broken into three parts: mind, heart, and bones as these songs are the ones that best show the mind, head, and bones of the redheaded trader. certain ones were picked for the melody like ❝ i wanna get better ❞ by the bleachers or ❝ sour cherry ❞ by the kills. but others were chosen for a lyric or lyrics that stuck out like the one in ❝ gods & monsters ❞ by lana del rey the part of the song that really speaks for ophelia’s being ❝ me and god we don’t get along, so now I sing. no one’s gonna take my soul away, living like Jim Morrison. headed towards a fucked up holiday. ❞ or the lyric from ❝ liability ❞ by lorde ❝ they say, ‘ you're a little much for me you're a liability you're a little much for me ’ so they pull back, make other plans i understand, i'm a liability. ❞
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send me a ♬ and a number between 1-10 and i’ll put my itunes on shuffle and skip to that number and write a starter with my favorite lyric from that song.
example: if you send me ♬ 7, i’ll put my itunes on shuffle, skip forward seven songs and use my favorite lyric from that song.
❝ hey ! ❞ voice calls out from the depths of an alley , not even the moon casting it’s hazy glow over soft features. ❝ you know there’s a walker on your tail , right ? ❞
taking a moment to pause and catch her breath as she glared up at the blonde woman with a look of utter murderous contempt ophelia growled. ❝ no shit sherlock ❞ tone edged with sarcasm. ❝ i’ve just been running for my health. ❞
ashley sat up suddenly, as soon as she heard a knock. she shoved the many books she’d been hoarding, quickly under her pillow. HOWEVER, as the voice came- excited, and CLEAR. ashley couldn’t help but grin, immediately collecting her skirts and opening the door. she couldn’t stop the way her smile spread even more as she took in ophelia (beautiful ophelia, with her red hair, and incredible features). ashley held open the heavy door for her, immediately giggling as well in pure excitement. “g o s s i p ? oh, ophelia! you must tell me!” ashley said, already turning to close the door. being a lady in waiting was an amazing job as it was, but being a lady in waiting with OPHELIA made it even more spectacular. ashley had never had a sister, but sometimes she felt that was exactly what ophelia was. “sit, sit. tell me, did sir marcus make another claim for your hand? or did lady genevieve get caught in the cook’s bed chambers again?” ashley practically bounced from the energy, knowing gossip wasn’t nice, but it was hard not to be excited. especially when there was WINE. “look what i have.” ashley couldn’t help adding, quickly diving to under her bed, and grabbing out a giant loaf of honey bread. “the cook was going to throw it out! can you even believe? what a waste!”
grinning wide as she slipped into the room, the bottle of wine removed from her sleeve and placed into her hand. ophelia was BEAMING at the sight of ashley, her sister in waiting; someone who felt like family more often than not. slowly removing her light cloak as she giggled at the dark-haired woman’s excitement, she joined in bouncing happily. setting the bottle of dark liquid down on the table before sitting on the bed a cat like smile stretched onto her face. ❝ oh better! the stable boy was found with lady genevieve’s daughter, countess annabella mid, shall i say riding session? ❞ she laughter softly, eyes gleaming as she looked at her friend happily. this was home to her giggling with her almost sister over wine and gossip. jumping at the mention of honey bread she clapped her hands together. ❝ you are simply the best ashley! ❞
angry green eyes like daggers glared at the man before ophelia as she swallowed her poisonous words, the ones she so wanted to spit into the mans face & watch him CHOKE. the lady in waiting was a lot of things to a lot of different people, a daughter, a lady, a friend; but had been long enough that the word whore meant nothing to her other than a job she used to have. blood BOILING as smiled the sweetest of smiles & leaned in close to the foolish man who open his mouth to the redheaded fox of a woman ❝ call me a whore again & you will lose that precious manhood of yours. ❞ she whispered harshly before pulling away that sweet smile still across her face, before she turned away from the pig of the man pulling her cloak up around her face. eyes catching the face of someone before her, the young woman just bowed her head & smiled softly. ❝ i truly hope you didn’t hear any of that nastiness. ❞
a gentle smile and kittenish laugh is all it took to sneak a bottle of wine right out from under the cooks nose. slipping the thing into her long sleeves and bowing her head ophelia VANISHED from the room like smoke. giggling to herself as she raced down the halls to ashley’s room, only slowing down when she saw a couple nobles giving her a questioning eye. the redhead lived for this, for sneaking out with her fellow lady in waiting, for being able to have a home that FELT like a home. gently rapping on the large wooden door that stood between her and ashley, ophelia bounced happily smile painted wide on her face. ❝ ashley it is me, i bring a gift of wine and some gossip. ❞ she whispered.
- my heart is gold but my hands are cold -
( event 003 land of tellus )
GENERAL INFORMATION ;
NAME; ophelia roberts.
AGE; twenty two.
OCCUPATION; lady in waiting for lady skylar drake.
ALLIANCE; house of littus.
MARTIAL STATUS; unmarried.
FACE CLAIM; sophie turner.
HEADCANONS ;
ophelia roberts was born to a sex worker who honestly didn’t quite know who the babygirl’s father was but it didn’t really matter because ann loved the little girl all the same. she taught the redhaired babe to be kind and gentle, always trying to shield her daughter from what she was doing.
but when ophelia came of age and food was tight around the house, ann sent ophelia to work out on the streets with her every night. the young girl just listened to her mother’s wishes and went along with each gentleman who called upon her.
she hated it truly but she knew that if she didn’t her mother and her would die, so she sucked it up growing colder and colder with each passing day. but she did things to pass the time teaching herself to read and write, to sew, she didn't’ want to be stuck in this life forever.
soon men stopped coming to her to warm their beds and ladies started coming to the flame haired young woman to have their clothing mended, to help them get ready to the night, simple little things as such made ophelia realize what she wanted to do in life. so she packed her bags and set off.
it wasn’t long before she found her spot in the in the castle of house littus and she was home, a place where people didn’t know of her past and were nice to her. she was home.
she’s a lady in waiting for lady skylar drake, who kinda act’s like a second mom to ophelia and she loves the woman so if you hurt or even bad mouth skylar you might end up with some poison or something like that in your tea. she loves her job and sky very very much.
mention what she used to do as a teenager or a child and watch her nice calm face go to straight murder, she’s gotten so good at lowkey threating people because of people bringing up the “foxtailed whore” like??? no you wanna lose that tongue my dude???
sends money to her momma, writes to her all the time, loves her so much no matter what.
WANTED CONNECTIONS/PLOTS ;
WE MAY NOT BE BLOOD BUT YOU ARE FAMILY ; gimmie ride or die family, someone who ophelia talks to about everything who knows ophelia like she knows herself and vice versa. maybe this was the person who brought her to the castle even who knows but like they are so close they would murder for each other kinda family, straight up. ( taken by skylar drake )
WILD WILD YOUTH ; for those who have seen reign basically kenna, mary, and geer. but for those who haven’t i would love a plot where it’s just girls being wild and free, running in their long dress through tall grass, flirting with the cook to get free food for a lunch, gossiping about the queens and kings, just being youthful. ( taken by ashley banks and jehanne marchan)
WE MAKE LOVE IN DARK HALLWAYS ; ophelia’s going to be leaning towards loving girls in this au so i thought it would be cool if maybe this plot could be two girls who love each other, long glances, grazing finger tips and sneaking around just be together for a couple moments. like these two love each other more than anything in the world, but live in fear of being caught. ( open )
HATE EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU ; these two do not get along period, ophelia would rather get eaten alive by wolves than have to talk to this person. it’s mostly because they know about her past and have mocked her for it. to make matters worse they might have to get married??? ( open )
MY HEART STILL BURNS FROM YOUR FLAMES; these two went through a messy break up and it still sucks, anytime they look at each other it hurts. anytime anyone mentions the others name it hurts. just pain when the other is around. they both are trying to move past it, but it they never really got enough closure around it. ( open )
At the sound of a twig snapping, Alix’s eyes shot over to his right. It was the middle of the night ; not a single walker or raider for miles. This was odd. Wide, dark browns grazed the area as he carefully set his notebook down — and moved to take his headphones off. SNAP! Attention shot straight ahead. The small brunette froze, eyes peering into the darkness before him. ❛ …W-Who’s there? ❜ He managed out… before jumping up and pulling out his pistol. ❛ I won’t ask twice. ❜ The boy WARNED, slowly squinting an eye as he cocked the gun, ready for FIRE.
walking through the woods, ophelia had the nightmare of her family screaming again and she needed to get away from capitol to just get some air. gripping the small heart locket around her neck as she moved, her mind wandered to the woman who gave it too her. enjoying the bliss and the lack of care, until her foot landed on the dry twig causing the loud SNAPPING noise. eyebrows arching at the small shaking voice, not worried until she clearly heard the COCKING of a gun. raising her hands quickly as she walked through a clearing. ❝ calm down pipsqueak. ❞ she sighed out, looking around her. ❝ not a raider just a human trying to deal with life. ❞
( scent: fresh bloomed roses
( season: summer
( flower: wolfsbane
( book: cobra event by richard preston
( stone: ruby
( genre: indie rock
( song: flawless by the nbhd
( article of clothing: a tee shirt she stole from noah or the dress shirt she has from her dad that still smells like him
( sleeping position: starfish or a ball
what a beautiful mess: a nophlia mix
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set in ophelia’s pov from when noah vanished and then came back, it goes through three stages i. loss, ii. fury, and iii. love, the locked up thoughts and emotions of the redhead. they are forever a beautiful chaotic mess but maybe someday they’ll be able to find some peace in between that chaos.
send me ‘put that down!’ for my muse’s reaction to yours holding a memento from my muse’s past || CURRENTLY ACCEPTING.( for @kiingtau )
jumping at the voice & whipping around at the question, ophelia’s eyes opened wide as she saw her mother’s locket swinging from kings hand; her own flying to it’s normal place on her throat. she trusted him enough to tell the story behind it, the woman who raised ophelia like her own it just took some courage. whole body shaking silently as she just stared at the silver heart, beaten up & worn down she laughed distantly thinking ‘ that’s what MINE must look like now too. ’ swallowing as she took a step towards him, holding out her hand for the broken thing; smiling lightly as king gently dropped it into her hand the look of curiosity not fading from his face, but a softness took it’s place as well a kindness to let her know she could take her time. clicking it open she showed him the TATTERED pictures inside, one of a young o & her mother with her arms wrapped around the girls shoulders both smiling; the other being of ophelia when she had just finished high school standing with her whole family face bright & happy looking up at her mother & father. ❝ it was my moms, she gave it to me when i was going to college. ❞ her voice was rough, like she was on the verge of sobbing. ❝ she wanted me to know that i was always in her heart no..no matter how far i wandered. ❞ this time it was a whispering tone, voice cracking & eyes flooding as she finished SNAPPING the locket back shut.
❝ oh, mr. ashbury ? ❞ he questioned, an eyebrow lifting playfully. ❝ that’s certainly something new. ❞ watching her nonchalance at the body on the floor was unnerving to see—yet at the same time, something about it felt distinctly DANGEROUS. eyes flickered over her appearance as she spoke, that same smile he always wore around ophelia still GROWING. ❝ can’t blame a guy for trying to protect his girl, ❞ he said with a shrug and a light chuckle. it almost slipped past him—HIS GIRL. the more he thought about it, the more he came to accept and understand that ophelia belonged to no man. she was an independent person, free of being OWNED. feeling her arm around his sent a shiver down his spine, the growing question resounding in his mind—how long had it been since he had felt her touch in ANY way ? it felt good, SAFE in a way.
❝ it’s always fun to spice up your life a little don’t you think? ❞ nuzzling noah playfully, she threw her head back in another stream of laughter eyes sparkling as she did. ophelia couldn’t care about the life she had taken if she did at this point it would all she would think about, it would eat away at her till she was nothing left; she had become NUMB to these moments after. it was easy for her to smile and to enjoy the man’s beside’s her company, his words and his reactions to everything that she did. a kittenish smile spread across her face at being called his, most times she would punch someone in the face for calling her theirs but with noah it felt different. ❝ i don’t think i’d ever blame you for protecting me, i’d do the same thing with you ❞ a light expression on her face as she beamed up at him, lips pressing softly into his shoulder almost saying ‘ i’m yours as you are mine ’ .
he’s surprised at her laughter. but it suits her. he finds he actually ENJOYS the sound. it’s unlike any other laugh he’s heard before, which makes it- and her- infinitely even more interesting. he relaxes, slightly, when she mentions not hurting a fellow trader. that’s good to know, at least. the smile comes from her next, and kingsley finds his eyes on her features for a beat t o o long. she just doesn’t look like she belongs here. she’s so BRIGHT looking. he can’t help but admire it. her. “ K I N G. kingsley.” he murmurs out, in return. kingsley’s eyes go up to the sky, as if assessing how close they are to the capitol. “whisperin’ chase. thought you looked familiar.” he had never traded with her directly, he’d kinda always just thought she was a drifter.
green eyes run over his face and his posture, the name king suits him ophelia thinks as pearly white teeth tug on her lower lip; her mind mapping out his features easily. understanding more about him with each passing second, but the redhead wasn’t quite done yet she liked learning about interesting people; the ones who made this world their own and it CERTAINLY looked like king was that type to do so. ❝ you’ve most likely seen this red mane around your camp a couple times for sure. ❞ she joked, gingerly tugging on a stand of her FIERY hair. ❝ and i’ve seen you around, it seems like fate finally stepped in with us. ❞
