#arcano sisters

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The Arcano Sisters

Dayamanti, Dafne, & Dielle

Hey look my first gifset! Of course I had to do my fav girls 💕 They are probably oof but I tried to match their colors as best as I could

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Arcano Sisters

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This took forever because I couldn’t match the colors and brightness but I finally got close enough! Love these gals sm

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Arcano Sisters Faceclaims

Dayamanti Arcano

MacKenzie Foy (young) & Anne Hathaway (adult)

Dafne Arcano

Millie Alcock (young) & Julia Almendra (adult)

Bear with me I know they don’t look too similar and Millie is also an adult but I love both and can’t choose

Dielle Arcano

Freya Allen (young) & Morfydd Clark (adult)

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Arcano Sisters as Norse Gods

Dayamanti + Tyr (God of War)

Dafne + Hel (Goddess of Death)

Dielle + Feryr (God of Fertility and Sun)

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Dayamanti - Evocation (lightning)

Dafne - Necromancy

Dielle - Abjuration (shields + healing)

Been planing this series of headshots of the Arcano Sisters since their creation but only just now got off my ass and finished the last one 🤡 enjoy

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Arcano Sisters Aesthetic ✨

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Valhalla || Short Story

With her head resting on her arms placed on the windowsill, ten year old Dafne watched with wonder as the raging storm outside threw snow this way and that. It danced and swirled in the air before hitting the glass in front of her face. Ordinarily, she loved watching the snow but tonight was different. Her parents were out there.

Somewhere out on the ocean they were sailing their ship on a supply run and Dafne was worried. She had heard her grandparents murmur at dinner and knew Dayamanti shared their concerns. Their youngest sister Dielle, however, was only five and played with her dolls in blissful ignorance. Dafne knew it was serious so she had resigned herself to keeping watch out in the snow. She knew that any second she would see the forms of her parents emerge from within the storm. She waited, and waited. For a second she could have sworn she saw something in the dark, and she pressed her nose up against the biting cold glass to get a better look, but just as fast as it appeared, it was gone. So she kept waiting.

“Grandpa will you tell us a story?” The voice of her oldest sister Dayamanti pierced the silence and brought Dafne out of her trance.

“Yea! Story! I want a story!” Agreed Dielle, crying out with excitement.

Their grandpa Alatar chucked deeply as he smiled down upon the kids curled up on the floor in front of the fire. “Alright. Dafne come join us by the fire, dear. It must be freezing over by the window.”

Dafne didn’t mind the cold, though she crossed the room anyway, bare feet cold on the wood floor until they met the soft animal skin rug, and joined her sisters in a pile of blankets and hides, pulling them tight around her.

Their grandmother, Else, came over too and took a seat on the armrest of her husband's chair as he looped his arm around her back and pulled her close.

“Hmmm. Where to begin?” He rambled and stared off into the distance in deep thought, like he always does before telling one of his stories. “Ah yes I know.” He cleared his voice and then began.

“Long ago, there was a fierce Viking wizard. Not only was she a warrior, but she was also a scholar. She created new spells by experimenting with magic. However, she craved more than what traditional wizardry offered so she began a ritual to imbue herself and her bloodline with additional magic that didn’t require a wand. It was dark magic and, being something she had invented herself, quite dangerous. Finally, it was completed, however nothing had changed.

Eventually, she married and had triplet sons. Yet, they too were just regular wizards. Time passed and they too married and had children. However, a strange thing occurred when they had daughters. Each one born to one of these sons had some form of white in their hair. This intrigued the woman. Did her spell work after all? Soon after, the first daughter reached ten years of age and started displaying odd and powerful magic.”

Dafnes eyes shifted over to her sister Dayamanti, who was staring curiously at her. With a shock she realized she was ten years old, just like the story. But she hadn’t done anything that wasn’t normal for a young wizard. Had Dayamanti? She was thirteen. Surely this was all just a story right? Her sister would have told her if she had, wouldn’t she? With a look down, she noticed Dielle was entranced with a big smile on her face, clearly believing in the story with excitement. She turned her eyes back to her grandpa, pulling the blankets up higher and forced herself to put her attention back on the story.

“Yes, she had done it. The woman died satisfied that her bloodline would continue on with powerful gifts. The sons then split off and each one became a different family bloodline. One of these sons became an Arcano.

Centuries passed and a grand wizard city called Valhalla was founded deep under a mountain. This city was a sprawling cavern filled with shops and was bustling with all manner of trade. It even was home to a large scholastic repository full of ancient knowledge and wise powerful wizards.”

“Did they sell any candy?” Dielle exclaimed suddenly.

“Well yes, I assume they must have” replied Alatar assuringly with a smile. “No proper city wouldn’t sell candy.”

“That’s good. I like this city” Dielle murmured with a yawn as she rubbed her eyes.

“Where was I? Oh yes.” He continued with the story.

“There was also a special city guard called the Valkyries who were stationed outside the mountain at the main gates who would inspect and judge incoming travelers for their worthiness to enter the city. The most interesting thing was that only women with the gift born to these three bloodlines could join the Valkyrie Guard. They were deemed the best to protect the city because they were powerful and respected families.

The peace was broken suddenly as a disgruntled man from one of the bloodlines was angry that none of the males could inherit the gift. He had gotten all the research and books he could on the ritual and attempted it himself but it wasn’t enough knowledge because the spell went horribly wrong and exploded in a big radius of energy. Everyone within the city was killed. However, the blast didn’t quite reach the outer gates so only the Valkyrie Guard was spared. They sealed up the city and left, going their separate ways. The city slept, locked away for centuries. But there are rumors spread across time that one day the Valkyries will return to reclaim the city and all the knowledge lost in time.”

Alatar finished the story, wistfully staring into the flames dancing among the coals, now almost burned out. A long silence stretched on for what seemed an eternity before Dayamanti suddenly stood up.

“I’m going to bed now I think. Goodnight Grandma. Goodnight Grandpa.” She kissed both on the cheek, lingering by Alatar. “Thank you for the story.”

He gave a wink as she turned and disappeared into the bedroom.

“I think it’s someone else’s bedtime too.” Chuckled Else as she scooped a now asleep Dielle from the nest of blankets on the floor and cradled her in her arms. “You too Dafne.”

“Can I please stay up longer?” She pleaded, suddenly remembering her parents were still out in the storm. “I want to wait up for mom and dad. Please.”

“I’m sorry but they probably won’t be back for days now with this storm. Come on, to bed with you.”

Reluctantly, Dafne crawled out from the blankets and stood up. “Goodnight grandpa.” She whispered as she gave him a kiss. Hesitating, she added “It was only a story, right grandpa?”

He gave her a wistful stare, his eyes sparkling as the smoke from his pipe drifted lazily into the air. “I guess that is up to you to decide.” Alatar replied softly.

With that, she followed Else into the bedroom and climbed into bed, snuggling deep into the blankets to keep away the chill. “Goodnight grandma.”

“Goodnight, my dear Dafne.” She whispered as she kissed her forehead, moving a stray piece of white hair off her face before blowing out the candle and closing the door.

Dafne shifted in her bed to stare out the window, snow still pounding fiercely against the glass, now frosted with growing ice. Her mind raced with the story still fresh in her head. Sleep began to overtake her but she forced herself awake.

I will lay here and wait for mom and dad to come home, she decided, straining her ears for the sound of the door creaking open. All she would hear that night before sleep finally takes her would be the gentle breathing of her sisters beside her. Her parents would never come home from out of the storm.

Ive always wanted to write this story about Alatar passing his knowledge down the family and also it makes a really good lore drop! Sorry not sorry for the angst 😌 Anyway I never write so I know it’s not very good but I tried. I may do another when Dafne gets her powers and looses her eye later on