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kin-silver-jewel · 5 years

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Arcadia Nasrin Slavik

Birthday August 7 (sun: Leo, Moon: Virgo, Rising: Pisces)

Height: 5’6

Favorite food: biscuits and gravy (savory), anything with chocolate for sweets

Favorite drink: Hibiscus and passion fruit tea with a bit of honey

Favorite flower(s): Love-in-a-mist and cherry blossoms

Daughter of Edmond and Leyla (neé Darvish) Slavik, also has a little brother named Dragomir Karim Slavik. Arcadia has an optimistic and curious personality; she is also quiet and kind hearted. Because of her curiosity she’s willing to try almost anything once. Arcadia is the type to try and keep peoples spirits up. Just knows when to tell others what they need to hear not what they want to hear. She also has a particular fondness for animals, especially cats and dogs. She is a bit of a worrywart when it comes to those she cares about, although she does like to tease them from time to time. When annoyed she has snarky or sarcastic (also some violent ones) thoughts but keeps them to herself. When Arcadia starts getting really upset she goes into ‘ice queen’ mode to keep herself in check. She doesn’t like lashing out at people even those she’s not fond of. If someone manages to push her too far or incites her protective instincts for those she cares for. She’ll spew whatever is on her mind, especially if she dislikes them. She’s also been known to swear in these moments as well. (Also when highly emotional curse words pop out as well) While she won’t necessarily act out any violence she thinks of, she is a firm believer in karma. When push comes to shove she will defend herself and others. If she can find non violent ways to get back at someone (such as tickling) she will. While not experienced with intimacy because well, no one interested her; she did study as much as she could on the subject. Arcadia can be embarrassed on occasion by unexpected praise, complements and/or flirtation. She’s also pretty modest when it comes to herself; for example she doesn’t see herself as some exquisite beauty. She would describe herself as pleasant enough to look at.

Arcadia grew up in a loving home. Her father is a scholar who had wanderlust when he was younger. He encouraged and indulged his daughter’s curiosity (He was highly curious himself). Telling her to keep an open mind about the world; the bedtime stories Edmond told were myth, folktales and any tales he heard during his journeying days. He taught Arcadia anything he could while she was sitting on his lap. Her mother would watch them with a smile when it wasn’t her turn. She was a dancer, songstress and occasional actress. (Edmond knew how to sing as well. His wife did have to teach him out to dance.) Leyla while encouraging her daughter’s interest did make sure to teach her when she needed stop pursuing the gathering of information. Edmond wasn’t the only one teaching Arcadia; while he was teaching her intellectual matters, Lelya was teaching their daughter her craft (along with cooking and other various skills) when she was old enough. Arcadia loved the singing and dancing, the acting not so much. At the age of five Arcadia became a big sister. She loves her little brother and helped as often as she could.

Arcadia first realized she had a talent for magic when she was protecting Drago from bullies and she lost her temper around the age of 10 or so. When she told her parents what happened, Leyla knew who could possibly help Arcadia control her magic. The next day Leyla took her to her sister’s shop. Magic ran on her side of the family and her sister had greater ability with it. It was at this shop she later met Asra. Her aunt taught her the basics of magic. It was during this time she learned how that when she kept her fingers in beat with music in her head; it would be projected so others could hear. Other than her aunt, Arcadia mostly studied in her free time while helping at her aunt’s shop.

At about 20 she got a tattoo on the right side of her pelvis, it was around then she met Asra. They hit it right off and she saw him like another little brother. She enjoyed his company and talking to him. Later in that year at the masquerade Arcadia met Nadia who was a recent arrival. It was when she was walking home that night she met her familiar (which she later named Mahtab) the poor pup (a Shikoku) was alone and shivering. Upon seeing the mark (a black butterfly outline) on its chest, Arcadia scooped her up and took her home. A little bit before the plague broke out, she met Julian. When she somehow managed to hurt slice open her hip and bleeding. While she was trying to get to stop bleeding; a pair hands interceded. She could only guess that he was drawn over by the sounds Mahtab was making. Arcadia could only stare as this man worked, taking him. She knew that he could see her tattoo, since a tip of his leather gloved finger graze on of the cherry blossom petals. ( https://kin-silver-jewel.tumblr.com/post/188045732523/this-is-arcadias-lone-tattoo-which-she-has) Making no comment on it he continued working. Arcadia’s first thought when she got her brain working again was Red Raven. For some reason he reminded her of the hangman card from Asra’s deck. As she continued to watch her curious nature kicked in. When he was done she thanked him and introduced herself. After he gave her his name, she asked in a sweet smile if he could teach her. Before anything could be said Mahtab thanked Julian as well by jumping on him and licking him.

Her family left just as the plague started. Her father gave her his family ring just before they boarded the boat. Telling her to give it to the one she fell in love with. She kept it in the shop, so she didn’t lose it. Over the time she worked with Julian she did fall in love with him, deciding to keep it to herself for the time being. Also teasingly calling him Dr Red Raven (the red raven bit in a different language), and wouldn’t tell him what it meant when he asked. When she fell sick, she still kept her feelings to herself because she knew Julian’s guilt would be worse. She promised herself if she survived she would tell him. It was during this time she wrote a poems and various other things in a journal so she could let her emotions out. Whenever she saw Julian she would just smile and tell him, that she believed in him. We know what happens from this point.

Miscellaneous info:

Left handed

Was born with jade green eyes; after Asra brought her back, the green portion of her left eye turned white, leaving only the golden yellow specks. (Also has really long lashes) She also gained a mark on her forehead that wasn’t there before her death.

Really long wavy Indigo hair (it curls against the bottom of her rump) with a long white patch of hair (if you haven’t seen my colored artwork)

Skin color is a little lighter than Asra’s

Singing voice range: Mezzo-soprano

#the arcana #acrana apprentice info #arcadia slavik

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dreams-and-mem-ories · 3 years

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Mirrorball | 1.

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The room seems empty before the guests arrive. Tall ballroom ceilings meet in a beautiful four-beam arch and echo the sound of shuffling feet like angels dancing in the heavens. Soon, these masquerade revelers will be dancing too. They file in, the first arrivals. The silly early folk that appear just on time, not a moment too late. Some are only so punctual in order to grab their first pick at the hors d’oeuvres, and others simply know the anxieties of arriving in a room already full. Leisurely, their bodies fill the ballroom as they descend from the steps of a marble and gold spiral staircase, all dressed in a wide variety of colorful apparel.

Tyler arrives in the second crowd --fashionably late, as some call it-- arm looped tightly through Lane’s as she helps him weave steadily through the split people have created at the top of the stairs. His limp is hardly noticeable as she leads him onward, and neither is the brace his left leg wears beneath the outfit he has on. It is a proper occasion, and he is dressed in a hand-me-down suit jacket, black polyester. Underneath it is a collared shirt, dark cherry red and smoothed to perfection, complete with a black silk tie. His date wears the same color scheme, and their venetian style masks compliment one another in gold trim design, fitting perfectly to each of their faces. Her long gown is made of smooth red satin, and just barely brushes the floor as they continue down the steps, slowly, and holding onto the railing, making their way through the growing ocean of people in the ballroom.

“Are we early? I don’t see anyone,” says Lane, leaning over to Tyler as her eyes still scan the room. He gives her a funny look and she smiles, shaking her head. “I mean, I see plenty of people, but none of the ones that we know.”

Tyler twists his neck to look back the way they came, eyes squinting as he looks for a familiar figure, but doesn’t find one in the sea of masked party-goers. “They will arrive soon I’m sure, and Jack was not far behind us,” he turns back to her as they stop, and sees she is already looking at him.

“Relax Ty, you look so nervous.” She flattens the material on his shoulders, then brushes his cheek with the back of her hand. “Arc will be here soon,” she reminds him.

His anxious heart slows a bit at the mention of her name. “I know,” he says simply, “but gatherings like this are not something I frequent, and my leg...”

“You will be fine, I promise.” Lane reassures him, and the two move toward the edge of the crowd, to a table laid with drinks in ice totes, and snacks on marble white plates. The cloth beneath it all is a deep royal blue, with a beautiful Victorian design stitched along its hem. Lane looks over the spread, and happily helps herself to a garnished deviled egg, smiling through her puffed out cheeks.

Meanwhile, Tyler scans the room again, nervous eyes pivoting back and forth as he searches for something to focus them on. He watches a small group of men in the midst of hearty laughter, and studies how they compose themselves -- shoulders back, hands stuffed half way into their pockets. He straightens out his own posture to match theirs, and then continues on. The next clique he finds is a pair of ladies and their dates, who look far less pleased to be attending. The women smile, and one of them seems to notice Tyler’s stare, so he nods his head at her and quickly turns away.

“Punch?” Lane’s voice breaks in through his thoughts as he faces her again.

“Hm?” He mumbles, then sees she is holding a clear glass full of some brightly colored liquid. It looks like it may be sweet but Tyler can’t really tell, considering how fluorescent pink it is.

She holds the glass out towards him and repeats herself, “Punch, do you want some?”

“Does it have anything ...special in it?” he asks, taking the cup from her hand and bringing it up to his nose.

“I mean, it has ice,” she jokes with him, watching as he lowers the drink.

His head tilts down ever so slightly, “You know what I meant.”

Lane giggles, “I assure you, it hasn’t been spiked,” she raises her eyebrows on the last word, then finishes with a cheeky: “Not yet.”

Eyeing her, Tyler takes a sip. The cool drink stays in his mouth for a moment as he decides whether or not he likes the taste. At first, it is sweet like he imagined it would be, but then there is a hint of lemon and raspberry that adds quite the sour kick. He licks his lips after puckering them a bit, and hands the drink back to Lane, who grins before taking another gulp.

For another few moments, the two walk together, sharing small talk and glances around the room. Lane makes friendly remarks to the lady passerby, complimenting gowns, masks, hairstyles and shoes. Tyler likes that she socializes so easily, and that she includes him in the conversations so he’s not just following her around. She keeps his mind busy so it doesn’t have to wander, and he feels rather secure in her company.

As the ballroom fills more, the masquerade revelers disperse themselves to the outer edges of the dance floor. Music begins, a soft folk song reverberating through the room, product of the pianist stationed to the right of the spiral steps. His tune is joined by two types of guitar --bass and acoustic-- as a soft snare drum pulls it all together. Tyler closes his eyes as the two pause their stroll and he listens for a moment, trying to hear past the sound of soft chatter and shuffling shoes. The song is green-white to him, and soft silver-blue. The kind of feeling one gets when standing in the light of a summer moon. His eyes open again as he leans over to tell Lane of the colors he feels, when she just so happens to spot someone she recognizes and waves them on over.

From the crowded edge of the spiral steps emerges Jack, dressed in a dark pink shirt, buttoned from top to bottom and tucked into his white dress pants. Following close behind him is Steve, wearing a full suit of navy blue, silver and white accenting his collar, cuff and mask. He carries Jack’s mask for him too, and hands it off when they finally reach Lane and Tyler.

“Damn, you two clean up nice.” Lane remarks, reaching forward to fix the mask as Jack struggles to put it on.

He gently swats her hands away, “You guys don’t look half bad yourselves.” He jokes, finally securing the object on his face.

Steve lifts an arm, and Lane hugs him, happy to, after not seeing him for so long. He smiles down at her when she pulls away, and then shifts his eyes to Tyler, offering a hand for him to shake, “It’s good to see you,” he says, winking.

Tyler obliges, nodding to say you too.

“So tell me, what’s a pair of good-looking guys like you doing without your dates?” Lane asks, looking around in an exaggerated manner.

Jack laughs, “Well Steve is practically my date now, because ours left us the second they saw the hors d’oeuvres.”

“But they are here..?” Tyler interjects, thinking of one person in particular.

The blonde narrows his eyes knowingly beneath his mask, “Arc is here, yes.”

Tyler squints at him, but then lifts his gaze to the spiral staircase. He would have come up with a clever remark, but he does not have the time to think of one as the figure paused at the top of the steps catches his attention. His eyes focus and he recognizes her; he’d know that almond smirk anywhere. Arcadia has gracefully entered the ballroom.

#dream #mirrorball

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thepelagoislands · 5 years

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Weather Report: 3/2 - 3/15

As the chill of Winter melts away, small buds peek their heads out of the soil after a long sleep. And the grass, with healthy helpings of rain and sunlight, begins to return to its lush green glory. The flowers bloom amidst all of this, coloring the landscape and filling the air with a sweet scent. One look at all of this and you just know--- Spring has arrived.

Now that the weather’s warmer, why not enjoy a picnic in Arcadia’s beautiful flower meadows? Or take a stroll and watch the pretty cherry blossoms in Leuda’s park! There are many things to do, with the coming of the new season.

And now, for the weather report!

The week of 3/2 - 3/8:

Saturday: Sunny

Sunday: Sunny

Monday: Rainy

Tuesday: Cloudy

Wednesday: Rainy

Thursday: Rainy

Friday: Sunny

The week of 3/9 - 3/15:

Saturday: Sunny

Sunday: Sunny

Monday: Sunny

Tuesday: Sunny

Wednesday: Cloudy

Thursday: Thunderstorm

Friday: Rainy

#pi:weather #(( spring is here binches ))

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artificial-dreamers-archived · 6 years

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The birthday duo was happily eating their own slices at the dinner table. Asgore was eating in the living room, while the goat-girls were in their bedroom with Arcadia.

Their main course was a vanilla cake layered with strawberry syrup, topped with strawberries and cherries, and small colorful star bits were sprinkled about. Taking a bite would reveal another layer of both chocolate and strawberry on the top and bottom.

Asriel glanced at Flowey, who was indulging himself with his own slice and his favorite chocolate shake. He found it odd that this wasn’t dedicated to him as well. It was technically his birthday, too, when they celebrated it last year. Oh well. It looked like he was enjoying himself regardless.

"What’s all the apples and lavender seeds for, mom?“ asked Frisk. “Do you and Chara actually have a project?”

"No, my child,“ answered Toriel with a quick, lighthearted chuckle. “Aside from working as a distraction, it also serves as a vague message: look at the first letter of each item from top to bottom.”

Intrigued, Frisk took out the scrunched up piece of paper from their pocket. Asriel leaned in closer to gander at the list, and he eyed each letter as Frisk mumbled them softly.

"I-L-Y-A-F-F…” Frisk raised a brow at the sequence of letters.

While they tried to decipher its hidden meaning, Asriel looked at Toriel and asked, “What’s that supposed to represent?”

With a smile, Toriel answered, “I love you, Asriel, Frisk, Flowey!”

Frisk gasped and uttered a prolonged “oh” at the clever hidden message. Well, it wasn’t that hidden. The “ILY” should’ve been obvious if they stared at it long enough. The two—or rather three since Flowey was included—were delighted at the kind and simple message.

Chara leaned in and wrapped her arms around their necks, pulling them closer for their cheeks to make contact with each of hers. “I know Frisk is going to ask, and yes, we can stay up late. What other purpose will all those sweets and our new board game serve?”

Frisk’s squeals was evident of how giddy they were. Asriel was just as blissful, and it showed in his wide grin as Chara straightened herself. “You just read our minds,” he said, the three of them proceeding to laugh.

Toriel smiled warmly, seeing her children bond like this. “I should also inform you, you have presents waiting for you in your rooms.” She looked at Flowey. “That includes you, dear.”

Their happiness showed in the young siblings faces, but Flowey looked confused more than anything. “A present for me? I thought we discussdd that this was only for the two of them.”

"Do not be silly, Flowey. This is an occasion for you, still. No matter how many times you deny it, you will still be considered to be like my son: an Asriel.”

Flowey’s eyelids lowered as he looked at the floor. Even from the minor movement of his mouth, Asriel could sense a growl in his throat. He knew he despised being referred to as as an “Asriel,” and this proved that even further. He was thankful that he drank his “compassion essence,” or else this situation would involve more yelling.

Toriel frowned at the sight of this. “I… apologize if I angered you in any way. I did not intend to–”

"It’s fine,“ Flowey said, closing his eyes for a brief moment. He sighed and raised his head to re-establish eye contact with the apologetic Boss Monster. "Don’t waste your time reasoning with me. Just enjoy your time with your actual children.”

Asriel wanted to butt in in the small argument. He still considered Flowey one of himself. How could you not? He’d changed a lot since he first arrived here, and he wished to never see the day of his departure.

Silence was in the air for a while as Toriel continued to merely stare at pitiful Flowey’s gaze. She eventually turned toward the young siblings. “Well, it is best for you to finish your cakes. You wouldn’t want to keep your presents waiting, would you?”

Frisk nodded, Asriel doing the same with a delay. He didn’t immediately gave his plate his attention like Frisk did. He looked at Flowey, who only stared at the floor, most likely deep in thought. He really wanted to have a talk with him, but… maybe it’s better to save that conversation for tomorrow. He didn’t want to kill everyone’s vibes, it’s probably for the best to let Flowey be with his own thoughts for now.

#waking dream;{ic}#the fluffy prince;{asriel}#determined child;{frisk}#toriel #blunt knife;{chara}#thorny vines;{flowey}

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