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goldenchocobo · 2 years

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It’s been a long time coming, but I finally buckled down and drew the Master of Masters and Luxu’s flower pieces. I originally didn’t do these two for the simple fact that I had no idea how I wanted to do them or what flowers to use, but I’ve learned a whole lot since my first foray into flowers.

I did go back and fourth on using Luxu’s current ‘persona’ or his old one we see in Back Cover and Union X, but I decided to use his current, because it was an excuse for me to draw long hair, as well as put flowers in them haha.

As usual, Keep-Reading contains flowers and meanings if you’re interested in my choices;

Master of Masters (here-on called MoM for simplicity)

I included as many flowers as possible for MoM, not because I found that there were a lot of flowers I could attach to him, but because of his chaotic nature he exudes every time he’s on screen. Due to this, there’s a lot of overlap with the meanings, with several flowers meaning the same thing. I included 7 ‘meaning’ flowers and 1 flower (clover) that he’s associated with (much like Ava is associated with Dandelions).

The only part of him I included that wasn’t his cloak was his ‘eye’, which is gazing back at you.

Amaryllis: Red Amaryllis is a symbol for pride and strength. MoM is the representation of the deadly sin of Pride, making Amaryllis depict his true self. Amaryllis is also symbolic for determination, and MoM is determined to get rid of Darkness for once and for all, even if it’ll take life-times to do it.

Anemone, half-closed: Anemone foretell harsh times ahead when they are closing, since they do this at night or to protect themselves against harsh weather. The closing Anemone could also mean ‘hiding’ or ‘hidden things’ as it was believed that fae slept in the closed flowers at night. We don’t know much about MoM other than what he’s told us. The Pink and red colouration may seem serene and almost childish, but it in fact denotes death and leaving, much like how MoM dims and fades away.

Eustoma: These flowers represent the charisma and sociability a person has. MoM, if anything we’ve seen is good at winning over people, and is held in great respect by his 6 apprentices. The Purple colouration denotes a more noble and sophisticated side to him; he is the Master of the Masters after all.

Yellow Chrysanthemums: In the flower world, Yellow is usually the symbol for joy and happiness, but for Chrysanthemums, it is the opposite. While the flowers themselves represent joy; Yellow chrysanthemums means departure, loss and rebirth. We don’t know much about MoM, but he does say he has lost a lot of friends to Darkness, as well as him himself disappearing, only to end up in ‘the after life’.

Purple Ranunculus: Over all, Ranunculus has a specific meaning of ‘charm’, but with purple they add a bit of mystery to it.

Buttercup: I originally drew these for Ava’s flower piece for her association with greed and the flower’s symbolic link to it, but Buttercups also mean childishness; which MoM’s personality fits greatly, as he’s often playful and teasing to his apprentices when the mood strikes him.

Purple Carnations: Carnations themselves are indicative of Capriciousness, which once again, MoM is too. Impulsiveness and unpredictable is another way to read Purple carnations, which is still apt for the enigmatic and unpredictable MoM. Clover: It's no surprise that Clover flowers mean the same as their leaves; Good Luck or Good Fortune. There’s no direct character meaning associated with MoM, but he is seen playing around with Clovers in Back Cover (literally playing with luck).

Luxu

I put the flowers in his hair, not only because it seemed a reasonable place to put them, but because his old identity is still present and interwoven into his new persona.

Alstroemeria: This flower means ‘life long commitment’, which is often portrayed as ‘life long love’ or partnership. However, I think Luxu takes this to the extreme, living out multiple lives to fulfil his role and duty to the Master of Masters.

Begonia: Begonia flowers foretell dangers, misfortune and challenges, all of which Luxu needs to face in order to fulfil his role without any aid.

Lewisia: with their hardy nature, Lewisia represent toughing it out, as well as rebirth and renewal. Something I bet Luxu is familiar with, jumping from vessel to vessel.

Purple Shamrock/Oxalis: I kind of chose this one for personal reasons, since it's the only species of houseplant I have currently. But aside from that, it can be said that it’s a plant that often means ‘falsehood’, since its a ‘shamrock’ but its colouration is unusual. For this reason, I used the leaves instead of the flowers. I chose this for Luxu, because all through the series he’s been acting as someone else; Braig or Xigbar, and creating a false persona to hide behind.

#Kingdom Hearts #KH #Kingdom Hearts X #kingdom hearts union x #KHUX #Kingdom Hearts 3 #Kingdom Hearts 3 Spoilers #KH3 Spoilers #KH3 #Master of Masters #Luxu #Xigbar #Goldenchocobo's Art

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missrosiesworld · 1 year

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@thejoxaren at it again with this beautiful masterpiece of Muriel with my Apprentice, Amaryllis 🥰😍

#the arcana #muriel #apprentice #muriel x mc #muriel x apprentice

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firstdraft · 1 year

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—ICHORBORN nanowrimo 2022

genre. steampunk. fantasy. new adult. pov. third person, past tense status. plotting / writing synopsis.

One of many apprentice engineers in Londonium, Thaddeus Elliston spends his days elbow deep in engines and gears, and goes home to the boarding house at night too exhausted to enjoy the many pleasures of the city. Unlike his fellow students, Thaddeus has no family or sponsor to pay for his education. If he falls behind, he will be cast out, and his chance at a better life will be gone. Fortunately, he is at the top of his cohort, and one of the most brilliant gearworkers the headmistress has ever seen.

But skill means nothing when compared to wealth. And so, when his jealous classmates start a fight, it is Thaddeus who is expelled.

He believes his life is over until he receives a letter from Dr. Bartholomew Hughes, a reclusive alchemist responsible for the invention of Ichor, the new fuel that runs most modern machinery. With no other options, he agrees to meet Dr. Hughes at his country estate.

What he finds there will change his life forever.

main characters.

thaddeus. trans man. he left home at a young age, knowing that his mother and stepfather would never accept him as he was. he discarded his corsets and petticoats in favor of living as his true gender, and has found some measure of happiness as an apprentice. but when he gets a letter from his father, he discovers his heritage as the son of an inventor — one of the most infamous geniuses in history. but no one has seen bartholomew hughes in years.

amaryllis. non-binary. one of the many clockwork creations of dr. bartholomew hughes, she is made of porcelain and steel, with a clockwork heart. and through her body flows ichor, the mysterious alchemical substance that hughes invented to power his mechanicals. though she longs for the freedom to see the world, she knows that her kind are seen as mere mindless servants. but amaryllis has a mind of her own, thanks to her creator, and she won’t be a servant for the rest of her life. she refuses.

notes.

a bit of a late start to this year’s nanowrimo, but I think I can catch up! add me on the nanowrimo site as evancetera.

#nanowrimo #writeblr #wip intro #wip introduction #writeblr intro #writeblr introduction #wip #wip: ichorborn #nanowrimo2022

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warriors-rewritten-chaos · 1 year

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Major Arc 5 Story Changes/General Summary Part 2

We’re on to the second half of Arc 5 baby! Will Darktail succeed in taking over the Clans? How does this story end? Find out below!

Onestar leads an attack on The Kin alongside the other Clans to get his daughter and granddaughters back and drive The Kin out, but is forced to flee after encountering Darktail on the battlefield, causing the Clans to lose the battle and Mistystar to lose her final life. Reedstar becomes RiverClan’s new Leader and names his mate Hawkfrost as his Deputy. He is also very, very angry with Onestar for causing his mother’s death

Canon continues, with some snippets of Heathertail, Brindlekit, and Smokekit’s life with The Kin thrown in. She befriends another mother with kits named Amaryllis, a nice older tom named Blowfly who seems to genuinely regret joining The Kin, some elderly cats, and more. When the Clans win the battle and Onestar and Darktail kill each other, Heathertail brings Amaryllis, Amaryllis’ three kits Hound, Spore, and Morel, Blowfly, and the two elderly cats Sting and Frost with her and her kits back to WindClan. Only Houndkit, Sporekit, and Morelkit take Clan names

Twigpaw returns with SkyClan. Pebbleshine enthusiastically reunites with her mate, friends, and family, and both Lavenderpaw and Twigpaw join their parents’ Clan. Later on, two familiar faces pop up in SkyClan’s new territory, looking for a new place to live: Loki and Zelda, two of the kittypets who had been forced to join and fight for The Kin and had befriended Lavenderpaw. While they had tried to return to their housefolk after the battle was won and they were allowed to go home, Loki had been so badly injured and scarred that their housefolk no longer recognized them and chased them off as a stray. Zelda refused to leave her datefriend behind and chose to join him as loners. They are welcomed into SkyClan with open arms paws and become apprentices: Lokipaw and Zeldapaw

Canon continues until Molewhisker of ThunderClan and a SkyClan patrol go back to the gorge to look for their missing clanmates. They find Fidgetpaw, Nettlesplash, Mintclaw, Palekit, Gravelkit, Nectarkit, Mistfeather and Gertiefang’s two orphaned kits Glorykit and Dewkit, and a former Kin cat named Dragonfly living together in the gorge. They also rescue the kidnapped Frecklewish from Twolegs. On their way back, they find the rest of SkyClan shacking up with Ravenpaw and Barley, who were happy to help. Most of the SkyClan cats choose to leave to go to their new lake territory except for Cherrytail, Clovertail, Waspwhisker, and Birdwing (in canon, these cats were the ones taken by Twolegs who never returned), who choose to stay by the barn. Molewhisker and Cloudmist start getting kinda into each other as well

Canon continues until Tree does his ghost thing (which Lavendershine, Zeldasong, and Lokishade think is rad as heck- and kinda hot in a spooky way). Tawnystar doesn't resign. She is way too stubborn to give up on herself or her remaining clanmates. Twigpaw and Finpaw return to ThunderClan. Twigpaw is not forced to do her entire apprenticeship over again because that is dumb. She is just given a bit of a refresher with the help of now-Warriors Sparkstorm and Juniperleaf (named after Sandstorm and Hollyleaf and Leafpool respectively)

Things are canon-compliant from there until the ShadowClan Leader thing (once again, Tawnystar is still Leader) and the storm hits. Two displaced kittypets named Fuzzball and Velvet temporarily join ThunderClan; Alderheart becomes close with Velvet and Jayfeather discovers what it’s like to be a father to the most annoying kit imaginable when Fuzzball imprints on him. After the storm, the two leave, but end up returning so regularly to see their friends in the Clan and to help out that they end up becoming ThunderClan’s first Daylight Warriors

Also, Briarlight doesn't die from the sickness because I love her and she deserves to live forever. Unfortunately, a cat still needs to die (need that heartbreak!). So, after struggling his entire life with sickness and weakness, Driftpaw passes away in the Medicine Den surrounded by his family and friends. His Star Name is Driftdream

Goldenheart, Dovewing, and the missing ShadowClan cats return- minus poor Hollowkit, who was carried off by the owl before Goldenheart or his parents could do anything about it. Dovewing stays in ShadowClan permanently and has Goldenheart’s kits. In ThunderClan, the Dark Forest cat in Bumblestripe’s ear starts to whisper louder

And with that unsettling information, everything else is canon-compliant

#Warrior Cats #warrior cats rewrite #timeline #plot changes

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violetjedisylveon · 2 years

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Sunniva Sinoe(and Pyrite)

Finally finished this! Blue Guard AU link here, Jayr Faun here.

Most of the drawings are just Sunnie being a little shit on purpose, she's a different age in all of them, at the top right she's about 25, top left she's 22, at the bottom she's 15, Pyrite next to her is 19 at that time.

And Cocoa is doing some happy tippy tappies in the bottom left corner because she is going on a walk! The most exciting fucking thing ever!

Name: Sunniva Viviane Sinoe

Gender: female

Pronouns: she/her

Sexuality: biromatic, asexual

Age: 44(1 year younger than Edalyn Clawthorne for refrence), if alive, 28-32, if dead

Species: witch

Coven: none, unofficially Emperor's, Potions, Oracle, Abomination and Healing Covens.

Position: True Golden Guard, took on the duties of the absent Wild Guard, Potioneer, historian, healer, planter, Oracle, specifically a clairvoyant.

Palisman: Cocoa, a wolf

Family: Filomena Sinoe(mother), Carlyne Nazik(adopted aunt), Jayr Faun(partner), Emersyn Faun(sister in law) Viviane Sinoe(ancestor), Caleb Wittebane(ancestor), Amaryllis Sinoe(ancestor), Sinoe Clan, a branch of the Clawthorne Clan, Pyrite(unofficial adoptive brother, also ancestor), Emperor Belos(mamy times great uncle), unknown child with Jayr, Hunter(possible child, rumored)

Name: Pyrite

Gender: male

Pronouns: he/him

Sexuality: ???(the fuck is sex? -Pyrite legitimately)

Age: 28 at death (4 years older than Sunniva Sinoe, 3 years older than Darius Deamonne for refrence.)

Species: Grimewalker

Coven: Emperor's Coven

Position: Golden Guard, lowkey secret baker.

Palisman: none

Family: Belos(uncle, brother) Caleb Wittebane(cloned from) Filomena Sinoe(unofficial adopted parental figure) Sunniva Sinoe(unofficial adopted sister) Darius Deamonne(unofficial adopted brother) unknown niece/nephew, Hunter(possible adopted nephew,)

Sunniva Sinoe is/was the last known true Golden Guard, she was raised by her mother, Filomena Sinoe, with some help from Carlyne during the early years of Belos reign seperated from the new culture and customs being installed by Belos and homeschooled by Filomena, for the most part. She is speculated to be either alive or dead since no body was found, and she is also speculated to be the current Golden Guard's mother.

Pyrite was the Golden Guard before Hunter and Darius's mentor, he was raised by Belos and trained by some of the best of his time, including Carlyne Nazik, head of the Emperor's Coven at the time. He was told that Belos was his uncle, but they both kept that a secret so people wouldn't judge him based off it. He's 100% dead, he's speculated to be the current Golden Guard's uncle.

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This gets long, Sunniva Sinoe is a Golden Guard, a true Golden Guard, Pyrite is a grimwalker and the 'Official' Golden Guard. They become friends/siblings from a young age and pretty much grew up together. Sunnie's mom, Filomena, taught them both magic. Sunnie made friends with Eberwolf, then friends with Darius after his first week as Pyrite's apprentice. Sunnie got a partner, Jayr Faun, and they were dating then got married and then a year later, Pyrite learned about all of Belos's shit and made a plan to do something, he ended up dying, obviously,then about 3ish years later, Sunnie and Jayr decided to have a baby, they used magic to conceive an embryo cause they're both asexual, something happened to Sunnie and she disappeared, her mom left the Isles shortly after. Sunnie was presumed dead but nobody knew how or when she died so it's speculated with people who knew her.

There is a persistent rumor in the Emperor's inner circle and coven members who knew Sunnie that the kid Belos introduced as his grand nephew, Hunter, is Sunnie(and Jayr)'s child, and in turn that Sunnie and Pyrite were either full siblings or half siblings, sharing a parent related to Belos. Some in that circle have not let it go and relentlessly tease/torment Sunnie's partner, Jayr Faun, about the fact that their son looks nothing like them and Sunnie's child might not even be theirs. Others have realised that Hunter is not biologically related to Jayr cause he'd have horns or something, but they still think he is Sunnie's son cause, four years after she disappeared pregnant, a four year old who looks a lot like her was claimed as the Emperor's grand nephew. Pretty easy connection to make.

Is Sunnie alive? Is she dead? Maybe, I dunno. (I actually do but I'm not telling. It will be uses for angst and trauma reasons cause Hunter doesn't get a break ever😈)

Sunnie is a user of lots of magic, her main go tos are Abomination, Potion and Oracle Magic, she's also a pretty good healer and good with animals too. She is naturally gifted with Oracle Magic, Clairvoyancy and Spirit related things in particular.

Sunnie was a very wild, chaotic child who got away with it because Carlyne Nazik, head of the coven at the time, would get her out of trouble or Filomena (I'm just gonna call her Filo for the rest of this) was around so Belos couldn't just target the family of the most respected being on the Isles after all.

She met Pyrite when she was 6, he was 10 and training as a scout. He caught her causing trouble and tried to stop her but she ended up kicking his ass because she was better trained, used a glyph stick to make up for not having a Palisman yet and used losts of magic types together.

After getting his ass beat by a 6 year old, Pyrite was a little upset with himself for loosing so badly, and Sunnie offered to teach him some of the things Filo taught her, he agreed and began stopping by Sunnie's house for lessons.

These were 'secret' lessons, secret in that Pyrite thought Belos didn't know/wouldn't mind them, but not really secret since Belos knew and saw him leaving every day with Carlyne.

There was a bit of conflict with Sunnie insisting that the Golden Guard was a title and duty passed down in her family with nothing to do with Belos and Pyrite, naturally, refused that, but he did relent and let it go once there was more evidence presented supporting Sunnie's argument and he just assumed Belos had been inspired by that to make the Golden Guard.

Pyrite got the name Pyrite from Sunnie during their disagreement period as mostly a jab at him saying he was going to earn the title of Golden Guard some day, and the joke was he wouldn't be the real Golden Guard so he was pyrite, Fool's gold or fake gold. But he liked the name and who it came from, he didn't associate negativity with it like he did with the name Belos called him, so he chose to use it instead. Belos didn't like the name because he saw it as an insult, but he didn't do anything when Pyrite started giving that name and calling himself that.

Belos had some of the best(who obeyed his rule or didn't outright disagree with him) witches train Pyrite, one of those was Carlyne and she watched/trained Sunnie when Filo was busy with her Guard duties that would be too dangerous to bring a child along, so she trained them together and taught them some old magic stuff, giving Pyrite a subtle way around his magical ineptitude.

People saw these two kids hanging around the castle in places they defenately shouldn't have and theories were formed about them either both being Belos's children from different partners, but the more prevalent theory was that he was their uncle.

Sunnie, like the gremlin/trouble maker she is, absolutely used this to her advantage and abused it to get away with stuff, cause it is true in a way, just a few greats of an uncle. People also assumed Belos had a soft spot for Sunnie and Pyrite because of all they could get away with, and because he seemed to have a bigger soft spot/tolerance for Sunnie's actions, it was speculated that Pyrite was Sunnie's half brother through their mother and not blood related to Belos.

The real reason for the supposed soft spot is Carlyne is scary, protective of her family, doesn't really like Belos and is bigger than him and Filo would fuck Belos up any chase she got.

There is a lot of speculation and theories around Sunnie, Pyrite, Belos, Hunter, Jayr and their relations to each other.

Belos, the manipulative fucker he is, also played on this rumor, which again, is true. He used it to manipulate Sunnie, to little success, and Pyrite to more success. He used the relation between them to manipulate both of them, but it mostly worked on Pyrite cause Sunnie doesn't fear Belos or death, something he may have repeated with much more success later (*cough*Hunter and Argi*cough*)

When they weren't training, learning, doing Guard or scout stuff, they would hang out at Sunnie's house and do some average kid stuff like playing games, going outside, and doing stuff with Filo.

Yeah, Filo had 1 kid and her kid brought home a stray kid instead of a stray animal and wanted to keep it. So Pyrite had a better childhood than the other Golden Guards did.

Pyrite discovered a lot of enjoyment and a passion for baking there. Filo taught both of them some basic life stuff and old family recipes she was willing to share, she wasn't gonna share everything because some ingredients were too dangerous for kids to try. One of Pyrite's favorite things to make and to eat were flapjacks.

Belos was aware of Sunnie from pretty early on in her life, mostly because of all the trouble she caused, and because Carlyne babysat and brought baby Sunnie to meetings sometimes. He knew about Pyrite's relationship with Sunnie and Filo, who he also knew were the descendants of Caleb, but he didn't do much because it was making Pyrite stronger and a better asset to him, and the only way he could've done something would've upset Carlyne and he did not want to piss off the demon older than him who already doesn't really like or trust him, and is way bigger than him. So it was tolerated.

He also saw Pyrite and Sunnie's relationship as analogous to his and Caleb's relationship, and he wanted to see if Pyrite would "betray" his sibling like Caleb "betrayed" him.

Filo was extremely suspicious of and wary of Belos, she did see how he really got to power so her suspicion was reasonable, so she tried to keep contact between Sunnie and Belos to a minimum.

Sunnie spent a lot of her time learning about the actual duty of the Golden Guards, learning old magic, studying the Isles history and wildlife, running around in the wilderness and following wild animals around to better understand them.

Sunnie made her Palisman early, she craved hers when she was 10 and she carved it from the branch/root of a still living tree, so that's why her staff looks the way it does and why Cocoa has those colors.

She met Eberwolf while she was observing a pack of direwolves deep in a forest when she was 11, they became friends really fast. They would go around in the forests just playing and they would both be chaotic gremlins and little shits just for fun. So when she wasn't with Filo, Pyrite or Carlyne, she was hanging out with Eberwolf.

Pyrite earned the title of Golden Guard when he was 16, Sunnie wanted to celebrate for him since it was a big thing he did, even if he wasn't really the Golden Guard, he still made a big achievement that deserved celebration, so they gave Pyrite a surprise celebration party.

With Pyrite being the Golden Guard, he was busier but he still made time to visit with Sunnie and see her progress as a powerful witch. He also befriended Eberwolf too.

Sunnie started going with Filo on her own Guard duties by the time she was 13, which had to be kept more secretive because Belos's rule was becoming stricter about such activities like that.

Sunnie started investigating the varius magic schools even though she had no intention of attending one but she just wanted to see what was going on there. She went to St. Epiderm where she met Jayr Faun, a healing coven student, while they were doing some secret mixed track stuff.

Sunnie and Jayr didn't exactly get along, since Sunnie wasn't used to interacting with people her age, all of the people she know are either older of younger than her and her personality was off putting to Jayr, who projected a cold reserved attitude as a form of self defense, so they weren't the most amicable or approachable person at the time.

They kept running into each other and started getting to know each other and learning about each other and how their respective environments and pasts impacted them, and they became some really good close friends.

Sunnie made a lot of visits to the Knee and the St. Epiderm area to see her friend. Pyrite teased her about it a lot.

Sunnie got the scar on her face when she was 15, Pyrite was sent on a solo mission and she wanted to help him, so she followed him and wound up getting hurt, more hurt than Pyrite did. She was fine though, she just had a scar, and the scratches on her arm healed.

She was confined to the medical ward and bored out of her mind, so she kept sneaking out and doing stuff that wouldn't help her healing.

She snuck out once to get a look/spy on Pyrite's new apprentice/student, Darius. He was in one of the training arenas and through a combination of being bored, Pyrite not being there, and her being a little gremlin, Sunnie decided to challenge Darius to a dual.

She won.

Darius was having some self image problems and was self loathing at the time because of multiple failures in both magic and his life in general, his friendship with Alador had fallen apart, Odalia had cut off ties too and the only other friend he had died and he was just not doing okay.

Getting beat by an injured witch did not help him with those issues.

Sunnie told him not to feel bad about it since she beat his mentor when she was six and she told him some embarrassing stories about Pyrite and kindly suggested that he find a therapist to help him and offered to help him find one if he wanted. She also offered to be his friend.

Sunnie and Eberwolf helped Darius find a therapist and get the help he needed, after Sunnie healed because she got grounded. And that's how Darius and Eberwolf became friends.

The next couple of years are stuff I'm not super sure about, but Sunnie and Jayr became even better friends and both realised they liked each other. They started dating each other(both had dated before) when they were 18.

Jayr got approval from Filo, Carlyne and Pyrite, and a shovel talk from Darius.

By the time Sunnie was 20, she and Filo were doing some secrete conservation and relocation of species being targeted by Belos, they would disappear for weeks at a time relocating creatures to new islands and safe places to save them from being killed. They did a lot of work with Selkidomus, they used beast magic to speak with them and guided them to new, safe places to live, part of the reason why they became rare around the Isles.

To avoid suspicion, Filo would often go do things by herself and leave Sunnie to cover their actions.

Sunnie also started forging relationships with the Palisde and learning from them and some friends that Jayr had made as a teenager. She was warned about Belos by the Palisde but they kept it vague.

More stuff I'm not sure about but Sunnie was there for when Darius and Eberwolf became the second in commands of their respective covens, she was happy for them even if she didn't like covens too much, she mostly didn't like the sigils.

She also helped Jayr set up their therapist office, the patients were mostly coven scouts and healing coven members, but Jayr was also open to anyone and she worked with what was left of the boiling ilses child protective services after Terra got to it, to give help to children who had been abused/suffered trauma, they are really good with kids.

At 23, Sunnie and Jayr got married, and Jayr moved into the Sinoe house, they had a blast on their honeymoon vacation thing(I don't really know what people usually do after getting married).

Stuff took a turn in the next year, Pyrite had found out the truth of the day of unity and learned of some of Belos's previous, atrocious actions, but he kept quiet to secretly sabotage Belos's plans.

He also learned that he was a grimwalker and that Belos had plans to make a new one using some, unusual means.

He wanted to tell Sunnie and Filo, but he didn't want to give Belos more reason to go after them, so he couldn't tell them but he was able to give Darius a warning about it since Belos didn't see Darius as much of a threat at the time.

Pyrite did a lot of secret sabotage and became an inspiration to some.

He got to the point where he figured Belos was onto him and would kill him if he got the chance, so he gave Darius a warning and asked him to make sure nothing happened to his family(Sunnie and Filo). He didn't tell Darius he knew he was about to die and he made the false promise of saying they'd see each other again.

Pyrite confronted Belos, and did better than his predecessors did when they turned against him because he had learned more about wild magic and how to use magic against Belos even though he didn't havd a bile sack. But Belos went true form on him and fatally wounded him.

Pyrite taunted Belos while he was dying and Belos, being the twisted sore loser he is, decided to make it worse for him and teleported him to Sunnie's house just so that Sunnie and Jayr could see him, try to help him, and ultimately be unable to do anything but watch him die.

It was very bad, Pyrite was hardly able to talk and managed to warn that Belos wasn't to be trusted, before he died.

So Pyrite died when he was 28.

His death very negatively affected everyone in his life, it was not a good time for any of them.

It was rough for a few years.

Then Sunnie and Jayr decided to have a baby! It was around 3ish years later so they were about 27-28. Darius and Eberwold became coven heads that year.

Sunnie found out she was pregnant very early because Eberwolf told her, they knew what the subtle signs were because pregnancy was just something he ran into a lot as a beast keeper.

So that's how she learned she was pregnant so early, she was really happy, even though Darius did freak and go after Jayr for knocking her up, no, they didn't fuck, they are both asexual, they conceived an embryo using magic.

It was good and they were very excited for their baby but Sunnie suddenly disappeared without a trace.

Jayr was heart broken that Sunnie was gone just like that and didn't even tell them what or why.

Filo left the Isles shortly after Sunnie disappeared, deciding it wasn't safe for her any more and that she needed to protect what she and Sunnie had done together.

Everyone, but a few assumed Sunnie was dead, Carlyne and Jayr refused to admit it unless proof of her death was presented, they wanted to see a body to confirm it.

So legally and officially, Sunnie is simply a missing person, and not dead.

That's it for Sunnie, sorry this is so long but here's your reward! Sunnie's staff!

Is this worth the long ass post? I worked hard on it.

Tell me what you think!

Have a wonderful day!

VJS out!

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meowvin-the-magnificent · 2 years

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I got bored, sooooo

self-indulgence go yeet!

my own "Egos," most of them based on Mark's various series with the viewer as a character

info under the cut because uhhhh yeah. this was 100% self-indulgent and I don't know if I'll ever Actually do anything with them but! t'was fun

--Do not copy, edit, or repost my works. Reblogs are appreciated!--

-their flowers are alive, and represent each one of them. they also mirror their physical and mental states: Cap's flower is mutated and a root system can be found within the threads of his beret (occasionally, new buds sprout from the fabric, and he takes care to always trim them, and the roots, to keep his suit looking professional), while Olivier's has become wilted and lost its color after decades of being trapped in a mirror

-the first four are unable to remove their masks (Rook and Cap can remove their glasses, however). To appear more human, they have to use illusionary abilities to get rid of their horns and masks. Caper can remove his, though usually keeps his goggles on even when the mask is off

-this is my mascot, and the reason just about all of them have masks & horns, and why ALL of them have a flower (also just. cause horns are Cool); I'll probably call them collectively the "Dead Flowers." the one meant to be my "internet persona," I suppose, is most heavily based off of him. his flower is an amaryllis, representing pride, strength, and determination

-Kaaz is the "dark Ego." he's mostly curious, attempting to find a way out of the mirrors, and gets into things he's not supposed to, often causing damage to people and property as a result. it's not really clear what he is, though he's seen only in reflections. when the "reflection" interacts with anything on his side of the mirror, the real version of reacts as if he's actually there. flower: hollyhock (ambition)

-The Captain has gone through thousands of lifetimes, thousands of timelines, seen himself and his friends die thousands of time in different universes that he now knows lay in collapse, dead, with his current one being lucky enough to not succumb to such a fate. When he and Engineer finally closed the Wormhole, he was no longer truly himself. His name has been lost to him, vacant eyes stare off in the distance sometimes and sometimes others can swear they see galaxies swirling behind his gaze. flower: bee balm (protection, prosperity)

-Rook is a killer, an "apprentice," to Murdock. he's eager to learn, and as deceptive as they come. by day, a rookie detective subverting the authorities from the pair's true whereabouts, and by night, letting his true colors shine. flower: snapdragon (deception)

-Olivier was a quiet district attorney, once upon a time. he genuinely tried to help solve the case of the Actor's "murder," genuinely wanted to help Damien and Celine get their bodies back. alas, he was pushed into a mirror, his body stolen from him. in that mirror, he's been trapped for decades. he's long since stopped banging on the glass in the hopes someone will finally hear. flower: forget-me-not

-Caper was Heist!Mark's partner in crime. he's a master escape artist, and known to break into high-security buildings at the chance of finding a fortune. not to be trusted, he's abandoned many a partner in the past... flower: cornflower (wealth, good fortune)

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nvvermore · 1 year

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suddenly the world seems such a perfect place

idk what shading is anymore im still learning procreate and they only gave me six layers for a canvas this big

#amaryllis leroux #julian devorak #amieilya #apprentice amaryllis #the arcana #fan apprentice #nvverart #my art #amie art

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devoraqs · 1 year

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perhaps 13 from the touches prompts for amaryllis/alexander? 👀

(I’m so sorry this took me so long aaaaa)

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Alexander and Amaryllis had developed something of a habit over the last few months, Alexander had noted. One or two times a week they would pay each other a visit at around two to three o’clock in the afternoon. Alexander would produce either his harp or fife, sometimes both, and they would practice together. It was both productive and relaxing; Amaryllis was learning snippets of Nalbe and Cumbran through song while Alexander was easing his fingers back into their previous dexterity and agility, and at the same time it was truly quite a fun way to spend time together. Sometimes these practise sessions would end fairly early if they’d found they’d rather use their lips and fingers on each other rather than on the instruments, but if not and the afternoon began to stretch into a long, golden evening, they’d go for a walk.

It was on such an evening in midsummer, the kind where the air would stay thick with the residual heat of the day well past the setting of the sun, and the sunset itself luxuriated in painting the sky in hues of gold, orange and red for over an hour. Alexander may have been a man who preferred the cooler, smoke-dark evenings of autumn, but there was a particular charm that these summer ones, particularly in Vesuvia, seemed to have.

They had walked, arm in arm, from the city’s cobbled streets out into a park further inland away from the main roads and canals. It was quieter than the streets, and calmer. They’d been talking about any and everything from the most mundane of things like which stall had the best fruit at the moment, to tangential and in depth discussions of philosophy and magic, peppered in with jokes and random small talk.

They came to a stop by a willow flanked by a smooth pond, dragonflies buzzing every so often across the surface. Under the shade of the leaves it was noticeably cooler, and Amaryllis let out a soft, yet audible sigh of relief at the respite.

"Not one for the heat, then?" Alexander asked jokingly, leaning against the tree's broad trunk. Amaryllis quirked an eyebrow, fixing him with a look,

"Says you, the Nalban, from a country of snow capped mountains. I wouldn’t have said that you’re particularly made for the heat either."

"Touché, and I dare say my face is currently the colour of my hair."

Amaryllis' lip twitched a smile under their veil,

"I wouldn’t have put it in such words, but yes."

They leant beside him on the tree trunk, though their posture remained straighter than Alexander’s slouch,

"Perhaps next time we sojourn, we should wait til the sun is down," Amaryllis suggested, "less heat, better crowds, and it’s your turn for a round at the Raven."

Alexander hummed in agreement; Amaryllis knew that he, ever the night owl, was more drawn to the smaller hours as a rule anyway.

They unpinned their veil at one side, letting it fall loose. While their face wasn’t rendered as heat-flushed as Alexander’s, there was still a slight rosy bloom that had blossomed beneath their freckles. Alexander cocked his head slightly, turning to face them and raising a hand,

"May I?"

Amaryllis nodded, and Alexander mumbled something under his breath. His triskelion tattoo glimmered briefly and he reached to brush across Amaryllis' cheek with his fingers; they were pleasantly cool and Amaryllis leant into the touch. Alexander slowly, attentively traced the line of their jaw while they watched him with lidded eyes. When with his thumb he grazed the arc of Amaryllis' top lip, they caught the tip of it with their teeth. Alexander made a soft noise of surprise in the back of his throat and leant in, as though the light but sharp nip had pulled him closer.

Alexander’s lips weren’t as chilled as his hand had been but Amaryllis didn’t seem particularly bothered, focused instead with pushing Alexander up against the tree trunk and kissing him fiercely. Alexander found a different use for his hands, winding one into Amaryllis’ hair and the other round their waist.

This, ironically, did very little to cool either of them down.

When they parted a few minutes later, breathless and even more red-faced, Alexander couldn’t help but chuckle,

"Perhaps we should have stayed in after all."

"I’m not so sure," Amaryllis replied, "it’s getting darker now anyway, and I still fancy that drink you owe me."

"Now that you mention it, that sounds like a very good idea."

They took a moment to right their appearances, smoothing down rumpled folds and re-lacing and re-buttoning everything that needed to be laced and buttoned. Just before they set off out of the privacy of the willow's branches, Alexander reached his hand up once more and with the same careful dedication as previously swept a few errant hairs of Amaryllis’ fringe back into place. They smiled, before repinning their veil and offering him their arm.

Then, back towards the city.

#the arcana #amaryllis leroux #apprentice alexander #my writing #amaryllis x alexander #thank you!

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iheartnimbassacity · 11 months

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hello!! my name is dave (just dave, dont believe my trainer card. they made me put down a last name). im an electrians apprentice from nimbasa city. i also keep joltik, and have over 400 of them!

(the art for this was done by @professor-amaryllis!! they are wonderful.)

(ooc stuff under the cut)

hello! my name is gordon (he/him), i run this blog!

i am disabled with only so much energy in a day, if you respond to something i promise i see it i just might not be able to respond.

dave has had a big rewrite, most things before 2024 are non cannon anymore. feel free to ask what is and isnt!

#pkmn irl #pkmn rp #pokeblogging #pokemon

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chelseacatgirl · 2 years

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Meet my new Spyro OC, Lady Amaryllis.

Voiced by Minae Noji (Say'ri from Fire Emblem Awakening)

https://youtu.be/65omVvAkTbo?t=76

Biography: Lady Amaryllis is a wise faun from Avalar and a skilled warrior, who knows all about Avalar's history and the world itself. When Elora was young, Amaryllis took her in as an apprentice, teaching her about everything about the Valley of Avalar, including the Talismans, Orbs, and the home worlds too.

During the three years Spyro and Cynder were trapped in crystal, she lead Elora, Daisy, Stampy and the fauns of Avalar to safety from Malefor and his evil forces. After the world was saved by Spyro and Cynder, Amaryllis allowed Elora to go on a journey throughout Avalar which she will then meet Hunter the Cheetah, Blink the Mole, and his uncle the Professor.

After the defeat of the Sorceress and the rescue of the baby Dragons, Elora returned to Lady Amaryllis to learn how to fight, where she trained her until 1 year later. (Explaining Elora's physical absence in the Spyro the Dragon games released between 2001-2005)

Drawn on ibisPaint X on my Samsung Galaxy Tab A.

Classic Spyro the Dragon series © Activision

Lady Amaryllis (c) Me

#Spyro the Dragon #Lady Amaryllis

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bewitchingbooktours · 1 year

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Truth in Blue by Mirai Amell #HighFantasy

Truth in Blue

All that Matters

Book One

Mirai Amell

Genre: High Fantasy

Publisher: Shadow Spark Publishing

Date of Publication: March 20, 2023

ASIN: B0BWNFMMFT

Number of pages: 379

Word Count: 102K

Cover Artist: MiblArt

Tagline: Sometimes life is better as a lie.

Book Description:

Malakai wanted to protect his kingdom from threats beyond its borders. Instead, stripped of his magic and on the run, he now needs to save it from his brother, the king himself.

Amaryllis wanted to have nothing to do with humans. Instead, stranded in the wrong realm, she now needs to retrieve a lost fae relic with powers no one comprehends.

Una wanted to be a knight in shining armor. Instead, haunted by the memories of a life she never lived, Una now needs to find answers from someone she doesn’t remember meeting.

When their paths cross, each must decide what matters to them the most.

Or risk losing everything they hold dear.

In a world where Angels and Shades battle for souls while the Devil sips his tea, the fate of one country, two races, and four realms hangs in the balance when love and loyalties are tested to their limits.

Amazon

Excerpt - Chapter 1

No place like home

The palace was too quiet.

It should have been abuzz with many familiar noises: gardeners tending the plants, cooks clanging the utensils, and servants running errands. Instead, the rhythmic clip-clop of the hooves from Ciaran’s horse was the only sound echoing across the palace courtyard. The perfectly manicured shrubs and flowers blooming during peak summer looked exhausted, having to keep the facade of their expected sunny disposition. In contrast, barricaded in a garden corner, rooted yet lifeless, the prana plants glinted cunningly. With the sunlight bouncing off their amber-colored crystalline form, it was as if they were watching him.

As if they knew something he didn’t.

The trained senses of a King’s Knight warned him, but Ciaran dismounted, nevertheless. How could he be wary of a place he had called home for so long? After a few moments of deliberation, Ciaran decided to tie his horse to one of the pillars near the doorway, just in case.

He had practically grown up at the palace, having arrived there at thirteen to live and train as an apprentice knight. His father, Oswald—a Bender and the Lord of Korbridge—had still been alive then to watch with pride when Ciaran had received the royal crest that declared him a King’s Knight five years later. The metal emblem, carved with a golden sun rising from behind a jeweled dagger, was pinned to the chest of Ciaran’s black coat when Oswald passed away a few months after the ceremony. That had been six years ago. Malakai had stayed by his side through the ups and downs, the triumphs and losses. He was a friend, a rival, a comrade, and the closest thing to a family Ciaran had left.

He would gladly walk into a raging fire if it were for Malakai.

Now, Ciaran walked into the decidedly frosty palace.

No one greeted him in the main hall. The throne room, offices, and foyer were all eerily deserted.

He could sense people around, hear their hushed whispers and the echoes of their footsteps, yet it seemed they were deliberately avoiding him. Ignoring the strange stillness in the air, he resolutely walked toward his sleeping chambers in the north wing. Of all the knights in the country, only ten were chosen to be King’s Knights, the ones who lived in the palace, attending to the ruling King of Castellon.

Halfway to his destination, he stopped at the edge of the winding stairs. The stairs diverged here: one set of steps went up to the royal residence, and the other went down to the palace dungeons, a place that brought back haunting memories for him. He tried to shake them off and turned to take the stairs going upwards.

“I see you’re back already.” The hostility in the voice of General Atkins standing before him startled Ciaran. The five knights, who had crept up behind him in the meantime, didn’t appear any friendlier. Reva, Lucia, Feris, Goran, and Jahir all held weapons. To make things worse, they knew each other too well.

“General, where is he?” Ciaran could not stop panic from rising in his heart. The aging General had gray in his hair, but his height and breadth made him a mountain of a man. The formidable presence of this experienced warrior was enough to make grown men wet themselves (most grown men). Still, Ciaran did not break eye contact with his mentor, his emerald eyes demanding answers.

The General winced almost imperceptibly before replying, “The king sent him to Lasceraz.” Ciaran’s blood froze in his veins; he was too late for his friend.

“They’d such a shouting match that the stewards had to call me from my home in the city,” Atkins said. “I found Malakai unconscious on the floor, and the only thing I got from the king was the order to transport him to the dungeons in Lasceraz. In chains. Ciaran, what’s going on?”

The General implored him for some explanation.

“How long ago?” Ciaran ignored the General’s question to ask his own.

“Nearly three days now. What are you guys keeping from us? Answer me!”

Ciaran didn’t reply, his mind already calculating his next steps. Lasceraz, the infamous prison, was in the southernmost corner of the country. It would take several months to reach it on horseback unless he secured the service of a space-Bender mage—like the General, for sure, had. Fortunately, he knew one who used to work for his father, but Bender Farley lived in Ciaran’s hometown Korbridge, and it would take a few days to reach there from Castle. The longer he delayed, the more time Malakai would rot in Lasceraz.

Just as Ciaran turned around to leave, the knights readied their weapons: two sets of daunting daggers, two shining swords, and one menacing mace pointed straight at him. The General himself did not carry anything, standing with his arms crossed in front of him. Not to mention that Ciaran was not a mage, but two of the knights and the General were. Taking a deep breath, he brushed his sandy hair back with his right hand; a few locks strayed back over his green eyes.

“You truly believe you can stop me from leaving?” he asked, smiling for the first time since entering the palace grounds.

The knights looked highly uncomfortable, for they were well aware of who they were up against. People in the kingdom might not know his name, but every knight in the country knew of Ciaran’s reputation.

“No. I don’t believe we can manage that…” The General replied truthfully, “But I need to say that we tried our best regardless.”

Ciaran gave his mentor a quick nod, steadied his sword, and took his stance. “I understand.” ***

He couldn’t understand how he was still alive.

His entire being ached; his muscles and even his bones were sore.

Malakai tried to turn on his bed to find an angle where it would hurt slightly less, and a pained yelp escaped his mouth. The cold iron bit his wrists, sinking its unyielding teeth into his joints. He opened his eyes to find himself chained to the walls.

Lasceraz. A wave of despair overtook him, making it hard to breathe. Was the air always so stale and thick here? Malakai had toured the prison many times but never noticed how dark it was. The cells were made of thick granite, without even a tiny window to allow light to peek through. With some effort, he turned his head upwards and regretted it immediately. Everything swam before his eyes, and a sharp pain made him retch, only to realize he had nothing left to vomit apart from his blood.

After his body stopped shaking from the shock, Malakai felt a strange emptiness inside him; the warmth and comfort of his magic were barely there anymore. The panic that rose through him was worse than the bile he tasted in his mouth. He tried his best to calm himself, to convince himself that it could not be gone, for magic was made of prana: the life energy coursing through every living being. It had to be somewhere if he was here. But the more he searched, the more it became evident that it was dying.

And he was dying with it.

Malakai’s eyes blurred once more. Were they tears of sadness, knowing he had lost everything he held dear, or tears from the burning torment his body experienced with the slightest movement? He couldn’t tell them apart.

As his eyes focused again, Malakai remembered there used to be a window in every cell once upon a time. The first king of Castellon knew light was a beacon of hope; it kept the fight alive in people. His descendant, the current king, also understood what it meant to the prisoners. So, five years ago, he ordered all the windows to be boarded up. Malakai was the one who had supervised the project and seen the dejected looks on their faces, caked with dirt and grime, yet he never fully comprehended. Until now.

Many of them were murderers, kidnappers, and swindlers, but there were others who couldn’t pay the ever-increasing taxes; people who had no reason to be in the infamous jail of Lasceraz.

Yet, they were.

So was he.

“Get 'im to eat somethin’.” The metallic tinkle of keys alerted him as the room door opened. A guard dressed in red and yellow placed a bowl of soup in front of him while another held a lantern in his hand. Malakai wondered how many days had passed since he was sent here and if Ciaran knew his fate yet. It was no coincidence that he was incarcerated when each of his allies within the King’s Knights happened to be out of the capital.

“Three days. You’ve eaten nothin’.” The guard brought a spoon with the soup near his mouth.

“Please!” the man nearly pleaded and added, “Yer Highness.”

The other guard looked equally awkward. Malakai understood how disturbing it must be to treat the second prince of their kingdom as a mere prisoner—torn between their absolute loyalty to the orders issued by the king and their instinct to protect a member of the royal family. His older brother might be the ruler of Castellon (and he made sure to remind people of that constantly!), but Malakai was a soldier, first and foremost. He had spent time with guards, trained them, and inspected prisons as part of his duties, something the pampered king never bothered himself with.

He opened his mouth to let the guard feed him. Under no circumstance was he allowed to be free of his manacles. Such was the rule in Lasceraz, where every prisoner was kept in maximum-security solitary confinement. Sip by sip, he finished the bowl of soup, and the guards released simultaneous breaths of gratitude, likely because they had half-expected him to protest, or worse. Malakai didn’t want to make it any harder on them than necessary, considering they would have a tough enough time when he escaped. His weak stomach rebelled despite his noble intentions not to trouble the guards; a dull ache radiated from his core, spreading out like a volcano spewing lava, and Malakai keeled over in pain.

After they helped him throw up everything he had just ingested in the chamber pot, one of the guards tried to say something but couldn’t. Ignoring the grip of fatigue threatening to suffocate him, Malakai smiled and said, “It’s not your fault.” He meant it, but they hung their heads in shame and left the room without checking the chains, forgetting that they’d loosened the shackles slightly to let him clean up earlier.

He didn’t doubt that Ciaran would find a way to get him out of here.

But maybe Malakai could beat him to it. ***

Being beaten in a battle wasn’t something Ciaran ever worried about.

However, victory always comes with a price.

As he rode his tired horse away from Castle, the capital city of Castellon, Ciaran had to admit that while he’d managed to get out of the palace in one piece, thankfully without killing any of them, it hadn’t been easy. Every hesitation, every indecision from one side was used by the other. It was a wonder he’d made it this far.

About the Author:

Mirai Amell is the pen name of a neuroscientist who believes in myths and magic as much as she trusts molecules and microscopes. When she is not doing science, or reading fantasy books, or watching anime, Mirai scribbles poems published in anthologies like From One Line Vol(s) 1-3, Wounds I Healed, and The Crow’s Quill magazine.

Currently, Mirai lives in Seattle, where she researches various brain things.

https://twitter.com/AmellMirai

https://shadowsparkpub.com/mirai-amell

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/123013881

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juliandev0rak · 3 years

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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.

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