🍭 ▬ Flower Festival 𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕮𝖆𝖑𝖑: @hatakethatnature
「 🍬 」▬ “Which type of flowers do you like best? I think I’m thinking waaay too scientifically about my choice in flowers for a silly little flower crown.”

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🍭 ▬ Flower Festival 𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕮𝖆𝖑𝖑: @hatakethatnature
「 🍬 」▬ “Which type of flowers do you like best? I think I’m thinking waaay too scientifically about my choice in flowers for a silly little flower crown.”
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“WISLON PERCIVAL HIGGSBURY!”
It was a shout that could easily be heard far and wide, as Maxwell quickly approached the gentleman scientist. There was clearly a furious look on the puppet master’s face as he stopped right in front of Wilson.
“I wish to have a word with you!”
Ivris is a wave of problems. She almost lost her Meirth Emblem, she nearly fell into a hole, and she tripped over seemingly nothing. She found herself leaning against the wall, trying not to get herself injured, lost, or loose any more valuable things.
“This is a merciless city.” She sighed, breathing hard. She probably looked awkward standing there, with her short, delicate stature and a bulky wooden staff in her hands. “It’s bad I don’t know anyone here, but I’m surrounded by strangers where I don’t have the faintest idea were they’re from.”
Ivris may be a genius, but she was also extremely clumsy. With that said, she somehow tripped while leaning against the wall. Nope, not a good day for the Galactic Treasure.
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“You think I can’t take care of myself?”
Truthfully, her defensive tone came from the fact that she was also questioning her own ability.
“...I can do this, Wilson.”
Spiked hair club.
Meta about his family?
Meme | Accepting
I’m gonna assume this is about Heliar’s wife and kids rather than his parents. I can write briefly about his parents though; his mom has daughters who are Heliar’s half-sisters who she’s more invested in, his father wanted a normal life for his abnormal son, his father passes away during the year Heliar is Lasheras.
Heliar is Melikandri’s sole husband. This is a big fucking deal and it’s a position that carries with it a lot of prestige. They have three kids. The oldest is named Neliara, and she’s a golden eagle. She’s an Azula type; a prodigy and maybe a little unhinged. The younger two are fraternal twins and that’s pretty much all I’ve got figured out for them so far. They’re monsters but in the “little kid” sense.
Melikandri’s household has lots of servants and workers as both an expression of how wealthy and of-status Melikandri is, but also because Melikandri is disabled and has trouble doing lots of household chores. The most notable of these servants are Lariah, a lower-caste Mask convert who is a linguist and is governor of the children while also teaching Heliar Coryzoni on the side.
Melikandri is sleeping with him and intends to make him Husband Number 2.
The other notable servants include Akana, a lower-caste girl who was purchased for Melikandri as a wedding gift of sorts. Really her only purpose is to look pretty.
And then there’s Vashiim; the man Heliar refused to kill. He’s Melikandri’s Khesahra, and Heliar’s lover.
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“Watch your head!”
The warning probably came as short notice to anyone that may have been around at the time, as it wasn’t long after the notice that a large chunk of scrap metal was hoisted out of a dumpster on the side of the road. So sure, his method of gathering materials wasn’t particularly dignified, but in a time of such desperation it would have to do. In any case, once he hears the piece clatter to the pavement, the man to whom the voice had belonged looks out from his perch of a dumpster at the man he’d almost hit with flying debris.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to almost...” His eyes drift down to the scrap metal, then to the stranger. “You know. Anyway, don’t mind me.” And with that, he ducks down into the receptacle to find more useful garbage.