her presence frightens me, like renenutet in human - like form.
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prompt. @soirah. “ i know you for being an unstable person! ”
“ unstable is such an ugly word. ” she finds no need to correct soira. it's true, after all. strange little creature is what the patronesses call her. she's never minded it. hardly many actually know why acts this way, why she puts up this wall that no one except a select few seem to break. sometimes, and only sometimes, even she forgets that she's just putting on a performance for the world. “ you could have used uncanny. eerie. unnatural. strange, even. ” she sighs dramatically, hand on her forehead. “ oh, how you disappoint me. ”
and here they are. it's a little shop that the seer has taken her to. not too quiet and not too loud. she'd seen it on her way to the palace before and it piqued her interest. she sits down at one of the tables and stares blankly at her. it'd seem like such an innocent little look, if it wasn't fareeda. “ i, however, haven't done anything too crazy. ” and then she grins. “ yet. ”
#soirah#⠀⠀›⠀ WRITING⠀...⠀there is no having‚ only a being‚ only a state that craves the last breath.#⠀⠀›⠀ GENERAL FANTASY⠀...⠀is this all you? mysterious and lucid‚ present and absent at once.#hey heh#what is she doing.... what is she planning
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prompt. @heliador. “ come and help me. ”
she drops the pen in her hand. fareeda's been writing again. usually that sentence wouldn't have mattered to her, since she's known for using her free time to write articles for everyone to read. this time, however, it is not the case. this time, she was dreaming again. she was overflowing with the intensity of the open wound in her head. “ my, my. where is all this demanding coming from? ” her head tilts as she says this. fareeda stares at hana and she can feel her eyes still glowing [ not as intense, but the voice is still haunting every bit of her body ]. she can still feel her mind in the other realm as her eyes try to fight to come back to reality.
in the very moment, she wonders how it looks like for others: when there's another vision etched at the back of her throat and no one can hear the screeching that she somehow has to turn into words. “ go on, i can hear you. if you can hear yourself, of course. ” her inauthentic sayings are the only way she can tell people she's fine. or, at least pretend to be. although she can barely keep her head straight to think of something better.
she doesn't speak for a second and then blinks. again and again and again. until all she can see is a blur and then a clear image of the hekau in front of her.
“ so? ” there are no maps in hana's hand, no sacred objects that she holds. her clothes do not carry any weapons other than her usual whip. it's as if fareeda knows nothing and everything at once. a joy from the bottom of her heart. she's delighted after all, excited even. something different was happening here. and then she states the obvious, just to get a response out of her: “ where are aalia and seif? the three of you are usually together when it's related to the usual stuff. ”
#heliador#heliador / hana.#⠀⠀›⠀ WRITING⠀...⠀there is no having‚ only a being‚ only a state that craves the last breath.#⠀⠀›⠀ MAIN⠀...⠀eve watches with her one bloody eye.#hey haha#idk what's happening here i just thought it would be silly <3
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the bear and the nightingale by katherine arden : part one. change pronouns as needed.
what tale will you have tonight?
i will have a story.
are you quite warm?
i've never been colder in my life!
a lot of good magic or miracles did her.
you must come here and help me.
what manner of girl-child comes here, all alone?
your father will be worried.
i was lost.
are you hurt?
how could you frighten us so?
it was very wicked.
tomorrow is soon enough for more talk.
eat and grow strong.
what brings you so far?
either you are a good judge of men, or you are dead.
come and help me.
what are you seeking?
do you wish to stay, then?
it is a hard life we lead here.
wash off the stink.
is she getting worse?
madness is a shameful thing in a line of princes.
i think you have a larger problem.
she cannot fail to be a beauty.
it would be an insult to you.
i would pray for your soul.
this is rotten stuff, already the silver is green around the edges.
you have trespassed on what is mine.
do you think faith will save you?
well, i go where i will.
don't mewl.
you are marked.
you will die.
am i so easily defeated?
what are you doing here?
he is a very fine horse.
i am too old for journeys.
you have taken something that was not given to you.
would you like some bread?
you might grow to love him.
i am going away forever.
i am sorry. it is a hard thing.
i must go and try myself, against the world.
it is a bitter thing to be a father whose sons abandon him.
do not hate me for going.
what lives in the river?
have you been listening to the peasants' stories?
can i help you fish?
who were you talking to?
are you a devil?
i look after the horses.
do they know you're here?
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#⠀⠀›⠀ IMAGE⠀...⠀the place of a prayer is the place of strength renewal.#⠀⠀›⠀ WRITING⠀...⠀there is no having‚ only a being‚ only a state that craves the last breath.#⠀⠀›⠀ HEADCANON⠀...⠀am i the serpent - headed girl? or her endless reflection?#⠀⠀›⠀ STUDY⠀...⠀her rebellion‚ her madness‚ her longing have grown to her to a level of a scream.#⠀⠀›⠀ OUT OF CHARACTER⠀...⠀looking for trouble and if i cannot find it‚ i will create it.#⠀⠀›⠀ PROMPT⠀...⠀you’ll see me tonight in your dreams.#⠀⠀›⠀ DASH GAMES⠀...⠀the difference between prayer and mercy is how you move the tongue.#⠀⠀›⠀ MAIN⠀...⠀eve watches with her one bloody eye.#⠀⠀›⠀ MODERN⠀...⠀and instead of evening prayers‚ i plead with myself.#⠀⠀›⠀ VINCENZO⠀...⠀i looked on the disorder of my mind as sacred. disaster was my god.#⠀⠀›⠀ BUNGOU STRAY DOGS⠀...⠀the stream of a wintry confession: reality is reality.#⠀⠀›⠀ GENERAL FANTASY⠀...⠀is this all you? mysterious and lucid‚ present and absent at once.
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the horrors may be unrelenting but motherfucker so am i!
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#ALICE: MADNESS RETURNS : ( some triggering content may be present ! change pronouns to suit. )
back to admire your handiwork? returning to the scene of the crime?
there’s an infinite amount of hope, but not for us!
wonderland has become quite strange. how is one to find her way?
what you claim not to know is merely what you’ve denied.
i was expecting someone else!
the real world is not so “wonderful”. you’ll need to grow up.
don’t piss on what’s right and owing to me!
is sanity required for the job?
the uninformed must improve their deficit, or die
a reflection sometimes exposes more reality than the object it echoes.
i can’t say i’m surprised you’ve been incarcerated in the asylum again.
a good guest does not overstay, a perfect guest stays home!
only a few find the way, some don’t recognize it when they do—some don’t ever want to…
why would i do that?
problems you refuse to deal with don’t exist! you deny reality!
i’ve not come back here looking for a fight.
you shouldn’t ask questions you know the answer to, it’s not polite.
who set that bloody train in motion? where has it come from?
i’d like to forget what you did. i’ve tried, but i can’t.
there is no method in this madness!
don’t try to bully me. i’m very much on edge!
my alabaster skin needs protection from the disgusting creatures running amok amidst the environs.
only the insane equate pain with success.
you allow others to tell you what isn’t real.
what does she know that i don’t?
you look decent enough. but appearances deceive.
where should i go, then? what should i do?
another day, a different dream perhaps.
time changes us all.
choose your battles wisely.
my head’s exploded and there’s a steam hammer in my chest!
one can’t always do as one would like. i would have thought you’d know that by now.
i’ve managed without you so far.
i’ll frighten myself when necessary, thank you very much.
i know you for being an unstable and violent person!
only fools believe that suffering is just wages for being different.
my memories make me vomit.
we can’t go home again.
you don’t know your own mind!
we’re at risk here. you, be on your guard.
recovering the truth is worth the suffering.
you’re as randomly lethal and entirely confused as you ever were.
authority must be obeyed, or it must be overthrown!
you’re a killer! the mastermind of a criminal enterprise.
i know i’m guilty of something, but punishment hardly ever suits the victims of a crime.
the only way in is through me. sacrifices must be made.
everything is better with bacon, don’t you agree?
the world is upside-down.
you’ve recaptured your vagrant memories. what are you doing with them?
i’ll call if i need you.
a secret is only a secret when it is unspoken to another.
it’s not a dream. it’s a… memory. and it makes me sick!
you’ve used me and abused me, but you will not destroy me!
i think you’re more to their taste.
what? there’s no hope, then?
the cost of forgetting is high.
if fear paralyzes you… we’re lost.
make your survival mean something, or we are all doomed!
memories must be strictly managed, unproductive ones must be eliminated.
i was hoping to escape all that!
i’m not insane! i didn’t kill my family. i am fine. i’m not mad. i am innocent, i mean, not guilty!
different denotes neither bad nor good, but it certainly means not the same.
this is good for me.
ah it’s you again
my wonderland is shattered. it’s dead to me.
forgetting pain is convenient, remembering it: agonizing.
who knows how to measure rules?
i’m in hell!
i know their pain.
i may survive here, but you’re finished!
is there really so little hope?
i’ll show you the meaning of “sacrifice!”
every picture tells a story. sometimes we don’t like the ending. sometimes we don’t understand it.
if i had the time, i’d detail how often you prefer dealing with illusions rather than the real thing.
not all change is good!
who benefits from your madness?
forgetting’s just forgetting, except when it’s not. then they call it something else.
i believe i know that way and i’d rather not travel further along it.
cynicism is a disease!
my professional opinion? madness is often a treatable disease, though perhaps not in this case.
the past must be paid for.
is it mad to pray for better hallucinations?
memory is a curse more often than a blessing.
at least the place i’ve landed is somewhat familiar
i know what’s real!
i’d hoped you were more courageous!
shame on you. you made a promise!
every adventure requires a first step. trite, but true, even here.
you’re a distant and stubborn child, too content in your own world.
i deserve consideration, don’t i?
you did a few errands, got your hands dirty. big deal.
abandon that hope!
i’d need a better reason to respond than what’s currently on offer!
“cruel to be kind”, that’s my technique as they say.
come to receive your punishment then?
threats, promises and good intentions don’t amount to action.
when you’re not on edge, you’re taking up too much space.
those who witness abuse without seeking retribution for the harm pay a penalty.
can you give me more than a warning?
“flight or fight” implies a permanent choice, but “flight” often just means putting the fight off to another day.
i want to forget! who would choose to be alone, imprisoned by their broken memories?
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OH MY GOD SINGLE BLOG FAREEDA IS BACK im being so polite and normal abt it
YESSSSSSS i am not being polite and normal about it <3 i am going crazy and stupid
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BARKING
HEHEHEHE
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𝙸 𝙰𝙼 𝙰 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙿𝙷𝙴𝚃 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙰 𝚂𝙺𝙴𝙿𝚃𝙸𝙲. highly selective & mutuals only FAREEDA AHMED, an original character of original lore. inspired by egyptian mythology, diving into the genres of horror, fantasy and crime. mature & triggering topics present. extremely sporadic activity. written by inaya ( she / they / he, twenty seven ). CARRD. MULTIMUSE.
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