#apprentice scilla

[nazali-md]

Scilla, before/after resurrection

Feel free to add your ocs using this picrew!

[heartofnopal]

having a go drawing @nazali-md‘s Apprentice Scilla ^^

[nazali-md]

1) Spoon. (in the honor of my father)

2) If she could choose, she'd like to be in the Tinkerbell movie. But based on her personality, Scilla would be probably one of those "kids don't do this" characters on Pinocchio.

ooh! i had some ideas for like apprentice prompts ig,, uhm,, 1) What was your character/apprentice's first word after they had been brought back? 2) If your character/apprentice would be in any disney movie, which would they be in?

this made me realize I forgot to post prompts I’m so sorry thank you so much for these. I’d love to read people’s responses.

[nazali-md]

The Arcana, as people I've met in medschool

Asra:

That one lecturer who explains things using Star Wars references, Egyptian mythology, spinning on one leg while in fetus position or T posing under a bedsheet.

Nadia:

The prof who wears a three piece suit under her coat to every lecture. Hair split perfectly straight.

Julian:

The guy who talks to you about wax play and bdsm before Latin class. On first week.

Muriel:

The study advisor who answers your desperate time sensitive email three work days later with one (unhelpful) sentence, and a super long pre-set signature that contains all his titles in three languages.

Portia:

The girl from the cheer team, who once went to the nearby pub with her friends at 9 am to study for the Biophysics test at 6 pm. Got very drunk on vodka soda by 12, spent her afternoon trying to eat enough meat to sober up. Didn't succeed in sobering up, but still managed to pass somehow.

Lucio:

The mentor who goes to freshmen's camp to pick up girls, but is ridiculously obvious about it. Once forgot to register his surgery class, realizes 2 weeks later. Everyone thought he'll fail for not having enough credits this year, but managed to pull a favor from the lady in registrats department last moment.

Valerius:

The feared prof who will fails 90% of his students on small details, but will drunkenly befriend them at the nearest pub after. Some say he once won a crate of champagne in a bet, by lying in a tub of formaldehyde.

Vlastomil:

The otherwise ruthless prof who puts "fun biochemistry songs" under the kahoot registration page.

Valdemar:

Unholy mix of the tiny asshole autopsy technician, who has made their personal mission to make as many students faint/throw up as possible and the prof who will ruthlessly fail you if you cannot make the connection between ischaemic heart disease and horse drawn carriages.

Nazali:

The mentor who has spent the whole week in freshmen's camp high as a kite, wearing shiny sweatpants, frosted tips and a whole pineapple, but later turns out to be a teacher's pet and genius in anatomy.

***Read more***

+ my apprentice, Scilla:

The only person in pathology class who answers when the prof starts asking about opera.

[the-melting-world]

Coco’s Masterlist

Please check out my rules for making requests. You can find them here

Key:

🍋 - minors do not interact

🐚 - features Kipling the apprentice

🐍 - features Asra

🍇 - features Consul Valerius

🐚KIPLING BRONNE MASTERLIST 🐚 🍋 KINKTOBER 2020 MASTERLIST 🍋

🐍✨ASRA’S ROUTE | DREAMY HIGHLIGHTS✨🐍

Asks / Fic Requests

Kink-toe-brrr: Asra x Reader Smut 🍋

Post-Plague / Pre-Resurrection Asra Ficlet 🐍

Muriel x GN Reader | “Are you sure? Once we start, I might not be able to stop.” 🍋

Asra x Julian x Reader – Punishment / Choking 🍋

Shy MC 🐍🍋

Kipling makes Asra Jealous 🐍🐚

Kipling’s First Time with Asra 🐍🐚 🍋

Asra and Kipling practice parenthood 🐍🐚

Fluffy Times by the Lagoon 🐍

The Magician Steals a Kiss 

The Magician with a reader who is easily distracted 

Possessive Magician 

Bratty MC 🍋

Stubborn MC 🐚 

Masquerade Threesome (MC/Asra/Magician) 🐚 🐍🍋

Asra at a rave/music festival HC 🐍

Proposing to Asra HC 🐍

Kipling proposes to Asra 🐚 🐍

Sexy times with Asra and 2 🍆 HC 🍋🐍

Oasis Birthday Bash (Asra / Kipling the apprentice / Alec the apprentice) *collaboration with @apprenticealec 🐚 🐍

Asra and Kipling cooking fluff 🐚 🐍

MC + Portia + whipped cream fun (lemony)

Asra accidentally makes the MC go blind 🐍

The Crystal 🐚 🍋🐍

Asra Lemonade Dream 🍋🐍

MC gives Magician the silent treatment 

The Magician disciplines the MC (lemony) 

Asra comforts MC after having a bad dream 🐚 🐍

Sleepy Valerius Fluff 🍇

Sleepy Valerius Fluff pt.2 🍇

The Umbra 🍇 🍋

MC pegs the consul lemonade 🍇 🍋

Valerius switch lemonade 🍇 🍋

Asra uses sensory deprivation on the mc 🍋🐍

Private ice cream tasting with the consul 🍇🍋

Valerius has a nightmare hcs 🍇

Valerius does aerial yoga 🍇 🐚

Caught in a storm with Asra 🐚 🐍

Muriel thunderstorm fluff 🐚

✨Apprentice / OC Spotlights ✨ 

A Shining Glimpse (gladiator fic) *featuring Apprentice Quetzalli*

The Jackal (gladiator fic) *featuring Apprentice Malon*

Bug Juice (Lucio Smut) *featuring Apprentice Drexxel* 🍋

Summer Skies (Julian Fluff) *featuring Apprentice Hathe* 

Scilla Verna (Nadia fluff) *featuring Apprentice Deirdra*

[readbookywooks]

“Oh bugger,” he said, under his breath. “Hey! You!” Granny Weatherwax was in trouble. First of all, she decided, she should never have allowed Hilta to talk her into borrowing her broomstick. It was elderly, erratic, would fly only at night and even then couldn't manage a speed much above a trot. Its lifting spells had worn so thin that it wouldn't even begin to operate until it was already moving at a fair lick. It was, in fact, the only broomstick ever to need bump-starting. And it was while Granny Weatherwax, sweating and cursing, was running along a forest path holding the damn thing at shoulder height for the tenth time that she had found the bear trap. The second problem was that a bear had found it first. In fact this hadn't been too much of a problem because Granny, already in a bad temper, hit it right between the eyes with the broomstick and it was now sitting as far away from her as it was possible to get in a pit, and trying to think happy thoughts. It was not a very comfortable night and the morning wasn't much better for the party of hunters who, around dawn, peered over the edge of the pit. “About time, too,” said Granny. “Get me out.” The startled heads withdrew and Granny could hear a hasty whispered conversation. They had seen the hat and broomstick. Finally a bearded head reappeared, rather reluctantly, as if the body it was attached to was being pushed forward. “Um,” it began, “look, mother -” “Im not a mother,” snapped Granny. “I'm certainly not your mother, if you ever had mothers, which I doubt. If I was your mother I'd have run away before you were born.” “It's only a figure of speech,” said the head reproachfully. “It's a damned insult is what it is!” There was another whispered conversation. “If I don't get out,” said Granny in ringing tones, “there will be Trouble. Do you see my hat, eh? Do you see it?” The head reappeared. “That's the whole point, isn't it?” it said. “I mean, what will there be if we let you out? It seems less risky all round if we just sort of fill the pit in. Nothing personal, you understand.” Granny realized what it was that was bothering her about the head. “Are you kneeling down?” she said accusingly. “You're not, are you! You're dwarves!” Whisper, whisper. “Well, what about it?” asked the head defiantly. “Nothing wrong with that, is there? What have you got against dwarves?” “Do you know how to repair broomsticks?” “Magic broomsticks?” “Yes!” Whisper, whisper. “What if we do?” “Well, we could come to some arrangement . . . .” The dwarf halls rang to the sound of hammers, although mainly for effect. Dwarves found it hard to think without the sound of hammers, which they found soothing, so well-off dwarves in the clerical professions paid goblins to hit small ceremonial anvils, just to maintain the correct dwarvish image. The broomstick lay between two trestles. Granny Weatherwax sat on a rock outcrop while a dwarf half her height, wearing an apron that was a mass of pockets, walked around the broom and occasionally poked it. Eventually he kicked the bristles and gave a long intake of breath, a sort of reverse whistle, which is the secret sign of craftsmen across the universe and means that something expensive is about to happen. “Weellll,” he said. “I could get the apprentices in to look at this, I could. It's an education in itself. And you say it actually managed to get airborne?” “It flew like a bird,” said Granny. The dwarf lit a pipe. “I should very much like to see that bird,” he said reflectively. “I should imagine it's quite something to watch, a bird like that.” “Yes, but can you repair it?” said Granny. “I'm in a hurry.” The dwarf sat down, slowly and deliberately. “As for repair,” he said, “well, I don't know about repair. Rebuild, maybe. Of course, it's hard to get the bristles these days even if you can find people to do the proper binding, and the spells need -” “I don't want it rebuilt, I just want it to work properly,” said Granny. “It's an early model, you see,” the dwarf plugged on. “Very tricky, those early models. You can't get the wood -” He was picked up bodily until his eyes were level with Granny's. Dwarves, being magical in themselves as it were, are quite resistant to magic but her expression looked as though she was trying to weld his eyeballs to the back of his skull. “Just repair it,” she hissed. “Please?” “What, make a bodge job?” said the dwarf, his pipe clattering to the floor. “Yes.” “Patch it up, you mean? Betray my training by doing half a job?” “Yes,” said Granny. Her pupils were two little black holes. “Oh,” said the dwarf. “Right, then.” Gander the trail boss was a worried man. They were three mornings out from Zemphis, making good time, and were climbing now towards the rocky pass through the mountains known as the Paps of Scilla (there were eight of them; Gander often wondered who Scilla had been, and whether he would have liked her/. A party of gnolls had crept up on them during the night. The nasty creatures, a variety of stone goblin, had slit the throat of a guard and must have been poised to slaughter the entire party. Only.... Only no one knew quite what had happened next. The screams had woken them up, and by the time people had puffed up the fires and Treatle the wizard had cast a blue radiance over the campsite the surviving gnolls were distant, spidery shadows, running as if all the legions of Hell were after them. Judging by what had happened to their colleagues, they were probably right. Bits of gnolls hung from the nearby rocks, giving them a sort of jolly, festive air. Gander wasn't particularly sorry about that - gnolls liked to capture travellers and practise hospitality of the red-hot-knife-and-bludgeon kind - but he was nervous of being in the same area as Something that went through a dozen wiry and wickedly armed gnolls like a spoon through a lightly-boiled egg but left no tracks. In fact the ground was swept clean. It had been a very long night, and the morning didn't seem to be an improvement. The only person more than half-awake was Esk, who had slept through the whole thing under one of the wagons and had complained only of odd dreams. Still, it was a relief to get away from that macabre sight. Gander considered that gnolls didn't look any better inside than out. He hated their guts. Esk sat on Treatle's wagon, talking to Simon who was steering inexpertly while the wizard caught up with some sleep behind them. Simon did everything inexpertly. He was really good at it. He was one of those tall lads apparently made out of knees, thumbs and elbows. Watching him walk was a strain, you kept waiting for the strings to snap, and when he talked the spasm of agony on his face if he spotted an S or W looming ahead in the sentence made people instinctively say them for him. It was worth it for the grateful look which spread across his acned face like sunrise on the moon. At the moment his eyes were streaming with hayfever. “Did you want to be a wizard when you were a little boy?” Simon shook his head. “I just www-” “- wanted -” “- tto find out how things www -” “- worked? -” “Yes. Then someone in my village told the University and Mmaster T-Treatle was sent to bring me. I shall be a www-” “- wizard -” “- one day. Master Treatle says I have an exceptional grasp of ththeory.” Simon's damp eyes misted over and an expression almost of bliss drifted across his ravaged face. “He t-tells me they've got thousands of b-books in the library at Unseen University,” he said, in the voice of a man in love. “More bbooks than anyone could read in a lifetime.” “I'm not sure I like books,” said Esk conversationally. “How can paper know things? My granny says books are only good if the paper is thin.” “No, that's not right,” said Simon urgently. “Books are full of www” he gulped air and gave her a pleading look. “- words? -”said Esk, after a moment's thought. “- yes, and they can change th-things. Th-that's wuwuw, that wuwuwwhha-whha-” “-what-” “-I must f-find. I know it's th-there, somewhere in all the old books. They ssss-” "-say “there's no new spells but I know that it's there somewhere, hiding, the wwwwwuwu-” “- words -” “yes, that no wiwiwi-” “- Wizard? -”said Esk, her face a frown of concentration. “Yes, has ever found.” His eyes closed and he smiled a beatific smile and added, “The Words that Will change the World.” “What?” “Eh?” said Simon, opening his eyes in time to stop the oxen wandering off the track. “You said all those wubbleyous!” “Idid?” “I heard you! Try again.” Simon took a deep breath. “The worworwor - the wuwuw -” he said. “The wowowoo-” he continued. “It's no good, it's gone,” he said. “It happens sometimes, if I don't think about it. Master Treatle says I'm allergic to something.” “Allergic to double-yous?” “No, sisssisi-” //-silly-" said Esk, generously. “- there's sososo-” “- something -” “- in the air, p-pollen maybe, or g-grass dust. Master Treatle has tried to find the cause of it but no magic seems to h-help it.” They were passing through a narrow pass of orange rock. Simon looked at it disconsolately. “My granny taught me some hayfever cures,” Esk said. “We could try those.” Simon shook his head. It looked touch and go whether it would fall off. “Tried everything,” he said. “Fine wwiwwi-magician I'd make, eh, can't even sss-utter the wowo-name.” “I could see where that would be a problem,” said Esk. She watched the scenery for a while, marshalling a train of thought. “Is it, er, possible for a woman to be, you know, a wizard? ” she said eventually. Simon stared at her. She gave him a defiant look. His throat strained. He was trying to find a sentence that didn't start with a W. In the end he was forced to make concessions. “A curious idea,” he said. He thought some more, and started to laugh until Esk's expression warned him. “Rather funny, really,” he added, but the laughter in his face faded and was replaced by a puzzled look. “Never really tthought about it, before.” “Well? Can they?” You could have shaved with Esk's voice. “Of course they can't. It is self-evident, child. Simon, return to your studies.” Treatle pushed aside the curtain that led into the back of the wagon and climbed out on to the seat board. The look of mild panic took up its familiar place on Simon's face. He gave Esk a pleading glance as Treatle took the reins from his hands, but she ignored him.

[nazali-md]

A short story of my apprentice, before they’ve become the Scilla we know and get annoyed at.

Million thanks to @heartofnopal, who was kind enough to beta this!

Sharp rays of the midday sun turned the air unbearably hot, making every breath feel like sandpaper. Across the dusty town square, a group of kids were playing Temse in the shade of the palm trees.  

“Which one is it?”

“On the left. The child of that fugitive jeweller, Ajju.”

He remembered the woman well. She was born in the Inadan cast, and eloped with a beggared agguta, leaving her family for a man's charm. "Nobles are like rice, smiths are like millet, slaves are like corn." Their society did not like people intermarrying, and no one really liked an agguta. Years ago, the amghar had his doubts about taking them in his tawshet. Now, his generosity seemed to bear its fruit. He turned to his vassal.

“Let's see if the kid's useful.”

Boisterous laughter erupted from the children, followed by some yelling. The kids were too wrapped up in their game to notice the group of men, until a painted tambour crumpled under the camel's hoof.  

“Kid!” shouted one of the warriors “Water!”

A big teethed girl at the edge of their group quickly nodded.

“There's a well a few corners away, I'll make it under a minute…”

The warrior's horse reared, the tip of his heavy allag pointed at a nearby boy's chest.

“Didn't you hear me?! The amghar's thirsty!”

The children screamed, and some started to sob. The warrior's lance tore a hole into the boy's takarbast.

“Stop!” rang a voice, that definitely did not belong to the amghar. The air was vibrating with something more than midday heat.

Ajju's child gathered some sand from the ground and offered it to him. The amghar held his breath, and urged his camel to kneel.

“What is it, child?”

The kid did not blink.

“Water.”

That was unexpected. His vassals haves told stories about the kid casually jumping over a donkey, and making little camels of sand. He tried to provoke the kid to see if their elemental magic could be used for attacks. For Kel Tagelmust, the veiled people, their wealth is in their herd. They drink their milk, eat their meat, use their skin, trade them and fight battles over them. Animals are prized in the desert. Water? Priceless.  

The amghar was an ambitious man. His own magician, a diviner, already proved himself very useful in the fight for the amenokal position. All he was looking for was some magical backup to his troops, but fate gifted him with a rare trump card. All schemes overwritten. The results of the upcoming election become decided. The celestial bodies are merciful indeed.  

He dipped his finger in the pooled water. It was cold.

The setting sun painted the dunes dusty pink by the time the child got home. Their tent at the edge of the oasis was surrounded by the usual evening crowd, regulars and travelers mixed together. At any other part of the town, seeing so many people in stunned silence would raise suspicion. But those who have heard the voice of Aderfi Ag Hossad, know it's power. His rich baritone finds its way to the most skeptical hearts, his songs soothe crying infants, and his tales capture souls. The crowd hung on every word, silent exceptexpect some bewildered "ooh"s and "ah"s.  

Ajju's child, Amanar snaked their way around a bunch of Hesperian salt merchants hunched together, one translating the story in whispers to her companions. Aderfi sat his child on his knee, softly rocking. Amanar has heard the tale thousand times, but still couldn't help but be captivated. Their mother handed them a ladle and. Amanar gently lifted it to their lips, taking a slow sip of the thick eghajira. It's sweetness filled them with comfort. Aderfi was nearing the climax of his tale, his hands gesturing animatedly. Amanar gave back the empty ladle.

“The chief will come by tomorrow.”

Ajju patted the messy curls on their head.

“An inspection again? I must have missed the announcement.”

Amanar shook their head.

“No, he said he'll visit you.”

“The amghar spoke to you? When?”

“Today. After I gave him water.”

Ajju clicked her tongue in agreement.

“Oh. He must be thankful then.”

Amanar's upper lip twitched. The five year old's oddly cynical facial expressions never failed to make Ajju smile, much to her child's distaste.

“He was weird.”

“You shouldn't talk about our chief like that.”

“Then maybe he shouldn't try to stab my friends.”

Ajju's breath got stuck in her chest.

“He did... What have you done?”

Amanar blinked slowly, owlishly.

“He wanted water. Quick. His soldiers got rowdy. So I made him water.” They jumped off Aderfi's knee. Gathering some dust in their little hands, Amanar showed it in the vague direction of their mother. “Like this.”

Their father turned at the sound of the ladle hitting the ground. He jumped up like he was stung by a bee, picked up the child with a yelp, quickly making his way into their tent. Ajju closed its flap behind them, closing out the agitated outcry from his audience. She Ajju looked into his eyes, equally scared.

“I didn't know they could do this.”

Aderfi shook his head.

“Me neither. No one in my family had magic this strong. Your side has affinity to elementals, did they....?”

“A low affinity to metal, nothing like…” She vaguely gestured towards her child's tiny palms, still wet. “Nothing like this.”

Aderfi put the confused Amanar down, pacing up and down like a caged lion in the little place the tent provided.  

“We should have been more careful. You know his so- called palace magicians all end up like slaves!”

“What do you expect me to do about it now?” Ajju's voice gained a new dangerous edge. “Pack quickly, we need to leave.”

“Where? The election is in two months. He has mercenaries in every oasis in the tawshet. Soldiers along every route. A fly cannot pass, without him knowing. His men cannot be compared to those your family hired.”

Ajju’s lips twitched in annoyance.

“We barely got away from those. With no camels, no horse...”

“...we have no chance.”

Fat, salty tears started to gather around Amanar's big black eyes.

"Mama... Did I do something wrong? Are we in trouble?" They hiccupped. "I was polite, just like you told me to! Even when he was rude and scary!"

"Oh darling..." Aderfi squatted down to comfort the shaking childkid, arms open.  

"I behaved, I swear! I hold my tongue! He didn't look angry!"

They all winced when someone cleared their throat at the entrance. It was the tall Hesperian woman, who was translating Aderfi's tale to his friends earlier.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to barge in. It's just we have a pretty good doctor with us. So if anything happened to the little bean here, snake bites, scorpion stings..." she gestured with her chin towards Amanar, slightly shocked by the sight of Ajju's dagger, "she can take a look. Free of charge. Just sayin' since we depart at dusk. If we can do anything to help before we return..."

[nazali-md]

Dearest @chyropthia was kind enough to tag me in a game where I am supposed to list 5 things I like about myself. Thank you very much, darling!

However I’ve answered this multiple times on my main, and I thought it would be more fun if I answered for Scilla instead.

1. She likes her face. She doesn’t really have any distinguishing features and it makes bending into crowds a lot easier. Actually, most people wouldn’t remember meeting her, even if she doesn’t use magic. No curse like Muriel’s involved.

2. She likes that her legs are long and muscular, ideal for running, jumping, climbing or just ominously hovering on the roof of a tall building. Never go on a walk with Julian and Scilla. They walk way too fast.

3. She finds her own sense of humor hilarious. Laughs at her own jokes all the damn time. Her laughter is contagious. Catch Scilla and Lucio wheezing on the floor over a corny pun for minutes.

4. She loves dancing and she’s great at it. Whether it’s elegant ballroom dancing in front of whole Vesuvia, or a passionate tango in private she’ll ace it with ease. She prefers to lead, but doesn’t mind following if her partner is a certain countess.

5. She likes her fingers. They’re long and nimble, ideal for opening locks that aren’t mean to be opened and finding doorknobs that aren’t meant to be found. Under Vesuvian weather conditions, her hands are usually cold. Ideal for tickling Portia during their little adventures.

I tag @vixen-hunt, @sasra-the-magimin, @moxy-fruitbat, @arcana-trashblog, @alnxzar, @snrends-with-portia, @sapphirenova, @theslipperymagician and anyone who wants to do it! Answer with you, your apprentice or both! I am curious :)

ps: You might notice I linked all 5 points to a LI each. I did not forget Asra! He has a special relation to Scilla’s hair that will get a longer explanation sometime.

[nazali-md]

Picrew tag game

Rules: do the thingy, and tag at least 5 people

Here’s the picrew

Thank you for the tag @poetic-emptiness-fanfic​!

I tag @heartofnopal​, @theroyalmage​, @leatherandsaltybitters​, @apprenticemcthot​, @apprentice-liuyin​ and anyone else who wants to do it!

[nazali-md]

Scilla's tea:

She's from the Vesuvian equivalent of the Sahara, hence the spices. The night sky? She's a very irresponsible magic user.

The Arcana Apprentice Tea Party

https://picrew.me/image_maker/11451

Use the picrew link to make a beverage for you Apprentice and reblog with the result. Join Ollie’s apprentice tea party. No tagging necessary!

(Picrew by: @sui349)

Ollie’s tea:

[nazali-md]

Strawberry and passion fruit?

Hi anon, sorry for the late answer!

Passionfruit: Describe their personality. Are they intense or shy?

Scilla’s a pretty intense person for someone, who’s main magical skills include not being noticed by anyone. People usually pin her down as someone friendly and trustworthy, maybe a bit eccentric. Her close friends know her public persona hides calculative mind and surprisingly mean sense of humor, but also fierce loyalty and fear of abandonment.

She used to be a lot drawn back before the events of the Plague. Having lost her memories of the terror and constant surveillance of the Hesperian army, she has become a lot more confident and outgoing. She still likes the perks of going unnoticed, but mostly uses this skill to avoid people she dislikes. And Valdemar. (She has no problem with them, she just learned it the hard way that Valdemar’s out to get her.)

Strawberry: How do they show affection?

It depends. She's quite attentive, and usually tries to express her affection in a way that will make her intents clear to the recipient. As much as she likes physical displays of affection, she would not initiate it unless she knows it won't make her partner uncomfortable. She has no problem of expressing her feelings with words. Would probably say "I love you" first in a relationship.

The biggest sign of her trust and affection (romantic or not), would be honesty. She's been conditioned to keep her cards to herself. She doesn't have an easy personality, and she knows it. One of her biggest fears is that she'd loose people she loves if they learned her true colors. So when she isn't afraid to make sarcastic comments and start petty arguments in the presence of someone, it means she treasures them very much, and wants them to love every part of her.

[nazali-md]

Apricot and boysenberry - leatherandsaltybitters

Thanks for the ask, ily💕💕

Apricot: What is their morning ritual?

An average morning in Scilla's life:

Around 4:30, she squints at the first rays of sun with great contempt, as she realizes she has spent yet another night researching some niche subject. She gets up from where she was slumped on the floor, and proceeds to trip on a pile of books.

At 4:45, she curses out every rooster in existence. Seriously, who the fuck invented this bird?

At 4:50, she's sound asleep, one leg thrown on her LI. Good luck getting up like that.

At 11:00 she wakes up, stays in bed and contemplates the meaning of life for forty minutes. Puts on whatever's the top of the clean pile.

11:40 coffee and breakfast. Lots of protein. Brushes her teeth but probably not her hair.

Around noon she jogs down the stairs and opens the shop.

Favourite accessories/makeup?

Scilla loves accessories and makeup! Those are the best weapons a spy can have! She owns a lot of colorful shawls, scarves and veils that lead the eye away from her face. For jewelry, she likes gold and copper. She's fond of the star and moon motif, especially long earrings.

For makeup, she likes bold colors and flashy facepaint, anything that hides her features.

[nazali-md]

3, 5, 10 & 11 for magic ask. :)

Thank you for the ask! Great choices :)

What is your character’s outlook on their magic? For example, do they believe that it’s something that should be shared freely with others or that it should be kept to themselves until an advantageous situation presents itself?

Asked to explain her magic, Scilla would say it’s a combination of science, imagination and spirituality.

Science is the base. Interfering with the rules of nature requires understanding of the said rules. Having more background knowledge helps to achieve a more precise effect, and reduces collateral damage. Laying this base is the primary purpose of magical academies, griomoires and tomes. It is possible to do magic without understanding the science behind, but the result is often unstable, similarly to a house built without foundations. It is a common occurence with children’s magic.

Imagination is critical. If you cannot visualize something, good chance you won’t be able to bring it to reality either. Imagination is required in finding the right time and place for the magical intervention, and choosing a weak point in reality to attack. It is the component Scilla’s the strongest at. Not only can she easily conjure up different ways to solve a problem with magic, she likes to experiment with new things, or combine existing spells and rituals for greater effect. Without good imagination, one would struggle to decide which spells should be applied in a certain situation.

Spirituality is the key to implementation. Knowing a spell and finding the appropriate oppurtinity to use doesn’t guarantee that it’ll work. A successful spell, charm, curse or ritual requires the right state of mind. Concentration is important, but not everything. It also requires faith. Believing that the magic can happen. This belief can be placed in different entities (I believe god/nature/the spirits/the arcana/etc... can make this happen), or in the magician themselves (I believe I can make this happen).

This is all awfully vague, I realize, but its also pretty long. So if someone wants clarification, I’ll make a different post with examples and stuff.

How freely would they give up their ability to practice magic? Would they do it for nothing, only for something in return, or would they never in a million years give it up?

Loosing her magic is one of her biggest fears actually. Despite having suffered because of her abilities, Scilla would never voluntarily give them up. It would mean more than just loosing her living, she’d loose a part of her. A part that she thinks of as the most valuable. Scilla tends to measure her own worth by how useful she is for others. Loosing her magic would deal a large blow on her self esteem and mental health.

The only situation I can think of where she’d choose to give up her magic, is if it would be in exchange for a loved one’s life. Otherwise she’d rather die, thank you very much.

How did your character learn that they were capable of magic?

She started showing signs of elemental magic at a very young age. While her parents have some subtle occupational skills that’s definitely supernatural, there weren’t any magicians in her enviroment, so for some time she didn’t realize what she was doing is de facto magic. Her parents had to sit her down and explain that she should be more considerate when playing, because not every child can telekinetically move sand, or survive falling from that high.

Her high affinity to different elements combined with her inability to hide her skills eventually lead to trouble.

What is the first spell or magical technique that they ever learned? How successful were they on the first try?

Around the time she was discovering her magic, Scilla, being a little kid, only used it to play around. In the desert she did not have a mentor or any education. After having fled to Hesperia, she had to develop her magical abilities in order to survive. Some magical techniques she picked up on the street include: using air magic as a way of transportation (magic parkour), hiding her presence, subtly changing her appearence and scamming people with her magically suggestive voice.

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Scilla joining the "looks trustworthy, but oh how wrong you are" squad

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Tag Game

Share 5 facts about yourself and then share this with your 5 favorite followers. Have fun! (︶ω︶)

Thanks for the tag, @apprentice-liuyin! 

I’m terribly boring, so I like to answer these about Scilla.

She likes pineapple on pizza. (she’s wrong)

Her air magic can make her look a bit of a daredevil, as she has the tendency to yeet herself off buildings.

She has difficulty using water magic.

During her short life, she has lived with her family in the Fennekh Desert, in the capital of Hesperia  and in Vesuvia. She was known by a different name in each place.

Her birth name, is also the Tuareg name of the constellation Orion. Amanar, the desert warrior points to the polar star, and is a crucial navigation point. 

Tagging @valdemar-thot @theroyalmage, @heartofnopal, @apprenticemcthot and @autum-the-apprentice

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What’s your MC’s/OC’s Love Language?

Thanks for the tag, @apprentice-liuyin​!

Take this quiz as you MC/OC and post your results!

I tag @valdemar-thot @heartofnopal, @theroyalmage @leatherandsaltybitters, @apprenticemcthot, @poetic-emptiness-fanfic and anyone else who wants to do it!