princess ruby fitzherbert

✧ 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟. 𝑔𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑚. & 𝑔𝑙𝑜𝑤. ⸻ uncle varian ── the kidnapped royal alchemist of corona.

✧ 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟. 𝑔𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑚. & 𝑔𝑙𝑜𝑤. ⸻ queen rapunzel & captian eugene of the royal guard.

░ ✧ the royals of corona

mother : queen rapunzel of corona father : captain eugene of the royal guard older sibling : heir to the throne youngest sibling : princess ruby fitzherbert

╰ ☀︎.⭒ʿ˖✧ queen rapunzel, captain eugene of the royal guard, older sibling, princess ruby fitzherbert as FCs ☼, ☀︎​, ☼, lili reinhart.

⸻ ☼ THE EARLY MORNING SUN WAS BRIGHT & golden — as it served to highlight the aftermath of the recent storms wild handywork across auradons battered harbor. flotsam & jetsam debris lay scattered just about everywhere along the harbor & beach.  from frayed bits of nets — twisted metal scraps — all kinds of trash — & an eerie — unnatural rust-colored tide that spreaded out like an living plague across what was once an pristine cerulean-hued surface.  it was an heart-wrenching sight — but she knew with an little bit of effort. 

she could help turn this grimness into something beautiful once more. though the second princess of corona appeared every inch an dedicated volunteer selflessly helping & aiding the clean up after the storm. collecting bits & pieces of the metal wreckage around her — first attempting to clear the shoreline while leaving the stones & shells intact. her actions were not true of heart — because something important was hidden beneath this flotsam & jetsam that her heart desired — iron ore.

as the storm dredged everything up that had been buried for years. & since maleficents banishment to the isle of the lost. the kingdom of auroria was the last known record to have iron deposits — as iron was now as rare as wishing stars across the realms. the fairy godmother — keeping her weakness an distant legend. but poseidon & amphitrite govern storms & ocean's depths — as the tides of time & enduring echoes of history submerged under the weight of water & sand. amidst auradon's ruined shoreline — was an metallic glint of hope – the promise of iron. 

as each piece of metal was an potential key to heal what has been hurt. change the fates design & save what has been lost & bring back the citizens the kingdom of corona had lost to the isle. while her fingers closed around sandy trash & metallic promise. putting trash into plastic bags & tucking metal into her leather tube strapped behind her back. moving deeper into the harbor where the red-water lapped against more broken pilings. as the tide pools were deeper — darker — but filled with debris that had sunk & resurfaced.

but something shifted underneath the rust-waterline grazing her as she froze in place. as an bone-deep thrum of cold-alert burned into her spine. far more deliberate than flotsam & jetsam. she realized to late she was no longer alone in the water. then — impact. something lunged with an fury that left her paralyzed as outstretched claws like iron hooks sank into her & slammed her down instantly forcing her to lose her balance. it was dark — turbulent water swallowing her whole as she struggled & thrashed — panic settling in.

between the relentless grip of the current — the mermaid's grasp tightening around her ribs as pain shot through her. the mermaid was instantly on her — there movements fluid & violent. as the attack felt like an eternity. with the mermaid trying to pull her into deeper water. only the leather tube strapped to her back dragged along the sand. resisting the mermaids pulling. the released of there hands against her ribs. as blood mixed with the rust-colored water. as pain lanced through her body as she tried to push herself back up to the surface.

only to have the mermaids powerful tail lash out instead — striking her dead center in the chest with bone-crushing force. the impact drove all the air from her own lungs as she was forced into deeper waters — as water filled her lungs — only to frustrate the mermaid — as her leather tube dragged across the sand again making it harder to pull her in even deeper. as the mermaid resorted to an frenzy of clawing at her making deep burning gashes & leaving fiery trails of pain. as her vision blurred & desperation filled her lungs as this beautiful predator's unnatural strength & lack of mercy or hesitation left herself panicking. her vision began to blur red as her lungs burned for air. as the mermaids clawing went down her arms — her sides — finding its way down her back — grazing an little on the side of her face & neck as they shredding her shirt & left trails of wounds that burned. but in an last resort amidst of panic-drowning. she reached for her braided hair as it was the only thing she could do. molten gold tightly braided like rope was wrapped around the mermaids throat — forcefully yanking it as it pulled herself even closer to the mermaid that tore at her.

making the mermaid begin thrashing wildly as its movements became more erratic & desperate between the two. & with her free hand she'd start to feel along the sand bed desperately trying to find anything! wrapping her fingers around something cold & metallic from the debris around them & drove it towards the mermaid as an last resort. the mermaid thrashed wildly as its movements became more erratic — desperate — & angered. the mermaids wail was soundless underwater & yet she felt it hauntingly-resonate through her bones.

an sound like shattering glass reverberating inside her veins & muscles — struggling to hold her grip on her braid around the mermaids neck & the metal object she kept driving towards the mermaid — as tingling-numbness spread like wildfire at an alarming speed. with the mermaid distracted clawing at the braided-noose she was able to squeeze her leg in-between them & forcefully kick the mermaid with all what remaining strength she had left in her. putting distance between them as her braided-noose around the mermaids neck gave an python squeeze that stunned the mermaid.

as instinct kicked in as she propelled herself toward the rusted-waterline. emerging breathlessly from the rusted-ocean. gasping — drawing in life-giving air spontaneously in seconds coughing up red-seawater. her lungs burned with each ragged breath she took. disoriented — breathless & shaken. struggling to gather her own thoughts as her body involuntarily trembled from the aftershocks of fear & adrenaline. her shirt in tears — as the salty air started to cling to her wounds & zing as she could feel the warm blood spilling down her spine as that water-logged leather-tube felt heavy & dug into her open wounds.

but she was very much alive. as everything crashed angerly & relentlessly as every step felt like an battle against gravity — the rough tide & pain as she was desperate to get back to shore. to safety. to her older-sibling. her parents. as her whole body shook with exhaustion & adrenaline. still holding the metal-piece in her bloodied hand as her heart raced inside her chest the closer she got to shore. as even in the face of death — poseidon & amphitrite must have had favored her in some way — as she held an iron-key that she was tightly clutching in her palm.

all it took was an mermaid attack that had been horrifying & life-threatening...

✧ 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟. 𝑔𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑚. & 𝑔𝑙𝑜𝑤. ⸻ the sun-wrought incarnadine alchemist.

⸻ ☀︎ [ brief yen-sid / uncle varian inspo.]

⸻ ☀︎ recyclable-degradable glass 》 an powder that transforms glass into an recyclable & return it to its environmentally degradable material _ sand 》 REJECTED

⸻ ☀︎ d/pv-detecting nail polish 》 an color-changing nail polish that detects poisons _ venoms & drugs _ offering an stylish yet practical way to ensure safety adventuring. 》 REJECTED

⸻ ☀︎ synthetic firefly lumina powder 》 an synthetic luminescent powder inspired by fireflies & algae _ designed to enhance plants with an captivating _ magical glow. 》 REJECTED

⸻ ☀︎multi-spectral reflection obsidian locket 》 an obsidian locket imbued with biochemical magic _ displaying heat signatures _ uv messages _ & invisible barriers when opened 》 REJECTED

⸻ ☀︎ aura-analyzing telo-quartz-scope 》 an device for viewing & diagnosing an person(s)/alt. emotional & magical aura _ providing insights into emotional states & magical health. 》 REJECTED

⸻ ☀︎ plastic-eating mushroom(s) 》 fungi engineered to decompose plastic & absorb harmful chemicals _ turning pollution into nourishment for environmental restoration. 》 REJECTED

⸻ ☀︎ deco-powder 》 an decomposing flesh powder for cleaning & treating infected wounds _ leaving an fresh layer ready for healing & further medical care . . . also zombie repellent. 》 CURRENT REJECTION

⸻ ☀︎ SHE HAD SEARCHED EVERY SUN-DAPPLED CORNER of campus — until at last she thought she spotted her older sibling!

" there you are! i’ve been looking everywhere for you! " she beamed — bounding forward with an skip in her step — breathless & bright-eyed behind the other. with both hands — she held out an unopened envelope like it was spun from stardust oblivious.

" seventh time’s the charm, right? " she giggled — her voice bubbling with hope — as her fingers fidgeting at her sides. she wanted her older-sibling to open it — to say it — but it was just another rejection letter — & to make matters worse — that wasn't her sibling . . .

(via-mirrorcast) ☀︎ incarnadine_ruby: Olympus OM-D | 14-45mm | Tremaine's Pub ♡ likes ; #auradon_kingdom, #mr_jones, #tremaines_pub,

⸻ ☼ MIDNIGHT CREPT ACROSS THE ROOFTOPS OF AURADON university. princess ruby slipped beyond the hushed dormitory paths. her polished boots echoed softly against cobblestones. as the ivy-hung halls behind her faded into stillness. but something in her chest fluttered curiously. the night was pulsing with low voices & gentle clatter of sound that gathered before something big happened. she followed that sound like someone who was following an wisp finding an loose row of vendor stalls? an surge of pure — unadulterated rapunzel-esque controlled-delight bubbled within her. it simply looked fun.

without an second thought. she drifted towards them. as her regal obliviousness was easy to spot. as she purchased an handful of small — peculiar items: an band t-shirt she put on that was two sizes to big & knotted tightly & tucked around the navel — an tote bag of the band slung over her shoulder — enamel pins — mini-band merchandise & chibi-keychains of the band members. while each purchase was made with an cheerful — unthinking generosity — as an polite smile played on her lips. one item — an chibi-keychain of an band member — paused her. they looked . . . familiar? like an smokey-haze from an distant memory she couldn't quite recall in that moment. as there was no doubt to those around her knew she was clueless — though the energy in the air told her she would figure it out soon. these were pieces of something about to begin. like an opening scene of an story she hadn’t meant to walk into but couldn’t resist. an tavern. bursting into view. or rather — an pub?! as an thrill shot through her. she loved pubs! or rather — she would have loved pubs had she known them. as the only pub she truly knew — the snuggly duckling — now existed only as an frozen time-piece in corona's kingdom. the fairy cuntmother — in her power-hungry attempt to erase villainy — had kidnapped them to the isle of the lost. as the vibrant energy of the pub — the sheer abundance of sights & sounds — was overwhelming — an stark contrast to the more curated world she knew. this was something different. this was something she was supposed to be familiar with. it was overwhelming to be surrounded by an different kind of scene then the normal that she should have possibly known since she was an child but didn't. lingering near the back. she felt like an pinball as she bounced gently of an patchwork crowd of romantics — isle kids — & rockers. until she bumped into the bar. startled but delighted. as her royal upbringing instantly took over. royals were notorious patrons of the arts. she rummaged in her tote-bag for her purse — located her favorite red sparkle pen & credit-card. & with an her cutesy-cursive script wrote on an napkin with her credit-card: $500 for the house. $500 tip for the bartender. $1000 for the band.

her parents would likely be ecstatic — she'd finally spent money on something other than the bare minimum necessities — tiny trinkets — & the charities she volunteers at. & it's not an bad plan. when free drinks would be spread through the patchwork crowd & texts like wildfire. the empty spaces in tremaine's pub would be filled by new patrons staying & ordering more — in turn — driving sales up & when the band begins to play its loosen patrons generate excitement.

it wasn't until the band started that the sound didn’t play. it erupted — like an dragon’s heart pounding through the floorboards. she froze. as every bone in her body vibrated with bass as wild & raw as her dad's favorite old records. it wasn’t the pristine polish of auradon’s concert halls she's used to. this was chaos turned into symphony & storm bottled into rhythm. as her ears rang losing her hearing after the first song — but she didn’t bolt. she edged along the back of the wall so her hair wouldn't be stepped on & marvel in it this new experience — & to breath. clutching her olympus camera like an lifeline. capturing fragments of magic.

she bolted out just before the final song — weaving through the crowd before it tangled in her braid. while her ears buzzed with white-hot static. the kind that left thoughts echoing in silence on her journey back to auradon university. her tote-bag was nearly empty — picked of by chance & chaos. most tragic of all — her favorite red sparkle pen — gone — likely claimed by an isle kid. yet — as the door swung shut behind her & fresh air brushed against her skin. she didn't feel robbed. the evening had stolen trinkets — more likely lifted when they thought her purse was in her tote-bag — as the night had certainly thieved her most of her possessions but gifted that the world held wonders she had never known existed. as she knew — if isle kids hadn't come to auradon. she'd never would have heard it. there voices — once silenced — now roared as loud as an dragon's heartbeat on stage. that chaos wasn't just noise — it was an message. it was rage turned into rhythm. grief spun into guitar chords. dreams stitched between drumbeats. because when the realms refused to listen — they made it an fire no crown or royal could contain. * . ⊹tremaines pub — the salty rogues performance — @mlndless⊹ . *

⸻ ☀︎ SHE COULD OFTEN BE FOUND BEYOND THE university walls — embracing the community service around auradon when she got lonely. as she stepped into the honeyed light of noon in auradon's hospital courtyard. wrapped in quiet elegance — wearing an deep burgundy sweater — tucked neatly into an high-waist black skirt — thick charcoal tights — instead of some tiara — an olympus camera dangled at her hip — reflecting the sun in fleeting sparks. having an scuffed barrel bag the same color of her favorite boots at her back. split between her 50ft of tight golden-dutch pigtails. the auradon hospital courtyard was an sanctuary — an peaceful space where climbing ivy embraced weathered stones — & medicinal herbs reached for the sunlight in orderly rows. within this calm space — she rolled up her sleeves — pulled on gardening gloves — & knelt by an bed of lavander. no wands. no scrolls. just an quiet dedicated touch to tend what could not ask for help & the innate understanding to help it. as there was an lot of weeds that were taking over. looking up — an gentle smile lit up her features — as she brushed her glove against her cheek leaving an faint trail of dirt on her face. bees humming contentedly around as she tried to be careful. " you're welcome to join me — just be warned, the weeds & the bees are a bit dramatic today. "

✧ 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟. 𝑔𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑚. & 𝑔𝑙𝑜𝑤. ⸻ olympus camera & double-sided pocket watch.

⸻ ☀︎ PRINCESS RUBY FITZHERBERT doesn't carry an phone — not since the junior high accident. for personal reasons — she avoids them entirely. ⸻ ☀︎ however — she relies on an much more unorthodox method — thanks to ## — ## — who knows firsthand that she is an occupational hazard in motion. ⸻ ☀︎ she's always wandering of — slipping past protocols — finding trouble where no one else dares to look — so ## wore her down & built her an work-around. ⸻ ☀︎ taking an olympus camera & an pocket watch — ## engineered two hybrid devices — half-vintage charm — half cutting-edge tech. ⸻ ☀︎ 1st. an discreet — sleek — dual-sided pocket-watch — an waterproof compact communicator designed to keep her just connected enough without being to vexed about it — complete with an drop-down glowing keypad & an message screen hidden behind the engraved silver lids of the sun emblem of corona. ⸻ ☀︎ 2nd. to the untrained eye — it's just an tough-weather-proof vintage olympus-om d camera — that has an nostalgic acknowledgement to old-world adventuring. ⸻ ☀︎ but in princess ruby's case — it's much more than an tough-vintage camera. custom-built by ## — ##'s kid & part-time fixer of fitzherbert royal chaos — the olympus is actually an discreet pocket-sized camera & computer with an flip-touch-screen. ⸻ ☀︎ complete with an hidden interface — two specialized lenses — 12-45mm pro lens that allows her to access & view the internet through an augmented display through the eye-piece — 14-42mm pro lens that auto-maps & catalogs photos of herbs — flora — & identifies magical plants she's documented on her adventures. ⸻ ☀︎ & most importantly — an location beacon. when turned on the olympus camera pings ##'s phone — connected through an encrypted link only ## knows. ⸻ ☀︎ because let's face it — she has an knack for slipping away — wandering of the map — diving headfirst into trouble no one saw coming.

⸻ ☀︎ so the camera becomes ## fail-safe. if she turns it on — ## can find her — anywhere. as she's discovered an quite love for photography & carries it everywhere. ⸻ ☀︎ & at princess ruby’s request — both the olympus camera & the double-sided pocket watch were designed without phone-call capabilities. ⸻ ☀︎ as the pocket watches communicator #id — #7829 — isn’t exactly an phone-number. making it blissfully immune to the usual royal & noble nuisances she cut out of her life.

⸻ ☼ THE QUESTION LANDED LIKE AN STONE IN the pit of her stomach. she didn't answer right away. instead — her gaze wandered taking in her surroundings — somewhere — she imagined fairy cuntmother's all-hearing orb twitching like an vulture's eye. an sharp pain caught in her ribs. she wanted so desperately to say yes — something flippant — diplomatic. but the truth stuck to her tongue. she had her mother's grace — occupational hazard princess fairy tale legacy — & unfortunately . . . her mother's absolute inability to lie. she could feel the tension coil in her spine — the reminder that in auradon — even honesty came with an price tag. as every word was an thread in some royal ledger — twisted & recorded — filed away by powers that smiled to wide & listened to hard hidden behind lies. so she didn’t. she just shook her head. an tiny motion. barely there. but true. as she couldn't stay silent. her voice — when it came — was soft & gentle but had an slight tremble. " only when it storms. auradon has a certain beauty when it rains. don't you agree? "