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@prophetmaiden
it's curious where the animals don't go, mandrake rooted deep into the soil. where the sun won't fall but it flourishes, see the pretty maids all in a row.
AN INDEPENDENT, EXTREMELY PRIVATE MULTI-MUSE BLOG. LOW-ACTIVITY. ADORED BY DAMI.
heavily centered around INQUISITOR TREVELYAN of dragon age: inquisition.
CARRD. / MUSE LIST. / ASK PROMPTS. under co. mutuals only.
ooc. pops in from the void. hi hi. this blog is LOW ACTIVITY but i do apologize for being very very absent. hoping to do some things this week, mutuals prepare your inboxes i may be sending memes (:
STAR WARS: REVENGE OF THE SITH 2005 | dir. George Lucas
― Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood
[text ID: In the deepening spring of May, I had no choice but to recognize the trembling of my heart.]
ANYA TAYLOR-JOY as OLGA OF THE BIRCH FOREST ↴ The Northman (2022) dir. Robert Eggers
injury/hurt prompts bc reasons
feel free to specify who is receiving the actions [ sew ] for one muse to have to stitch up the other [ fix ] for one muse to mend a dislocated joint [ alone ] for one muse to find the other trying to treat themselves [ drugged ] for one muse to take care of the other while they’re delirious [ bullet ] for one muse to help the other after they get shot [ lacerate ] for one muse to get stabbed while protecting/working with the other [ broken ] for one muse to have broken a bone(s) [ scream ] for one muse to wake up because the other is having a nightmare [ comfort ] for one muse to stay the night with the other after a hard day [ wake ] for one muse to wake up to the other at the side of their hospital bed [ sleep ] for one muse to sit by while the other is unconscious in a hospital [ nurse ] for one muse to take care of the other while they’re sick [ appear ] for one muse to show up at the other’s doorstep injured
“ just let me help you. ” “ shut the fuck up and sit down. you’re bleeding. ” “ it’s fine— nothing i haven’t dealt with before. ” “ hey, you can talk to me. ” “ shh- lie back. you’re safe now. ” “ you need to stay still. ” “ how the hell did this happen? ” “ are you sure you’re okay? ” “ that isn’t ‘just a scratch’. ” “ stop being such a baby and let me finish cleaning you up. ” “ i need you to stay awake for me okay? keep your eyes open. ” “ if you die on me i’ll bring you back to life and kill you myself. ” “ for once in your goddamn life, let me take care of you before you make it worse. ” “ you’re hurt because of me. the least i can do is fix it. ” “ i’ll be okay. i promise. ” “ a little help? ” “ i just need a few stitches and i can’t exactly reach. ” “ i’m fine, i just need a moment. ” “ no hospitals. ” “ you need a fucking doctor. ” “ you need to slow down. ” “ you’ll be no help to anyone if you run yourself into the ground. ” “ you have to sleep eventually. ” “ stop fussing, i’ll be fine. ” “ shit, okay fuck that actually really fucking hurts. ” “ i’m scared. ” “ i feel so cold. ” “ i can’t feel my legs. ” “ i don’t…i don’t wanna go yet. ” “ what the fuck happened to you? ” “ who the fuck did this? ” “ you’re clearly not okay so stop bullshitting me. ” “ fucking hell. ” “ i need help. please. ” “ i swear to god i’ll kill whatever bastard did this. ” “ if i die, i’m gonna haunt your ass. ” “ it’s not that bad, chill the fuck out. ”
publicabsent.
in comparison, she’s eerily still, little more than just the fidgeting of her fingers. pretending? pretending what? she wasn’t very good at pretending, apparently, since there remains graffiti on her locker & carved expletives on her bike. at least she’d managed to shake the horrible feeling that the little puritan doll with a noose had given her. the rest of it can be swallowed like a bitter pill, but that one was too much. at the mention of hunger, hazel eyes that had been studying him flit up to the clock. “t-te – ten m-minutes - s. till, um. t-till lunch.” a pause, adjusting her glasses. “i kn – i know … m-m-more th - than. p-people th – think.” not the brag you think. annette’s used to being presumed unintelligent. prefers it, truly.
eddie wasn’t stupid. well. . . as stupid as most people believed he was. ( a devious grin loud and proud like a passenger in his mind giddy from the fact. ) he liked to boast a bit of intelligence -- liked to think of himself as an observer. and he sure as shit knew a loser when he saw one. good thing he liked the losers. in fact, some teeny tiny voice crowned him the king of losers. come! under my wing, tiny bird. i’ll protect you from the mouth breathing cavemen that the world seem to worship. his wide, round eyes suddenly fall on her, “ oh, i don’t doubt that. i don’t doubt there’s more going on in that big, beautiful brain of yours. ” and his mouth slid effortlessly into a grin, flashily pointing at her mop of curly hair.
when he finally stopped looking, he stared off into the middle distance. a sturdy pat to his tummy then emphasized the thought, “ hmm, annette, right? i’m not really feeling school cafeteria food today. what about you? wanna get a burger or something? ”
‘ i don’t think breaking a spell should be this simple. ’ to shoshi, from solas !
ASK PROMPT. / always accepting. mutuals only !
" — are you scared, elskling ? " how incredibly amused they seemed ! laughter tinting the syllables in soft, sweet sounds as she set her teasing eyes on him. the yawning opening set inside the little hill smelled of wet dirt and rotten fruit. its door looked old, the exposed stone crumbling with age. and it had been wonderfully easy to break down the barrier that magically held it in place. a terrifying curiosity gripped tightly at her heart. shoshi wanted to go in, but every sensible thought that clawed its way to reason told her not to. the rough sound of her grandmother’s voice warning -- always warning. still. . .
" seems the fae want us for dinner. " another teasing, provoking smile shot his way. all in jest, except that the wild thunder of their heart gave away the quiet little fear of the unknown. " but i’m sure we’ll be fine. . . i’ve got an apostate after all. "
ooc. i have a wip document for shoshana now !! there is a bit more information on it. i will most likely add verses in the future :’)
i'm not a shy little girl, i'm a wizard / with a pearl in my hand, with a heavy dose of adrenaline / call me a chemical man.
a study in happiness.
𝑺𝑪𝑬𝑵𝑨𝑹𝑰𝑶 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺.
↬ OF FAIRYTALES, FOLKLORE AND FAEKIND.
scenarios inspired by various settings, encounters & magic tucked between pages, fashioned by the author.
+ feel free to change pronouns / roles !
FAIRYTALES.
‘ let me guess, you thought a true love’s kiss would help you. ’
‘ you will always follow the trail in the wood, and it will guide you on the same path, to the same cottage, the same witch. it will always be your undoing. ’
‘ i have never seen a more tragic creature. how might i help you ? ’
‘ you must take this knife and plunge it into his / her / their heart. ’
‘ forget yourself. that is how you break your curse. ’
‘ remove this thorn from my hand, and you will be rewarded. ’
‘ i’m tired of being a prince. i think i would actually enjoy being a frog. ’
‘ tell me of the beast, and i will hunt it for you. ’
‘ mice are never just mice, and pumpkins are rarely just pumpkins. ’
‘ i don’t think breaking a spell should be this simple. ’
‘ i never thought i’d return here, to the site where it all began. ’
‘ are you an orphan ? it’s just that they’re always finding themselves in magical predicaments. ’
‘ the mirror speaks falsely in your ear. it is your true curse. ’
‘ my heart feels uneasy, although i am free. is it supposed to ? ’
‘ i’m sorry, it’s just that i thought this is the part of the quest where the animals ought to start talking to me. ’
‘ of course i plan on going to the ball. why wouldn’t i ? ’
‘ jealousy has made more witches out of women than adam’s rib. ’
‘ where has choosing goodheartedness and having golden hair ever gotten you ? ’
‘ are you a helpful wizard, or the kind that sits in a tower reading moldy books ? ’
‘ i’m dreadfully bored. who knew waiting for a prince was so strenuous ? ’
‘ we all have towers we must leave, and magic that will try to thwart us. ’
‘ i’m afraid for the clock to strike. the hour will ring in the place of my heartbeat when we must be parted. ’
‘ i had no idea carpets could fly. or pigs for that matter. ’
‘ what would happen if the knight did not arrive to the castle, and the dragon made a den of it and a hoard of its people and prize of its princess ? ’
‘ i sometimes think i was switched out at birth, like a lizard in a bird’s nest. i belong somewhere else. ’
‘ in another kingdom exists a throne and a crown that is mine by right. ’
‘ if i did not wake up one day, i would still be waiting on a spinning wheel, dutifully bored. ’
‘ something in me knows you are here for my heart. ’
FOLKLORE.
‘ in all the myths i’ve heard, it’s never been worthwhile to approach strange sights. it’s best to turn around and pretend you never saw them. ’
‘ nothing is folklore until it exists longer than consciousness remembers, and lives in spite of it. ’
‘ i’ve heard your name before, in songs and lengthy ballads. ’
‘ whatever has led you here to me, there is destiny in its making. ’
‘ the beast returns every century or so, and tries to devour us. it will come again before long. ’
‘ a pretty face is not nothing. it earns you a hearth and a kind hand, after all. ’
‘ their lips are red as blood, and their teeth carve ruin into throats. ’
‘ aren’t dragons supposed to breathe fire and make a fuss about having their treasure found ? ’
‘ someday you will become a pilgrim, a saint, or a favored story, while i will be a voice on the wind. ’
‘ the stories say brides don’t live to the light before demons devour them. why should i become one ? ’
‘ there was another girl like you once, in a small town like this one. i can’t remember if she became the monster or died trying to escape it. ’
‘ remember to festoon the hearth with garlic, or rosemary, or one of those mundane herbs that keep evil out. ’
‘ that sounds like nothing but a tall tale, but i’m certain smaller minds would eat it up. ’
‘ to cross this bridge, you’ll have to pay a heavy toll. ’
‘ don’t stray too far from the path set before you, or something interesting might happen. ’
‘ i’ve passed that yard of crops a million times, but the crow never moved from its post until this morning. ’
‘ it is as though ancient fears are still in us like scars or stitches. ’
‘ graveyards aren’t where you find ghosts. look for them in places that feel like memories you shouldn’t have. ’
‘ stories reap princes from peasants as if their skins were crops in the ground. ’
‘ what form does your fear take ? surely not that of a bear or a lion. such things are too assuring. ’
‘ i found myself where everything was too familiar to be real. ’
‘ in safe beds on cold dark nights, we learn to face the monsters in our own minds. ’
FAEKIND.
‘ you’re not to partake in a fairy feast. don’t you know it’s the food that will devour you ? ’
‘ i’m sorry you did not read the eyes of the trees before finding yourself here. ’
‘ i wish to go back. i want to forget everything. ’
‘ you think that believing in us is enough to protect you ? that it will kill us if you forget, and we prey upon your unknowing ? ’
‘ step around the ring three times, like a backwards clock. that’s how you get to fairyland. ’
‘ i’ve never heard such sweet music before. ’
‘ where the trees begin to twist and groan in their roots, remember you must not make a right turn. ’
‘ i didn’t feel like i’d stepped into another world, but like it stepped into me. i knew i was there and forgot i’d left anything behind. ’
‘ how amusing. a human ! ’
‘ would you be my bride if i were to take you into the ground ? ’
‘ i know of tunnels you might take, the burrows of trolls and rabbits. ’
‘ don’t take anything from this realm, none of it is worth the price of keeping. ’
‘ there are courts by many titles in the lands beyond the veil, all of them other. ’
‘ names are not like currency here; they are more precious than diamonds and legacies. ’
‘ did you think all of us looked like goblins ? ’
‘ getting here is easy, but getting home is quite the trick. ’
‘ i shall give you a riddle, and it will puzzle you until you know the answer but forget your own soul. ’
‘ a bloodline is nothing when you’ve outlived civilizations. ’
‘ refusing my hospitality is like human sin, and it will bring worse upon you. ’
‘ everything here is and isn’t, and things are and aren’t. ’
‘ on lonely nights i stare into the trees, and a strange face leers back. ’
‘ the thrones here are made of bones and blood, and built upon decay. ’
‘ a third time is not a charm, but a bargain. it says that you want something enough to wager your sense. ’
‘ it is dangerous to think that magical beings do not have human intensities. ’
❛ soooo . . . uhh, ❜ the turian shifts to eye the newcomer, as the ever-present hum of the normandy’s life support systems — the ship’s very own heartbeat — nearly drowns out the sound of Garrus’ voice as he addresses . . . them. the once grey-blur that dodged all range of fire, including his own. he means no offense, really, with what comes out of his mouth next, but anyone that didn’t know garrus might have thought him mocking ( and maybe he is ) — ❛ do you normally just . . . show up and fling yourself head first into an active shootout to protect an ancient species that’s guilty of enthralling other creatures to do its bidding? or is this a first for you, @prophetmaiden? ❜
so, you see. . . except the answer doesn’t formulate quite right in their mind. everything about the normandy felt so new. ( the matriarchs could never prepare her enough for this, their gentle minds pushing into her own hoping to tuck down the fly-aways of their thoughts. ) everything felt so pristine and white it made their eyes water from the effort of trying to keep them open. it also made meeting the crew difficult, roaming the decks like a curious ghost. their eyes questioning: why would the commander bring them aboard? so when the ship’s only turian spoke jolting them from their curious quest it left their mind scurrying for purchase. well, i... no, not that. it’s like this. . . not that either.
“ wouldn’t you? ” by the goddess, shoshana. “ no, no. i guess the enthralling thing was a bit much, but . . . it was the last of its kind, you see. and i’ve sworn an oath and. . . hmm. ” they trailed off rather abruptly, their eyes following an invisible wisp.
“ no, this is definitely a first for me. ” their arms tightened around themselves, uncertainty dusting their words. engineering housed the massive, new drive core. its hum incessant and almost musical, as if it sang quietly to itself as it worked. the warmth it radiated diffused across the entire garage and shoshana happily melted into it. yes, they think they quite liked the engineering deck.
# PROPHETMAIDEN. an independent, extremely private and mutuals only multi-muse. 20+. minors dni! current fandoms: star wars, stranger things, dragon age. focusing on three ( 3 ) muses with interest in developing my INQUISITOR TREVELYAN.
CARRD. / MUSE LIST. under co. low-activity.
@prophetmaiden: ❝ there’s quite a lot about me you don’t know. ❞
they may both be surprised by what she knows. for a small girl who never makes eye contact & never speaks, her eyes & ears are surprisingly keen. annette notices more than she lets on, without mentioning the things she sees against her will. hazel eyes, magnified behind round glasses, blink a few times. she then nods, unsurprised. “t - touché. s-s-same … w - with – e-everyone.”
accepting.
“ pah, maybe you’re right. we’re all too busy pretending to know anything really. ” christ! don’t get him started. eddie could already feel the bubbling, toiling -- riotous! -- annoyance in the back of his throat. alright, let’s be honest with ourselves here -- it was BOREDOM. pure, unadulterated boredom stemming from the root of this podunk, boring ass town. he couldn’t stop moving, wouldn’t dare stop moving. sorta afraid of what would happen if he did. “ are you hungry? i’m kinda hungry. ”
peaceifist:
ah, yes. obi-wan's protege. taken on well after their time as a trio, with herself, obi-wan, and qui-gon facing the dangers of unknown insurgency for well over a year. nowadays, its difficult to traverse any system without hearing the name — skywalker. an accomplished jedi knight, a master of his own right now, with a padawan to match. master kenobi must be proud.
but an offer to be escorted by he, himself? satine would be naive to be anything other than suspicious, given the state of things, but she will entertain it. the duchess glances the jedi over with a polite nod, and the trooper at her elbow is dismissed with a quiet murmur of appreciation. a body guard was certainly unnecessary in her book, but that wasn’t his fault — nor was it any other clone’s fault. an order at unknown behest. well … she could guess just who it came from. but satine did her best nowadays to treat them with the dignity that any creature in the galaxy deserved. even if, at first, their creation and the plan for them brought about a frustration and distrust in the galactic senate even more intense than the one she harbored to begin with.
❛ the company is always appreciated, but I must ask — how often it is that a knight such as yourself gets a moment to himself? surely you'd rather not waste it escorting a diplomat to her next meeting. ❜
only a happy fool would be blind to how the people bristle against its governing state, him secure in the knowledge that he worries naught while walking by growing unease. there is something not right and that single splinter only grows worse as with insidious infection. but Coruscant was, well, so far removed from dusty planets and dirty war. were it not for the buzzing senate, war was but a distant entertainment. anakin often despised how it made him feel -- overwhelmed, purposeless, angry ( no, no. he tucked that one away. ) instead he thought of how painfully elegant satine looked as he steered her in quite the wrong direction. surely she’d notice, but he counted on her eagerness to escape the monotonous -- if just for a little while.
“ uh, hah. ” he began, “ you’d be. . . surprised. ”
his stride halted a foot before her, two single glances to either side of the hallway and a gentle hand to satine’s inner elbow ( which he let go of rather quickly, suddenly nervous of her reaction to being manhandled ) as he pulled the pair into a yawning opening that revealed the deep Coruscanti purple of the night sky.
“ besides, i don’t think we’ll quite make that meeting. . . assuming i haven’t been presumptuous i thought you could use some time outside of the rotunda. ” with a rather grand motion, he gestures to the now open platform. it garaged a handful of hovercrafts, expensive speeders belonging to the other diplomats and their retinue. he’d taken her here specifically because he knew her own speeder wasn’t on this platform. in fact, he’d made a note months ago that all the fastest speeders were on this floor.
“ take your pick, your grace. ”
shoshana’s character influences.
anne elliot - persuasion, jane austen.
luna lovegood - harry potter.
ophelia - hamlet, william shakespeare.
kira - the dark crystal.
*personals dni!
SHOSHANA TREVELYAN - melancholy lady, herald of andraste. *Note: Their last name is Hansen in any alternate universe outside of Dragon Age: Inquisition.
UNDER CO.
CAPRICORN ☉ / PISCES ☾ / LIBRA ↑ ( DECEMBER TWENTY-FIFTH ) NON-BINARY FEMME PRESENTING ( they/she ) -- feminine nouns okay! HEALER / GARDENER / PROPHET.
NEGATIVE ATTRIBUTES: melancholic, guarded, muddle-headed, repressed, idealistic, dreamy. POSITIVE ATTRIBUTES: compassionate, conscientious, fair, idealistic, kind, logical, faithful.
faceclaims: anya taylor-joy, victoria pedretti.
**trying to replay da:i to solidify their choices.
their background is heavily influenced by ancient norse culture and paganism.
andrastian. although they have familial ties to the chantry, their worship is centered on andraste herself. it is an extremely private part of themselves and not often shared.
sleep is never dreamless. sleep is prophetic. sleep is crowded, colorful, vibrant -- terrifying. glimpses of past, present and future. some gift from some distant bloodline. it seeps into waking life through their fingertips. ↓
