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zzzenmui · 4 months ago
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3 Northern Wizards (Idiots) or Something
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srovtl · 4 months ago
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(Wave for the Dancing You) Figaro SSR Card Story Translation
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With the Orgel's Melody ~serenity to Figaro~ - Episode 1
One day, when Figaro's birthday was approaching.
I was looking for him, holding the small box I borrowed from Rustica, "Orgel of serenity."
It is a magical tool that connects to a mysterious space to heal magicians, and can be used even by someone with no magical power like me.
Akira: (Huh. There are voices over there...)
Figaro: What is it with you two? You suddenly called out to me, and now you started circling around me.
Snow: Figaro dear, it's your birthday soon, isn't it?
White: We were wondering what kind of celebration would be good. How would you like to be celebrated?
Akira: Hello Figaro. Hello Snow and White.
Akira: Were you all talking about Figaro's birthday?
Figaro: Ah, Sage. It seems that they are.
Snow: Do not talk like it's someone else's problem when we have graciously decided to celebrate with you.
White: Sage. Since you have that small box, it seems that you have the same purpose.
Akira: Yes. I would like to invite Figaro to "Orgel of Serenity" to celebrate his birthday.
Akira: Is it okay if I invite you?
Figaro: Of course. I heard about the box from Mitile and Leno. I would happily go out with you.
Snow: It was a nice place and very relaxing. Go get treated well.
White: And, and~. How will we celebrate it?
Snow: How about fighting until the sun goes down in the north for the first time in a while!
Figaro: No way. I don't want such a violent celebration...
Figaro: I'm a kind-hearted, healthy doctor from the south.
Akira: (...I wonder if he used to receive invitations like this when he was in the north.)
Akira: (I know Figaro well as the reliable and kind doctor, but he was originally a Wizard of the North.)
Snow: Meeean! you sure didn't hesitate to accept the Sage's congratulations!
White: You prefer young and pretty children to your mentors!
Figaro: What are you talking about? It's none other than the Sage's invitation. And you're both young and pretty, aren't you?
Snow: You think so?
White: Well, if you tell us this much, I guess there's nothing we can do.
After being casually turned down, the two puffed out their cheeks, but it didn't seem like they were actually angry.
Ignoring the twins who calmed down, Figaro gave a light smile and turned to me again.
Figaro: Thank you for the invitation, Sage. I'm looking forward to the day of invitation.
Akira: Yes, leave it all to me!
With the Orgel's Melody ~serenity to Figaro~ - Episode 2
A few days later, I went to the library and found Figaro heading to the table.
Akira: Hello, Figaro. What are you doing?
Figaro: Hello, Sage. I'm just preparing a return gift.
Akira: A return gift?
Figaro: Yeah. It looks like Rutile and Mitile are preparing to celebrate my birthday.
Figaro: I wanted to give something back to you, so I am writing a message on the card.
Figaro: This way, it's simple and not too pretentious, right?
Figaro said, holding the small card between his fingers, and I couldn't help but smile.
Akira: Figaro is so good at thinking about the other person when giving a gift back.
Figaro: You think so?
Akira: Yes, I think so. Both Rutile and Mitile like handmade stuff, so they'll be very happy.
Akira: More than anything, I think they would be happy that Figaro wrote this message while thinking about them.
A gift of words is something that can only be woven between the giver and the receiver.
I thought it was very Figaro-like to choose it from the many options available.
Figaro: Hehe, thank you. You're good at making me happy, too.
Figaro: By the way, Sage. If you don't mind, please join me in chatting while I write this.
Akira: Of course, I'd be happy to. What are you writing in the cards?
Figaro: I write things like thanks for everyday things, or little things that I remember.
Figaro: For example, this is for Rutile.
Figaro: “Thank you for taking me back to my room when I was drunk the other day. You were a big help.”
Akira: Haha! So he took care of you.
Figaro: Rutile was in a good mood too, so I tried to cling to him, and he lent me his shoulder. He's grown up a lot.
Figaro: And this is for Lennox. When I went to buy some things for class, he helped me carry my bags.
Figaro: And then Mitile's... Hehe.
Akira: Figaro?
Figaro: Oh, sorry. See the other day, Mitile found me hiding some alcohol.
Figaro: So I got scolded... But maybe I was looking too depressed, because afterwards he came over being worried.
Figaro: "You shouldn't drink too much, but this much is okay," he said, and went out of his way to buy me some sweets with alcohol in them.
Akira: S-so cute...
Figaro: He's so cute right.
Figaro sighs and laughs softly, and it makes me smile too.
Akira: (He looks different from when he was with Snow and White the other day)
Akira: (Figaro is a mysterious and charming magician with many different sides to him...)
Akira: (There must be times when Michiru and the others feel like taking care of him)
With the Orgel's Melody ~serenity to Figaro~ - Episode 3
And finally, the day of the celebration has come.
Akira: Such stylish clothes! You look so good, Figaro.
Figaro: Thank you. If you are showing such an amazed face, Chloe who prepared this outfit for me will be happy.
Figaro: Of course, so am I.
Thinking back on Figaro's charm, I closed my eyes with the "Orgel of serenity" in my hands.
Akira: (You're a reliable and kind teacher, but there are also faces you show because you've lived a long life. I hope there will be the perfect serenity for Figaro.)
The lid of the small box in my hand opened with a sound. A doll resembling Figaro started to dance round and round.
Music came from somewhere, and a soft light enveloped us.
When the light cleared, a healing space spread out on the lakeside on the hill, with soft and gentle music flowing like a breeze blowing through it.
A nostalgic melody fell into my heart like melting snow.
Figaro: A pleasant tune is playing. And the scenery is beautiful, reminiscent of night.
Akira: This is the "Orgel of serenity" for Figaro after all.
Akira: It seems that this becomes the most relaxing space for visiting magicians.
Figaro: I see. It's true that spending time alone at night thinking quietly might be relaxing.
Akira: That's good. As a teacher at the magic school, You are always looking out for everyone, right?
Akira: That's why I hope that today Figaro can feel at peace and rest.
I showed Figaro to the table and took out a tablecloth from the basket I had brought with me.
I decorated it nicely and arranged the glasses. Then placed the two bottles together.
Figaro: Oh, Am I having a drink with the Sage today.
Akira: Correct! Rutile and Lennox picked out Figaro's wine.
Akira: Mitile, Snow, and White prepared my juice.
Akira: Everyone worked together to think of table decorations and glasses that Figaro would like.
Figaro: Really, so everyone... I'm so happy.
Figaro narrowed his eyes as he watched me pour the wine.
Then, he slowly raised the full glass with a practiced gesture.
Akira: Once again… Happy birthday, Figaro.
Figaro: Thank you. No matter how old you get, it's always nice to be celebrated like this.
Figaro: Plus, it's a luxurious time to have the Sage pamper me so much.
Figaro: ...But I still can't calm down if it's just done to me.
Figaro snaps his fingers, and a small, familiar card appears.
Akira: Is that...
Figaro: It's a return gift card. I wrote it for you too.
I can't read it...But Figaro reads out the carefully and beautifully written letters.
Figaro: "Thank you for always thinking about us. I'm glad you're our Sage.”
Figaro: "You're such an earnest and honest person, that's why I think we get along so well. With gratitude. --From your Wizard."
Akira: ……Figaro.
Akira: I'm happy. Well, it's a little embarrassing, but...
Figaro: This is my true feelings. Will you accept it?
Figaro puts the card in my hand. His fingertips are very warm.
Figaro: I'm really grateful to the sage. But you're a hard worker.
Figaro: So when you're tired or in trouble, don't hesitate to consult me ​​or rely on me.
Akira: Thank you very much. But Figaro, please let me spoil you today.
Akira: Today is Figaro's birthday!
Figaro: Haha, that's true. But is it okay to say that to me?
Figaro: You don't know what I'll ask you to do.
A bottomless light faintly floats in his teasing eyes. For just a moment, I think I caught a glimpse of the face of the Wizard of the North.
But I can say this with confidence.
Akira: Figaro won't ask for anything outrageous.
Figaro: Haha…
Figaro: I'm really no match for you.
Card Episode - This too will be a memory
Akira: Good morning, Figaro. What a nice morning.
Figaro: Hey, good morning sage. Ouch...
Akira: A-Are you okay? You suddenly held your head...
Figaro: Haha… I think I drank a bit too much yesterday.
Akira: It's unusual for you to have a hangover.
Akira: Yesterday was a birthday party with everyone from the southern country, so I did think you were drinking more than usual.
Figaro: Mitile was unusually agreeable and allowed me to drink a lot saying ‘only today’.
Figaro: Lennox joined us too, and I guess I was lured in by Rutile's pace.
Akira: We all sang and danced in a circle, and had a great time! Mitile also worked really hard and stayed up late.
Figaro: That's right. Sometimes he would bring me water, looking worried.
Figaro: He was so caring, so cute.
Akira: (Figaro looks so happy... I can't help but smile)
Akira: But... don't you use sugar or magic to make yourself better? It must be painful to have a headache.
Figaro: ......Hmm. Well yeah, that's true, but I think it's okay to leave it like this today.
Figaro: Because we had so much fun drinking that I got a hangover.
Figaro: When we look back on today someday, this too will be a good memory, too.
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Because you treasure the day I was born, I've come to want to treasure it too. This is a huge change for me, but... have you noticed that you've changed me, sage? If you haven't, then we'll have to talk in depth until that awareness is born.
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raincosmos · 8 days ago
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🎃 may your halloween be filled with wizards!
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valley0fstorms · 1 month ago
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Me and @alllovegoddess made an important tierlist for the wizards last night
What is their favorite tokusatsu (out of the most known ones)
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lem0nsharks · 2 years ago
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loving family <3
I started this drawing in May…
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nonotranslates · 1 year ago
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Animage March 2023 Manor Notice Board Passing: 5th Floor Edition
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Besides a snippet of the wizards' bedroom and explanation of their decor, Animage features a short story where the wizards staying on that floor passes around a clipboard containing neighbourhood notices (kairanban 回覧板) between each other to communicate, which is eventually read back to the Sage to let them enjoy a piece of culture from their own world in the manor. Once again Oz "funniest man alive in mhyk" strikes again
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Animage 2023 March - Manor Notice Board - 5th Floor (Snow, White, Owen, Bradley, Oz)
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uruwashi-no-nightingale · 2 years ago
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do you think the reason oz snow white mithra and figaro are the most powerful wizards is because their spells are short so they can kill their opponent while the other wizard is still busy reciting whatever long latin phrase they picked to be their spell
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haunted-clowndoll · 2 years ago
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the last of the reposts i swear everything after the twins art sucks and i hate it
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the-fridge-orange · 5 months ago
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yumenosakiacademy · 2 months ago
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Mahoutsukai no Yakusoku Anime PV 2
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zzzenmui · 7 months ago
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Link: 【手描きまほやく】 パンこげこげになっちゃった (My Bread was Burnt to a Crisp) 【スノウ & ムル】
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beloven · 1 year ago
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☆ OUR MIRACLE,  SOMEDAY,   4TH ANNIVERSARY
my dear wizards   ...   I pray that you live long lives .
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collectorcookie · 7 months ago
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Reading ms2 rn. I take it back, i don't like them anymore, i can't stand northfam now /j
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See, the joke is that they are all the same
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mcdonaldsnumberone · 1 year ago
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SKIN-DEEP COMEDY!
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the symbolism of the wizards' crests and their journeys with you, their beloved master sage.
gender neutral reader
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OZ!
—right collarbone: fragility, visibility, shattering of deep belief
Even the strongest wizard in the world has his weaknesses, even if it may be hard to believe. Maybe that’s why it’s so fitting for a man like him to have his crest placed in such a vulnerable place. The collarbone is infamous for being the most fractured bone, the right moreso being weaker than the left. Under the demonic guise, the facade of a wizard so powerful that he can bury his emotions, is a man whose heart is still thawing under love. Emotions are new, they’re fickle, and yet it’s enough to make him hesitate and reveal parts of himself that even he had never faced. Whether it be Arthur’s guidance or the wholehearted trust he puts in you to restore his world back to what it was, the shimmering black lily branded onto his right collarbone is the only telltale symbol on his body of the man behind the magic.
“Remember your duty, Master Sage. The moon does not forgive. Only the strong can survive in this world. Mind your place, and stay by my side.”
ARTHUR!
—right hand: ownership, power, a place of honor and status in biblical text
Sworn to the throne by birthright, Arthur is a man meant to grow into power and grace. His crest speaks to this responsibility, hovering over him more imposingly than any uncle or throne could. He carries out the will of the Central country, second to only the citizens of the people he rules over. His destiny is to inherit and enact blessings, and the constant visibility of his crest is an undeniable reminder of his fealty to you and that he must always use his place as both a wizard and a prince for nothing but good. You have faith that he won’t waver, not when he has such clear eyes for the future and comrades that believe in him without a shadow of doubt. Arthur is someone that’ll seek the light even when the odds are stacked against him, and his outstretched hand, bearing the black lily, will herald his bright tomorrows.
“Please trust me. So long as you are with me, I won’t allow any harm to befall on you. Not only are you the Master Sage, but you are someone important to me above all.”
CAIN!
—right forearm: strength, action, the capacity to start anew
Cain is a man of the sword first and foremost. Even now, with his secret as a wizard out on full display, he defines himself as a knight before anything else. His crest is representative of his strength and his will, as someone who has vowed to keep his liege safe but to also bear the safety of those around him. He’s determined not to make enemies with anyone that might stand in his way, whether it be human or wizard alike. Cain knows there’s more to the world than the small sliver he’s seen, and he knows holding onto his courageous heart will be the key to paving a way for those to follow. Despite having his status, his humanity, and his eye robbed of him, he wants you to help him stand strong in what he believes in. The black lily on his right forearm brandishes his sword literally and figuratively: a living embodiment of his justice.
“Let me protect you. I want to be someone you can lean on, Master Sage. It’s okay to depend on me. As long as I’m standing, I’ll be someone who fights for your honor.”
RIQUET!
—forehead: intellect, intelligence, heavenly love with the good
The world is an anomaly to Riquet just as much as Riquet is an anomaly to the world. After being withheld so much, Riquet’s only now learning what it means to exist apart from his days locked away in a cult. The line between curiosity and hedonism is a thin one: the one between morality and cruelty even thinner. His crest is a reminder of everything he has yet to learn and the importance of utilizing what he already has. Riquet has to discern between what will help others, what will help him, and what will betray everything he’s built up until now. You’re a stranger from another world who holds nothing but kindness towards him, so isn’t it only natural that he looks to you with reverence in his eyes? The black lily on his forehead is a manifestation of his hunger for intelligence, but also a newfound devotion to do good, for the universe and for himself. 
“Let us step away from sin. Guide me to the light, and I will do the same for you. There are so many things wrong with this world, so let’s work hard together to make everything right again.”
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SNOW!
—right neck: anger, hazardous, desolate to truth
Blood stains Snow’s hands. There’s no wizard that doesn’t eventually end up succumbing to the chaotic roar nestled inside their chest, but it’s one thing to kill others for power or glory and another to kill your very own kindred out of desperation. He claims it was love that brought White back from the dead, tethering his own soul and sharing it with his twin, but the dead swirls in his golden eyes hint at something a bit obsessive instead. But all’s well that ends well, and your worries should be less about him and more about yourself instead. This world is a lot scarier than you think, and it’s only right that a wizard as wise and skilled as he is ought to guide you through its pitfalls. The right side of his neck is adorned with a black half lily: an eternal reminder of his mistake and his rage, and everything he has to do in order to rectify his sins.
“Have you ever loved someone to the point of death? No? It's an indescribably heartbreaking experience. Master Sage, I hope this world will be kinder to you than it was to me.”
WHITE!
—left neck: strain, the past, implementation of the soul’s will
White is a remnant of what he once was. With no being of his own, his borrowed corporeal form is just an extension of Snow’s longing. He knows his time here is borrowed and yet he can’t even find solace in having died once. He shares his convoluted and twisted truth with the rest of the wizards, even extending a hand towards you when you’re willing to listen to whatever sick advice he might whisper into your ears. It’s hard to believe that his familial love for his brother isn’t as warped as he is, not when the hand that strokes yours feels so real. His half crest is a reminder that White is truly no longer and that he’s practically a ghost wandering in the shadow of Snow’s rage. The black half lily on his left neck is a mark of taboo, not fully intact but refusing to disappear altogether. 
“Has someone ever loved you to the point of death? No? It’s a truly beautiful thing, Master Sage. Perhaps I can show you, if your curiosity demands it.”
MITHRA!
—pelvis: sexuality, old memories and trauma, issues of control
The pursuit of strength might be Mithra’s own way of keeping those he loves safe. He once had no one he could call his, at least, not until Tiletta took him as his student and made him a part of her family. Despite him being rough around the edges, you know that his obsession with becoming the strongest is only so that no one can question him and his desire to be loved. There’s no other reason as to why he holds your hand so tightly as he sleeps, or why he refuses to let any other wizard wager any influence over you. He bares himself wholly to you and you only, trusting that you understand his brusque words. The black lily nestled by his hips is proof of his love, and it’s a mark that he would only show to you. It’s an honor he won’t give to anyone else, so cherish it closely.
“...Don’t go anywhere, Master Sage. What, is that something you wouldn’t expect from me? Does it matter? You’re going to be with me. Nothing more to it.”
OWEN!
—tongue: the devil, the voice of the gods, shame
Owen shrouds himself in mystery, and he takes pleasure only in his hedonistic ways. Whether it be sneaking sweets when no one is looking or thinking up of new ways to torment those around him, everything he does remains inexplicable to anybody else in the Wizards’ Manor. No matter how thorny he is to you or how much he threatens to rip you from limb to limb, you refuse to back down in your attempts to wiggle into his heart. He’ll spew curses and keep you at bay, but he can’t deny your warm heart and the time you’ve spent with him. Maybe his distance is not because of maliciousness but out of his own loneliness, with large swathes of his memory missing. Can anything else come close to your sincerity? There’s no telling. His mouth will always say one thing, but the black lily engraved onto his tongue speaks of a devoted truth. 
“Say, Master Sage, I wonder what taking your heart as a trophy would be like. A gruesome, bloody heart, ripped straight from your broken ribs. All mine… Won’t you give it to me? 
BRADLEY!
—right abdomen: dysfunctionality, things unresolved and unprocessed, authenticity
The spitting image of the North, Bradley always holds his head high despite how much his situations have changed. A once-proud bandit leader of a powerful group, Bradley’s power lies not in his magical strength but in the keen mind that he sharpens with each year that he puts under his belt. He’s experienced his fair share of victories, but he’s experienced even more heartbreaks. He’s cognizant that nothing lasts forever, more than anyone else, but at the same time, could you blame him for not knowing when to let something so sweet go? Fate dangles regret right in front of his face, and it’s up to you to unravel the tangled threads. Sometimes he’ll indulge parts of his past with you, weaving tales of biting cold Northern winds and his stellar glory days, but the glimpses of the black lily on his right abdomen remind you of everything else he’s left unshared and unsaid. 
“I got your back, so don’t slouch. A real leader worth their salt has to hold their head up straight, you hear? You’ve got the great Bradley Bain as your right hand man, Master Sage.”
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FAUST!
—left shoulder blade: connection to the heart, guilt, vulnerability
Faust’s crest spreads like a shadow on his back, bearing the guilt and altruism of his past. It’s bigger than any other wizards’ crest for a reason, and it covers him as if it were the same embrace that he yearned for for so many years. His heart is jaded yet still soft, wanting assurance that his actions are the right decisions yet unsure if his goodwill is enough to save the crumbling world around him. His faith has been tested time and time again, and he’s sure it’s going to be tested once more, as the moon descends to take everything he’s cared for. Your clear eyes and unwavering loyalty to him might seem overbearing, but this devotion is what he needs to find the courage to stand up once more. The black lily on his left shoulder blade is his fealty to you and his choice to believe in goodness once more.
“There’s no need to praise me. I’m only doing what’s right. I’m no hero, no great leader, nor am I the Faust of the legends. Please, Master Sage, I’m nothing but a wizard that believes in you.”
HEATHCLIFF!
—lower left back: acceptance, generosity, crossroads at life
Many wizards of different walks of life are called to duty, but Heathcliff stands unique as the heir to a noble family. If being a wizard wasn’t difficult on its own, he’s had to balance the responsibility of his birthright and position for his entire life. Despite the doubts that gnaw like gnats in his mind, Heathcliff strives to be gracious and clement, vowing never to use his position for evil. And yet with his position as an heir growing heavier and the world demanding even more of his sensibility, the insecurity that plagues him becomes harder to wipe away. It’s only the love and care of those around him that can prop him back up, and one day, he hopes that he can extend a helping hand to you just as much as you’ve done for him. His lower left back sparkles with the black petals of a lily, his wizard’s crest, with his gratitude towards you.
“There’s a lot of times when I feel inadequate for all the titles I hold… And yet, you never admonish me for my mistakes, Master Sage. Thank you, and I’ll do my best for you.”
SHINO!
—right shoulder: masculinity, bearing burdens, imbalance
Rash but smart, strong yet inexperienced, Shino’s eager to take on the world and prove himself as a worthy retainer of Heathcliff. He’s hyperaware of everything he owes to the Blanchett family, and for him, becoming a Sage’s Wizard is his way of paying back the debt that saved him from a life of misery. He has little to call his own, not even his own last name, but what bonds he does have, he treasures above all else. The intensity and fear in his eyes are a testament to everything he has to put on the line so he can hold true to his promise of eternal loyalty. You’re the only one that can hope to understand him, the only one to help him digest the danger and the perils around him. The black lily on his right shoulder is the power you give him, to lead him to glory, to lead him to the refuge that he’s sought after all this time. 
“Worry about yourself, Master Sage. I know how to hold my own ground. Things will fall apart if anything happens to you. You’re someone I can’t afford to lose yet.”
NERO!
—left bicep: to nurture, receiving support, intuition
For every shining protagonist on the stage, there’s someone hidden in the curtains to pull the strings. Nero wonders how long he’s been the one in the back. He has an intelligent mind and an even harsher tongue at times, his Northern birth betraying the Eastern mask he puts on. If he closes his mind and lets himself dream, he can conjure up distant memories of snowy nights spent drinking, boisterous laughter, the indulgence of stolen goods and a gruff voice praising his wits. But when he opens his eyes back up, he’s reminded of his betrayal. It’s hard to swallow back the lump in his throat when you console him and tell him he’s more than his past mistakes, but how many more can he make before his act is up? The black lily that appeared on his left bicep betrayed his facade once, and only so many parts can disintegrate before the entire whole crumbles.
“You can’t trust a man like me. But you’re going to do it anyway? You’re such a hassle at times, Master Sage. No, it’s okay. Being stubborn is a good thing too.”
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SHYLOCK!
—left collarbone: shock, union, enthusiasm of a full heart
The beauty of being the one pursued means that Shylock has seen the rarest and the most desperate parts of the human psyche. It doesn’t mean he himself is above falling victim to love’s incessant ways, but it’s given him a seduction and a charm that’s increasingly difficult to read. You’re lucky that you have a special place in his heart, with his penchant for treating his loved ones like a pet. He claims Western wizards are free spirits who hate being tied down, but somewhere in his soul, perhaps he’s also grown tired of the cat-and-mouse game he plays with his admirers. He wants the permanence of something fickle, and is there anyone better for that role than the Sage from another world? He doesn’t want to trap you per se, but he wants to see how far he can go with this borrowed time. The black lily branded onto his left collarbone is his permanent reminder of a temporary bond. 
“What a beautiful face you’re making, Master Sage. Fufu, am I getting too close to you? Won’t you allow me, just this once? I want to be spoiled by you today.”
MURR!
—right palm: good luck, encouragement to work hard, impending loss
Is there anything in this world that Murr hasn’t taken an interest in? Undone by his own pursuit of knowledge combined with just the right amount of hubris, even in his shattered form, Murr walks to the beat of his own drum and explores to the tune of his heart. It’s an impossible task to turn him back into the fickle man he was before he ventured too close to the moon, but when he pulls you in for a dance in the courtyard or whisks you away on his broom, it’s hard to stomach the dread that settles in your stomach as you realize his current form is an apparition of smoke and mirrors. Murr doesn’t mind—there’s still plenty out there for him to squander his foolishness on. He’ll happily invite you to fall with him, and the black lily weeping in the middle of his right palm is the proof of the only ending the two of you can have.
“Why the long face? Dance with me, Master Sage! Look at how lovely the moon is and how bright it makes everything down here! Why don’t we fly up and say hello too?”
CHLOE!
—right chest: dissatisfaction in relationships, physical connection, personal power
Optimism and a desire to be loved is what Chloe cares most about. After having his entire world flipped upside down by Rustica’s mistake, he’s learned what it means to be a human and a wizard. He vows to use his talents to spread happiness and always to help others, but each corner of the world seems to be tainted with insecurity and doubt the more he aims to spread goodness and truth. Even his own bond with his teacher seems shaky at times, and Chloe wants to find the courage to break free of his mold to reach through to Rustica’s frozen heart. You’re the only one to know the conflict in his heart, torn between both what’s good and what’s truthful. You appreciate him for who he is: a reflection of all the good wishes he’s kept inside, and the black lily hidden away on his right chest is only the beginning to what you hope will be nothing but a flowery path for him. 
“Do you have faith in me? Then… I’ll do what I can so that I won’t let you down! You always see the good in everyone and in me, so I’ll do my part to repay the favor, Master Sage!”
RUSTICA!
—throat: truth, purification, clarity in responsibility
Rustica desires to love. His entire time as a wizard has been in chase of a bride from memory. The smiling nobleman wants the warm embrace of a lover, their soft whispers, even a quick kiss stolen in between honeyed glances. But that dream has long fluttered away, and only remnants of feathers remain at the floor of his birdcage. He doesn’t mind; his eyes have been opened thanks to his diligent apprentice and you. You’ve never denied his romantic streak, not when everyone else ridiculed him, not when even the universe seemed to condemn him from love. It’s no wonder that he clings so desperately to the dregs of love that he can catch from the end of your words or your touches. The black lily on his throat is his duty to uncover the reality of his past and to fulfill his duty of devoting himself to love, be it something old or something new. 
“Ah, you look as lovely as ever, Master Sage. Your presence never fails to stir something in my heart. Come, let me adore you even more. You deserve nothing less.”
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FIGARO!
—right rib cage: crookedness, need to protect the heart, longing for reunion
A man of self-inflicted ephemerality, Figaro struggles to see the permanence of the world. His idea of love is so tilted, so permanently warped, that he develops an inhuman craving for being desired that he refuses to fulfill. He wants to reach out and to be brave, and yet some cowardly vices keep him entrapped in a web of his own making. Even behind all of his empty, slack eyes and perfectly poised smiles, you keep probing far deeper than he expected or wanted you too. Though simultaneously, he wants you to keep pushing, wants you to understand his soul-crushing loneliness and save him from it. Surely, you can see past the “ordinary” wizard doctor to see the broken man underneath; you’re the only one that can save him now. Hidden away like his heart is the black lily on his right rib cage, forever yearning, forever begging for one more chance from cruel fate. 
“You’re staring at me so intently. Could it be that you’ve fallen for Dr. Figaro? Haha, I’m only teasing you. You deserve a far finer man, Master Sage.”
RUTILE!
—right wrist: misalignment of purpose, sentimentality, movement
Rutile straddles the difficult line between the past, the present, and the future. He plays the precarious game of balancing his mother’s legacy and his younger brother’s unrelenting desire to unleash his full potential, all while tending to his own needs and the responsibility of being appointed a Sage’s Wizard. It’s all too easy for him to get lost in the memories of the simpler days in the South Country, with a baby Mitile clinging to his side and his students surrounding him. But he has to find courage and to place his trust in you, praying that you have the proper vision to use his magic for good. You’re both a cherished friend and a leader to Rutile, and it would shatter him to lose you too. He doesn’t need grandeur or glory, only your guaranteed safety. The black lily carved onto his right wrist is his constant wish for your well-being.  
“Would you like a ride on my broom, Master Sage? Ah, you don’t need to look so scared! Would you like me to hold your hand too? No? C’mon, it’ll be fun!”
LENNOX!
—nape: freedom of the soul, deeper truths, connection
Lennox has lived honestly and faithfully, dedicating himself wholly to what he believes to be right. He spent centuries in search of the lost leader he considered to be his master, and he spent even more time pondering what his place in this world was. While he knows he’s no magical genius like Faust might be or even a figure of legend like Oz, his genuine desire to help others and to protect those he’s placed his devotion towards runs far deeper than any magic could even fathom. His true strength lies in aligning his life with yours, the same love he tends to his herd with becoming the same love he needs in order to save the world with nothing but his bare hands. The black lily that blooms on the nape of his neck is a reminder of the delicacy in his fortitude, the gentile nature that will render him as a true savior. 
“Is anything troubling you? No? That’s good. I’m not the best talker, but… I’m always willing to listen to your words, Master Sage. I will be strong for you.”
MITILE!
—left wrist: divinity, receiving energy and protection, healing
The youngest of the Sage’s Wizards and the youngest son of the great witch, Mitile’s entire soul itches to live up the shoes that his mother left for him. He knows he’s capable of doing amazing and unearthly things with his magic, gifted by his older brother in order to keep him alive. No amount of patience is enough to quell his curiosity, so as the Sage, you’re tasked with the impossible duty of giving him the experience he needs all while being cognizant of the ambitions of those around him. Will you let him run free, to become the terrifying wizard he dreams of? Or will you let him be snuffed out, a sacrificial lamb in order to save the entirety of South Country. There has to be a middle ground, and when the black lily on his left wrist glitters cruelly, you have to believe that you’ve made the right choice. 
“Master Sage, look what I can do! Magic sure is amazing. One day, I’ll be a wizard as great as my mother, and I’ll be sure to wow you even more!”
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hzj04 · 6 months ago
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north & east chibis for a local con
(i like how i drew the twins the most!)
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goofilia-saepe · 1 year ago
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I made some clothes for little guys🐱🐱🐱
Very satisfying!
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