History is written by the Survivors

Independent Multimuse featuring Königin Hulda, Rapunzel and other characters from Legends. Canon divergent and under construction. Featuring Dark themes and triggers

[krxkor]

                           This is an independent and selective Multi Muse with characters based in Legends and Lore. 18+, triggering content may appear. Name’s Lilah (she/her), I am 25+ and prefer plots & development. feat. Undine, Frau Holle & Rapunzel

Rules & Muses 

following back for my sideblog sevenxyears (Dawn Granger of HBO’s Titans) 

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quick update: I will extend my absence into a full hiatus. I hope I can return in a couple of weeks / months when the days get longer and the waves get flatter. until then working in medical and real life have left me with neither time nor energy to be here. for those of you who know me well, catch me on discord.

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new game: if you currently are a character in a contemporary setting, who would you be in your favourite genre? 

High Fantasy Lilah!

chubby green goblin, works in a house of healing, not as a healer but as the healer’s assistant. instead of using herbs and potions like the other goblins they use dangerous poisons and arcane dark magic to heal, but there is always a price. 

loves to read and always carries her journal but never writes down anything important, simply thoughts and flower drawings.

has managed to avoid adventure several times by simply staying home in her cave but eventually gets dragged into an adventure because she was either too nosy for her own good, or her best friend said “let’s go for a quick and easy walk”.

terrible cook, unable to survive in the wild cause she is too scared of everything and complains 24/7, always hungry. cause of death: either because she touched a cursed object or because of a “I am sure this is edible” - incident.

talks to birds. escaped several fights cause she thought the noise the bandits made were actually wild boars and that’s like the only thing that can make her run really fast.

hates knitting but always carries knitting needles, will stab you in the eye with one

poisonous plant mom

tagged by: made it up, cause I am boring like that  tagging: you! but also @fenixburned @sainthey @dvarapala @aerokinesiiss 

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going through my revision notes and I love that “Did Celts have cows?” is followed by “little girl in Chapter 14, add something creepy?” 

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SEMI - HIATUS NOTICE

I am working hard on my resolutions for the New Year and one of them is to spend less time on tumblr and focus more on actual writing so... I will be even slower than usual. Thank you all for understanding! 

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caracarnn·:

the sea. it was a strange thing to think of. before coming here he had never seen so much water before just for the sake of it. and water that can’t be even be drank from. it was an insane idea and Rand feels unsteady over the thought. but he rights in the moment again, letting his eyes remain on hers the entire time.

“ No but I have been here for sometime. a couple months at least. “ he responds, taking in the posture with which she stands, something uneasy obviously threading through her. she looks anxious, that much is quite obvious. “ I have met many people here. “ and he smiles. he had always considered himself a bit more personable than the others of his Clan, at least.

but then something clamors around them and he stumbles, his arm coming around her so that he might attempt to shield her from whatever violence has erupted around them. he lets out a low groan as he slowly rises to his feet, bringing her up with him. there was no clear line of sight within the chaos that had broken out here. “ we should get out of sight. “ this felt personal.

Rapunzel nodded. She had never been good at making acquaintances, meeting strangers made her uneasy. She blamed mother for that, the years in that dreadful tower. “I have found that there are almost too many people for my liking”, the young woman admitted, allowing herself something akin to a smile. She draw another breath to ask about his reasons for being within the city - simply out of curiosity -  But the next moment she is on the ground, her ears ringing with noise, and he is above her, protecting her, shielding her. There is dust in her eyes and shouting all aroudn them. It takes her a few heartbeats to understand what has happened. And anger rises in her throat, bile already upon her tongue. He heaves her upwards and Rapunzel finds her feet again, on shaking legs.  “Yes, let us hurry”, she reaches for his sleeve, tugging, as her steps turn towards a dark alleyway. It may not seem like the best escape route, but though she has not seen much of this city she knows the few ways that go down towards the water. “Have you seen what happened? Who did this?” Maybe, a voice whispered in her head, they should have stayed to help. But Rapunzel knows better. Heroes get killed, like Konstantin... Fear tried to grip her heart... what if the faceless men had found her? But no, the anger replies, this is not their handwriting. The cool shadow of the pathway falls over them and Rapunzel finally takes a deep breath, “Were you hurt?”, she turns to him - the stranger who’s name she does not even know - “When you shoved me out of harm’s way? Were you hurt then?”

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hii and good morning, while I get ready for yet another week of work, may I encourage your muses to hear Helene’s Sirensong in their dreams only to be lured to the hidden pond and the Underdeep City of the fae? maybe? please?

[dvarapala]

DVĀRAPĀLA (NOUN): UDYATI KAVYA RAO, HOMO DAEVA, DOORWAY GIRL 

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I am having feelings about this found family and I am not okay with that. I also have no clue if I want to write one of them on this site... but alas I shall ignore my feelings and write down some headcanons for Flora to approve. and then I am here tonight.

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                       “What we are is not as important as what we are not. And we are not this anymore.”

Independent & Selective Dawn Granger / Dove of HBO’s Titans. loved by lilah / sideblog

[cuckleberrywish]

Increasingly dishevelled Moiraine my beloved 

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Happy New Year! 

May ‘22 be filled with love and light for all of you ♥

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favorsearth·:

The voice catches Cornelia off guard and for a brief, dizzying moment, she thinks the voice will never shut up. But then it does, and someone steps out of the shadows. Someone, armed to the teeth, with many, many questions.

“The Queen.” The Queen to be. The Queen that was Promised. The Lady of Light. Oh how many names Elyon has. How many titles. But beneath all of that, Elyon had always been one thing: Cornelia’s very best friend. “I—I seek to help her.”

“I was once a Queen", she tilts her head only slightly, eyes watching a scene that has long passed as the ghost muses over the reply given, “but no one came to help me when they locked me up” She stops in her movement, blinks to come back into the present, the here & now. The girl in front of her seems honest, trustworthy even. And that strikes her as odd. But what is that? The present? When time is infinite and you have no way of marking its passing? “I could wonder what makes this new queen so worthy of help but songs of glory have always tired me. Instead have this question: Why here, and why now? What help can be found in this prison of all places?

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dvarapala·:

Udyati nods her head. Lets out a hum. Promises she’ll be careful. Rebecca Towers, she thinks as she slides into the car, thanking the blonde woman profusely, what a strange name. Sounds like the name for a spy. Which makes her wonder: did she just get into a spy’s car? “I like pancakes. And hot cocoa. So, the Ritz or not, I definitely will get both whenever I can.” There’s half a heartbeat of silence before Udyati introduces herself in turn: “My name is… it’s Udyati. Rao. Udyati Rao. Pleased to properly make your acquaintance.”

        “It is apleasure to be meeting you, Udyati“, Rebecca smiles once last timebefore turning her attention onto the road. She buckles in, flips thelights on and with a roar her car comes to life. It's an old thing,has definitely seen better days. Nothing compared to the Swan girl'sshiny yellow Oldtimer. But it's her car and the closest thing to homeshe has. Which is a strange thought. But it's been a strange evenig,though it occurs to her that meeting someone new should not be such ahighlight. „Anyway“, her car picks up speed as Rebecca tries torekindle the conversation, „I know my way around town, being ajournalist and all, so if there is anything you need, any tips forplaces to see, hit me up and I will be more than happy to give you atour around town.“ Maybe, she thinks to herself, even if a touraway from town. Has she ever done that before? Rebecca cannotremember but right now she can't even remember if she made that offerto Udyati already. A strange fog is settling into her brain and itmakes her more uneasy with every passing minute. „I thought abouthiking tomorrow, that is always something I can reccommend. And ifGranny becomes too nosy just let me know, too. She's an old woman, soshe is curious by nature. But she does not share her secrets, whichalways makes her a hard nut to crack for me.“

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siphonersheart·:

his face resembles a deer before they’re hit in the headlights, but.. admitting to a slightly angry stranger he’s lost.. might be a good or slightly bad idea. “i didn’t mean to intrude.. ‘m just abit lost.”

Heleneallowed her magic to calm down a little, relaxing her hands – onlyto cross her arms in front of her chest. „There's not much out hereworth a destination, so where were you attempting to end up? I canpoint you back to the road, but you need to leave.“ Before he heardany whispers, she was quite protective of those.

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so after an 11 hour shift at work my brain is just fried. no writing here today. sorry

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@liionessofcintra​ plotted s.

a burst of energy heralded her arrival, trees quivering as the make-shift portal collapsed, spitting her into the dirt of this world. A world that was not unlike her own and yet so very different. Once her kin had walked here, the Aen Seidhe, now humans build palaces atop their bones. Hulda scoffed at that thought, rising on shaky legs to take her first steps on new soil.  At first she had been angry that the new king’s attention lay on things so far from their court and its troubles, but in this moment with leaves sticking in her hair and mud upon her dress the former lady was more than thankful for the absence of spectators. Her insights were still churning and her meak attempt at a stable portal would have made even Caranthir, that dreadful golden child, crack a smile.  She might not have been as talented as the Red Rider’s trusted general, but she was just as determined, so as soon as her bones felt like they were cut from marble again, instead of being made out of sand, she closed her eyes, spread her thoughts and her mind into this new world, this new magic, and the thousands upon thousands of mortal dreams that floated around her.  After all she was as much a ghost as she was a woman and even if she could not step through time and place with the simple shrug of her shoulders, her mind wandered upon mist and snowdrift easily. “Cirilla”, she whispered into the minds of many, hoping to find just the one, “Cirilla”, a name that had been whispered in the halls of the Aen Elle for many a day, “Answer me, child, I beg of you. For I came far and wide to speak to you”