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Nadiavember Day 13 - "We Weren't Always Miserable"

The wedding night 10 min before they knew it would be the wedding night.

Nadiavember Prompt.

HC post w/the sketch.

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if you want, could I request some soft Nadia x Julian? I love your art so much thank you so much for being a lovely part of this fandom!!

They’re such a sweet ship :D

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Is it,, okay to request Nadia and Julian from the Arcana? It's not at all a popular ship but I love them together

And what a shame that it isn’t more popular

It’s one of my favorite ships from this fandom. 💖

Thanks for the request! If you like this piece, I gladly accept tips over on Ko-Fi. 🐰 Happy Valentine’s Day!

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some L3 with Nadia+Julian if you're still taking these~? 😳👉👈

HELL YEAH!!! Thank you for the ask!!!

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good things will happen 🧿

things that are meant to be will fall into place 🧿

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The Heart Of The Sea.

A Mermaid!Nadian AU.

Word Count: 1029

The sea is stormy as the empyrean weep and weep. The sea’s maw threatens to swallow the world whole. Among its home, there is ship. Wood groans, creaks, and cries. Water crashes down, down against the ship’s deck, again and again. The people cry, the people howl. Crimson billows across the stormy sea. Sea creatures of beautiful and ethereal women linger far, far below.

They have sharp, sharp teeth to tear apart flesh—to find love in carnage, in dying hearts when they are torn from their home; of rib cages torn apart, for flesh to be dug out for their lovely prize.

Mermaids do not have hearts.

It is a tale as old as time, that mermaids do not have hearts for they eat the hearts of men. They consume and consume such a fleshy thing, for the hope of feeling something. Or they steal their hearts, to tear apart their own rib cage; to give themselves a gift of a heart.

A pirate, beautiful and fiery in the damp red locks covering a covered eye—lingers among chaos. Water sprays and spits. A quiet grief settles on his chest, heavy and disgustingly strong.

Julian’s people are dying. Drowning or being torn apart among the insatiable desire of the mermaids, to feel something. He cannot find his sister. Pasha, his sweet Pasha, could not be found. The Captain cries that she is dead, fallen among the stormy sea.

He cannot focus, for singing fills the air. It is the only sound consuming besides the sea’s raging, and the grunts of those who struggle across the deck.

Such beautiful singing that is far, far better than the greatest bard’s, who they had captured in the cells below. The bard was surely was dying, dying like this world. 

He follows the voice; so high and sweet. It promises peace, it promises freedom. It is the dawn breaking among darkness, in the brilliance of gold and pink.

He finds her.

A tail of dusk; scales of red fading into purple, then into darkness, swaying with the raging storm. A woman, golden and brown, lingering by a rowboat. Her dark purple lips part again and again, exposing sharp rows of teeth as she sings and sings.

Julian drops to a knee, arms resting against the wooden edge of the dinghy. His gaze is almost, almost fond among these peaceful moments.  The sun is forgotten behind darkening clouds. The little light birthed, illuminates the creature of the sea.

He thinks he is grasping his boyhood again. As a little child, he could only dream of such tales of such vivid beauty. Pasha always whispered how wonderful it would be to fall in love with a mermaid, to live forever among the sea.

“You look like her.” the mermaid says, her melody ending; her gaze is cold, cold as the depths of the sea. It is just as red as the blood of Julian’s crew mates—red as the plague beetles scuttling over the previous Captain’s body, among the belly of the ship. “She calls herself Pasha, before she became one of us.”

Julian swallows nothing, gaze wide as the moon and wild. He cannot help but to lean, lean in. He reaches, for fingers to curl into purple locks.

“What about me?” his voice is hoarse, and his throat is raw from his own howls. Time has stretched into eons. He does not know how this dawn has lasted for days and days, this nightmare twisting into eternity.  He remembers how to be wild, among these moments. Her beauty chokes him. He could choke on his own words, his tongue yearning to speak of the forbidden.

Nadia smiles a wide smile; sharp teeth exposed in her lips stretching from cheek to cheek. Her laughter is harsh and sweet, all at once. She swims closer, closer—for her arms to curl around his neck.

“Give me your heart,” she whispers. “Give me your all. I will not leave you wanting.”

He relents.

She tastes like the salt of tears, she tastes like heaven—she tastes like wine, when her lips seek his.

He cannot ever recall feeling so cold when he sinks into the watery depths of the sea. She drags him down, down to the sandy seabed. His spine breaks underneath guilt, as his body cracks and twists into an abomination.

This is the sweetest death, he thinks, as he screams to the fathomless abyss of the sea; water filling lungs. The mermaid, beautiful as the dusk in purple hair and scales, kisses and kisses his pain away as a clawed hand sinks into his chest.

She tears herself apart as within the cavern of her chest; she rests her prize. Half of his heart. She bleeds and bleeds, as the sea knits flesh back together. She smiles and smiles when she releases her grasp on him. She drifts around him, slowly as she sings and sings her song of adoration.

She watches how he writhes, how he twitches, how he screams his strangled screams among her home.

He breathes eventually when gills bloom and form upon his neck. Legs are no longer legs but a tail of black scales. She kisses him again when he ceases his screams.

“One of us, one of us,” she sings, among the deafening pull of the sea.

She carries his burden, of a heavy heart. It is an ugly thing, his heart. It feels too much, too quickly. Guilt of far too many things plague it.

He feels how his heart beats and beats when a hand seeks to rest upon her chest.

“Mine?” his whispers are hushed.

“Yours,” she says with gentle laugh. She feels so, so full. She did not have to bring him to death’s grasp, for death to choke and choke for a heart. Half of a heart was enough. “You have a beautiful heart. Much pleased am I, that I did not eat it.”

How rare, how wonderful was it to feel your own heart in another’s body.

The sea is stormy, the sea is everything. It seemed only right that he drowned, to be born anew among his home.

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✨INKTOBER DAY 18✨

Here's my favourite (sort of canon) in-game ship!

He's extremely flustered, she remains as charming as per usual ;)

(Yes I am definitely caught up on this don't bother checking)

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“Mark me,” she says breathlessly, as she blooms beautifully underneath his lips and his touch. “That is a order.”

Art Commission done by @macroclimate!

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Nadia quietly grounds herself, with his light, ghosting touch upon her wrists. She shakes and shivers no longer. Julian, Julian, Julian is special. Julian has carved a home in her chest, within her heart—and between her legs. He is her most favored but even he, cannot bear witness to her fragility. Lucio was never afforded the gift of her weakness. It would be the same for he with inferno in his hair, always.

Nadian fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24286453/chapters/58538092

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THE GRINNING MOON

Aka a Nadia x Lucio x Julian fic

The brilliance of the day fades into the inky black of the night sky. The smiling moon hangs itself among the beauty of the shy stars; peering and then winking out of existence, into the fathomless dark. Somewhere, somewhere lovers tangle among the sheets with the waltzing shadows. Candle light flicker and dance, as it burns low. The winter cold is yet another lover, breath caressing skin—goosebumps forming. The cold drives Nadia to the warmth of another. Her laughter is high as the moon, and just as sweet as wine. It is wine that Lucio drinks from her as fingertips ghost against flesh.

Here, they invent promises that could make poets weep endlessly. Here, they weave the fabric of forever, with fingers entwining. Here, the pieces fall into place—as breath is stolen.

They could live for eternity.

Keep reading

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This Nadian fic I’m writing turned into Naducio half-way through. I’m not even sorry.

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A STORM OF LAVENDER AND WHITE ROSES.

Art Commission done by @naizourei!

Who can also be found here!

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“My heart ached terribly for this joy,” Nadia says, fingers rolling over her daughter’s cheek. She cannot help but to laugh and laugh gently when the flesh and blood of her soul encloses her hands around Julian’s finger. “I am the most happy.”

( Based on a fic and rp idea; Nadira was born during Nadia’s third year of marriage to Lucio. )

Art Commission done by @babushkahihi.

Who can also be found here.

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Don’t go sharing your devotion Lay all your love on me !

Art commission done by  @macroclimate!

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wanna spread some positivity so reblog this from the previous person if you love them being themselves and wouldn’t have it any other way

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The Nadian roleplays have been so good of late... It’s beautiful.

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GET ROWDY.

Art Commission done by @feorie!