My darling’s aesthetics
seen from United States
seen from China

seen from Singapore
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seen from Singapore
seen from Russia
seen from Brazil
seen from Germany
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seen from United States

seen from Germany
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seen from Malaysia
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My darling’s aesthetics
My Apprentice uses all these words on a daily basis.
Example :
“Your arse looks rather swell muriel!”
“Skedaddle! Sked fuckicng dadle goatman!”
“The tea’s delightful Nadia, thank you.”
“Such a pompous arse.”
“Portia you are a breathtaking plump of human beamed with light and I want to embrace you with all my heart’s might.”
“Lucio on behalf of vesuvia, fuck you.”
Etc.
Imagine an apprentice who’s actually really loved by their family and friends who live in a city far away from vesuvia.
And their family are waiting at home for a letter telling them they’re okay and for the apprentice to come home and visit.
But they never came home.
And they never wrote back for years.
Here my Apprentice Risana’s old and new Aesthetic.
Apprentice Headcanon
Risana Found out about her previous religion while reading islamic books in her room. Decided to adopt the religion.
Found out she was indonesian in one of the books she owned. (Heccc she has a lot of books yooo)
If she got those migraines she would either pray/ Sholat or meditate just like how asra thought her.
Theres a possibility that she met her dead mom in the afterlife when she die lmao
Sort of knows about havva the familiar but chose to wait for them to show themselves to her themselves.
Sings asmaul husna to soothe muriel back to sleep when he has nightmares. He doesn’t understand a thing she says but he likes it.
Has a hella good fighting skills and she doesn’t know how. Her military fight protocol’s actually got embedded in her head and its just buried in there...waiting to be unleashed.
Sometimes cries when she remembers a tiny piece of her memories, mainly cus she’s scared she’ll forget them again. Keeps it a secret from Asra in fear of worrying him (She kept them in a journal just to be safe)
Wonders about her real home. Like does anyone actually know about her other than Asra (and the main 6)?
Tries to ignore the uncomfortable feeling of missing and loss but... just... couldn’t.
Ya know it just hurts when I imagined risana cry out in pain when she got a nightmare about being burned in the lazaret, screaming names she doesn’t remember.
,,,,I never thought I’ll get THIS angsty but i did
My Apprentice Risana