As High Priestess, I'll figure it out...

Former maiden, forsaken mother, future crone. ind. zelda spellman. est 2018

[auntiezelda]

To the womb, one day, we all return as from the womb we came. But until these kings at last learn, give them all our Mother’s pain. -ind. zelda spellman rp blog written by Tiffany (30+, she/her, CDT); est. 2018. Weekend-focused activity. rules/ino here. promo ©

[auntiezelda]

my thoughts on that hot.d ep:

The only parts I enjoyed were getting to finally see Dreamfyre (and Heleana on her in riding gear) and the end with Sunfyre returning.

The Team Black dragons jumping Sheepstealer made me feel sick to my stomach. I've been trying to get over the changes they've made, replacing Nettles with Rhaena, cuz I wanted to see where it was going. And now after this I can say I fucking hate it. There was no need for any of this. No need to make a scapegoat out of Rhaena and Sheepstealer for Jace's death when they could have just followed the original story. All it's done is make Rhaenyra look even weaker than she already was and forced me to watch an innocent creature be harmed.

For the penultimate episode absolutely fuck all actually happened, and its pissing me off. We need to be waayyyy further in the story by now. Like I get they don't want to lose their bigger names but we haven't even had the first battle of Tumbleton yet and there are presumably only 9 episodes left in the entire damn show. Tick fucking tock.

And I hope I'm wrong in this I kinda don't think I am but I feel like they're gonna replace the Shepard with that Sylvi chick.

[auntiezelda]

should I do a caos rewatch?

[alyafae]

A bright smile spread across her lips when Zelda mentioned the possibility of spending more time together. That was exactly what she wanted! “I would love nothing more.” Although the words came out a little slurred, she meant them just the same. She briefly leaned forward then, brushing her nose against Zelda’s. While the alcohol made her more loose, a blush still made its way to her face.

Maerose took a strand of red hair between her fingers and twirled it around a little. Gazing at it, she sighed softly. “Do you even know how much I love you,” she asked quietly, almost absent-mindedly.

[auntiezelda]

Zelda's breath caught in her throat. Maerose was so close, their lips barely an inch from each other. Funny, she thought, how even when slurring her words all she could smell was her perfume; perhaps it was a spell, but she couldn't think of any off the top of her head.

"Love me?" Zelda questioned, blinking herself out of her little trance, and put on a smirk. "How do you mean? I wouldn't want to give you the wrong answer," she spoke with a teasing but flirtatious tone.

[auntiezelda]

y'all I am so happy with my tattoos though

[auntiezelda]

Alright 4 hrs and 3 tattoos later, I think I'll try to work on drafts tomorrow and kinda feel it out from there. I'll be lurking in the meantime if anyone wants to chat, no pressure I'm just gonna be smoking and listening to the hades.town soundtrack 🖤

[auntiezelda]

so I feel as if I'm at a bit of a crossroad here: I could either continue here but limit how much I open myself up to others, or I could take these past like 2 weeks of radio silence as a hint to move on. I love writing this character but if I've over stayed my welcome with it then.. well I just don't want to stay for the sake of nostalgia y'know

[auntiezelda]

Send this little flower 🌸 to the friends whose writing you adore and whose presence makes your dash a happier place. Let's share a little love. 💖

You ought to know by now the feeling is quite mutual. Thank you so much for this🖤

[auntiezelda]

@alyafae asked: 🎶 / from mae Send 🎶 to walk in on my muse singing

x

An upbeat, lofty tune fills the kitchen that late evening in July, a fan keeping the stagnant air moving while Zelda was indulging in a moment of peace having the house to herself. "Ooh what a little moonlight can do," she sang along softly as her hands worked languidly as they cleaned the portafilter of her espresso machine. "Wait a while 'til a little moonbeam comes peepin' through. You'll get bold, you can't resist him and all you'll say, when you have kissed him is, Ooh, what a little moonlight can do," she finished the lyrics and began humming along with the music.

[chillinrpmemes]

Send 🎶 to walk in on my muse singing

Send "sing" if the symbol is not visible

[unbeleveable]

@auntiezelda sent: "Just take a breath, alright?" for Farah

Grace was trying to breathe, truly, but the onslaught of the memories felt like an attack. Memories of a town set ablaze. Memories of walking through the rubble and seeing the charred corpses everywhere. She heard a woman's voice, at once strange and chillingly familiar, I had the town evacuated, Farah. There's no one there but the Burned Ones. A lie. A callous, bold-faced lie.

She felt Zelda's hands squeeze her shoulders and forced herself to take a few deep breaths, in and out, in and out. Eventually her breathing evened out, but it didn't eliminate the constricting feeling in her chest, nor stop every inch of her from trembling violently.

[auntiezelda]

Zelda wanted desperately to be able to do more for Grace than simply stare at her and try to ground her body, but she was far too worried she'd pass out if she left her alone even for a second. "That's good," she attempted to reassure the woman once she could visibly see her breathing deep.

"Be here with me, alright Grace? Just focus on me, on my voice," she added, speaking gently but firm while her thumbs pressed light circles on her shoulders. "All you have to do is breathe. You're safe. Its just the two of us here. Hold onto me if you need to, you won't hurt me."

[ladiesandwitches]

"I am not going to burn my clothes, aunty," Sabrina protested as if it was the most ridiculous suggestion in the world. "I'm sure it will be fine. I mean, it's just blood, right? I'll throw them in some cold water and worry about them tomorrow." And if good old fashioned laundry cycles didn't help, then Sabrina was certain she could find a spell somewhere. Or re-purpose one of her Aunt Hilda's secret recipes.

"Next time I'm covered in demon blood I'll make sure I don't disturb you from the evening papers, Aunt Zee," Sabrina promised drily, rolling her eyes as she headed up the stairs to take off the clothes and maybe shower for about an hour.

When she came back downstairs, cleaner, in better clothes, and smelling faintly of lavender, Sabrina found her aunt just where she left her. Whether she'd stayed there the whole time, or returned to the seat to make a point, Sabrina wasn't sure.

"You're seriously not going to ask me about the demon?"

[auntiezelda]

Zelda was certain she could hear her mother laughing from the great beyond, and it irritated her even more than Sabrina's response had. That was simply the last path she wanted her thoughts to take this evening, she thought as she tossed her papers aside once her niece had departed the room.

If she were being honest with herself, she knew she was only upsetting herself. Sabrina was a young woman with power on a level no teenager should possess, so of course she didn't see anything wrong with what she was doing, how dangerous. And Zelda was merely her aunt, meant to blindly support but leave the worrying to someone else. In another life perhaps, Zelda loathed to consider as she got up only to pour herself another glass and return to her place. The drink would have to do what nicotine normally would, knowing if she attempted to roll anything it would be so tight as to be unusable.

"Is this demon much different from the last," she asked, exhaling audibly, finally deciding to fold and toss the damned paper onto the side table and face her niece.

[auntiezelda]

probably not gonna get any real writing done until Sunday just so y'all know

[auntiezelda]

[auntiezelda]

@hororicide asked: “did you do something different with your hair?” // From Glinny! more random dialogue prompts.

"Unintentionally," Zelda answered upon a sigh, not looking up from her desk. There was something she hated about not looking her absolute best around Glinda. "It wouldn't hold a curl this morning, happens from time to time."

[alyafae]

“Oh, so you believe that I was sent to punish you, hm?” A brow arched, Maerose didn’t even try to hide her amusement. In fact, she followed Zelda, caging her with her arms as she leaned back against the tree. “Let me think, which punishment would be appropriate…” She looked down at her, smirking, playful. “Perhaps you deserve some spanking, but no, that is too simple. Oh, maybe I should torture you slowly, just until you beg for more. And if you beg nicely,” she purred, leaning in close enough so their lips almost touched. “I might give you what you want.”

[auntiezelda]

Zelda had little doubt in her mind that Maerose could have her begging quicker than she'd care to admit, but she also knew well that her lover would never truly deny her what she desired and for that a wicked grin spread across her face. "I suppose this is all rather dependent on what you see as begging nicely. We both know I'm better at demanding, but being nice.." Zelda trailed off, her tongue licking on her lips as she began to regret wearing so much on such a warm night. "You'll have to get me quite desperate."

[auntiezelda]

probably not gonna get any real writing done until Sunday just so y'all know

[rpmemegraveyard]

more random dialogue prompts.

“why do you have that look on your face?”

“finish what you’re doing, we have to talk.”

“what have you done to yourself?”

“did you do something different with your hair?”

“it doesn’t do any good to get worked up.”

“when was the last time we had a real conversation.”

“are you in the witness protection program, or what?”

“there’s something wrong with me.”

“no, i don’t hate you.”

“hey stupid.”

“we’re aren’t them.”

“looks like i’ll live long enough to make you pay.”

“you know you’re wrong.”

“i don’t understand, why are you doing this?”

“now, before i say anything, promise me you’ll stay calm.”

“what makes me so special?”

“you have no idea what i’ve been through.”

“you really don’t have to do that, not for me.”

“did you really think you’d get a second chance?”

“how about we don’t do that.”

“i have a lot going for me, but humility is not one of them.”

“you’re the worst.”

“i don’t need you right now.”

“don’t just stand there, looking at me.”

“i thought you were supposed to call me.”

“take my hand.”

“i need you.”

“you’re allowed to need help sometimes.”

“for someone who doesn’t like to feel things, you sure feel a lot of it out loud.”

“when this is all over, i want it to be you and me.”

“why won’t you tell me what happened?”

“you don’t know what this means to me.

“i know it doesn’t make sense.”

“i’m trying really hard to keep it together.”

“i know you’re new, but we do things a little differently here.”

“your voice is putting me to sleep.”

“did you find what you were looking for?”

"you knew and you didn’t even warn me?”

“well, i guess that’s broken.”

“i thought it was part of the act.”

“you think u don’t know you’re only here because they sent you?”

“you promised to call me if you didn’t know what to wear.”

“you can keep a secret, can’t you?”

“how could you do this to me?”

“put the gun down, dearest. i have news!”

“i know you don’t have any reason to trust me, but you need to know something.”

“if you’re here to tell me what happened last night, someone beat you to it.”

“people think i’m weird.”

“i think i’m losing myself again.”

“you can’t be here.”

“i wish you’d come to the funeral.”

“do you know what today is?”

“so, you broke my favourite mug… and you’re breaking up with me?”

“i need to get out.”

“it’s like i’m cursed or something.”

“you are remarkably well-behaved tonight, what have you been up to?”

“you gonna eat that?”

“sir, the pony rides are for children only.”

“i don’t want you to worry about that anymore.”

“we’ll never make it in time.”

“you’d be late for your own funeral.”

“you should have seen it coming.”

“oh, good, you’re here! hold this.”

“why can’t you just be happy for me?”

“on a scale of one to ten, how do you feel about nachos right now?”

“is this how you flirt with everyone?”

“how much longer till we’re there?”

“what have you done?”

“it’s time for you to repay that debt you owe me.”

“where did you get that? who gave it to you?”

“what kind of mother has thoughts like that?”

“i know I haven’t been what you needed, but i’m here, and i wanna help.”

“i never want to hear you say that again.”

“you’re all i have.”

“i know it’s not perfect, but i did follow the recipe this time.”

“i was doing so well until you showed up.”

“don’t eat that! i made it ‘specially for our guest.”

“it’s not that i don’t like my life, it’s that i don’t have the energy to enjoy it.”

“how can you stand this place?”

“don’t take this the wrong way, but you don’t exactly blend in.”

“you need to stop.”

“i don’t like that look, what happened?”

“is that seriously your password?”

“what’s your problem?”

“you had no right to use it without asking.”

“oh, wow, you weren’t kidding.”

“i couldn’t trust my own parents to protect me.”

“i’m surprised you haven’t been arrested yet. wait, no, i’m not.”

“why do you want to help me?”

“ten bucks for that piece of crap?”

“we have to hurry, they’re coming!”

“hey, look what came in the mail!”

“do you want to get a drink or something?”

“please tell me you didn’t eat that.”

“the worst part is you didn’t even notice.”

“if i wanted help, i would have asked.”

“wanna tell me what’s going on with your grades?”

“you need to leave.”

“talk to me, okay? i need to know what’s going on.”

“i do blame you.”

“sometimes life deals you a bad hand, but you can still play your cards right and win.”

“you’re no longer useful to me.”

“i’m not good with sarcasm: if you don’t like me, just say it.”