very angry and desperate. And that's when the Devil appears to them.

(I hope to write that one day, because I really love that idea: using an ancient scholar as a prototype for an original character. I feel like they would have similar feelings for her as they do for Nazali in the canon)

Yes, I love ✨THE DRAMA✨. :D

I swear it looks better and more detailed in person 😭🙏

I headcannon that Valdemar became a demon after being shunned from their hometown after wanting to learn more/ teach the people about science, so people accused them of either insanity or being a witch. Then the people decided to chase them and attack them. After that, they probably got injured after running, passed out, and woke up in the Arcana realms where they seek The Devil for help.