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𝙋𝙍𝙐𝘿𝙀𝙉𝘾𝙀 𝙑𝘼𝙉 𝙃𝙊𝙇𝙏 𝙋𝙍𝙄𝙑𝘼𝙏𝙀 𝙄𝙉𝙑𝙀𝙎𝙏𝙄𝙂𝘼𝙏𝙊𝙍 oh, my darling, my darling, forgive me; i’m going to cause you quite a lot of pain.

[prudnces]

( 𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒 & 𝚌𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎 ) + you know 𝘗𝘙𝘜𝘋𝘌𝘕𝘊𝘌 𝘝𝘈𝘕 𝘏𝘖𝘓𝘛, the 25 year-old 𝘗𝘙𝘐𝘝𝘈𝘛𝘌 𝘐𝘕𝘝𝘌𝘚𝘛𝘐𝘎𝘈𝘛𝘖𝘙 that has lived in eldstead 𝘚𝘌𝘝𝘌𝘕 𝘠𝘌𝘈𝘙𝘚? i heard she has a tendency to be 𝘙𝘌𝘚𝘖𝘜𝘙𝘊𝘌𝘍𝘜𝘓, 𝘐𝘕𝘛𝘌𝘕𝘛𝘐𝘖𝘕𝘈𝘓, 𝘋𝘐𝘚𝘖𝘉𝘌𝘋𝘐𝘌𝘕𝘛 & 𝘚𝘜𝘙𝘓𝘠. the 𝘛𝘈𝘜𝘙𝘜𝘚 has equipped 𝘒𝘌𝘠 in time for the full moon.

HI i’m hero, 22, i lov horror movies and no longer have a shudder subscription :pensive: normally i do these on google docs but i’m lazy and prue is Incredibly New so i’m still trying to get the hang of things

name: prudence van holt  nicknames: prue, p age: 25 gender: cis woman pronouns: she/her d.o.b.: april 23, 1995 zodiac: taurus sexual orientation: homosexual homoromantic mbti: isfj - the protector character inspo: wynonna earp, veronica mars, prudence halliwell (mayb i took the name don’t look @ me) aesthetics: a steaming mug of black coffee, deep green woollen sweaters, golden rings and necklaces adorning her, a camera hanging around her neck, the mist of the morning, a deer grazing in the forest, the heavy thud of boots against old hardwood, a grandfather clock striking the witching hour

HISTORY

triggers: child abandonment, car accident (drunk driving), death

prudence van holt’s birth is a mystery-- all she knows is she was dropped off at the fire station in a town outside of seattle, the only identification a baby blanket with her name on it. 

she ends up being adopted by a couple, the van holts, who always wanted multiple kids but could not after their first, a boy. 

growing up, she’s always been a little shit. she doesn’t mean to be. she just has an insatiable curiosity, sticking her nose in other’s businesses, finding lost things, she had a strange knack for it. it got her into a lot of trouble, children had no business sticking their nose into adults’ things. 

her brother never really liked her-- he always resented the fact their parents brought her home, took her in, when they already had a perfectly fine child needing attention. petty things, except it’s sparked a life long sibling rivalry that runs deep. 

it’s a pretty uneventful childhood, her parents are good people, they provide for her, and support her, despite her troublesome antics. 

she’s always been a lonely child, she’s never had the easiest time making friends, so she’s spent a lot of her time exploring the woods near her home. 

she’s thirteen when she discovers her mother, whom she always has written off as simply eccentric, is more than that-- she’s a witch. and a good one, too. her book club meetings she’s often privvy to walking through is more than that, it’s her coven. 

so of course, prue wants in-- how can she not? it’s a whole new world, working under her mother’s wing, driving a wedge further between herself and her brother. she tells her to be careful, to watch her back, that there’s bad people who want to do bad things with the power they wield. it instills a deeper ideal of trust no one in prudence-- one that sticks with her to this day.

and she’s dedicated to the craft! she takes time to learn the different meanings and uses of herbs, flowers, etc., makes potions, cast spells-- perhaps sometimes for personal gain, but she’s dedicated herself to using them to help others. 

she sort of becomes a private investigator in high school, not on purpose, but a friend tasks her to find out if her boyfriend is cheating on her, so tails him, catches him in the act-- gives him a little hex for good measure. 

it becomes a thing, people need something found? they go to her. think their partner is fooling around? they go to her. and she delivers, all with a little touch of magic. eventually, she wants to go deeper, take on more serious cases, but alas she’s only a teenager. 

sike! that doesn’t stop her. and as much as she hates cops, she has an in at the department through her father, so soon she’s not so legally trying to solve murders. 

and that’s all fine and dandy, until just a month shy of her eighteenth birthday, and two months before she graduates from high school, her parents get into a car accident coming home from a meeting one night. a drunk driver swerves into their side of the road, hitting them head on. neither survive. 

it’s that that has her change her mind about college, why go to college when she already knows what she wants to do? life is fleeting, and she’s hurting, so she graduates, and moves to eldstead, a town an hour and half away from her own home. it’s not a big change, but enough for her to have a fresh start. 

she knows something is different about the storm when it hits, that it brought about something... destructive. and she’s inclined to get to the bottom of all of it. it’s in her nature-- she has to snoop. 

she runs her own private investigation that used to serve eldstead and the surrounding area, but now it’s simply eldstead. she makes her own hours, and works alone, because she prefers it that way. 

PERSONALITY 

she’s really closed off-- she prefers to be alone, because of the shit she’s seen, and the people in her life, she just expects to be let down. 

when you first meet her, there’s a chance she’s just going to brush you off. she’s not exactly the friendliest person out there? 

will she be an asshole for the sake of being an asshole? no. absolutely not. but she is unflinchingly honest about her observations, and that doesn’t always go over well. 

very much a ‘do the thing first, ask for forgiveness later type of person’-- doesn’t have a lot of regard for rules that aren’t her own. (*dw voice* that sign can’t stop me bc i can’t read!)

if u do manage to be friends with her, she’s got ur mf back she’s unflinchingly loyal and if you break her trust, you’re pretty much dead to her lol 

TIDBITS 

she has a black cat (wow a witch with a black cat...... groundbreaking) named inkblot (creative, rly), nicknamed inky like the pacman ghost

surprisingly high alcohol tolerance, loves 2 go for a beer or a whiskey at the end of a long day 

lives in cableknit sweaters-- this is the pnw i mean a bitch be cold 

doesn’t really date? she came out when she was 16, and there’s been a couple relationships, but they never really pan out-- it’s always because of her. she doesn’t know how to open up 

swears a lot 

has a pretty good understanding of basic hand to hand combat just in case perps get a little rowdy, took boxing classes for abt 4 years? 

probably an elderly person when it comes to social media, kinda likes to keep a low profile but she also posts a shit ton of pictures of her cat 

INCREDIBLY good at finding lost things-- keys, phones, dogs, u name it she just knows-- and she doesnt know if its the intuition that comes from being a witch or just herself 

prob should join a coven, but shes a lone wolf awoo

prob barks at men idk 

lives off of black coffee, doesn’t rly sleep 

has multiple ear piercings and a couple tattoos but she usually keeps them hidden 

WANTED CONNECTIONS

informant - she gets information from them for her cases, they got a p good grasp 

someone she’s solved a case for - p self explanatory, now they’re friendly enough, or perhaps she couldn’t stand them and did it for the money 

someone who wants to be her friend but she’s weary - tbh shes weary of everybody 

coven adjacent - another witch, maybe theyre trying to get her to band together with them 

drinking buddy - they meet at the bar and shoot the shit 

opposites attract - friend who is nothing like them! but still hangs around! 

someone she feels like she has 2 protect - for whatever reason, even tho they can prob take care of themselves, prue is super fkn protective of them 

a genuine friend - yeah she just needs one idk she’s doing her best 

ex (f/nb) - someone she dated for a little bit but they broke up because of prue’s inability to open tf up 

fwb (f/nb) - ? maybe we all got needs, and she’s not looking for a relationship

attraction (f/nb) - there’s tension and neither know why! 

rival - to paraphrase a tumblr post what is a rival if not a crush you’re unhappy abt 

pure of heart, dumb of ass and lesbian - i just love this trope 

sibling like - someone who she genuinely sees as a younger/older sibling... goes to them for shit... protects them

frenemies - theyre not rly friends but they dont entirely hate each other either? 

tbh anything 

[murdock]

I still maintain that he kicked himself in the balls.

[prudnces]

hardtvmes​:

    DELILAH WAS QUIETING HUMMING TO HERSELF, one arm keeping her head up in the air as the pages fell in between her fingers. it was a quiet day at the library; shelves were organised to her liking, and hidden behind a book cover slip of a true crime novel, was another novel lila had bought online about the theory of shifting. it had been two years and she was still quietly unsettled by the ordeal. it was a late reaction as eyes flickered towards the front entrance as they noticed a figure wander through, hastily shoving the book underneath the counter. “ hey, sorry i didn’t see you there- did you need help at all? finding a book, cup of shitty tea from the backroom? the whole place is pretty much yours. ” @eldopens​

PRUDENCE USES THE LIBRARY A SURPRISING AMOUNT. usually to piece together records for cases. this time is no different, as she steps through the doors to the place and waits patiently for the other to notice she’s there. “hi,” she greets her, noting the hastiness at which the other removes the book. what was she hiding? “uh-- i need to access your microfiche of old newspapers,” she tells her. “i’ve been here before-- i dunno if you remember me.” she’s sure she’s seen the other plenty of times. “i know how it works and all, too, so, uh, yeah. is that alright?”  

[dailypedretti]

Victoria Pedretti Talks Season Two Of The Hit Netflix Series “You”

[prudnces]

luring-violetbeck​:

Status: Open @eldopens​

Fuck. The man that Violet had been chasing after had made a run for it, and Violet couldn’t even think there goes my food without wondering if they had hid their face well enough to escape whatever that man could say about his encounters. Before they knew it, that man could be reporting the whole thing to Nightwatch.

Okay, don’t panic. He doesn’t know. You’re fine.

Except they weren’t fine, because they were out of food, and they couldn’t go to bed hungry again. They spun the way opposite the direction the man was headed, hoping to come across something much easier.

So they wandered back into town and slumped against the wall of the nearest building, appearing to need to pass out, lazily looking at any onlooker who looked like they might be able to help.

SHE’S ON HER WAY HOME from the bar when she spots violet slumped against the wall. always caught between nosy and letting things be, she can’t help but hesitate on her way by them. should she stop and help? see if they’re alright? prudence thinks that’s the right thing to do-- always going and making other people’s business hers’. she stops in front of them, glancing towards them. “whoa-- are you alright?” she asks, she thinks she can piece together what has happened if she intuits it. “you look like you’re about to pass out,” she notes, maintaining a distance just in case. she doesn’t quite trust people, but it didn’t mean she didn’t want to help.

[prudnces]

tcrotcard​:

@prudnces​

at this point, he was just fucking sick of it. he didn’t even talk to his dad anymore ! what would following him around do ?! he turned around, his very peaceful walk holding his coffee clearly interrupted. so much for alone time before his shift that night. “are you looking for something in particular? waiting for me to throw my cup away so you can take it and get a swab of my dna? ‘cause if you want me to spit at you, it’s kinda kinky, but i’ll do it.”

SHE’S BEEN BUILDING A CASE FILE AGAINST HIS FATHER for a few months now, because every time she finds one thing, there’s just another piece that pops up. going deeper and deeper. if she can expose one crooked man, she’s at least doing something. “forensics isn’t in my budget,” she deadpans, arms folding across her chest. “and believe it or not, i’m not actually here for you. strange how two people can exist in the same place, huh?” she shoots towards him, gruffly. “you won’t talk, so i’m not trying.” it’s said to placate, but she’s always forming plans in her head. 

[prudnces]

elliotxpriestley​:

he wouldn’t say he was a pro, but by now, after having skated for his whole life, he could say he was pretty good. which is why he rarely ever wore protection when he grabbed his skateboard and rode it across some of the steep streets of eldstead. a big mistake that evening, it seemed, because almost out of nowhere, a new hole in the middle of the street had popped up, surprising him as he went the fastest, sending him flying over a few feet. he cursed, hoping nobody had seen him but in a town like this, there was always somebody watching. elliot sighed, as he dragged himself (and his now broken in half skateboard) to the sidewalk where he checked for bruises. “oh– shit–” he exhaled when he reached his elbow, just then noticing somebody hovering over him. “it’s not as bad as it looks, i’m just really pale. makes the red pop.” || @eldopens​

PRUE JUST HAPPENS TO BE COMING BACK from a meeting with a client, one where you wrap things up, when she catches the complete wipeout of elliot. her protectiveness kicking into gear as she makes a beeline towards him, approaching him with a concern only reserved for him. elliot was one of the few who she genuinely cared for, their bond akin to siblings more than friends. they were more alike than either seemed to realize. “bullshit,” she says, eyeing the wound on his arm. “that looks pretty nasty, dude. we should get you cleaned up.” it’s not deep enough for stitches, but she’s sure it’ll leave an ugly scab. “otherwise, that shit’ll get infected. come on, tony hawk.” she gestures to follow her, her apartment not far away. “the real evil in this place seems to be the potholes, huh?”

[prudnces]

evilrelay​:

“D’you find weed just isn’t what it used to be? Just makes me feel like I’ve got a layer of menthol moisturizer lathered all over my body, barely noticeable because it’s started to sink in,” Dante observed, offering the joint he was smoking in the shadows of an alleyway next to Eld’s Spot pub. It was a common place for smokers to gather outside of the establishment, away from the sidewalk and far enough from the signs that made them feel confident they wouldn’t be scolded for smoking near a business. “I’m probably being too harsh. It does the job.”

SOMETIMES, SHE NEEDED A SMOKE. it was a vice that she didn’t quite like, but it didn’t happen enough for her to kick it. it was only after long days that she’d bum one from someone to get the nicotine rush. she hasn’t even lit the cigarette when he initiates a conversation. she wasn’t expecting him to speak up, she thought it was simply going to be two people minding their business, going about their night. “can’t say i have a strong opinion either way,” she says, with a shrug, patting her pockets for the lighter she always keeps on hand. she’s not a big weed smoker, another thing she will partake in from time to time, but she’s not big on relinquishing control. she shakes her head at the offer, finally producing the lighter. “maybe you’re just smoking shitty weed,” she suggests. 

[prudnces]

deathlcss​:

the book he’s reading is paint by numbers literature, formulaic to a fault, but holden’s happy to have something to run his mind over as he sits in a corner of the bar that light can reach but not fully saturate. there is a drink in front of him that he didn’t order, and if he weren’t living in this strange half-state he’d think someone had left it there when he wasn’t paying attention, but now he’s wondering if it’s a phantom beverage, if it’s something that was there the night he died and it’s here to remind him. as he’s mulling this over, someone takes a seat beside him, looking very much like they don’t even know he’s there. he makes himself pointedly visible, half hoping that when they glance up they’ll be startled enough to fall out of their chair.

SHE DOESN’T SEE HIM AT FIRST, he’s right. she simply is the kind of person who gravitates towards the sides, placing herself in a position where she can see the whole room. it’s a habit, a sign of absolute distrust, to watch her back. but clearly, it’s an off night, because when holden materializes, she startles, slightly. letting out a sharp exhale, she brings a hand to her chest, the other wrapped around the pint she has just ordered. “jesus, fuck, man,” she says, narrowing her eyes at him. holden, while not friends she supposes, is one of the few she’s friendly with. a feat in of itself. “did you do that on purpose?” she asks, scoffing. if it was anyone else, she probably would have swung. 

[femaledaily]

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