#asther of the spring

[sir-aror]

Asther was watching the guests at his youngest daughter's birthday party when a couple caught his attention.

"Excuse me, but you are...?"

"Hades, a pleasure. And this is my wife, Persephone. May we come in? We have a surprise for our niece."

Asther couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Before he could react, a chill ran down his spine as he remembered the joke he made when he chose Hades as the godfather for his daughter Lily, just as he had done with his other children.

His eldest daughter, Veria, had Demeter as her godmother because she was born in the middle of spring. She had recently told him about a woman in the park who liked teaching gardening.

His son Lonar was always complaining about an idiot who kept trying to teach him how to flirt and woo people, which he found annoying. It didn’t help that his godfather by "joke" was Zeus, because he was born during a storm.

Then there were the twins, Marin and Aror, who also mentioned strange situations. Marin spoke of a man by the coast who wouldn’t stop talking about fish, while Aror talked about a woman in the library who always knew how to solve problems with people, cooking, and oddly, burning things. Marin’s godfather was Poseidon, because of her name’s connection to the sea, and Aror’s godmother was Hestia, because his name in another language meant fire eclipse.

His two-year-old son Zack had drawn someone who was always watching him and reminding him not to lie. Asther thought it was one of the daycare workers teaching him not to deceive, but he soon realized, from the context, that it was Hera. Maybe choosing her as his godmother wasn’t the best idea, just because Zack had been born right after a marital argument.

And now there was Lily, who was celebrating her first birthday, and he had chosen Hades as her godfather, just to complete the "set" of the six children of Cronos.

"... Come in, come in. And if you see your brothers and sisters, tell them they’re invited too. And tell Zeus to stop trying to corrupt my son."

As the guests entered, Asther knew that after this, his wife was definitely going to punish him... if she didn’t kill him on the spot.

Your parents listed Hades as your godfather as a joke, That would not be an issue if it were not for the 3-headed puppy delivered to your doorstep by Persephone and Hades themselves, planning to protect you from the Olympian’s shenanigans due to Zeus’ bulldickery

[fleur-aistrella]

Having the greatest hunger for life, she desperately wanted to flee her current situation. Longing to do nothing more than enjoy life as it comes. She imagined herself living in cities that never went to sleep, where she could spend her days soaking up all the literary beauty she could handle, and then, as night fell, erupt into a raging tempest of unbridled beauty that no one could control. She was born in the spring and spent her time by the water, soaking up the sun, getting her hair salty, and filling her heart to capacity. An intelligent young lady who spends her time reading and researching the works of great authors and pondering the meaning of life. She was always the center of attention, both because of her enigma and because she was the most vivacious, charming, and assured person in the room. The girl whose chestnut hair and honey eyes bewitched everyone around her, who wondered how anyone could be so stunningly beautiful.

Asther Rue.

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I'm back~

With whatever this is

Thought it'd be fun! I saw one of those "draw your squad" bases and this just scream chaos so...of COURSE I had to redraw it as them

fun fact- Galens "shorts" were actually pants before they decided it would get too hot so they looked up a random tutorial on YouTube and made their own shorts

Oh and also I redrew my favorite kids

I hope you guys like them and have a wonderful week!

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AAAAAAAAAAAH! I love everything about this! Like.. first of all.. you got everyone's personality in that car down perfectly .. like.. 🤣🤣🤣 I loveeee it! And I'm always so fucking happy to get drawings of the kids from you! These are amazing! They're so perfect 😍😍😍 aaaaaah Thank you so much for always spoiling is with your art, dear! You're amazing! 😊🥰 - Mod Runa

[silverteresa]

Hi! I made this for @wlw-lovestruck-fiction mod Runa beautiful Ruelle x Piama x MC's kids in case anyone wants to make fanarts for them! ❤ Mod Runa described them and I wrote everything here.

Make sure you go read her fanfic, they're so cute!

Lylia

•13 years old

• she/her

• Piama's skin tone and flowers on her body (purple yellow spring flowers + maroon deep orange Wilds flowers; no cracks on her skin )

• MC's eyes, freckles and slightly pointy ears

• ombre hair: MC's red at the top fading down into yellow/white

•MC's character

•Piama's build

Asther

•11 years old

• they/them

• freckles and pointy ears

• Ruelle's skin, eyes and hair colour

• androgynous short hair: cut on one side and longer wavy on the other

• Ruelle's character

• Ruelle's build

Willowyn

•11 years old

•she/her

• freckles, pointy ears

• MC's hairstyle, colour and skin tone

• Ruelle's eyes

• Piama's character

• mix of Ruelle and MC's build

P.S: Willowyn and Asther are twins

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The Aster

The aster is a flower with a bit of a wild appearance, but it fits nicely in many garden settings. The aster flower is the birth flower for the month of September, and is often used to mark twenty years of marriage. In gardens, asters continue to attract bees and butterflies long after most other flowers have disappeared. People have enjoyed the simple beauty of aster flowers for many generations, and it is likely that these flowers will continue to be celebrated for years to come.

Scientific Name

Aster is the scientific name for an entire genus of flowers, which also belong to the order Asterales. There are a number of flowers that use the word "aster" in their common names, but not as a part of their scientific names. Scientific names for species within the Aster genus include Aster dumosus (Bushy Asther), Aster patens (Late Purple Aster), Aster vimineus (Small White Aster), and Aster praealtus (Willow Aster). The word Aster has Greek origins and means "star." The name was originally given by the botanist Carl von Linnaeus to describe the radiate shape of the flower head.

Geographic Origin

There has been quite a bit of confusion in recent years over what qualifies as an aster and what doesn't. Extensive genetic research has determined that many of the flowers once considered a part of the aster genus were incorrectly classified. These flowers look like real asters, but actually fit better in other genera. Most of the misidentified aster flowers originated in North America, but the Asther alpinus is the only true aster native to North America. The other 180 species within the genus are native to various regions of Europe and Asia. Many asters native to Eurasia have been transplanted and can be found growing in the United States and Canada. Former Asters There are two main types of flowers with aster in the common name that are no longer scientifically classified as asters. The first is the New England Aster, which used to have the scientific name of Aster novae angligae. Now, this flower is called the Symphyotrichum novae angliae. With purple ray flowers and a yellow disc, the New England Aster is easily mistaken for a member of the genus Aster. The main difference is that there are far more ray flowers in the New England Aster than in native asters. Another flower known commonly as an aster is the Aromatic Aster, formerly labeled Aster oblongifolius. The Aromatic Aster is now classified as Symphyotrichum oblongifolium. The beautiful flowers greatly resemble other asters, but are low growing in comparison to other members of the genus Aster.

Description and Characteristics

Due to the recent narrowing of the Aster genus, identifying asters can be difficult. Every aster species features composite flowers, meaning that the aster has a circular disc flower in the center, as well as several longer ray flowers that radiate out from the disc flower. The ray flowers are often mistaken for flower petals, but they are actually individual flowers. In general, the disc flower of an aster will be yellow or brown in color, while color of the ray flowers varies greatly from one species to the next. Asters generally have coarser stems which are often woody near the bottom. The leaves tend to be dark green, and are often long and narrow, much like the ray flowers.

Meaning

A historic tradition of the Dutch is to collect large bouquets of asters and display them in colorful windowsill decorations. French soldiers used them to decorate another environment: the graves of fallen soldiers. The aster was also commonly featured at the feast of St. Michaelmas, as they were one of the only flowers still in bloom when the festival arrived. For this reason, certain species of the aster are still referred to as Michaelmas flowers. Currently, the aster is the birth flower for the month of September, which makes sense, since asters bloom near the beginning of September. The red aster and blue aster both signify new beginnings, such as the start of the academic year.

Cultivation and Care

Aster flowers should be planted in areas with plenty of exposure to sunshine. They also require well-drained soil and aren't suited to areas that collect large amounts of water. Aster seeds are best planted in mid Spring, while seedlings can be planted in midsummer. Most asters need regular care, but are hardy enough to do alright if you have to go on vacation for a week or two. The dwarf aster is especially hardy and may be a good choice for those with little gardening experience. Water asters regularly with a soaker hose. To enhance the growth of the aster plant, feed it water soluble plant food twice each month. If the asters are growing in well-mulched soil, you may not need to use fertilizer at all. Mulching the environment of the aster is also a great way to keep pests away.

Diseases and Pests

The main pest attracted by aster flowers is the aphid. This pesky little insect consumes the aster leaves and can damage the overall health of the flower. Pesticides can be used to keep aphids away, as can releasing ladybugs in your flower garden.

Uses

Asters are commonly seen in bouquets and gardens. Their roots can be used to make a delicious red wine. And the ray flowers are used as a treatment for snakebite in many cultures.

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Can i request Ruelle, Piama and MC baking something with the kids? You know MC is a terrible cook but maybe with the help of her family🤣

“Llewellyn! What are you doing? Please, put down the whisk!” 

Ruelle chuckled at the look of horror on poor Piama’s face. Their wife and beautiful queen covered in flour as she pulled out what looked like her sixth tray of burnt cookies. The queen only sighed, placing the tray down on the counter.

��What is that smell? Is the palace on fire?!” Young Asther asked, running into kitchen after their Mothers. 

“Heh, no. That’s just the smell of a Mother’s love.” 

“It’s not funny, Ruelle! She could have-!”

“Piama, I am quite capable of baking a few cookies without the queen’s guard watching over me.” Llewellyn replied, looking slightly perturbed - flour covering the freckles that decorated the soft skin of her face. 

Ruelle held up a completely charred cookie, laughing. “I believe this cookie would say otherwise, my queen.” 

“Fine.. laugh at my suffering, then.” Llewellyn replied, rolling her eyes as her other two children entered the room looking just as horrified. 

“I thought we weren’t going to let her cook anymore.” Lylia said, leaning in to whisper to Piama. 

“I can hear you, you know.” 

Lylia blushed slightly with embarrassment under the stern gaze of the queen. 

“Sorry, Mama.. but well… the last time Willowyn almost choked on one of your fruit tarts.”

“Ugh! Don’t remind me! That day was the worst!” Willowyn chimed in, scrunching her nose at the burnt pastries in front of her. 

“Pfff... I’m the one that had to listen to you complain all night.” Asther replied, narrowing their eyes as their twin who only stuck out her tongue in response. 

Llewellyn sighed, setting the whisk down on the large wooden table. “I’ve been so busy with all these extra council meetings lately..  I just wanted to do something nice.” 

‘Well, how about we help you then, Mama?” Lylia asked, moving swiftly to start a new batch of dough for the cookies.

“Yes! Let us help!” Willowyn exclaimed excitedly.

“Fine, I’ll help too.. but only if I get to lick the batter.” Asther added, crossing their arms.

“I think helping Mama would be a lovely idea.. What do you say, Ruelle?” 

Piama traced her fingers affectionately down Ruelles arm, smiling at her warmly.

“Heh.. fine. At least then we’ll end up with something edible.” 

She smirked at the queen who rolled her eyes in response, utterly unamused. 

“Ha, ha… very funny.“ 

“Why, thank you, my queen.” Ruelle replied smugly, placing a soft kiss to Llewellyn’s cheek. 

She rolled her eyes again, smiling underneath her faux annoyance. A warm feeling spilling over her as she watched her family swiftly move into action. Lylia handled whisking the dough as the twins fought over who got to place the cookies on the tray. Piama’s trained fingers meticulously slicing up fruit for the tarts with ease as Ruelle stationed herself at the ovens. 

“Well, I must admit.. Baking is definitely a lot funner this way.” Llewellyn laughed, earning bright smiles from all of her children. 

“That’s what families are for, Mama!” Willowynn exclaimed, frowning slightly as Asther threw a handful of flour, barely missing her. ”This is my favorite dress, Asther!” 

“That sounds like a ���you’ problem, dear sister.” They replied, smirking deviously.

The three mothers only laughed, each sharing an affectionate glance before going back to the task at hand. The sounds of laughter and joy filling the warm air of the kitchen long after the hours of lunch and dinners had passed. Smells of cinnamon and sugared fruit wafting through the castle hallways with each tray that slid out of the oven. Llewellyn couldn’t help but smile, watching the five people she loved more than anything in the world come together in such a beautiful way. Taking a bite out of a freshly baked fruit tart, she sighed in content.

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Would like, Ruelle x MC x Piama, like, would they have another kid? Or would they stay with the 3 kids? Or can we get some fluff of when they were pregnant owo

Please thanks, love your hard worked. Keep it going!!!

Ruelle found herself feeling more nervous than she ever had as she swiftly moved through the shadows of the palace. Even though she had been through this two times before (technically three, but the twins had been born so close together, that Ruelle had sworn Willowyn had practically pushed poor Esther out) but this time was a little different. In all the years that they had been together, it had only ever been discussed that another child would be brought into the family - a child with the blood of autumn and spring blended together, a child that would make the family complete. It was something that Ruelle had almost put aside as a distant desire. One she would be left to think about on days when the halls of Altadellys were far too quiet. When the queen was busy with her duties, and the children who were growing up so very fast before her eyes, were nowhere to be found. It was on one of these days, that Ruelle had found herself sitting quietly with Piama. A soft smile to her face as she watched the Spring consort read through one of her favorite books, sipping on a cup of tea with a fresh fruit tart next to her. She remembered the look of surprise on dear Piama’s face when she brought it up. How tenderly she had looked at her, with so much love and excitement brimming behind the most beautiful storm blue eyes Ruelle had ever seen. She had half expected Piama to say no, unsure as to how she would feel about being the one to carry the child - knowing had never been physically built to do so herself. 

“How is she??” Ruella asked, slightly out of breath - a few rogue emerald tendrils matted to her face as her eyes fell upon her family.

The queen smiled warmly at her. “She is doing just fine, Ruelle. You can breathe.”

And Ruelle did just that, completely unaware of the deep breath she had been holding in probably since Xenia had told her the news. 

“And the baby?”

“From what we have been told, the baby is perfectly healthy.” 

“You mean.. you have not been in to see?” Ruelle asked, looking slightly surprised.

“Willowyn and I tried to sneak a peek in, but Mother insisted you got to see them first!” Asther replied with a slight pout, looking remarkably like their twin. 

“Heh.. I see.” 

There would be no point in stopping the fierce blush that was spilling its way across the Autumn consort’s cheeks, so she didn’t even try. She was always so disarmed by the absolute endearing ways of her dearest Piama. Llewellyn smiled at her again, each of her arms wrapped around the twins with Lylia at her side. They all looked so happy - so eager to meet the newest member of their family, that Ruelle could only take the deepest breath of her life before turning to enter the room. With one last smile from her queen, she slipped quietly inside. 

“Mmh.. is that you, Ruelle?” 

The groggy undertones of Piama’s voice had told her that the consort had most likely dozed off while waiting for her. The soft lighting casting intricate shadows across the four corners of the small room. The only sounds to be heard was a pair of breaths, almost perfectly matched in rhythm. 

“Yes. I got here as quick as I could, I was-”

Piama waved her hand in soft dismissal, a sleepy smile to her face as she slowly lifted herself up. 

“It is of no concern, Ruelle. I know you would never leave me waiting any longer than you absolutely had to.”

Ruelle blushed slightly again, slowly moving closer to the bed. A small bundle nestled ever so safely in dear Piama’s arms - the soft hues of the blanket beautiful against the warm tones of her skin. She placed a hand to Piama’s cheek, cupping it slightly, causing the Spring consort to blush in turn as she placed her own hand around Ruelle’s wrist - placing a small kiss to the inside of it. 

“Ruelle.. I would like for you to meet the newest member of the family, and first Prince of Lysende in many, many spans.”

“A… heh.. finally, a little boy to help balance us out.” She smirked, placing a soft kiss to Piama’s cheek. 

“Yes, and maybe a sibling for Asther who might not care much about getting dirty while trying to play.” Piama laughed. 

Ruelle smiled warmly, leaning over the bed to get a better look. The child was sleeping peacefully, but there was no denying the wild poof of hair that adorned his small head - deeper than the deepest of greens with just a wisp of moonlit white at the ends - a perfect mix of them both. His skin was warm like Piama’s, but she could tell by how long his little body was stretched out, that he would likely hold a build closer to her own. She brought her hand down gently, tracing the tip of her thumb lightly over the small child’s cheek. Deep storm blue eyes slowly opening as she did. 

“He has your eyes.” Ruelle smiled, knowing how badly Piama had always wanted one her children to have them.

“Yes, and it is about time.” Piama laughed.

“He is absolutely beautiful, Piama.” 

“Mmh… just like you.”

“Says the woman who just gave birth and looks like a rotting goddess.” Ruelle smirked in turn. 

“Language, Ruelle! I do not wish that our son’s first words be profanity born of the Autumn quarter.” 

Ruelle only laughed at the sight of Piama’s narrowed eyes, placing a quick kiss to her lips.

“Noted, princess.”

Piama rolled her eyes slightly before smiling. “Anyways.. Ruelle.. I know we have discussed the topic of names before, but I just wanted to make sure you are still sure with the choice we had made.”

Ruelle only nodded, unexpectedly overcome with a strong feeling of warmth. 

“Perfect.” Piama replied with a soft smile. “How about we invite the rest of this family in to meet him, then, yes?” 

“Yes, before Asther and Willowyn break down the door.” Ruelle chuckled. 

With Ruelle’s help, Piama lifted herself up a bit more on the bed, holding her sweet son close to her body as Ruelle opened the door. An immediate surge of energy enveloping the pair as the rest of their family excitedly bounded in, each with a look of awe upon their faces. 

“Hey, look Willowyn! The baby is even cuter than you!”  Asther laughed, sticking their tongue out at their twin.

“And what does that say of you, Asther!? We are twins!” Willowyn exclaimed back, looking proud of her retort.

“Pft.. still..”

Ruelle chuckled, bringing her hand down to muss Asther’s hair - smiling as they all moved in to see their newest sibling clearer. A feeling of warmth so vast that it spilled beautifully over all of them. Ruelle was sure that if such a thing were possible, her heart would have burst from the overflowing amount of love that it was holding. 

She cleared her throat proudly, getting everyone’s attention before speaking.

“Everyone.. I would like for you to meet the newest member of Lysende. Prince Valerian of the Spring.” 

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Hii! I want more Piama x MC x Ruelle's kids ! Could you maybe write about Asther coming out as enby to their mothers? Thank you!!

A single ray of sunshine danced it's way so eloquently across her eldest twin's deep emerald hair, that it shimmered brilliantly in the low lighting of their bedroom. Ruelle smiled fondly as she stood in the doorway - watching them idly doodling on a piece of parchment. Their artistic skills better than hers at the age of nine, than she could ever hope to be - though, she could tell something was weighing heavy on them. They had always been a bit of a deep thinker, but lately she had noticed that slightly pained, far away look in their usually sharp amber eyes, one too many times. She knocked softly on thick wooden door before taking a single step inside.

"I will pay you three gold pieces to draw a picture of your Mother dressed all in black." Ruelle smirked, imagining Piama's face as it scrunched at the audacity of it.

"Make it four, and you've got a deal." Her young child smirked in return, a mischievous glint to their eyes. Ruelle only laughed, making her way further into the large bedroom that housed their twins.

"Do you not feel like playing with your sisters? They were asking for you."

Ruelle took a seat next to them at the small crafting table she had made for the twins when they were born. Smiling as she peered over at their drawing - a bright purple dragon with a multitude of yellow flames pouring out from it's snout.

"Not really.. You know how they can be. Always... talking..."

Ruelle laughed, always astounded at just how alike they were.

"Indeed. They are truly their Mother's daughters."

The young child chuckled, their smile quickly fading - replaced by a much more somber look. A deep shadow casting over their brilliant amber eyes. They were the same hue as Ruelle's, but the shape of the Queen's.

"You know.. If something is bothering you, you can always talk to me." She said softly, watching her child as they idly played with their hair. A nervous tick of theirs she had become accustomed to over the years.

"I know... it's just.." They pause, taking a deep breath before going back to their doodle. Being so much like herself, Ruelle knew better than to press them. They both were the types of people who needed time to process things - to figure out their words before allowing them to pass through their lips. Instead of saying anything else, Ruelle leaned over and grabbed a piece of parchment and a quill, dipping it in a deep black ink before starting a doodle of her own. Within moments her child started to laugh, as a crude drawing of Piama dressed all in black started to take shape.

"You better not let Mother see that." They laughed.

"Heh... I intend to leave it on her pillow." She replied with a smirk, making them laugh even more. They sighed heavily placing their own quill on the table before speaking.

"Mom... would you still... love me if I was.. different?" They asked tentatively, averting their eyes.

"I will always love you. No matter what." She replied, but she knew there was much more to their question than just a need for reassurance.

"... Are you sure? Because... I don't always feel the same way as everyone else does."

"As who feels the about what?"

"Well like... how Lylia and Willowyn feel. How they're always so happy when they get new dresses. I've never felt happy about wearing them. They don't make me feel... comfortable."

"Well, that is understandable. Not everyone likes to wear dresses. I am not particularly fond of them, myself."

"I.. I know.. it's more than that, though. Like... sometimes when I'm called a daughter... or a sister.. or a Spring Princess.. it just makes me feel.. not great. Like a part of me isn't being seen."

Ruelle only nodded, trying to give them all the time they needed to talk through whatever was weighing so heavily on their heart - always so completely blown away by how well spoken they were.

"Like... in my body.. I don't feel like a 'she'.. or a 'he'.. I just feel like... me. If that makes any sense." They sighed, leaning back in their chair. Ruelle could tell they were getting frustrated with themselves and placed a hand on their shoulder.

"It absolutely makes sense, dear. You know we have people who are close to our family who feel quite the same way, and we love them just the same." She replied.

"We do?" They asked, eyes wide.

"We do... take Galen for example." A look of revelation spilled across the young child's face as they nodded.

"Of course!" They exclaimed. Ruelle smiled, moving her chair a little closer to them.

"So, alright.. neither the pronoun 'she' or 'he' feels fitting to you? Would 'they' be a more comfortable fit?"

"Oh... yes! 'They' would be much better!"

Ruelle nodded and she could see as the worries slowly started to melt off of them, a small smile coming to their face. It was as if they had played out this scene a million times in their head, and it was actually turning out the way they had hoped.

"Things like daughter and sister.. Princess.. those can all be changed, too. We always want you to feel comfortable in your home. To be yourself." She replied, pausing before continuing. "And we can also have something other than dresses made for you, as well. If you want, we can sit down with Galen sometime and pick their brain on some other fashions."

At this suggestion they truly beamed, looking happier than Ruelle had seen them look in quite a long time - and even though her rough exterior would show otherwise - Ruelle's heart was filled with warmth. She ran her fingers through their hair affectionately and smiled at them. She had always known they were special - and would quickly stab anyone who deemed them as 'different'. They were a rare and beautiful soul. A brilliant light that was only trying to find it's place in the world, and she would defend their right to be their true selves to no end.

"Is there anything else we can do that would help? A new hair cut perhaps?"

Ruelle was almost taken back by the look of pure gratitude that spilled so deeply across their young face. A layer of unspent tears rising to their eyes.

"You.. you would let me do that?" They asked, playing with the ends of their long emerald hair.

"Of course we would."

"Won't you need to talk this over with Mother and Mama first?"

"I will do that, of course, but I am quite certain they will have no issues with it, and I can always threaten to stab them if they do." Ruelle replied with a smirk.

"Pretty sure they're used to that already, Mom." They said as they rolled their eyes, getting a rare laugh out of Ruelle. Their eyes growing somber again before continuing. "And.. do you think they will be.. accepting of everything else we talked about?"

She cupped their face with her hand, smiling at them before placing a soft kiss to their forehead.

"Listen to me, my child. There is literally nothing about who you are that your Mother and Mama would not accept. They love you without limitations. As do I. That will never change."

They smiled at her, scrunching their nose slightly.

"Gah.. you're so mushy sometimes, Mom." They replied with a smirk, but Ruelle could see the pure happiness beaming through their eyes.

"Heh, yes... that is certainly a word people would use to describe me." She replied dryly, making them laugh.

"Could we.. do you think we could go and find them now? And talk to them? Lylia and Willowyn too?" They asked, and Ruelle nodded.

"Of course. I think Mama is done with her council meetings for the day, and dinner will be served soon. We can tell them all then. Would you like that?"

"I would, yes.. and Mom? Thank you."

Ruelle nodded as she stood, smiling fondly at them as she held out her hand for them to take.

"Of course." She replied, pausing as she stopped at the door. "Just one more question."

"Yeah?"

"Your name... if you've thought about changing it.. what would it be?"

They smiled at her wide, eyes beaming with appreciation.

"Asther." They answered swiftly, smiling wider.

"Asther it is, then." Ruelle replied with a firm nod - taking her child's hand in hers, as she led them down the long halls of Attadellys

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Hey it's me again I know how unfortunate anyways-

I decided to draw lylia, asther, and willowyn again (I love these kids so much-) while I liked my previous drawing of them full body illustrious are not at all my strong suit (anatomy? Never heard of her) so I decided to do a headshot if each if them! (Something I'm actually good at-)

For Asther I like the idea of them being some what as a spy like their mother! Like maybe xenia taught them the ropes and stuff! And i think it's fitting for their personality since they're a lot like ruelle!

For lylia if I'm remembering correctly mod runa you mentioned she's a free spirit much like mc! So I figured I could give her a more... adventurous look! I feel like she'd be the type of queen to get her hands dirty helping her kingdom much like how mc is doing in xenia's route! I figured she'd go on adventures to get to know her land (not before her mother's made sure she could take care of herself...Ruelle made sure she knew how to use every weapon and mc taught her how to hunt maybe?)

For willowyn I gave her a more fire-y look! I first I thought she looked mean but then I figured it made sense? She carries herself with an air of nobility and confidence so I figured she'd look intimidating for those who don't know her well ( I believe Asther teases her nonstop-) also I made her dress a bit...softer? The bright pink was a bit too striking for my tastes and distracted from other things!

Wow that was long ...sorry about that but anyways I hope you guys like them! ( ╹▽╹ )

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AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH... THESE ARE SO AMAZING, DEAR 😍😍😍😍😍 Seriously! They all came out so, so, so fucking good!! I love the little insights you have on them, and have to agree! I love these so much! Thank you!!! Aaaaaahhh.... You're amazing!! 😊😊😊😊 - Mod Runa

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Sup y'alllllllll

Back so soon I knoww it's really unfortunate buuut

I could not wait any longer to show you all

Asther!

I, 100% believe that Willowyn makes sure they look hot 100000% of the time! I'm convinced that she drags them with her for shopping and she picks out their outfits 99.99999% of the time because they're always asking xenia to show them new things about being a spy instead of shopping. they do enjoy it but they'd prefer to be with xenia learning new stuff about being a spy!

Since they're a spy I'm sure they've gotten into a fair amount of dangerous situations and do have some scars and injuries but that doesn't mean they aren't a force to be wreckened with ! I'm convinced that they ABSOLUTELY show off their injuries to a very worried Ruelle! Their mothers are always fussing over them!

Asther is a very kind person so I definitely think they'd always try to help the people around them when they're out on a mission or in any situation really!

Anyway I absolutely adore them! Hope you guys enjoy, stay hydrated and stay safe you beautiful people 💓!

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OOOOOOOOOOOOOOO ... I LOVE THIS! I love how you did their hair here! AND THE SCAR.. AND THE LITTLE SMIRK 😍😍😍😍😍😍 Yeah, totally not biased for the enby child or anything 😅 But seriously, this is amazing! I feel like Asther is for sure a force to be reckoned with, but also internetly kind at heart. They also spend a lot of time with Galen, so they're well versed in the ways of the sea as well as the shadows 😁 I love this, dear! Thank you again for your amazing talent! 😊♥️ - Mod Runa

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Hello! Can I request another fanfic with Ruelle x Piama x MC kids? 😍 The 3 siblings playing in the snow of the Winter Estate with their mothers and the moms start a snowball battle? 😂

The sun was bright and warm over the snow covered streets of the Winter Quarter. Piama smiled to herself as she watched her twins bickering back and forth, reminding her of the early days when she had first met Ruelle.

"Such deep thought for a Spring royal." Piama could feel her face immediately flush at the all too familiar teasing.

'Oh, hush, Ruelle!" She exclaimed.

Ruelle only chuckled before sliding her fingers into Piama's, causing her to blush even more. The cold winter's air making her blush even more brilliant against the soft snowflakes that had steadily began to fall. Her heart swelled as she watched their queen walking hand in hand with both twins, Lylia keeping a steady pace next to them. She knew if Llewellyn had it her way, she would have all the time in the world to spend with her children - but some upsets on the bordering territories over the last years, had left her with less family time than they had all grown accustomed to.

"I swear she gets more beautiful with each span." Piama said softly, eyes firmly focused on the beautiful red head in front of them.

"As do you, though." Ruelle replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Oh, hush, Ruelle." She said, laughing this time. Her blush growing slightly deeper.

The walk to the Winter Estate was peaceful, and with Xenia insisting that they take a few extra guards with them, they made it to the grounds fairly quickly. Snow swirled softly around the royal family as an air of excitement spilled over the group.

"I want Lylia on my team!" Asther exclaimed almost immediately, pouting slightly. Their emerald hair slightly askew in the warm winter sun. They looked so much like Ruelle, that Piama had to glance over at the Autumn Princess and laugh.

"Well, I want Mama on my team!" Willowyn added, crossing her arms.

"I have an even better idea, children." Llewellyn said, taking her youngest daughter's hands in hers. "How about we do Mommies against the kids.. and whoever wins, gets to choose tonight's desert."

"Only if we can choose fruit tarts!" Willowyn declared, her voice slightly whiny - causing Ruelle to laugh this time, eyeing Piama in such a way that made her blush. The queen only laughed, kissing her small daughter on the cheek.

"That sounds like a plan I think your Mother would approve of, as well." She gave Piama a wink, flustering her even more.

"Well... I do hope you're ready for war, dear parents." Lylia said with a smirk, as she spun a perfectly round snowball flawlessly on the tip of her finger - the twins hastily making snowballs.

"I feel as though we may have underestimated them." Ruelle said. "We may need a strategy."

"We are not strategizing against our own children, Ruelle!"

As soon as the words left Piama's mouth, a snow ball hit her directly in the face, causing the small woman to squeak.

"Would you care to say that again?" Ruelle asked with a chuckle.

"I certainly would not! And I happen know of the perfect strategy... " Piama replied as she wiped the snow from her face, her eyes taking on a devious glint. "... no mercy."

"That's my girl." Ruelle said with a smirk.

"They are our children, I think they can handle it." Llewellyn added with a smirk of her own, and the two woman nodded.

The next few minutes were a blur of fun in the purest of forms. Each child perfectly matched against their parents. The cold winter air blowing gracefully, as the fresh snowfall swirled around them - almost seeming to dance elegantly amongst the snowballs that relentlessly cascaded through the air. One after another, as the melodic sounds of laughter filled the time that so preciously flew past them. Each family member's cheeks flushed, rosy - brilliant against the snow covered backdrop. It was everything Piama could ever hope to have - to be a part of a family that truly accepted her. The two women whom she loved more than any thing in the world, their three perfect children, each so ingrained with a part of them, that it made her heart swell. She couldn't help but watch as Lylia swung the twins around - her eldest, always so fierce and humble - The look of mischief on dear Asther's face as they pulled Lylia to the ground with them - how fearless they were, never willing to compromise who they were. The way Willowyn cared so deeply for her siblings, even when she didn't want anyone else to know - as she checked on them both when they hit the snow - the size of her heart so big, it never ceased to disarm Piama. The looks on her beloveds faces as the three children fell into the snow, laughing in nothing but unrestricted joy, snow kissed from head to toe.

"Let's say we call this a tie." Llewellyn said with a laugh, clumps of snow decorating the deep reds of her hair, her freckles brilliant against her flushed skin.

"But we won, Mama!" Willowyn yelled, immediately jumping up from her place on the ground.

"Willow is right. I believe it's time for you to surrender, my queen." Asther added, dusting the snow off the longer side of their hair.

"It's Willowyn!" The small twin exclaimed, nudging her sibling's shoulder with a deep pout.

Asther only stuck out their tongue at her, causing Willowyn to pout even more. Piama laughed, walking over to help her eldest up from her place on the ground.

"What if we call it a tie, but you still get your fruit tarts?" Lylia asked the twins calmly, her diplomatic side shining through. Willowyn's eyes gleamed with excitement, as Asther placed a finger to their chin, thinking her words over - but once they saw how excited their twin was, they could hardly refuse.

"Hmph.. fine. But next time.. we're out for blood." They replied with a smirk, trying to hide their joy when Willowyn cheered.

"They truly are your child, Ruelle." Piama laughed.

"And they've made me so proud." Ruelle replied with a smirk, mussing the emerald waves of Asther's hair.

"Now, by decree of the queen herself, I insist that we go inside and make some hot beverages." Llewellyn added.

"That sounds amazing, Mama." Lylia exclaimed, dusting the rest of the snow from her cloak.

"I want Mother's cider! Hers is the best!" Willowyn yelled excitedly, obviously looking forward to idea of warmth and snacks.

"Ah, that is because of the secret ingredient that I add to each cup." Piama replied, placing a small boop to her youngest daughter's nose.

"I swear, Piama, if you say the secret ingredient is love.. I'm going to stab you." Ruelle added with a smirk, making the children laugh. Piama only rolled her eyes, all too familiar with Ruelle's idle threats of stabbing.

"It is just a dash of nutmeg, Ruelle! No need to be so dramatic." She smirked in turn, and Ruelle chuckled before placing a small kiss to her lips. The queen smiled warmly as she watched them, hooking an arm in each of theirs.

"Fruit tarts, and cider it is, then." She laughed as she began to lead the family back up the snow covered streets of the Winter Quarter.

Piama hummed in content as the warmth from her heart spilled out and over her. All her life, all she had ever wanted was to be accepted, to be loved without limits and expectations. Only seen as an outcast by those she had once held so close to her for such a long time, that she still had trouble accepting what was now truly hers. She smiled fondly at her wives, the bright rays of the winter sun encasing her family in all of the brilliant light that they encompassed - and our dear Piama, had never been happier.

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Did I draw the babies? Yes... yes I did. Also sorta kinda new to digital art and so I don’t know how to color (except eyes) so all I have to give for now is the sketch. I’ll definitely try to color in this bad boy ÙwÚ. I literally just saw the description for the kids too so I’m sorry about getting Asther’s hair all wrong lmfao.

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Awwww! 😍 This is a great start tho, dear! Thank you so much for drawing them!! 😍😍 I love it! 😁 - Mod Runa

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Finally figured out how to color 🧍🏽‍♀️. (sorry I took forever) now it’s time for me to draw Val

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Awww! They all came out so cute! 😍😍😍😍😍 And don't worry! Art is always wotth the wait! Thank you so much for drawing them! 😁♥️ - Mod Runa

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It's it's not to much trouble mod runa could you describe Asthers, Lylias and Willowyns personally? I'm planning to draw them but I can't decide what pose to put them in. Knowing a bit more about them and how they present themselves will help a bunch!! (Also could you describe what clothes they'd wear?) Thank you so much!

Of course I can, dear!

And thank you so much for drawing them! 😊

Lylia, 13: She/Her - Personality is similar to the MC's. She's free spirited, fiercely brave, and has a strong sense of justice. She wears dresses similar to the style of MC's (lots of greens and bright colors) and carries herself with confidence.

Asther, 11: They/them - Personality is similar to Ruelle's. They're wise beyond their years, sarcastic, and has a keen intuition. They wear a mesh of tunics, vests, blouses, fitted jackets, pants and sometimes skirts - but not often (usually in deep emeralds and blacks) and carries themselves with a bit of mischievousness.

Willowyn, 11: She/her - Personality is similar to Piama's. She is loyal, fiercely protective and has the tendancy to be a bit stubborn. She wears dresses similar to Piama's (very flowy with light pastels and whites) and she carries herself with an air of nobility.

I hope this helps! If you have any other questions, feel free to ask! 😁 - Mod Runa

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Quick question mod runa! How tall are lylia, Asther and willowyn compared to their mothers?

Well, as children they are all about average heights for their ages (Lylia is 13, and Asther and Willowyn are 11) with Asther being slightly taller than Willowyn. As adults Asther is the tallest being around Ruelle's height, Lylia is a little bit taller than Piama, and Willowyn is the same height as the MC. (I'd give exact heights, but the only one I could find one for was Piama at 5'2) I hope this helps! 😊 - Mod Runa

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Ok so we all know piama had a fucked up childhood. She has to live up to the spring's expectations and quite frankly I doubt she was allowed to have much fun

I'm deadly curious on how one of the mods see piama raising her and MCs kid! - Aquarius

Dear Piama's life had never been conventional. She had always been considered an outcast - a pariah - Even before the day the curse had touched her skin. That's what they had always called it, anyways - her peers, her Aunt, anyone who just felt the need to be hurtful to a young girl just trying to figure out who she was - a curse. Piama had always sworn to herself that she would never let her own child feel such pain - such isolation. So on the day when her eldest was born, with same beautiful flowers that adorned her Mother's warm skin, Piama wept a little. For she knew the grief that would one day plague her child.

"Lylia? Tell me what is the matter!"

She had heard the sobs of her eldest daughter from all of the way down the halls of Attadellys. With only the firelight of her fire place to light the room, the small silhouette of young princess shook with each tear that fell from her face. Piama walked over to her slowly, taking a seat next to her on the bed, before cupping Lylia's face with her hand. She was always astounded by her daughter's beauty. Thanks to Gideon, she shared genetics from two of three of her Mothers. Her brilliantly warm skin, and the vibrant flowers that flawless decorated it, were very much Piama's - while her sea-glass green eyes, freckles, and slightly pointed ears were a striking resemblance to that of the Queen. Her ombre hair, a mix of both - beautiful and wild - with long waves that cascaded down her back, as deep as a sunset. Even the flowers that adorned her skin, were a mesh of Spring and the Wilds. The young princess took a deep breath before responding to her Mother.

"I just... I can't help but fear that I will always be seen as different." She said, wiping the tears from her eyes, "I hate these stupid flowers, and these stupid ears!"

Piama took her daughter into her arms, allowing her to cry freely - safely and comforted. It reminded Piama of all the times she had come home crying, hiding away in her room to save herself from the cruel words of her Aunt. All she had ever wanted was some comfort. A hug, a few kind words, anything, but she always knew she would never get it from Vo.

"Lylia, you can not let these arrogant fools dictate your self worth! You are a Princess of Spring, heir to the throne of Attadellys, and one of the most beautiful souls to ever walk the cobblestoned streets of Lysend."

"I'm well aware of my status, Mother... but what if no one ever finds me to be... beautiful?" She asked Piama, tears steadily falling down her flushed face.

"Do you not think I had the same worries!? I was certain I would die alone.." Piama replied, a soft sadness to her face before she smiled at her eldest child. "And now...  I'm married to not only the most beautiful Queen in all of Lysend, but also a stunning Princess of Autumn, as well. So, I have no doubts, Lylia of the Spring, that you will find someone who truly sees how beautiful you are."

"You know Mom hates being called a Princess just as much as she hates being referred to as 'Mommy'." Lylia said with a laugh,

"I'm aware, which is the exact reason why we should call her by both of them, my child." Piama replied with a smirk, making her daughter laugh again. "But tell me, what has been making you feel so distraught today? What has brought all of this on?"

She watched as her daughter took in a deep breath, her bright green eyes shining out brilliantly against her flushed cheeks.

"It was yesterday.. When I was in town with Mom.. there were some kids in one of the shops, and they.. " Lylia took another deep breath, almost looking embarrassed, before continuing. ".. one of them said that I looked just like the weeds in their Mother's garden... unsightly and... unwanted.."

Piama felt a surge of anger flow over her like a wildfire.

"And Ruelle didn't try to stab them!?" She asked, rage pulsating though her body in waves.

"She.. I didn't tell her..." Lylia responded, averting her eyes shamefully.

"Ah, well that explains it. Ruelle rarely turns down the chance to stab ignorant little-!"

"Mother!" Lylia exclaimed, laughing for a moment.

"I apologize, my child." Piama took a deep, steadying breath. Trying to find her composure before speaking. "I know I rarely speak of my childhood, and that is for good reason, but I will never allow you to feel alone in this world, Lylia."

Piama cupped her daughters cheek with her hand, wiping away a rouge tear with her thumb. She had known far too well how her eldest child felt. How it felt to have such ugly things said about you. To not understand how people could be so cruel to someone they didn't even know. She had only wished she had had some comfort to come home to when the world was so unfair to her - and she would do everything in her power to make sure all of her children felt that.

"You are only thirteen spans old, Lylia. You have barely even begun to grow into your beautiful features yet, and when you do, dear daughter, all of Lysend will stop to look at you, only this time - for your grace and your beauty." She took her daughters hand in hers, and led her over to the vanity.

"I'm not too sure about the grace part, Mother.. I do have Mama's spirit." Lylia laughed. Piama smiled, knowing all too well how much of the Wilds were imbedded deep within her eldest child.

"Well, the beauty part will always be true!" She exclaimed, pulling her daughters hair back behind her shoulders. "Look at how beautiful you are. Just look. Tell me what you see."

Lylia stood quiet for a moment, her sad eyes seeming to take a minute to study her own features.

"I... just see me.." She replied.

"First of all.. there is nothing just about you, child." Piama said, placing a soft kiss to the top of her daughter's head. "Would you like to know what I see?"

"Mother.. I-"

Piama cut her short with a dismissive wave, smiling before she spoke.

"I see green eyes that could put the ocean to shame, hair as bright and brilliant as an Autumn sunset. Freckles that splatter across your warm skin like the constellations that lead us when we are lost - and these flowers of yours.. the ones that bring you such pain right now? They are only a testament to just how gorgeous you are on the inside. For you see, the reason they brim with such life, has everything to due with the fierce and beautiful soul that resides at the root of them. You are beautiful, Lylia. You have the blood of two, and spirit of three, strong and resilient women flowing inside of you."

Piama placed another soft kiss to the top of her daughter's head, before hugging her tightly from behind.

"Mother... you have to say these things..."

"I certainly do not! Have you learned nothing from Spring Royals? We don't say anything just to appease another. I say these things, my dear child, because they are true. One day, you will be an even more beautiful Queen than your Mama."

Lylia blushed slightly, smiling at her Mother's warm words, returning her embrace for a moment before the door to her bedroom swung abruptly open.

"Ah.. is everything alright in here?" Ruelle's eyes were filled with concern as she peaked her head through the doorway.

"Do you not know how to knock, Ruelle!" Piama exclaimed, giving the Autumn Princess a stern look.

"Well, I do apologize for disturbing two such beautiful women, but Asther was looking for their sister."

As soon as Ruelle said their name, one of the twins came barreling through the doorway quicker than a shadow in the night. The small child's pointed ears and freckles matching that of their sister, while everything else on them was pure Ruelle. Their amber eyes beaming through, as they stared curiously at their sister.

"It is snowing in the Winter Quarter, Lylia! Willow and I are going to have a snow ball fight! And Mama is going to come!" Asther exclaimed, eyes beaming with pure excitement - and a dash of mischievousness.

"I never agreed to such a thing, Asther!" The whiny voice of Piama's younger daughter hollered from the hallway. "And it's Willowyn! Willow is not proper!"

At that moment a young girl ran in to join her twin. She looked the most like the Queen out of the three children, only sharing the eye color and build of that of Ruelle. Piama laughed, for even though she shared no blood with her, Willow was ingrained with every fiber of Piama's spirit. Asther stuck out their tongue at their twin before turning back to Lylia.

"So... will you come with us, dear sister?" They asked her, giving her their most charming smile.

"Well, now how could I deny my dear sibling such a request." Lylia replied with a smile.

Asther cheered as Ruelle led the twins out of the room to wait in the hallway. Piama turned back to her daughter - moving a rogue strand of hair out of her face - which was still flushed - causing the green in her eyes to be even more vibrant than normal. She traced her thumb gently over her daughters face, wishing she knew the words that could help calm all of her worries, but Piama knew that they didn't exist. She smiled warmly at her before speaking.

"Just remember, Lylia of the Spring. You are beautiful. You are strong. You are more than just the words these fools of the world deem to call you! Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mother, and... thank you."

Piama only nodded, wrapping her arm around the shoulders of her eldest child, as they led the twins off, to find the Queen.