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forgive me if i lose tubbo character analysis points (rolls eyes heavily) over this or something but i honestly dont think the date was very ooc or that the frubbo romance is going to be played as something that makes qtubbo better. obviously qtubbo gained a lot of trust issues and lost a lot of hope in others + started to strongly believe that love only hurts after purgatory and the funeral. and hes an extremely defeatist guy at heart
but he also makes exceptions because no matter how much he tries to disconnect himself he still cares so so much about others. he has such a weird fucked up view of love and justifies seeing sunny as an exception by saying they wont hurt each other because their love is unconditional and yet he also claims empanada isnt safe when bagi is around because the eye workers will use that connection to their advantage And Yet he constantly looks after and takes care of sunny anyways. even though hes already mourning her before theyve even died. even though by his own logic it may be safer for sunny to not be with him
and like.. he says dont get attached empathy makes you weak but he tries to ruin fit & pacs date so they dont abandon him. he still jokes around with them and has happy moments with them bc ultimately theyre his friends and even if they dont Really understand what hes going through or what would help him they want to be there for him and make him happy and they Do make him happy. bc qtubbo doesnt spend all of his time with his friends whining and groaning about how theyre going to leave him some day and despite being suicidal and defeatist and at times a fucking jerk that isnt his whole personality
depressed people Have happy days. they have ups and peaks in their life and yeah actually many of them do manage to have nice relationships and theres a lot of depressed people out there who are fully capable of just. not being complete downers to be around all the time (cough a lot of comedians have depression cough). if anything i would argue it isnt just in character but realistic for qtubbo to be able to just. have a normal date where hes a bit of a loser and manages to get through an actual confession
and its not like hes going all in oh we're dating and we're going to get married now bc he doesnt even consider themselves boyfriends and he turns down sunny claiming fred as another parent. he just had a happy day and it boosted his mood a little. i dont think fred is really on his list of trusted people and in fact i feel like him just being very silly and awkward during the date is a Part of him not fully trusting fred or wanting to be super serious around/with her. i think to qtubbo fred symbolizes sure some pain from the whole funeral situation but also still a lot of happier simpler times and ultimately a time where tubbo was happier and openly hopeful
if anything, tubbos relationship with fred is another form of escapism for him. of course it isnt going to make him better. he literally brought fred to him and sunnys island where they plan to live far away from everyone to avoid their problems. its all a fantasy for him, and one that he isnt even allowing himself to fully jump into but will joke about and dance around the subject of nonetheless
#'the gay sex will make him better' 'the gay sex will make him worse' the gay sex is just another way for him to avoid his problems#ultimately the hope is still there in qtubbo. hes buried it down deep but its in there#let him have some joyous whimsy. the boy is barely serious about his own issues of course hes going to spend the date-#-making stupid minecraft pick up lines and being extremely awkward. what did you expect from him be fr#mask mews#should i count this as an analysis proper. i guesss#amaryllis analyzes#tubbo#fred qsmp#frubbo#qsmp#anyways qtubbo is bpd realness#having an fp doesnt solve all of your problems being in a relationship doesnt solve all of your problems#if anything the tunnel vision from having one is likely to make you ignore all your issues#bc you feel happy so you stop caring about working on yourself#if you even cared in the first place
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𝐀𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐒𝐩𝐲𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬
Amaryllis Sterling, age 369, was born in the Spring Court but at an early age was betrothed to a fellow child from the Court of Nightmares. She is charming and vivacious, but holds some secrets–she is watchful and jaded due to knowing the thoughts of others as a daemati. She got married but was widowed, and despite not having children her in-laws let her stay and be heir to their business. She travels to various courts, socializing and making deals. After trying to anonymously report traitorous plans against her High Lady that she learned through her gift, it came down to confessing or being accused as a Spring Court spy once she was found out. She now uses her martial skills and daemati abilities to report information she learns as she travels.
Full bio under the cut. Graphic credit (x).
Amaryllis Sterling was born in the Spring Court to a wealthy family who produced leather on a large scale and sold it across Prythian. They were less than pleased with her birth–they had hoped for a son and heir–but they adapted and had her betrothed before the age of ten. Her betrothed was the young heir to a weapons creator based in the Hewn City of the Night Court who, like the Sterlings, traded their wares throughout Prythian. She began training in fighting and with weapons at an early age so that she wouldn't "fail" as an heir's wife.
However, she did not advertise her martial skills. She was extroverted, excitable, and always wanted to have some fun (or mischief). Ryllis was also sociable and had many acquaintances–but few friends–and they all pitied her for her destiny of ending up in the infamous Hewn City. However, she did not mind. The flowers and sunlight of the Spring Court did not warm the coldness of her parents, and she was more likely to look to the stars for hope rather than at sunlight.
The bubbly exterior hid a more complicated fae underneath. She was always watching others and analyzing their actions, words, and behaviors. She was quickly jaded by how much people lied and took up doing so herself, though more to fit in rather than out of hostility.
Amaryllis also has a secret. She knew her parents were disappointed in her and didn't truly care about her not because they told her, but because she knew their thoughts. She assumed this was normal and others checked up her knowledge to being very perceptive, but that changed at the age of nine.
There was a boy who was a bully to most of the kids they associated with. Amaryllis was a rather tolerant child and didn't react until one day he hit her closest friend across the face so hard that she fell down.
"Stop it and go away!" she demanded, and she felt herself imposing her will upon his mind to stop–and in her anger and lack of understanding she felt herself push too hard.
He didn't die, but he was never the same. He was quiet, subdued, and withdrawn. His parents didn't understand and no one suspected Amaryllis, but she knew.
Reading books led her to realize what she was: daemati. The books spoke of them with both reverence and fear, and Ryllis had no desire to be feared. So she hid her secret and went about her life.
At the age of two hundred she was married to her betrothed, Alexander Demir. She had only met him a few times and if she was not a daemati she might have assumed him to be a stoic and cold young man. But his thoughts–and the thoughts of his parents–told a different story of kindness and generosity.
She moved to the Hewn City and never looked back, relieved to be leaving her parents and the Spring Court behind.
Life in the Court of Nightmares had made the Demirs undemonstrative and unemotional in order to survive. However, they did little things and silent gestures that showed they cared for her. She came to love them deeply and the Hewn City felt more like home than the Spring Court ever had.
She was not in love with her husband, but they were close and his unexpected death in an accident traveling between courts rocked her to her core. Not only did she grieve and grieve for his parents, she had the practical fear of being sent back to the Spring Court.
However, the Demirs asked what she was doing when she began packing. In the most honest they'd ever been, they told her that this was her home even if Alexander was gone. Also, with no heir, it made sense to make her the heir to the business in their son's stead. So now she goes around the courts of Prythian–socializing, schmoozing, and making deals with the knowledge she gains from her gift.
With tensions and a possible civil war brewing in the Night Court, Amaryllis also occasionally read the thoughts of those with plans against her High Lady. At first she tried to send the information anonymously but she got caught–and once she was she had little proof or explanation for how she had found out this information. It was suspected she might be a spy from Spring, and in order to protect herself she revealed that she is a daemati.
Now she works for the Night Court picking up secrets, a wolf in sheep's clothing that no one would suspect of being the Spymaster.
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AMARYLLIS — THE UNREDEEMABLE IN THE EYES OF MANY.
❝now, now. we are but simple acquaintances; no more, no less. don't get it twisted.❞ — amaryllis (playlist)
— PROFILE.
NAME: Vincent Song
AGE: 20
HEIGHT: 5'9 | 175.8 cm
GENDER: Male (he/him)
SEXUALITY: demisexual/romantic
BIRTHDATE: November 13 (Scorpio)
ALIASES & NICKNAMES: Amaryllis (vigilante name), Vin
LIKES: Coffee, sour candies, sunsets, sleep, throwing knives (the action or the objects?), being a vigilante
DISLIKES: Heavy chocolate cakes, vegetables, constantly being labelled as a villain/bad guy, the justice system (specifically the role that heroes play in it), being a vigilante, blood
— PRIVATE NOTES.
APPEARANCE: Vincent has a warm beige skin tone and carries about a set of broad shoulders, slim waist, and a good set of muscles. His wavy, dark brown hair is shorter in the front with a blonde streak on the side. Longer side pieces and backing reach down past his nape, stopping just above his collarbones. Vincent has misty grey eyes that swirl with hints of light purple in them.
Vincent has multiple scars, the most noticeable one on his face that runs diagonally through his left eyebrow, ending by his left temple. He has some that litter his knuckles, upper arms, shoulders and back. There’s only a few on his legs, ones that are mainly faded and from childhood. The largest one is directly under his ribs on the right side. When looking closely, one can see faint freckles that dust his nose and part of his cheeks under his eyes.
CLOTHING: His everyday outfits often consist of button ups, messy neck ties, sweater vests, belts, and a usually monochromatic colour palette; besides white, black, and grey, he can sometimes be seen with red and purple articles of clothing mixed in with his outfits.
Vincent’s vigilante attire is made up of a black sleeveless turtleneck with a loose white button up, that exposes his shoulder on one side, worn overtop. He dons a black harness that is fitted across his chest, and wears a long black coat that reaches his calves with wide long sleeves. He has black techwear pants that are tucked into black lace up boots that go up to his mid shin. The boots have red laces with charms strung on. Black gloves that end just above his wrist are worn for identity protection.
The final pieces of his vigilante attire are a white domino mask with the eye area being blocked with see through black fabric, and utility belt. He keeps pre folded paper, knives for throwing and close contact fighting, and a roll of bandages plus other small medical supplies.
PERSONALITY: A man of many faces. Vincent in his civilian persona is distant; the type of person you want to know but can’t. He speaks in a calm manner, quick to the point of the conversation and tone smooth and light yet seeming uninterested. He always stays in the middle ground; sociable but not outgoing, smart but not with honours. With this, no one assumes a thing. Vincent blends in himself into the background, believing it to be the best way to live, not wanting any relationships getting caught up in the life he has.
Amaryllis is a different story. When donning the mask, banter is often heard during his fights. Sarcastic and quick witted comments are thrown about with barely any hesitation, all done with a smirk on his face. False confidence is a building block of this persona; cocky at times. Intelligent is he; fast to analyze and problem solve while managing to take note of the way a person ticks, how they feel and think in a moment.
But he’s also ruthless. Guilty and mercy have been long forgotten in his vocabulary as he does what he believes is necessary to keep the city sane because if heroes and their righteous ways won’t fix things, blunt force and gruesome display might. When fed up or frustrated, he turns cold; voice level as he performs some of the most brutal actions.
ABBILITIES: Being among the small percentage of people born with the specific gene mutation, Vincent is able to manipulate paper; breathing life into as if it were truly an animate object. By controlling its movements, he can use this power both defensively and offensively. Origami is a common practice he uses, using paper animals as scouting tools. Vincent can control paper within a certain radius or, seemingly creating his own out of thin air.
Vincent has exceptional hearing for someone whose ability isn’t related to the senses. As a kid, he’s been able to hear the chaos that happens at night. From the cat jumping down a ledge two doors down to the sound of a crying baby a block away, Vincent can hear and acknowledge. “A blessing and a curse, as cheesy as that may sound.” he likes to say.
Having done the job since the age of 14, Vincent is an adept fighter, knowing how to knock a person out within a few hits and the vital points that can lead to a kill. Growing up having to brawl his way to the top in his neighbourhood has also helped.
OCCUPATION: A lone vigilante in the middle of a crumbling city. He’s often more active at night, prime time for criminal activity. Despite taking down only people he deems to be corrupt and “bad”, heroes and civilians still see him as a villain who’s part of the notorious crime organization in the city, due to the methods he uses to hunt and eliminate criminals. Is also a student at the city’s university.
HOBBIES: With his life being packed to the brim between being a notorious vigilante and a university student, Vincent really only has time for a few of the finer things in life. Origami is something that felt like an obligation at first, having to learn and get good at it in order to hone his ability, but it soon became a calming activity for stress, clearing his mind, and solving problems. Painting is something he had also taken up, keeping hand painted images of the city’s scenery stored in a little box under his bed. After a late night of painting, his hands can often be seen stained with ink and oil paints the next morning.
STRENGTHS: Vincent’s strengths mainly stem from his time as a vigilante. He has great agility, can lie and/or sweet talk his way out of almost any situation, and exceeds excellent control over his ability.
He’s a sociable person, being able to strike up a conversation fairly easily and quickly forming a light bond with someone else. While he doesn’t consider himself friendly by any real means, it’s undeniable that he’s easy to talk to.
Can easily keep his emotions in check, not letting personal connections interfere with his line of work or daily life. He barely lashes out at people and can withstand harsh comments and criticism without the need to raise his voice back.
WEAKNESSES: With many late nights of homework and street work, Vincent is often left missing out on a good amount of sleep, resulting in his thoughts being more muddled and slowed. His judgement of people can be clouded if he’s tired enough.
He seems organized enough on the outside but he’s terrible at keeping to a proper schedule. Vincent once said he would only go on duty every Monday, Wednesday, Friday, and Sunday but ended up ditching that after a week due to being too restless about what might be happening outside.
Vincent tends to repress things too much, mainly regarding emotions. He’s quick to shove down lingering feelings into a small bottle and go on without a second thought, sealing things tight and out of his sight. While he doesn’t lash out often, those close to him since he was younger worry that one day, when the wrong person comes along, all of the anger and frustration will come pouring out.
RELATIVES: father (deceased), mother (status unknown), younger brother (status unknown), younger sister (deceased)
#🔎. navi !#✒️. scribbles !#— vincent song; amaryllis.#// too tired to read this over again for spelling errors im trusting google docs spell check here#// anyways enjoy the unredeemable meow meow of a man
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can we talk about senku and kohaku’s hug, im dying to talk about it.
just to get it out of the way, i have several biases. it begins with hating how the women in the series are sexualized and ends with senku’s aromanticism that conflicts with the fanservice of insinuating the *possibility* of a romantic relationship. even if it’s meant to keep fans satiated for romance or whatever, senku is completely passive in the sense that he doesn’t seek out romance but if romance finds him, he will use it to his advantage.
so the hug. this is a crescendo at the end of the treasure island arc, it signals that senku “won” this battle. it can be read as romantic if your brain is stuck in the ‘lead boy’ and ‘lead girl’ must get together of most media of any kind and this is a fine reading but i think there’s more. amaryllis offers the commentary that the hug “isn’t like that.” (isn’t like sweethearts) so this addendum must be important and taken into deep consideration when analyzing the hug.
over half of the spread is dedicated to this moment after which kohaku is broken out of the petrification. she valiantly submitted herself and ginro to petrification with the assurance and trust that senku would come out on top. it’s important that we say this move on kohaku’s part was strategic and not self sacrificing, she took a page out of senku’s book when he trusted that taiju and yuzuriha would notice the stone on his neck after tsukasa killed him. she’s not happy that he ‘saved’ her as a superhero saves a damsel in distress, she has been reassured of her trust in him and in this relief, is celebrating their survival. it reminds me of kohaku hugging suika when she was relieved to find her alive and well after running to save her, or kohaku hugging her sister ruri after she healed from her illness. senku doesn’t attempt to hug her back, he just kinda lets her do her thing and he stands like 🧍♂️
it’s a very important moment regardless so i see why it would be framed this way… but there’s something in me that’s questions amaryllis’ authority on how the hug should be interpreted, bc this is one of the most popular ships in the series, is all the fanservice really for all the braindead fans not to get bored? unaffected hot guy and girl who wants him to the point that it’s her only personality trait is a tale as old as time, sasuke and sakura literally invented it. but kohaku is NOT that girl, and senku genuinely isn’t affected by romantic posturing so it makes me believe that this moment doesn’t exist in that realm of thought. amaryllis’ comment makes me feel like it’s the author’s insistence not to ship the two characters. (you can’t control fandom but the anti-het stance is so hilarious after constant anti-gay stuff with magma and taiju)
but then there’s also ‘cool guy and hot girl’ shit like this in the interim between chapters so it’s like 🤷♂️ can’t win them all.
(i should mention that this series is written and illustrated by different people so something to consider is how inagaki— the writer— might envision something compared to boichi —the illustrator— and the influence on the final piece. artistic/stylistic choices seem to be mostly in boichi’s power bc he explains in his afterwords how he came up with the landscape/environment the characters live in, which requires some research and logic but is still entirely hypothetical. which is all to say i don’t think inagaki is telling boichi how to illustrate the series with utmost specific detail, it’s collaborative but some of the non-canon third-space illustrations are incredibly indulgent in ways that make me think it’s separated from the main manga for a reason)
spoilers: they don’t end up together and it’s kinda unclear if senku maintains his relationship with his “girlfriend” luna, this series was designed to fuck with me specifically.
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My ideas for high guardian spice: Rewritten
The show instead would be called “Guardians of the garden” and the each town would be like a giant garden of sorts. Nature is very important in this word, which is why it’s traditional to name your offspring after plants/ spices. Guardians are people who protect civilians, while also taking care of the nature around the towns and their local area. They are also adventurers of sorts, finding others to protect and maybe new species of flora and fauna.
Rosemary: Rosemary is still your typical, plucky, energetic pink protagonist you’d see in shows like pretty cure. However, she also has a sassy streak and tends to snap at people, even if she doesn’t mean it. She also tends to bite off more than she can chew, and has trouble asking for help, even with those she’s close to. After her mother’s death, she forced herself to grow up and train herself nonstop to become a warrior. However, she genuinely does care about her friends, and is capable of being a leader, even if she’s a bit too headstrong and always leaps before she looks, or prioritizes others way more than herself. She’s also a big eater with a passion for cooking
Sage: Sage is a shy, autistic wizard girl who loves magic and learning new things, however, after a traumatic magic related event beyond her control, she was left scarred and had both her left arm and leg blown off, and had to get prosthetics (Yes this is based off of oddity illustrations redesign of sage stfu) She’s not very good at talking with others and has trouble reading the room, usually leaving Rosemary to do the talking for her. However, once you get sage talking about something she’s interested in, she can go on for hours, and it can be very difficult to get her to stop. Sage, unlike the instinct driven Rosemary, is very cautious and always tries to have a plan for everything, and freezes up when she’s caught off guard. She will usually take the time to analyze her surroundings, and tune everything else out. Also unlike Rosemary, she tends to be a little dependent on other’s guidance, and doesn’t really trust her own judgement, especially ever since the incident.
Also, in this world “New magic and old magic” are instead Nature magic and technology magic, nature magic is controlling the elements of nature and alchemy, technology magic is more based on the manipulation on man-made objects, and magitech machinery. A guardian can’t just learn one or the other if they want to reach their full potential, since both advance in their own ways. Sage genuinely wants to expand her horizons, but she’s scared to.
Parsley is dwarf with a passion for blacksmithing, with a whole lot a love for her friends and family. Some have joked that she has too much love for her little dwarf body to hold. While parsley is intelligent in terms of blacksmithing, she’s also a bit of an airhead with more brawn than brains, and has a tendency to use reckless, blunt force when she can’t figure something out. She’s also a cuddle bug and she WILL hug your leg.
Thyme is an Elven transfer student who, while also wanting to find a cure for the rot, is also genuinely interested in adventuring and exploring the world beyond the forest town she grew up in. While she is still a stoic archer, she’s also a Druid and is kind of a dork when it comes to magic. She wants to learn technology magic, since it hasn’t really become mainstream learning in fairy and elf based towns yet, so transferring was just cheaper. She’s also a talented artist due to drawing her discoveries in her journals, but she still has trouble with hands.
Amaryllis: Amaryllis’s full name is Amarylildaceae, but she prefers to go by amaryllis since that’s easier to pronounce. Being The most recent in a long line of wise and wealthy wizard guardians, Amaryllis’s parents have put a lot pressure on her, so she has a lot of expectations to live up to, some of which she invented herself. She holds herself to very high standards, making sure that her grades and reputation are nothing less than perfect. Amaryllis also doesn’t really have much control over her own life, especially not at home, so when she heard high gardenia academy (the new name for high guardian academy) was a boarding school, and also a high end school, she jumped at the opportunity, as it is a high standard school her parents would approve of, and she’d have a home where she wouldn’t have to dance her parents, it was a win win! However, amaryllis has problems being vulnerable to others due to this, she feels like she always has to justify being with someone or just existing in general. Amaryllis takes her frustration and lack of control over her life out on bullying others at school, especially sage. Amaryllis tries to jump on opportunities to take control on others to make up for her lack of control on her life.
(Edited) Snapdragon: Snapdragon is a GNC boy and Amaryllis’s best (and only) friend. They have been raised to be “Manly” and never show a sensitive side, and were heavily abused by their father. However, unlike amaryllis, they always try to be kind to others, because they know that hurting others will just create more pain in themselves and for others, and would make them no better than they’re dad. May or may not have some gender envy going on with Sage.
(I’ve decided that Snapdragon will be GNC instead because I watched BlackLightJack’s High guardian spice video essay on the character).
Snapdragon’s older brother, Yarrow (I’m gonna spell it in full because the spelling Yaro is stupid) is instead a cool and kind older brother who would always try to protect Snapdragon from their father’s wrath, emphasis on “Try”. Snapdragon’s fondest memory of their brother is when they had saved a rabbit and kept it as a pet, and named it Sugar. When Yarrow found out, instead of drowning the bunny (You know, like a psychopath) he instead gently explained that they couldn’t keep sugar, because their dad would undoubtedly try to cook it. While snapdragon understood, they were scared that they would forget sugar and not recognize her if they ever reunited or that Sugar would forget them. So Yarrow took a ribbon from snapdragon’s outfit, and tied it around Sugar’s neck. So that way, Snapdragon would recognize Sugar once they reunited, and Sugar would never forget Snapdragon. It was a very bittersweet goodbye, and Snapdragon looks back on it as one of the kindest things Yarrow had ever done for them.
Cal: Cal starts out as your typical bully. However, he’s figuring out his sexuality, and starts bullying Snapdragon more due to being confused how he feels about them. This doesn’t help They dress up as a mermaid for Halloween (See Cal’s sexual awakening). The fight in the boat is instead of very long and awkward trip down the river, sitting in silence and not making eye contact.
Professor Caraway: Professor Caraway is the dumbledore of the school. He is very kindhearted and always tries to be understanding of his student’s confusion and trauma. However, he’s also cautious and always urges others to weigh the pros and cons.
Lavender: Rosemary’s legendary mother, who semi retired from being a guardian to take care of Rosemary. She died while she was protecting Rosemary from a monster that attacked them when Rosemary asked her to help look for a ball she lost in the forest.
The triad: The three main counselors of the school. The maiden is named Flora. The mother is named Florence, and the crone is named Florian. Flora is a sweetheart who very empathetic towards the students, due to her close age to them (she’s I her early 20s). Florence is a wise team mom with plenty of advice and a mind for strategy. Florian may be old AF but she’s stronger and shaper than she looks, with decades of experience at her side. Together, their heart, wisdom, and strength are used to guide the students into becoming the best they can be (Even if Florian’s belief in them in dubious at best, or at least at first)
Slime boy is a slime monster who can turn into solid and liquid form at will, however it takes hours to mold back into his solid body if he’s a puddle for too long. He’s just so done with everything. Think burger pants but he’s a high school student. (“I’m 14 years old and I’ve wasted my entire life.”)
That’s all for now! I have ideas for side characters and extras I could add to make the show feel more alive. Let me know if you all want to see more!
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So... Analyzing Sakura’s bouquet choice when Sasuke came home, because I’m sappy like that.
Does anybody know if it’s been confirmed what flowers she bought for Sasuke? I doubt it, but here’s what I think they are based on a few factors and a little Google magic.
So we know Hanakotoba (Japanese flower language) has been significant throughout the show before. We also know Ino’s definitely fluent in it, and since she’s making the arrangements for Sakura, they’re obviously going to have meaning (going back to when Sakura bought daffodils for Sasuke and Lee when they were in the hospital, and another reference to camellias in Sasuke Retsuden).
So the big flowers I surmise are either lilies or amaryllis flowers.
Now, lilies (specifically white lilies, as seen above) mean ��purity/chastity”, which when you consider how Sakura feels for Sasuke, you could argue her love is ‘pure’ for him. Amaryllis mean ‘shy’, and we know Sakura seems to be a little shy around her husband (we see that’s how she flirts, blushing when he looks at her and sometimes acting like a giddy teenager in love) so that could also fit. Based on the hanakotoba language, I want to argue they’re lilies... because we come to the next flower.
The smaller flowers I think are one of three: anemonies, forget-me-nots, and white poppies. There seems to be two types mixed in there, so here are those three types and their meanings:
White poppies mean “(to) rejoice”.
Forget-me-nots mean “true love”.
Anemones mean “sincere”.
So, let’s break this down again. Sakura’s buying flowers because Sasuke’s coming home, and we know she’s excited/happy about that. By that idea, white poppies and forget-me-nots make the most sense of the three.
In another shot with Ino, we also see... a rose! (It’s fairly obvious by the swirl).
Now, while red roses mean love/in love, it’s likely that the rose would have been a darker shade if it were red. This means they’re either white roses or pink roses, for two reasons: yellow roses mean jealousy, which makes no sense for the message; white roses mean “innocence/silence/devotion”, and pink roses mean “trust/happiness/confidence”. I want to say if there’s one rose in there, there might be a few others, but when you consider colour balance, I want to say they’re pink roses. We know Sakura trusts Sasuke implicitly, and she’s said so in the past; she’s happy he’s coming home, and she’s confident she’ll see him.
So, in conclusion: I think it’s a bouquet of lilies, forget-me-nots, pink roses, and white poppies, to say “I’m really happy you’re home, my love for you remains pure, and our love is true”, meaning that despite his absence, she still loves him (purity), she will always love him (true love), and she’s really glad (happy) he’s back (rejoice).
Also: I know many of us are sad Sakura didn’t get her moment in the anime, but in that scene when Sarada is holding the flowers, they appear to be just a bouquet of white lilies. (I assume one flower was easy/lilies in general are probably easier to draw for an anime, which makes some sense).
Now, if someone else is more of a flower expert, feel free to correct me! I am by no means a flower expert. I just really like flower language and think it’s a cool expressive thing, and since we’ve seen Sakura use flower meanings in the past, I figured her little bouquet definitely had more to it than just “yay, Sasuke’s home!” and her being cute (not that I’m against that). I could only find limited information on flower meanings, so if you have more, I’d love to hear it! I think an actual florist might have better info on it than I will, in all honesty.
Also.... yes this has importance. I may or may not reference this in a fic or two and/or have something else in the works that makes the particular flowers important. Please send help, flower experts!
#sasusaku#hanakotoba#flower language#flowers#bouquets#sasuke uchiha#sakura uchiha#uchiha sakura#haruno sakura#sakura haruno#uchiha sasuke#flower arrangements#flower arranging#flower meanings#ikebana#i'm not an expert but i tried
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for fanfic commentary, chapter 5, "We don't need to talk," she says, her lips still brushing the rim of her cup, "if you don't want." till end of the chapter
[Pick a short passage from any fanfic I’ve written (OR SPECIFICALLY Need Your Teeth Etc) and send it to me, and I’ll give you the equivalent of a DVD commentary on that snippet!]
yessssssss yesssssss
[After a moment, Arum approaches, carefully lowering himself and pretending not to watch the doctor with a wariness bordering on the paranoid.]
genuinely a breakthrough for Arum to admit that he's being paranoid, even internally. She's given him virtually no reason to be suspicious of her, EXCEPT for the fact that she's been overly-familiar with him.
[He lifts his own mug, flicking his tongue through the steam, oddly comforted by the familiar scent.]
Arum canonically likes tea! love that for him. Rilla in my head likes coffee better, but goddamn she is going to SLEEP after Arum leaves. Offering tea is just... domestic and normal. Normal is weird for Arum, but he's taking a little bit of solace in just... the pure physical sensation of a warm cup in his hands.
["We don't need to talk," she says, her lips still brushing the rim of her cup, "if you don't want."]
the Continuing Efforts of Amaryllis to Offer Olive Branches. she is more than aware of Arum's discomfort, and the fact that he seems particularly unused to just... conversation. She's giving him an out, and she would have absolutely honored it, despite her own curiosity.
also the exact phrasing and pacing of this came to me like a vision. despite how simple it is, this singular paragraph Lives in my head as an audiovisual experience.
[Arum considers that.] again, genuinely a breakthrough. i think he's feeling... unsettled (tender) after seeing Damien like that.
[It is... deeply unsettling, sitting in a human home, waiting for his rival to wake, offered courtesy and patience by a stranger- a strange human, even. It is unsettling, but-]
This is so wildly out of Arum's comfort zone that it isn't even funny (it's a little bit funny).
[Amaryllis carries herself with a certain steadiness, a certain honesty. Her home is unassuming, nearly as full of growing things as the grove outside, smelling faintly of the magic of the surrounding jungle.]
Pulling back to just... observations. He's not analyzing them for a minute, he's just... taking stock. also, the magic he smells is probably also a LITTLE bit her own research, but it's hidden enough that it just seems like the pervasive magic of the world is not suppressed by her, the way it would be by some humans.
[He can imagine- Damien's frenetic energy, his passion and intermittent panic- Arum can imagine Amaryllis and her home as a balm to him, soothing him down from his more distressing highs.]
and after he observes, then he extrapolates. He understands, very easily and almost instinctively, how Damien FITS here, even if he hasn't contextualized the relationship between the humans as romantic, just yet. He knows Damien far better than he would outwardly admit, and even in discussing Damien's issues he still uses terms that are DISTINCTLY sympathetic and fond. calling it passion is very.... hmmmmmmmm 👀
[It is somewhat difficult to maintain discomfort, here. He should, of course. He should, but- he is tired. He is tired, and it is difficult.]
Arum is Admitting Things, tonight. To himself, at least. He's been VERY high strung about the whole duel setup, but Rilla, just Rilla, is a comforting presence, and she is actively trying to be comforting, as well. and it's... it is working on Arum, at least a little bit. He wants to be able to just... slow down, for a moment. He wants to be able to sit here and worry about Sir Damien without needing to hold himself ramrod-stiff, he wants to have a cup of tea and let his shoulders relax for five seconds. being so stressed out is exhausting, and the lizard is exhausted.
[And... Sir Damien is safe, sleeping just one room over.]
And Damien is safe. Which, Arum didn't realize that Damien's health and safety would be such an acute dilemma today, but! here we are. The tension-relief of hearing that Damien was hurt and then getting to see that he's been treated and tended to was a major factor in forcing Arum to just, like, take a breath.
And, importantly, all of this combines to let Arum lower his guard, just the smallest bit.
["You may... you may speak," he says gently. "If you'd like.]
He matches her tone, and he matches her pacing.
[I am certainly not going to stop you."]
tho he still absolutely does that Arum Thing where he needs to make it her decision and not something that he desires. He can't be so vulnerable as to say I would like some conversation, if only to distract myself. It has to be this, instead. Rilla, luckily, is clever and paying attention, and she's already kinda getting a lock on how Arum works.
[Amaryllis smiles through the steam, nods, and takes another sip.]
She is also extremely merciful. all bow before the merciful doctor. She still lets it sit, for a second. She doesn't launch right in, she doesn't point out how silly it is for him to frame it in a "i'm not going to stop you" context, she just... acknowledges him, and holds the moment. She'll speak when she has something she wants to say. And Arum will listen.
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still thinking about the straight baiting in dr stone and like. there's a lot of implied straight couples -
ones with overt "they like each other" dialog & other context 》 Taiju & Yuzuriha, Chrome & Ruri
then ones that do the "they stood next to each other and got a bit blushy" or had some type of exchange to indicate interest (some one sided, others not) 》 Kinro & Kirisame, Minami > Tsukasa, Yo > Minami, Luna > Senku, Soyuz ? Amaryllis, Magma & Nikki
but none of the above actually do anything to like. indicate real intent to solidify any type of relationship, at least not any time soon and probably only in the background
there's one relationship they implied, then immediately took back by saying it was familial in nature so the chances it goes anywhere are slim, and if it does will feel more forced 》 Kohaku > Senku
then there's the relationships that are more blatant....none of which are straight -
we have one blatant expressed interest (which within the content itself seems to be one-sided) 》 Ryusui > Tsukasa
one that's heavily implied to be an established relationship 》 Stan & Xeno
and one that's full of so many thematic parallels that it's seriously a lot of the subtext within the story that like, i guess you can ignore if you want, but if you know how to analyze media you really can't deny the explicit implications are there 》 Senku & Gen
this isn't to bash any of the above ships people might be into, i like some of them too. but in terms of canon material, the only one that seems to be going anywhere as supported by the narrative is SenGen
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i think cbeeduos relationship is starting to be flanderized just a little bit. like idk how to explain it but cbeeduo were friends first yknow? i think there needs to be like. a healthy dose of recognizing that cbeeduo arent really a couple that were romantic from the start + have an inherent tragic element to their relationship
not to say i dont like fanwork that explores the idea of them having crushes on each other in nlm but i do think its important to still have a heavier focus on their genuine friendship that strengthened their relationship later on, rather than using romance to strengthen their friendship, if that makes sense
tubbo trusted ranboo out of a belief that he was a loyal Friend, ranboo wanted to be there for tubbo because he wanted to be Friends, he was worried that he destroyed their friendship over everything after being outed as a traitor. even when they hide their marriage theres still a truth to the fact that theyre good friends who know each other relatively well and have a history together
exploring romance is fun and all but at the core of the dream smp i feel like the driving kind of relationship is. friendship. family and partners are important too, but overall i think friendship has been and still is the most important. and thats especially true with cbeeduo like. theres a reason so many cbeeduo fans are arospec
#mask mews#beeduo#tubbo#ranboo#dsmp#kind of analytical i guess#amaryllis analyzes#i think thats a part of why i still stick around in the fandom#and why i never really go out of my circle or even heavily go into like. 3rd life/hc circles#because what i see a lot in other communities is like. a focus on shipping and romance and stuff#not! to say! i think all of the 3rd life/hc fandom focuses on shipping obviously not#but it does make me hesitant sometimes to get into it when i usually care more about like. friends in media#even when i like a ship it has to be with the caveat that theyre good friends too#i just think cbeeduo as a relationship is weakened a bit if the focus shifts just to how romantic they are#and i say this as someone who jokes a lot about cranboo being really gay and shit
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5, 6, 16 !
mun meme | @undrowns | accepting
5. What is a character you love, but don’t think you can write?
That’s a good question. My initial response was going to be that I think I can write any sort of character, as long as I take the time to understand them well. I think that if I love a character, I’d do exactly that, since I wouldn’t want to misrepresent them. Maybe super passive characters? I love my muse Imogen, but she can be challenging to write sometimes due to how insecure and scared she can be in most social settings with new people.
6. Name 3 things you love most about your muse/muses.
This is hard, haha, usually I just talk shit about my kids.
1: What I love about Amaryllis is how curious she is, despite her upbringing and culture. She recognizes she’s ‘strange’ for being curious about humans and will put up a front to fit in with her sisters but, at the end of the day, she’ll be people/human watching even after the sun sets.
2: For Sae and Indigo, I love how they embrace life and all it has to offer, both the bad and the good. It’s a trait I often try to instill in myself. Mainly the whole accepting the bad things bit. I tend to want to analyze and pick apart why something happened in order to understand it and then accept it, instead of just jumping straight to acceptance.
3: He’s not an OC but I love how Senku shares his love of science with those around him and ultimately uses his skills to try and better the lives of his friends. Even if he acts like it’s all for his own self-interest.
16. Do you prefer long or short replies and why?
Short ones! They’re just easier to respond to and threads can get going a lot faster. That being said, my dumb ass almost always gives 3 para replies. So I’m stuck with long ones since I can’t shut the fuck up.
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Overture
Think Of Me from Beatrice’s perspective, ft. pining
the stage is set, the curtains rise, and our story begins
characters: my apprentice Beatrice and @nvvermore‘s Amaryllis
words: ~1880
warnings: none
All morning long Beatrice has been in the way, constantly in the wrong place at the wrong time. She was in the way of the gardeners on her walk through the palace grounds, had accidentally gotten in the way of the palace staff trying to set up a dinner party, and had even narrowly avoided being run over by a cart full of pastries being delivered to the Countess.
She’s been called to the palace to meet with Nadia, a routine update about the school she’s overseeing. Vesuvia’s educational system is incredibly lacking, and Nadia had recruited Beatrice to help, though she seems to spend more of her time in boring meetings than in the school teaching like she’d wanted. She’s arrived quite early, as is her habit, but as large as the palace is, Beatrice can’t seem to find a place where she can wait for her appointment in peace.
She wanders the back hallways aimlessly, hoping to avoid more run-ins with palace staff or belligerent bakers. It’s much quieter back here and there’s not a soul in sight, only the sound of her boots tapping against the polished floors keeps her company. But as she turns a corner she thinks she hears music in the distance, the sound of a piano, an indistinct voice. She can’t help her curiosity and follows the sound down the hall, noticing the voice growing more clear.
Whoever it is has a lovely singing voice. When Beatrice finds the doors to the room where the sound is coming from cracked open she can’t help but want to peek in. She can only see a tiny sliver of the room, and she resists the urge to push the door open further. She knows she probably shouldn’t be here, but as she listens to the somehow familiar voice she feels herself almost inexplicably pulled in.
Then, Beatrice sees a flash of scarlet hair through the gap in the door and realizes that she knows exactly who this is, Amaryllis Leroux.
Despite her reticence for socializing, Beatrice has been to plenty of parties and events at the palace as Nadia’s guest, and Amaryllis has performed at all of them. At every event she’d been drawn to them, and whether it was their bright hair or their alluring stage presence and sultry voice that caught her eye- when Amaryllis is on stage Beatrice notices nothing else.
That’s why Beatrice now found herself glued to the crack in the door, unable to tear her eyes away from the glimpse of Amaryllis she can see as they pace around the room. She’s never seen them this close, and they’re even taller and more intimidating than Beatrice had thought. All of the features that had drawn her in from afar are only amplified, and their voice sounds even better up close. She’s never heard them talk beyond a few words, and she finds herself wondering if their speaking voice is just as nice as their singing.
Amaryllis seems frustrated, the words they’re singing disjointed as if they’re composing as they sing. She realizes that they probably are, yet another reason why she should turn around and leave before she’s noticed or happens to disturb them. They’re using some sort of spell to play the piano without having to sit at the instrument, and Beatrice is both impressed by the display of magic and captivated by the movement of their hands in the air as they play.
Their back is to the door and Beatrice leans closer, straining to get a better look. She leans too close and the door creaks causing her to freeze and, for a moment, consider running away. Amaryllis turns, a reprimand at the ready and crimson eyes flashing in the candlelight, and for a moment she wishes she had.
But they’re surprisingly nice about the whole eavesdropping thing. When they invite Beatrice to enter the practice room, she’s caught off guard by how much their confident stage presence seems to carry into their normal demeanor. Beatrice, however, finds herself feeling quite the opposite. As they converse Beatrice proceeds to make a fool of herself, unable to form a coherent thought when faced with Amaryllis this close.
When Amaryllis reaches out their hand in greeting she hesitates, not wanting to seem too eager to greet them, and then they mention having noticed her before and she’s at a complete loss. Out of all the people in those crowded ballrooms how could they have noticed her? She’s always hiding in her cloak, and usually crowded against a wall in the corner.
If they’d noticed her did that mean they’d also noticed how much she’s watched them? How her gaze is stuck to them whenever they’re around?
Beatrice compliments their singing and before she really realizes what's happening, Amaryllis offers to teach her. She doesn’t know why she agrees so quickly, maybe it’s because she doesn’t want to disappoint Amaryllis by declining, or maybe it’s because she just wants an excuse to see them again. As soon as the words are out of her mouth she regrets them, she can’t sing, and certainly not in front of them!
But then Amaryllis reaches out to touch her face and meets her hazel eyes with their crimson ones, and she finds herself willing to fight back her nerves for another chance to be this close to them.
“I’m sure we can make a prima donna out of you yet.”
Their words, their finger resting under her chin, their general proximity, becomes too much and she finds herself pulling away despite her desire to stay. She notices the scent of roses as they gaze down at her, their lips pulled into a grin. She wonders distantly if they taste like roses too.
By the time they’ve agreed on a time and place for the singing lessons Beatrice realizes just how late she is for her meeting with Nadia, and she makes a hasty exit.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, Amaryllis,” and then she curtsies and tries to hide the fact that she’s mortified that she just curtsied.
Some instinct had overtaken her in that practice room, and as she rushes to the opposite side of the palace she finds the embarrassment sinking in. She’d noticed their keen glances, so surely Amaryllis had noticed how flustered she was, how much she clearly wants to be around them. Beatrice really doesn’t know how she’s supposed to face Amaryllis in that practice room tomorrow.
Beatrice arrives at Nadia’s private parlor around ten minutes late, which for her usual punctuality feels like hours.
“I’m so sorry I’m late, Nadia!” She apologizes, taking her seat across from Nadia. She smooths her skirts down and hopes she doesn’t look too flushed from her near run across the palace and her interactions with a certain beautiful court musician.
“No harm done, you’re here now. Let’s begin, I have another meeting in an hour,” Nadia smiles, and Beatrice nods, digging out her planning notebook from her overstuffed bag. An hour later the update meeting is over and Beatrice feels sufficiently back to normal. She’s never more confident than she is when talking about curriculum or budget plans, and the flush has finally left her face. A knock on the door ends the meeting, and Beatrice begins to collect her things.
“That should be Amaryllis, “ Nadia says, gesturing for a servant to open the door. “You know of them, yes? We’re discussing plans for the upcoming masquerade, and you’ll be invited of course.”
“Oh, thank you, Nadia! I’d love to attend,” Beatrice smiles politely, already fighting the urge to blush again at the mere mention of Amaryllis’ name. She stands up to leave and reaches the door just as Amaryllis is entering.
“What a pleasant surprise! We meet again, Beatrice,” Amaryllis grins, still standing half in the doorway. Beatrice nearly drops her bag at the sound of her name said in their melodic voice. She catches it at the last second, swinging it around to rest on her shoulder.
“Hello again, Amaryllis,” Beatrice says, giving them a returning smile. She wills herself to meet their eyes and finds them trained to her face. “I was just uh, just leaving.”
“Of course,” They move out of the doorway so she can pass, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow!” Beatrice echoes, intent on leaving before she can embarrass herself further.
“Oh, and Beatrice?” Amaryllis says, causing Beatrice to turn back to look at them, “I’m looking forward to it.” They wink.
Beatrice just nods, not trusting herself to say anything in response. She turns her flushed face to the door and rushes out without even saying goodbye to Nadia. At least she didn’t awkwardly curtsy this time. The whole walk home she replays their interactions over and over, analyzing what was said and their body language.
She’s had an interest in Amaryllis for a while if she’s being honest, but she’d never thought she’d even get to talk to them, much less agree to one-on-one singing lessons with them. Amaryllis is the type of person who Beatrice is meant to admire from afar, she’d never expect them to have any sort of interest in her. As she replays the conversation they’d had in the practice room she comes to the conclusion that Amaryllis was probably just being polite. There’s no way they’d be flirting with her, of all people.
When she gets back home she heads to the old upright piano which sits in the corner of her living room. It's a bit dusty, but still in tune despite the fact that she doesn’t practice much anymore. If there’s one thing Beatrice is good at, it’s studying. She knows she’ll be more confident if she comes to the singing lesson having practiced, at least a little. So she clumsily sings her way through a few scales, knowing there’s no way she’ll be this calm in front of Amaryllis tomorrow.
Beatrice curses herself for agreeing to the lessons, but though part of her is consumed by nerves, an equal part of her is excited. She’s wanted a chance to get close to them, and now she has it. She’s watched Amaryllis performing countless times and wished she was the recipient of the smiles and winks they throw out to the crowd.
Beatrice might be in over her head, but at least she can admire Amaryllis from up close instead of as just another face in the crowd. She can’t fathom why they’d bother to teach her to sing, and she’s determined to find out why. She just hopes she can keep it together long enough to avoid being a total disaster.
Later that night she stands in front of her wardrobe wondering what on earth one is meant to wear to a singing lesson. After twenty minutes of thinking and even a pro and con list devoted to the “pants vs skirt” question, she decides to stop overthinking it and chooses a dress she’s been saving for a special occasion. If she’s going to be a disaster tomorrow she figures she might as well be a pretty one.
She’s pretty sure she’ll make a fool of herself tomorrow, but she’s also pretty sure that she’s willing to be foolish if she gets to spend more time with Amaryllis.
#beatrice is like 👀 i am looking#i'm really excited for these two#emotionally stifled characters? mutual pining? singing lessons? this ship has it all sfjdfkfhk#amaryllis leroux#apprentice amaryllis#apprentice beatrice#beamie
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Royal Holiday (2/6)
Summary: Bucky Barnes is bored - trust him, he knows how that sounds. But being royalty, in his humble opinion, isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. Time to mix it up a bit.
Pairing: Prince!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader, modern AU
Warnings: None - just dumb fluff.
Notes: Like everything else, I’m sorry for the wait on this. Enjoy x
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Bucky’s unashamed to admit that the woman in front of the flower shop has been a permanent resident inside his mind. That expression of hope ringed in sadness on her face, paired with the subtle beauty she possessed has been stuck in his mind’s eye, even a week later. He’s already addicted and he doesn’t even know her name.
He doesn’t know the name of the flower shop, either. He’d been so enchanted by her, so preoccupied with who is she that he’d completely forgotten to get the name of the flower shop. He feels like an idiot, curses himself both internally and verbally, amusing the absolute shit out of Sam.
He’s never seen Bucky so torn up over a woman for more than a night, much less one he hasn’t even talked to yet. He actually feels bad every time Bucky requests to return to the city and Sam has to say no - “a meeting with your father”, “a suit fitting for the gala”, a number of other things that chip away at Bucky’s patience - and by association, Sam’s.
So he relents the next time Bucky has an opportunity to escape. He’d managed to fool his mother - something about a custom suit from a top designer in the city - and takes a car the first chance he sees. Or rather, Sam does, and he listens grudgingly as Bucky talks to himself.
“Was it...here? Or...or down 5th?” he mutters in the passenger seat, nose pressed to the glass like he’s out of some kids’ cartoon.
Sam rolls his eyes, taps his fingers against the steering wheel at a red light. Bucky, meanwhile, analyzes every building face they pass, eyebrows drawn downwards in concentration as he tries, gives himself a headache, to remember. He remembers the colors of the building - white brick and faded, green-grey paint befitting of a florist shop. One of the letters is crooked, tilted downwards like a nail’s come loose.
And then… he sees it, yelps out loud and points out the window. Unfortunately it’s just after Sam’s pressed the gas to move into the intersection. Bucky’s head bounces off the window as Sam slams on the brakes, spurring a chorus of angry car horns around them, harmonized with cursing and yelling.
Before Sam can yell at him for nearly getting them killed, Bucky’s stumbling out of the car, tripping over the seatbelt in his haste to make it to the curb. Growling under his breath, Sam eases down on the gas, waves apologetically to the cars around him and loops around to find a place to park.
Bucky pushes through people, offers half-assed apologies as his vision seems to tunnel, the flower shop the focus. Everything else blurs, becomes a white noise haze as he steps up to the door. Knob ice-cold in his bare palm,
and it’s locked.
Stomach plummeting, Bucky feels the hope leave his chest in a painful flurry. So tangible he actually winces. Tries the knob again and he feels that same aching pang - is that his heart?
He pitches forward, winces at the frigid glass on his skin. Taps his head once, twice, three times lightly against it because that’s just his luck isn’t it? He doesn’t even realize he’s muttering under his breath until Sam snorts behind him.
“They went to lunch, drama queen,” he teases. Confusion, an eye roll from his friend and a gesture at the window where a sign reads “back in an hour” in messy, feminine scrawl.
Another flutter, only this one is hope - taking off like a dove at a wedding. He elects to wait, declines when Sam offers to get him something from a bistro down the block. He leans against the wall beside the door, scrolling through his emails, barely sparing them a glance - he just wants the notification to go away. He waits, belly all quivering with nervous anticipation. After fifteen minutes, he lowers himself to the ground, knees tucked up so he doesn’t trip anyone.
Will she even show up to this shop? Or was it just a coincidence that she’d passed it in the first place? Is he just wasting his time on a girl he, realistically, might not see again? Doubt clouds his mind but he pushes it down, refuses to be at least a little rational. After all, the expression on her face as she gazed at the shop seemed far too coincidental that she’d just been passing by. There’s a correlation there, and he’s determined to find out what.
“Oh, jeez, I’m so sorry! I hope you weren’t waiting too long!”
A voice, sweet like honey, disrupts his thoughts, and as he looks up, he feels the breath leave his lungs in a whoosh. It’s her, the woman he’d seen before, her face flushed from the chill and a sincerely apologetic look. He thinks he’s in love already.
It takes him a few awkward moments for his tongue to reconnect to his brain, and then he clambers to his feet, nearly bowls her over in the process.
“Uh, um, n-no, I wasn’t waiting all that long!” he assures, feeling the heat creeping up his neck because her eyes are so big and sparkling in the sunshine. Then she smiles, and oh boy, is he in trouble.
“You don’t have to lie,” she teases lightly, sidestepping him with a key in her hand to unlock the door. “Are you looking for something in particular or are you just browsing?”
The shop is warm, filled with the aroma of fresh flowers - roses and hydrangea and gerbera daisies, pine and balsam and winterberry. It’s blossoming Christmas in the shop, fairy lights strung up everywhere and the fluorescent lights dimmed low - not too low that he can’t see the product, but just enough.
He gets so caught up in looking around he forgets she asked him a question. She’s shucked off her coat, looking pretty in an emerald green sweater that’s rolled at her wrists. She’s watching him, head tilted curiously and eyes bright. He shakes himself, gives her a smile that probably looks as shaky as it feels.
“Uh, well, I, uh, just thought I’d pick something up for my mother.” Barnes, you genius. He grins suddenly, rolling with the idea. “Yeah, something festive, you know? She loves flowers.”
She smirks and leans on the counter. “What’s her favorite?”
Bucky’s mind blanks, and he knows she knows he’s fibbing. He glances to his left, sees a large, bright red flower, wide open like a lion’s mane on a tall, green stem. He points.
“These.”
“Ah, amaryllis,” she says, sashaying around the counter. “A favorite around the holidays. I think I have some potted, if your mother would like to grow one of her own - they last longer.”
“Sure,” he agrees readily. He’s pretty sure she could ask him to walk on the Sun and he’d do it. She smiles that pretty smile again and turns away from him to fetch the potted amaryllis.
Even puts some pretty foil on the pot it comes in and drops it into a plastic sleeve to protect it from the cold. She does it all seamlessly, hands familiar with the task, and she rings him up. He pays her with a fifty, tells her to keep the $25.01 in change. Something akin to gratitude flashes in her eyes at that, but it’s gone when he blinks.
Awkward silence stretches - she taps her fingers, tries not to stare at him because why is he still here - and he searches his brain for any possible reason to linger a little longer. But he comes up empty, and all he can do is stare, looking stupid with that amaryllis in his hands and a far-off look in his eye. And then Sam - dear old Sam who he could throttle when they get outside - sidles up beside him and flashes her a charming grin that’s brilliant white against his dark skin.
“Afternoon, miss,” he greets, and Bucky thinks he feels his teeth crack. “What a beautiful shop! Are you the owner?”
To her credit, she seems to catch onto his game and smirks, cocks a hip as she leans against the counter. “Why, yes I am.”
And she introduces herself, just like that. Accepts the gloved hand Sam puts out, and Bucky feels the tips of his ears heat. How is it so easy for Sam when Bucky’s been practically rendered speechless?
This never happens, he thinks, especially not with women. But she’s...different. He isn’t sure how but she is, and she’s taken his tongue and glued it to the roof of his mouth.
Sam nudges him roughly, gives him an expectant look that screams get your shit together.
“This is my friend, Bucky,” he says when Bucky still can’t bring himself to speak. “He’s...shy.”
Another smirk and a slow appraising look up and down. He feels all too exposed under her gaze. “Pleasure to meet you, Bucky.”
“Pleasure’s all mine,” he squeaks. Clears his throat right after as beside him, Sam snorts.
She giggles cutely, and Bucky’s mouth lifts on its own accord - finally, some brain activity. A long moment of silence, of eyes connecting and holding, until Sam coughs and both she and Bucky seem to jump at the sound - like they’d forgotten he was there.
“Well, we’d better get that back to your, uh, mother,” Sam urges with a pointed look.
Right - “appointment” with a tailor.
Sam has to tug him out the door - backwards, because he just can’t stop smiling at her. He’s spoken less than twenty words and he’s pretty sure he’s half in love with her already. She waves, a little wiggle of her fingers, before the door closes.
And Sam loses it.
“Pleasure’s all mine,” he taunts, high-pitched and squeaky before dissolving into raucous laughter. He claps Bucky on the shoulder. “Oh man, I am absolutely never letting you live that down. Ever.”
Bucky thinks he can live with that.
#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes x you#bucky x reader#bucky x you#prince!bucky barnes#prince!bucky x you#prince!bucky x reader#modern royalty au#modern au#royal holiday
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Um, hey Mango can you plz do a recap. I'm very confused with what's going on with Remy?
sure thing~!
(The posts tagged with “#tsrpgau recap” summarize the events of the comic and asks, and lore that has been revealed thus far!)
inter-comic recaps: First / Prev / Next / All.
Contains: (Recap #9)Ask 47-48, and “Amy, Remy, and Donovan?” text asks
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Logan psycho-analyzes Virgil, impressing him and surprising Patton and Roman. Patton and Roman go to get Virgil something to drink, and give Logan and Virgil some free time to talk.
Logan asks Virgil if he will stay with them after all. Virgil agrees to do so, “at least for a little while.”
It is discovered that Roman, who has used all of his spells for the day, is now Exhausted as well! He’s only at 1 mark, though, and brushes it off by insisting he will get a full night’s sleep tonight.
They all drink some water and talk, getting ready to embark on the road~!
~~~(In other news…)
You cut back to Lord Thomas and his Court, discrepancies in his “Escaping the Underdark” story making you think that Lord Thomas might actually be Lord Donovan in disguise!
He is strategizing with his Council, and a now armor-clad Amaryllis!
From their interactions, it seems like Thomas is listening more to her than to the Council, which the Council does not look comfortable with. Theocritus specifically looks like he really doesn’t like Amaryllis, but this is probably for a deeper reason…
Remy watches from the shadows, seemingly distrustful of,,,something?
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Amaryllis is warned that Donovan might be Thomas! She excuses herself to a separate room to talk to all of you, insisting you bring forth proof for such a serious claim.
She casts Hold Person on Remy when she catches him sneaking into the room to spy on her, and the two of them are informed about the suspicions. Amaryllis laughs them off, having known both men personally, and insisting they cannot be the same.
She un-frezes Remy, and their friendly-if-awkward interactions hint at a shared past! It is revealed that Amaryllis was a friend of Remy’s mom, Nyx, and spent a lot of time with her and Remy before she died!
More details about Donovan, Nyx, and Amaryllis’s friendship lead both all of you and Amaryllis to realize that Theocritus was not Remy’s father – Donovan was. Making Remy a Half-Vampire?
Amaryllis puts the rest of the details and memories together, realizing that Remy is the one who killed her, Nyx, and Andromeda, by draining their blood while ‘sleepwalking’.
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Amaryllis brings Remy back to Theocritus after the end of the Council meeting, and the three of them – along with Joan, who keeps sending coded messages back and forth with Theocritus under the other two’s noses?? – figure out the entire situation together.
Theocritus admits that he knew Nyx was cheating on him, but didn’t know with who, or about Remy’s moonlight vampirism.
You pay a visit to Emile to try and find any bite marks on him, and you find a small cluster of them!
Theocritus assures Remy that he always has been and always will be his son, and by that measure, Logan’s brother – no matter who his blood father is. Remy goes home to process all of this new information.
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One of my last OCs so far!! 😭 I played her for one day in a dnd campaign that got ended very quickly. I was bummed. But I still love her so I fleshed out her character 🥺💕 Of course, she is also open for any interactions 😁
Name: Amaryllis
Nicknames: Ama
Age: 25
Birthday: 12/31
Date of Death: Nothin yet!
Gender: Female
Height: 5'5
Weight: 120
Hair Colour: Copper
Eye Colour: Gray
Physical Description: Amaryllis, much like ladies of the times, is small and slim. She has a bit of a build, just enough muscle tone to be obvious that she is strong, but by no means is she ripped and bulky. She keeps her hair either pulled back in a low ponytail, or braided over one shoulder. Her hair is about mid-back when it is down, and usually a few stray pieces of hair end up falling onto her face. She has a scar that runs from across her nose to just below her right eye, given to her in a fight in her early years, which prompted her to take up self defense.
Clothing Description: Amaryllis is fond of earth tones and anything light and easy to move in. She likes loose fabrics, almost more like robes. I picture it to look a lot like Earth Nation robes from Avatar, if that makes sense. She usually wears browns or darker greens. She also wraps her hands a lot before fighting and changes her bandages often. In cooler times, she takes to trench coats, though she finds her energy and Hamon keep her feeling warm, even in the winter.
Personality: Amaryllis is used to feeling a bit like a fish out of water. Being a woman trying to learn how to fight was extremely out of the ordinary for someone in Victorian times. But after getting jumped, resulting in her scar, she knew learning how to take action was her best move. She began to learn from a close friend, who's style of Hamon was similar to martial arts.
However, one day as Amaryllis was out, he disappeared. Not sure if he was dead or kidnapped, Amaryllis took up his role in his honor, and continued to pursue Hamon. She is generally more quiet and subdued. She thinks logically, and with a big heart. She does not want to fight, even though she knows how. She usually wants fighting to be a last resort. She is respectful as a person and opponent, and tries to stay humble even in victory, because she knows there is always something to be learned.
Flaw(s): While not entirely a pacifist, Amaryllis still tries to talk her way out of conflict before anything else, which often leads to her putting too much trust in the enemy to be reasonable. She is also very laid back in a more peaceful lifestyle, which can lead to her handling very dangerous things quite casually. And she is not one to make her voice heard, but more to keep her head below radar and prefers to observe and analyze.
Talent(s): While a beginner, Amaryllis still considers herself to be very observant, as she is good at blending in and making herself unknown, so she is very stealthy and rational, and takes good pride in that.
Shipped With: Robert E. O. Speedwagon (and to a lesser extent, Jonathan Joestar)
Quote(s):
1). "I have no problem losing. I have a problem when I lose to my own fear."
2). "Theres 3 rules to fights. Never turn your back on your enemy. Your stance is important, stand firm, and don't let your enemy make you unsteady, and most importantly, assume your enemy is more powerful than you."
3). "Where there is life, there is hope."
4). "Dont worry about what went wrong. Worry about how to make it right again."
Hamon User: Yes. She uses basic martial arts as shown to her by her previous teacher. Think along the lines of Mr. Miyagi's style from Karate Kid. Taking down your enemy in a respectful and disengaging way. It was Baron Zeppeli who helped her branch out beyond that and try new skills. She also is very interested in more tactical skills, and likes any input from Speedwagon.
Stand User: No
Swordsmanship: 3/10 (Very unfamiliar with swords)
Hand-to-Hand Combat: 8/10
Ranged Attack: 6/10 (When using a staff)
Defense: 8.5/10
Offense: 7/10
#Amaryllis#Dnd oc#Monk#Monk oc#Jjba oc#Dnd rp#I've come to realize her backstory sounds a lot like Karate Kid.#I'm okay with that.#Dnd#Rp#Open rp#Feel free to interact#Jjba rp#Oc
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