The Arcana as The M6 - MLP!
asra :
twilight - smart, magical, kinda like the main character
julian :
applejack - cares about family, not completely comfortable with city life
nadia :
rarity - fashion icon, sassy, smart
portia :
pinkiepie - energetic, cares about family, related to applejack, poofy hair
lucio :
rainbow - confident, egotistical, sporty (tbh i feel bad for rainbow but yk 😭🫶)
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Preorders closed as of 8/13, Inanna and Muriel are still in stock but in very limited quantities.
You can find the individual posts for each here:
Muriel and Inanna / Portia and Pepi / Nadia and Chandra / Lucio, Melchior, and Mercedes / Asra and Faust / Julian and Malak
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My silly silly girl, Yusra. I should write her some time me thinks. this is a good intro for her tho
Asra
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Turbulent. Always in a feverish haze desperate to latch on to each other even if it means clawing skin raw.
What does it mean to love, to be loved ?
There's so much yearning, it never really goes away does it.
I'd like to think there are moments of brief joy before it sputters and dies out like a flame in a downpour. Can't do much to keep it a light but pray.
Julian
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Games. Pretending to be so grand and yet so foolish. Coy, in ways that tear down any expectation for each other.
Julian gives no mind to the hum in the back of his mind at every touch, he keeps playing. His turn has been awfully long.
There's always a rush whenever they're in each other's presence, eyes darting everywhere but where they should be.
Someone should really end the game shouldn't they.
Lucio
—--
Sharp. Pointed gaze, fixed sneer. A guilt that bubbles from somewhere far from here, and yet makes its way up the throat to coat the mouth in black, rendering speech and subsequently thought most useless.
It's not a game, never a game. The stakes are always stacked high, so so high. Aren't they tired?
Lucio thinks his shoulders have molded permanently into restless and rigid, almost by nature now.
Yusra thinks his discomfort needs to be hailed from more. So the stakes are raised again.
Nadia
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A waltz. Elegant, yet the smiles are strung by muscles that threaten to buckle and break.
There are so many eyes and ears and gazes and opinions floating about them. So many it begins to cloud their gaze. The palace is turning into a prison, and they must serve it.
Only in the late hours of the night does relief come. A crackle of wind pulls back the curtains, and the facade crumbles. It's all too much at times, perhaps the palace isn't meant for Yusra, a countess is not one to be in her presence as such.
Each woe is neatly placed in an iron fortress, sealed and hidden as the curtains draw open once more.
Portia
—-
Giddy. Smiles that crackle and burst like lightning. Electric, bright. The same smiles that give way to a torrent, a downpour. Emotions that are held on to nothing but mere force. Forces that tear and uproot all in their way if left to their own.
Almost blinded by the desire to recklessly charge forward. Ignoring even what they hold dear along the way.
Yusra fears the uncertainty as much as she welcomes it.
Muriel
—---
Push and pull. The pulling of timid nature out of its shell, and its pull back. Perhaps it will get cumbersome, the tether of the old game wearing out till it snaps back into the face of its holders on both ends.
Or perhaps the game will end, the rope thrown and a new constant introduced.
Muriel doesnt know all about that, he likes what is familiar. But Yusra chases what is new and unknown.
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