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chaakjigar · 4 years ago

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Tera Johar He Noori, Paak Hai Tu

Farogh-e-Deeda-e-Aflaak Hai Tu

Tere Saidhe Zaboo Aa-Farishta-o-hoor

Kay Shaheen-e-Shahe Lo-Laak Hai Tu

The crux of your creation is Noor (light), You are pure

Heavenly eyes want to see your progress

Angels and Beautiful Maidens are for you

You are an Eagle of God's Beloved (Shah) the owner of lo-laak (realm where no one can go)

Hakimi Nay Musalmani Khudi Ki

Kalimi Ramz-e-Pinhani Khudi Ki

Tujhe Gur Fakr-o-Shahi Ka Bata Doon

Ghareebi Mein Nigehbani Khudhi Ki

Wisdom is when Khudi reaches climax and becomes Muslim

Hidden secret to Khudi is when one can start talking with God

Let me tell you the secret of poverty and richness

In poverty you be guardian of Khudi

Dyar-e-Ishq Mein Apna Maqaam Paida Ker

Set your own standard in the realm of love!

(Create a place for thyself in the realm of love;)

Zindagani Hai Sadaf Qatra-e-Nesa Hai Khudhi

Woh Sadaf Kya Ke Jo Qatre Ko Gohar Ker Na Sakay

Life is like an Oyster Seashell, Khudi is a droplet of irritant

What's the worth of an Oyster Seashell? If it cant create a Pearl from an irritant

(Foreign irritants stimulates nacre production within Oyster Seashell to create a Pearl)

Ho Agar Khudnegaro, Khudgaro, Khudgeer Khudi

Yeh Bhi Mumkin Hai Ke Tu Mout Se Bhi Mar Na Sakay

If Khudi is under these qualities "Self vigilance", "Self molding", "Self Critical"

Then Its possible that even death cant kill you

Dyar-e-Ishq Mein Apna Maqaam Paida Ker

Set your own standard in the realm of love!

(Create a place for thyself in the realm of love;)

Khudi Ki Jalwatoon Mein Mustafai

Khudi Ki Khalwatoon Mein Kibriai

Zameeno Asmano Arsh-o-Kursi

Khudi Ki Zud Mein He Saari Khudai

When Khudi is apparent then its Prophet-hood

When Khudi is hidden then its Divine

Earth, Skies, Heaven and Throne

Way to God is in the grip of Khudi

Deikh, Apna Maqaam Paida Ker

Look!...Set your own standard

Tere Seene Mein Daam He, Dil Nahi Hai

Tera Daam Garmian Mehfil Nahin Hai

Guzar Ja Aqal Se Agay, Ke Yeh Noor

Charagh-e-Raah He Hai, Manzil Nahin Hai

In your chest is heartbeat, but no passion no emotions

Your heartbeat is not capable to stir up or warm-up the congregation

Go beyond the realm of logic, that this light (Noor)

Is a light to a path, but its not final destination

Deikh, Apna Maqaam Paida Ker

Look!...Set your own standard

Phir Charagh-e-Lala Se Roshan Hoay Koh-o-Daman

Mujh Ko Phir Naghmon Pe Uqsanay Laga Murgh-e-Chaman

Apne Mun Mein Doob Ker Baja Suragh-e-Zindagi

Tu Agar Mera Nahi Banta Na Bun... Apna To Bun

Then, Tulips Blossoming have brought life to Mountains and Valleys

Seeing this scenery and Birds singing; its tempting me to sing as well

Dive within yourself and find the secret of life

If you dislike following me, then don't! but at least listen to your own self

Mun Ki Dunya Mun Ki Dunya Sooz-o-Masti Jazb-o-Shouq

Tan Ki Dunya Tun Ki Dunya Sood-o-Sauda Makr-o-Fun

Mun Ki Doulat Haath Aati Hai To Phir Jaati Nahi

Tan Ki Daulat Chaaon Hai Aata Hai Dhan Jata Hai Dhan

Inward world is feelings-emotions, and passion-interests

Outward world is bargain-dealings, and deception-art

When one attains inward wealth then one never looses it

Outward wealth is like a shadow, Money comes and goes

Mun Ki Dunya Mein Na Paya Mein Ne Afrangi Ka Raaj

Mun Ki Dunya Mein Na Dekhe Mein Ne Shaikh-o-Brahman

Paani Paani Ker Gayi Mujh Ko Qalandar Ki Yeh Baat

Tu Jhuka Jab Ghair Ke Agay Na Mun Tera Na Tan

In inward world I don't find the throne of Britishers

In inward world I didn't find Sheikhs nor Brahmins

This message of saint made me humble and brought humility

When you protest in front of others you lose both inner and outer world

Abb to, Apna Maqaam Paida Ker

At least Now!...Set your own standard

Nahin Tera Nashemen Qasr-e-sultani Ke Gumbat Per

Tu Shaheen He Basera Ker Paharon Ki Chatano Mein

Your abode is not on the domes and palaces of sultans

You are an Eagle, traverse and dwell through the heights of mountains

(You were not made to take things lightly and relax, you were made to face challenges head-on and overcome them)

Apna Maqaam Paida Ker

Set your own standard

Khudi Mein Gum He Khudai, Talaash Ker Ghafil

Yehi He Tere Leyee Abb Salah-e-Kaar Ki Raah

Hadith-e-Dil Kisi Darwaish Bay-Qaleem Se Pooch

Khuda Kere Tujhe Tere Maqam Se Agah

Path to God is hidden in Khudi, Find it! Oh the one who has neglected

This is now the way of your salvation and reawakening

Ask the one who has achieved contentment about situation of his heart

I pray that God makes you aware of your true status

Apna Maqaam Paida Ker

Set your own standard

Nigah-e-Fakr Mein Shaan-e-Sikandri Kya Hai

Khiraj Ki Jo Gadda Ho Woh Qaisri Kya Hai

Buttoan Se Tujh Ko Umeedain Khuda Se Na Umeedi

Mujhe Bataa To Sahih Aur Kaafri Kya Hai

In the eyesight of Fakr (contentment) what is the glory of Alexander?

What is that Cesar? Who is begging and is in need of taxation from his subjects

You have tied your hopes with Idols, and from God you have no hope or expectations

Tell me!! what could be more infidelity/disbelief than this?

Faqat Nigah Se Hota He Faisla Dil Ka

Na Ho Nigah Mein Shokhi To Dill Barri Kya Hai

Kise Nahin He Tamana-e-Sarwari Laikin

Khudi Ki Moat Ho Jis Mein Woh Sarwari Kya Hai

Only! Just Through eyesight a decision of heart is made

But if eyesight doesn’t have sharpness then what is the value of power of attraction

Who doesn’t yearn for superiority, leadership, upper status? But

What is superiority, leadership, and upper status if it means that your Khudi is dead in the process?

Apna Maqaam Paida Ker

Set your own standard

Khudhi Ko Ker Buland Itna Ke Her Taqdeer Se Pehle

Khuda Bande Se Khud Pochay Bata Teri Raza Kya Hai

Raise your rank so high that before destiny is decided

God himself asks you "What is your Will?"

Apna Maqaam Paida Ker

Set your own standard

Galla To Ghoant Dia Ahl-e-Madrassa Ne Tera

Kahan Se Ayae Sadda La Ilah Ill Lallah

The inhabitants of madrassah have choked your throat

Now from where will come the voice of La Ilah Ill Lallah?

Apna Maqaam Paida Ker

Set your own standard

Her Shay Musaafi Her Cheez Raahi

Kya Chand Tare Kya Murgh-o-Maahi

Everything is traveling, on a journey; everything is bound to perish

What moon? What birds?

Kuch Qadar Apni Tu Ne Na jaani

Yeh Be-Sawaadi Yeh Kam Nigahi

Peere-Haram Ko Daikha Hai Mein Ne

Qirdar Be-Soaz Guftar Wahi

Some of it is your fault; that you have not yet realized your value

This life void of spark and purpose, This lack of foresight and under sightedness

I have seen the guardian of Harem (referring to vast majority of Mullah and clergy)

In character there is no attraction, and speech is useless vain talk

Daikh…Apna Maqaam Paida Ker

Look!....Set your own standard

Dil-e-Toor-e-Seena-o-Faaraan Do Neem

Tajali Ka Phir Muntazir He Qaleem

Musalmaan He Tawheed Mein Garam Joash

Magar Dil Abhi Taak He Zunaar Poash

Cut open is the heart of Sinai and Faran,

And Moses waits for a renewed appearance of God

Muslim passionately says that God is One!

But his heart is Still a heathen caught up in idol rituals:

Tamadun, Taswauf, Shariat, Kallam

Buttaan-e-Ajam ke poojari tamamm

Haqeeqat Khurafat Mein Kho Gayee

Yeh Ummat Rawaiat Mein Kho Gayee

In culture, mysticism, canon law, And dialectical theology

He worships idols of non-Arab make.

The truth has been lost in absurdities,

And in traditions is this ummah rooted still.

(The truth was lost in trifles, vain disputes

And the nation was lost in conventions and traditions)

Daikh, Apna Maqaam Paida Ker

Look!....Set your own standard

Lubhata He Dil Ko Qalam-e-Khateeb

Magar Lazzat-e-Shoaq Se Be-Naseeb

Bayan Uss Ka Mantak Se Suljha Hooa

Lughat Ke Bakheron Mein Uljha Hooa

The speaker’s (Khateeb-Mullah) rhetoric is Enchanting,

But is devoid of passion

His speech is clothed in neat logic

But lost in a maze of words

Woh Sufi Ke Tha Khidmat-e-Haq Mein Mard

Muhbat me Yakta; Hamiat Mein Fard

The sufi, was unique in the love of truth,

Unique in the love of God, and in devotion

Ajam Ke Khialiat Mein Kho Gya

Yeh Saaliq Maqamat Mein Kho Gya

Bujhi Ishq Ki Aag Andhair He

Musalmaan Nahin Raakh Ka Dhair Hai

He got lost in foreign ideas

He was lost in the hierarchic ranks

The fire of love is extinguished

Muslim is no more he is a heap of ashes

Apna Maqaam Paida Ker

Set your own standard

Shrab-e-Kohan Phir Pila Sa Kia

Wohi Jam Gardish Mein La Sa Kia

Mujhe Ishq Ke Pur Laga Ker Ura

Meri Khaq Jugnoo Bana Ker Ura

O Saqi (O God's Beloved)! Give me the old wine again(Intoxication of Tawhid)!

Let the potent cup go round!

Let me soar on the wings of love

Make my dust bright and fly

Hari Shaakh Millat Tere Num Se Hay

Nafas Iss Badan Mein Tere Dam Se Hai

Tarapne Pharakne ki Taufeeq De

Dil-e-Murtaza Soaz-e-Siddiq de

You are the one that can provide nourishment to this nation

You are the one that can sustain it

Make them alive, restless, stir them shake them up

Give them Ali’s heart; give them Siddiq’s passion;

Jiggar Se Wohi Teer Phir Paar Ker

Tamana Ko Seeno Mein Bedaar Ker

Tere Asmanoo Ke Taroan Ki Khair

Zameeno ke Shab Zinda-Daron Ki khair

Let the same old love pierce their hearts;

Awaken in them a burning zeal, will, determination;

Let the stars throw down their spears,

And let the earth’s dwellers tremble

Jawanao Ko Soaz-e-Jigar Baksh De

Mera Ishq Meri Nazar Baksh De

Give the young a passion that consumes;

Give them my vision, my love of God;

Apna Maqaam Paida Ker

Set your own standard

Dyar-e-Ishq Mein Apna Maqaam Paida Ker

Naya Zamana Nayae Subho Shaam Paida Ker

Create a place for thyself in the realm of love;

Create a new age, new days and nights.

Khuda Agar Dil-e-Fitrat Shinaas De Tujhko

Sukoot-e-Laalaa-o-Gul Se Kalaam Paida Kar

Mein Shaakh Taak Hoon Meri Nazar He Mera Samar

Mere Samar Se Naye la-lafam Paida Ker

If God grants you a heart of nature that can understand nature (fitrah),

Create poetry(talking Kalaam) from the silence of Tulips and roses.

My ghazal is the essence of my life-blood,

Create thy elixir of life out ‘of this essence.

Mera Tareek Ameeri Nahi Faqeeri Hai

My ways are not wealth but poverty (contentment),

Na Momin He Na Momin Ki Ameeri

Raha Sufi Gayee Roshan Zameeri

Khuda Se Phir Wohi Qalb-o-Nazar Maang

Nahin Mumkin Ameeri Be Faqeeri

Neither there is a Muslim (Believer) nor his power/wealth remains;

The Sufi has outlived his radiant soul;

Ask God for the heart and soul of men of the past (righteous generations),

Become a fakir (contentment), first! to regain your lost power/wealth.

Mera Tareek Ameeri Nahi Faqeeri Hai

Khudi Na Baich Ghareebi Mein Naam Paida Kar

My ways are not wealth but poverty (contentment),

Do not sell selfhood, create honor in poverty.

(My way of life is poverty (contentment), not the pursuit of wealth)

(Barter not thy Selfhood; win a name in adversity)

Dyar-e-Ishq Mein Apna Maqaam Paida Ker

Naya Zamana Nayae Subho Shaam paida ker

Create a place for thyself in the realm of love;

Create a new age, new days and nights.

-Allama Iqbal

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ddomesticfucker · 4 years ago

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Hello, hello! Welcome to the RP blog for my Resident Evil Village OC, Vulga. I'm very bad at formatting stuff on mobile when it comes to links and pages and all that, so I am just going to do my best to summarize Vulga effectively here and list my rules! Otherwise, I highly recommend checking out this blog on desktop or at least Chrome, if possible ;_; You can add /vulga or /mun at the end of my url in Chrome to get to the relevant pages. Thank you!

RULES:

I am 23, and so this blog is 18+ with 18+ themes, like blood, gore, body horror, death, the typical RE treatment. I'm unsure if I'm willing to do public NSFW at this time but if I do, I would rather the other RPer be at least 19+. DO NOT even try it with me if you are a minor. I am mostly fine with regular RP with minors.

NO BIGOTS OR FREAKS. That means racists, anti-LGBTQ, p*dos, inc*st, r*pe, abuse, fetishization, any of that shit--if you share those views or sexualize these things I am blocking your ass immediately. Begone.

Don't be shy to hit me up!! This game is the first thing that's even slightly motivated me to get back into the Tumblr RPC for two years and I'm super eager to interact with all you folks! I will RP with almost anyone and any character, literate or no, whatever! I'm open to everything!

My activity on here will also be tentative as I struggle with very poor mental health ;; i apologize for any long bouts of absence!

Now for the lady of the hour herself: the maiden Vulga.

VULGA, a young woman standing at about 5'2 in stature, of unknown exact age or origin (she will never give specifics, only that she’s in her 20s and from 'somewhere') who appears to work within the walls of Castle Dimitrescu as a maiden…or something like that.

Vulga is not a human, and this will become very apparent to anyone who spends about five minutes around her. Her pupils are slit like a cat’s, she has strangely shaped, fanged teeth, and the uncanny (and frankly disgusting) ability to dislocate, break and even shatter her own bones in order to fit into certain positions, nooks or crannies. Basically, what I’m saying is that if you have ever seen the 2018 remake of Suspiria, and you find yourself haunted by that one scene, then you have the right idea. Among her other abilities are slightly increased movement speed and the ability to make very high or long jumps. It is unclear, even to Vulga herself, what she truly is, and she along with others will have to dig to find out all of the facts of her life and background. What is important is that she came from a large isolated community of people just like her.

While physically she may seem rather unremarkable, with her short stature and brown hair, it is Vulga’s personality that truly shines–or, for some, may be considered the true test of perseverance. To explain most simply, she is some form of chaotic neutral. She is sneaky, tricky, overdramatic and smooth-talking, not often serious in nature unless angered (and be sure to steer clear of that temper). She is an extrovert and loves meeting all of the new people around Castle Dimitrescu and the village. She also loves to mess with, pester and manipulate them, as well as get a little too close to their personal belongings when they aren't looking. Keep an eye on your precious treasures when she's around, and triple check all locks. Vulga is to a large extent self-serving, and is always seeking her own morally dubious forms of entertainment. However, while Vulga is definitely the mischievous type, don't let her weird exterior fool you; she is more than capable of behaving genuinely and forming true bonds with others, even if she refuses to admit it. She is eternally curious (and nosy) and loves to learn, even if nothing is in it for her. She holds a great amount of respect towards Alcina and has travelled all the way to Romania to find a real purpose, a life outside her commune with others who have aberrations similar to her's, not just to harass the townsfolk: she is a talented cleaner, gardener, decorator, organizer and artist, and she sees herself as a worthy addition to the Castle's staff for these reasons.

Vulga is thin and lanky. She has hazel eyes, shaggy cropped dark brown hair, slightly pointed ears, a long nose and stern eyebrows. She is a cisgender sapphic bisexual.

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vulpesse-arc · 4 years ago

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THE POSITIVE & NEGATIVE; Mun & Muse - Meme.

fill out & repost ♥ This meme definitely favors canons more, but I hope OC’s still can make it somehow work with their own lore, and lil’ fandom of friends & mutuals. Multi-Muses pick the muse you are the most invested in atm.

tagged by: stolen :) tagging: @scendant , @verumking , @sunszenith , @blackedsun , @saigeonmain , @quartlet , @shadowhelmed , @hotman , @devilglow , @drivenchaos , @re-no , @ladyfortunes , @cchilyoja , @quartlet , @deathboundinautumn , @ioniacriminal , anyone else who might like to do this :)

MY MUSE IS: canon / oc / au / slightly canon-divergent / fandomless / complicated.

IS YOUR CHARACTER POPULAR IN THE FANDOM? YES / NO. [ She is mayhap one of the most famous characters in the entire franchise as well as one of the oldest and who has suffered the most because of the fandom’s misconceptions. ]

IS YOUR CHARACTER CONSIDERED HOT™ IN THE FANDOM? YES / NO / IDK. [ Once more, yes, she’s definitely seen as one of the hottest characters in the game. I suppose that this has both good sides and bad sides? Especially when you encounter people who refuse to see past her physique. ]

IS YOUR CHARACTER CONSIDERED STRONG IN THE FANDOM? YES / NO / IDK. [ Ahri might not be the strongest character in the fandom but she’s certainly not weak either. What she cannot accomplish with mere physical strength alone, she can accomplish thanks to her charming abilities so she’s definitely a strong and dangerous opponent to face. ]

ARE THEY UNDERRATED? YES / NO / IDK. [ Yes and no at the same time? People love and hate her in equal measure but, after writing as her for so many years, I have also come to realize that few are the ones who actually pay attention to her lore and to her depth as a character. I’d say that her fame has made people blind towards who she really is and this is very sad. ]

WERE THEY RELEVANT FOR THE MAIN STORY? YES / NO, she’s more on the neutral side.

WERE THEY RELEVANT FOR THE MAIN CHARACTER? YES / NO / THEY’RE THE PROTAG. [ LOL doesn’t really have a main character or someone who’s inherently more important than others: everyone is the main character of their own specific story. This is why she is relevant to those who encounter her and those who have come to become part of her tale ; for the rest of the world, however, she’s nothing more than a vulpine vastaya with a pretty face. ]

ARE THEY WIDELY KNOWN IN THEIR WORLD? YES / NO. [ Ahri is well known in Ionia due to her past as a vicious man-eater. However, such tales and legends belong to ages long passed and no one would be capable of discerning her true identity by simply looking at her ; this is why even fellow vastayas and ionians are usually unaware of her relation to the beast that devoured entire villages. As far as the whole world is concerned, no, she’s definitely not known by the majority. ]

HOW’S THEIR REPUTATION? GOOD / BAD / NEUTRAL. [ I’d say that her reputation is definitely bad. As previously mentioned, she carved her name in the legends of Ionia with her undying hunger and through the unfair massacre of many innocent souls ; although such legends do not carry her name, you can still find visual depictions of the vixen who spread chaos and havoc through the holy lands. In the present days, she is still considered as someone who should not be trusted: rumors about what she is capable of have spread and only fools are willing to consciously approach someone who might easily dine on their souls and hearts. ]

HOW STRICTLY DO YOU FOLLOW CANON? — I began writing as Ahri many years ago, which means that her lore has been twisted and modified quite some times from the very beginning. Although I do follow her present canon and I do adore every little detail that has been shared in pursuance of giving her more depth, I cannot really leave behind everything that I have developed in the past years. An easy example is the fact that my Ahri is still loosely based on the Korean myth of the “Gumiho”, which is a detail that plays an extremely important part in my portrayal: Ahri is, in fact, more beast than woman, is someone whose morals will always linger in the darkest shades of gray, is someone who adores violence and who has yet to properly harbor any type of guilt for everything that she has done thus far ; another detail is the fact that she devours souls as much as she can indulge in the flavor of hearts and livers as well. So, I would say that my Ahri is canon but with her own little twists?

SELL YOUR MUSE! Aka try to list everything, which makes your muse interesting in your opinion to make them spicy for your mutuals. — Ahri is an incredibly complex creature, someone whose very existence is quite paradoxical for she represents both death and the maiden at the same exact time. She can be cruel and heartless as much as she can be gentle and dulcet, she is always greedy for knowledge and there is nothing that she adores as much as listening to someone’s stories or learning new facts about a world that is still oh so foreign to her. She’s beautiful, elegant, has the fluffiest tails you will ever see and she’s definitely the best cuddle buddy! Despite her murderous nature, there is something oddly soothing about her company that will naturally lure you closer.

Now the OPPOSITE, list everything why your muse could not be so interesting (even if you may not agree, what does the fandom perhaps think?). — Ahri is not a good person, not even a good animal. She’s incredibly instinctive and easily becomes victim to her own whims and desires and feelings: if she decides that she wants something, she will not stop in front of anything in pursuance of quenching her thirst. Because of this, she’s a huge liar, she’s manipulative and sly and dishonest, she knows the weaknesses of those around her and does not hesitate to exploit them in pursuance of elevating herself to a higher plane. She’s not easy to deal with because she will rarely say the truth and will rarely allow others to come close to her ; it doesn’t matter who the other person is, her first instinct will always be that of hunting them.

WHAT INSPIRED YOU TO RP YOUR MUSE? — I was asked to write as this muse many years ago by a friend of mine. I didn’t even like her at first... I thought that she was nothing more than some easy fanservice for the game but I am so glad that I changed my mind because she has ultimately become my favorite muse and someone I always come back to, no matter how many years have passed.

WHAT KEEPS YOUR INSPIRATION GOING? — Poetry is perhaps my strongest inspiration when it comes to Ahri! Poetry and visuals of idyllic landscapes, of flowers in bloom, of porcelain marred by blood. Music might sometimes help too (for example I do tend to listen to the OST of “Memoirs of a Geisha” whilst writing replies) but I’d say that poetry is indeed my strongest inspiration, it’s the one thing that makes me think of other aspects of her and that continues to fuel my motivation to be here.

Some more personal questions for the mun.

Give your mutuals some insight about the way you are in some matters, which could lead them to get more comfortable with you or perhaps not.

DO YOU THINK YOU GIVE YOUR CHARACTER JUSTICE? YES / NO / I SINCERELY HOPE I DO? [ I’m extremely hesitant and nervous about my portrayal, so... I do hope that the people I write with might eventually begin to enjoy my portrayal of Ahri. ]

DO YOU FREQUENTLY WRITE HEADCANONS? YES / NO / SORT OF? [ I think of headcanons very often but I must say that I haven’t posted too much on this blog lately. Some of them got stolen, others got ignored and... That lowkey killed my motivation to openly post the ideas I have about my muse. This is however something that I plan on changing soon! ]

DO YOU SOMETIMES WRITE DRABBLES? YES / NO [ It depends on my inspiration or on the prompt I am given. ]

DO YOU THINK A LOT ABOUT YOUR MUSE DURING THE DAY? YES / NO

ARE YOU CONFIDENT IN YOUR PORTRAYAL? YES / NO / SORT OF? [ Not really... I love my Ahri, I love the headcanons that I have developed for her and I adore the interactions that she has had during this time, but... I’m always scared of people’s bad judgement, of being seen as uninteresting or as not talented enough to portray such a complex character. ]

ARE YOU CONFIDENT IN YOUR WRITING? YES / NO / A LITTLE BIT. [ I believe that I can still improve, especially considering that my writing style is constantly changing. But I am not too sad about it! ]

ARE YOU A SENSITIVE PERSON? YES / NO. / SORTA.

DO YOU ACCEPT CRITICISM WELL ABOUT YOUR PORTRAYAL? — As long as the criticism comes with the intent of helping me to improve my portrayal, then yes, I do accept it well because it would allow me to look at things from a different point of view and thus help me to realize in which fields I am currently lacking. Due to the fact that the LOL characters can be quite ‘loose’ when it comes to their canons (especially in the case of those who weren’t given much material to work with in the first place), I do believe that everyone can take quite a large amount of creative freedom when portraying them ; however, I do realize that some of my headcanons might sound weird to someone else and I have absolutely nothing against explaining my side of things, the reasons that have motivated me to make Ahri behave in a certain way instead of another. Criticism is always good, as long as it’s not accompanied by free hatred.

DO YOU LIKE QUESTIONS, WHICH HELP YOU TO EXPLORE YOUR CHARACTER? — Absolutely yes! I love it when people come and ask for more information about Ahri or when I receive really curious anons about the most mundane aspects of her life.

IF SOMEONE DISAGREES TO A HEADCANON OF YOURS, DO YOU WANT TO KNOW WHY? — Why not? I might not drop the headcanon since I’m still certain that I am the person who knows my muse the most but I’m not against discussing things with another person, especially if our points of view are really that different.

IF SOMEONE DISAGREES WITH YOUR PORTRAYAL, HOW WOULD YOU TAKE IT? — I admit that I’d be sad over it since I’m well aware of how much passion and effort I am constantly pouring in my portrayal. However, that wouldn’t be the end of the world! There are so many beautiful Ahris out there who have taken a different path from me and thus developed their muses in a different manner, so I’d just suggest to the person to try and interact with them instead.

IF SOMEONE REALLY HATES YOUR CHARACTER, HOW DO YOU TAKE IT? — Ah, you would be surprised to know how many people hate Ahri in the fandom! What saddens me is the fact that such hatred usually stems from really useless and dumb reasons, such as her being more famous than another champion or her receiving more skins than their fave... Even in the roleplay community, I sometimes encountered people who hated her simply because she was “too famous” and that really annoyed me because it’s groundless bashing with no roots to support it. However, I can understand why someone might dislike a character who’s so manipulative and dishonest! Obviously, I wish that people saw more than just this one side of her, but... We can’t have everything in life, sadly.

ARE YOU OKAY WITH PEOPLE POINTING OUT YOUR GRAMMATICAL ERRORS? — Of course, as long as the person is not rude about it! I am Italian so English is my second language and grammatical errors can and will indeed happen.

DO YOU THINK YOU ARE EASY GOING AS A MUN? — I think I am easy going although I am incredibly shy and this... This is a huge problem when it comes to interacting with others since it might take me a while to respond to messages and open up to someone else. This is a side of myself that I truly wish to change and I’m working really hard on abandoning my comfort zone, but... It takes time, a lot of time. However! Despite my shyness, I can assure you that I’m the softest person you will ever meet and that if you manage to make me feel comfy around you, I will not stop speaking about Ahri and about music and about videogames and anything else that we might have in common! Once I do grow close to someone, I love to talk and meme and share things and... I think I also become slightly clingy? But I always mean good, I swear... I’m just a shy bun who wants to have fun and love you :(

#.• ❤ ─ ▸ love CHANGING shape each day. ╱ ❪ ﹠ study 08 ─ hcs games ❫#:O #this was interesting to write

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hetalia-pjo-au-hub · 4 years ago

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Welcome to the APH Percy Jackson AU!

INTRO

Hello! Welcome to the APH PJO AU. We’re the creators, Wonder and Theo, and this is our first time running an au. You may know us from our involvement in the My Heta Academia AU as the muns of ask-hetaaca-nyoprussia and ask-hetaaca-nyogermany, as well as many others. Before we ramble about us, this is what the au is about:

The APH PJO AU is an ask blog based group run by us (Wonder and Theo) that takes place in the Percy Jackson Universe at Camp Half-Blood and Camp Jupiter where the countries are mortal demigods instead.

In this AU, there are endless possibilities for which godly parent your muse has! This means that your muse can’t be a god or a normal human. This also means that your character cannot be the oracle; and only a second muse can be a satyr.

The Hunters of Artemis are available! They are the only characters that can be either demigods or just plain mortal.

Hera, Artemis, and Hestia are not on the table for being godly parents. Hera won’t have relations outside of her marriage, and Artemis and Hestia are maiden goddesses*

*Athena is also a maiden goddess, but her children come out of her head

The Major Gods and Goddesses**

I. Zeus/Jupiter

-Zeus is the god of the sky, lightning and the thunder in Ancient Greek religion and legends, and ruler of all the gods on Mount Olympus. Zeus is the sixth child of Cronos and Rhea, king and queen of the Titans.

II. Hera/Juno

-Hera is the Queen of the Gods and is the wife and sister of Zeus in the Olympian pantheon. She is known for being the Goddess of Marriage & Birth. Despite being the Goddess of Marriage, she was known to be jealous and vengeful towards the many lovers and offspring of her husband Zeus.

III. Poseidon/Neptune

-Poseidon was god of the sea, earthquakes, storms, and horses and is considered one of the most bad-tempered, moody and greedy Olympian gods. He was known to be vengeful when insulted. He is the son of Cronus and Rhea and was swallowed by his father along with Hades, Demeter, Hestia and Hera.

IV. Demeter/Ceres

-Demeter is the goddess of the harvest and presides over grains and the fertility of the earth. Although she was most often referred to as the goddess of the harvest, she was also goddess of sacred law and the cycle of life and death.

V. Ares/Mars

-Ares is the Greek god of war. He is one of the Twelve Olympians, the son of Zeus and Hera. In Greek literature, he often represents the physical or violent and untamed aspect of war and is the personification of sheer brutality, in contrast to his sister, the armored Athena, whose functions as a goddess of intelligence include military strategy and generalship.

VI. Athena/Minerva

-Athena is the Olympian goddess of wisdom and war and the adored patroness of the city of Athens. A virgin deity, she was also – somewhat paradoxically – associated with peace and handicrafts, especially spinning and weaving. Majestic and stern, Athena surpassed everybody in both of her main domains.

VII. Apollo/Apollo

-Apollo is a god in Greek mythology, and one of the Twelve Olympians. He is the son of Zeus and Leto and the twin brother of Artemis. He is the god of healing, medicine, archery, music, poetry and the sun. He is the leader of the Muses. He also is a god of prophecy, and his Oracle at Delphi is very important.

VIII. Artemis/Diana (Hunters of Artemis)

-Artemis was the Greek goddess of hunting, wild nature, and chastity. The daughter of Zeus and sister of Apollo, Artemis was regarded as a patron of girls and young women and a protectress during childbirth

IX. Hephaestus/Vulcan

-Hephaestus was the god of fire, metalworking, stone masonry, forges and the art of sculpture. He was the son of Zeus and Hera and married to Aphrodite by Zeus to prevent a war of the gods fighting for her hand. He was a smithing god, making all of the weapons for Olympus and acting as a blacksmith for the gods.

X. Aphrodite/Venus

-Aphrodite is an ancient Greek goddess associated with love, beauty, pleasure, passion and procreation. She was syncretized with the Roman goddess Venus. Aphrodite's major symbols include myrtles, roses, doves, sparrows, and swans.

XI. Hermes/Mercury

-Hermes is a deity in ancient Greek religion and mythology. Hermes is considered the herald of the gods, as well as the protector of human heralds, travellers, thieves, merchants, and orators. He is able to move quickly and freely between the worlds of the mortal and the divine, aided by his winged sandals. Hermes plays the role of the psychopomp or "soul guide" — a conductor of souls into the afterlife.

XII. Dionysus/Bacchus

-Dionysus was the ancient Greek god of wine, winemaking, grape cultivation, fertility, ritual madness, theater, and religious ecstasy. His Roman name was Bacchus. He may have been worshiped as early as 1500-11000 BCE by Mycenean Greeks.

XIII. Hades/Pluto

-Hades, in the ancient Greek religion and myth, is the god of the dead and the king of the underworld, with which his name became synonymous. Hades was the eldest son of Cronus and Rhea, although the last son that was regurgitated by his father.

XIV. Iris/Iris

-Iris, in Greek mythology, the personification of the rainbow and (in Homer's Iliad, for example) a messenger of the gods. According to the Greek poet Hesiod, she was the daughter of Thaumas and the ocean nymph Electra.

XV. Hypnos/Somnus

-Hypnos, Latin Somnus, Greco-Roman god of sleep. Hypnos was the son of Nyx (Night) and the twin brother of Thanatos (Death).

XVI. Nemesis/Nemesis

-In ancient Greek religion, Nemesis, also called Rhamnousia or Rhamnusia ("the goddess of Rhamnous"), is the goddess who enacts retribution against those who succumb to hubris (arrogance before the gods).

XVII. Nike/Victoria

-Nike, in ancient Greek religion, the goddess of victory, daughter of the giant Pallas and of the infernal River Styx.

XVIII. Hebe/Juventas

-Hebe in ancient Greek religion, is the goddess of youth or the prime of life (Roman equivalent: Juventas). She is the daughter of Zeus and his older sister, Hera.

XIX. Tyche/Fortuna

-Tyche, in Greek religion, the goddess of chance, with whom the Roman Fortuna was later identified; a capricious dispenser of good and ill fortune. The Greek poet Hesiod called her the daughter of the Titan Oceanus and his consort Tethys; other writers attributed her fatherhood to Zeus, the supreme god.

XX. Hecate/Trivia

-Hecate or Hekate is a goddess in ancient Greek religion and mythology, most often shown holding a pair of torches or a key and in later periods depicted in triple form. She is variously associated with crossroads, entrance-ways, night, light, magic, witchcraft, knowledge of herbs and poisonous plants, ghosts, necromancy, and sorcery.

**There are plenty of minor gods, and we are willing to work with muses that are children of the minor gods but please try to stick to the main 20 we have listed

WHAT ARE THE REQUIREMENTS TO BE PART OF THIS AU?

- You must apply according to the application form

-You have to follow the set rules

-You need to be a writer and/or an artist

-You need to have at least one visual reference of your muse. This does not have to be good or in the application, but it does have to be somewhere on the blog.

-You don’t have to be fluent in English, just decent enough to be understandable, as most interactions will he in English.

APPLICATIONS

There will be announcements as to whether or not applications are being accepted. The applications are to be submitted before creating a blog. The application form can be found here.

FAQ

“Can I join even if I’m not that good of an artist/writer/not that popular?” Absolutely! Your skill level and popularity don’t matter, just follow the rules and have fun!

“Can I apply a second time if I wasn’t accepted in the first application phase?” Yes, and we encourage you to do that!

“Is it possible to be part of this au even if I don’t know much/anything about Percy Jackson?” You can join even if you know nothing about the series, just please don’t appropriate the gods.

“Can I have two muses?” Yes, but you can only apply for one at a time, and have to have been part of the au for at least a month before getting a second muse.

“Is Discord needed?” No, but it is recommended as it makes interactions and event planning easier.

“Can I apply even if I know I will not be able to update regularly?” Yes, but update at least once a month. Real life comes first, but if something major comes up, talk to one of the mods. We will try to be understanding.

IMPORTANT NOTE:

It's important to mention that there are people who do follow/work/worship these gods, and that while this is an AU, some Pagan/Wiccan followers may not be too keen on how gods are presented in the PJO series. Please be respectful of their beliefs, and listen if they wish to further educate you. Please make sure that you do your own research into modern practices and interpretations as well, it is one thing to understand ancient practice and mythology, but another to understand modern practice. There are many resources and people online more than willing to help educate, please take advantage of that. And please understand that media portrays the gods and goddesses in ways that are not completely accurate and it is best to be somewhat critical when enjoying media such as PJO, Lore Olympus, Marvel, etc.. Followers of the pantheons should also understand that not everyone knows what you know, and to understand that this is an AU and does not reflect the true beliefs and practices one may come to learn and practice under their own deity work. Please be gentle and kind when correcting or educating those who are not practicing. This AU is not meant to be a completely realistic and accurate interpretation of the pantheon(s) and some wiggle room is acceptable when interpreting. Please only correct and educate if it is a common mistake. Please think critically before you jump in to correct, and remember that not everyone is involved on quite an intimate level of knowledge.

#auinformation #intropost #mod theo #mod wonder

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telesthisia · 4 years ago

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HANDY DANDY RP PLOTTING CHEAT-SHEET FOR PRINCESS ZELDA (A Link to the Past)!

Want new-and-exciting plots for your character? Long to reach out to more of your followers, but don’t know where to start? Fear not! Fill out this form and give your RP partners both present and future all the of juicy jumping off points they need to help you get your characters acquainted.

Be sure to tag the players whose characters YOU want more cues to interact with, and repost, don’t reblog! Feel free to add or remove sections as you see fit. Template here.

mun name: Amber!! ooc contact: My DMs are always open for mutuals and non-mutuals alike (I think at least, if not don’t be afraid to send in asks either I try my best to get to them ;v;)! I do have a personal blog but weeps.... me no longer active on there. And a twitter but weeps once again, it’s an oc twitter despite my yellings of off topic things. MY DISCORD TOO!! Though my activity is very inconsistent somedays I’ll be on others not so much! Don’t be afraid to ask for that uvu

who the heck is my muse anyway?

HOHO!!! For those who never touched The Legend of Zelda in their lives, I’m sure it’s pretty dang confusing to see more than one design of both Zelda and Link, I’ll try my best to explain this! The series follows a very, very convoluted timeline filled with plotholes, as such the Links and Zeldas we see throughout different titles of the game are actually reincarnations who are destined to seal away whatever darkness may threaten the lands known as Hyrule.

The Zelda I play as is the princess of Hyrule during a point in the timeline known as “Downfall Era” where the Hero of Time in OOT lost against Ganondorf in the final battle; Ocarina of Time is the reason for why there’s multiple timelines with each having their unique era depending on the choices in that game. The Downfall Era is known for having games known as A Link to The Past, Oracle of Seasons, Oracle of Time, Link’s Awakening, A Link Between Worlds, Triforce Heroes, The OG Legend of Zelda, Annnnd Adventure of Link! The Zelda I play as comes from A Link to The Past as well as the Oracle series and I guess Link’s Awakening despite having no appearance. The events of A Link to The Past and Oracle Series has deeply affected my Zellie in that she suffers from unspoken traumas as well depression. See, before the events of ALTTP there was a war known as the Imprisoning War, that war ended where the seven sages seal away Ganon. Peace reigned for a while until a series of plagues and droughts struck which affected the kingdom. It wasn’t until the antagonist of the game, a wizard by the name of Agahnim, would put an end to the misfortunate blighting Hyrule with his magic, gaining favor with the king. He was able to worm his way into court and from there act on his plans in breaking the seal to the sacred realm where the triforce and Ganon rest. Doing so, he must capture the seven maidens who are descendants of the seven sages and sacrifice them in order to break the seal and well, guess which princess happens to be one of those seven maidens? Suffice to say, he was successful in breaking the seal with Zelda being the final sacrifice. Here we find out that he’s actual the alter ego of Ganon (don’t question it too hard) and we also find out she’s not dead! Hooray! But she is trapped in a plane known as The Dark World, once the sacred realm corrupted by Ganon’s greed. So as all LOZ stories goes, Link saves the day. Happily ever after, right? Well... no, see unlike in the game where the ending is happy and everyone who died is alive I follow both the 90s comics and Himekawa manga where those who died in the games did not come back to life. This includes Zelda’s father, Link’s uncle and some of the maidens. It’s very bittersweet in that, the day is saved and Ganon is gone forever but at the cost of loved ones no longer coming back.

Well... Ganon comes back! In the oracle series! Two years after ALTTP, Twinrova tries to resurrect him by using the blood and body of Princess Zelda, meaning she can actually die this time around. But Link saves the day once again. Which leads us today, the main verse of the blog which is a year after Oracles and three years after ALTTP! NOTE: That my smash verse more or less follows this timeline I have in place for this blog.

things you should know

I sound like a broken record but. She’s a glass canon of sorts. Where she’s very powerful thanks to blood of the seven sages, the light force, and having hylia’s blood in her veins. As such, she’s very powerful and her magic super potent which is why so many people wanna sacrifice for dark rituals... BUT!! She has super power health issues that affects her magical stamina and body as such she can’t even use half her powerful magic and this upsets her greatly. It’s a small headcanon of mine because in the games and manga, she doesn’t really do much despite being a powerful magical princess. Keep in mind that ALTTP came out before the retcon that is Skyward Sword and before they decided to add more to Zelda’s abilities throughout the course of the series... so my brain went to: she’s powerful but can’t use magic too much due to poor health. It worked!! Before smash came along but I swear I’m not at all salty. To be fair, it was my fault for assuming things but imagine: glass canon Zelda. It sounded super cool at the time!

She represses a lot if only for the sake of her nation and to appear as a good leader for her people. As such, she’s almost always calm and has a gentle smile on her face despite radio static sounds resounding in her thoughts. Give her time, she’ll open up and show you her playful side!

She’s been surrounded by death considering before ALTTP, during ALTTP and kinda with Oracles if you count Twinrova, as well as having a connection with the spirit realm due to freaky PSI powers. So, she doesn’t really have a negative view on death and has actually gained that edgy romanticist view as the result of her life experiences. She’s very much someone who likes to live life to her fullest as the result... and well, it doesn’t help that she’s aware of her short life span thanks to her future vision. Something she won’t reveal to anyone more than likely as to not worry them. She’s more or less accepted her fate... speaking of which

She hates fate/destiny/etc but accepts whatever happens because again clairvoyance has proven that there’s no changing what’s been planned. So, she doesn’t bother fighting against it. But, what impresses her are those who manage to overcome destiny, something that Link does sometimes which is why she looks up to him. He’s that variable that the future can’t keep track of due to how ever changing he is.

She loves exploring creepy places, ruins, caves, and dungeons that are scattered throughout her kingdom, for both history and the spooky aesthetics of it! So if you see her outside the castle she’s more than likely getting ready to explore some spooky place. She’s almost always wearing her cloak but there are rare moments where she’s not either ;v; she’ll always go by the name Elle... worth mention she doesn’t bother hiding the mark of the triforce on her right hand.

Speaking of which, only people from the capital known as Castle Town and even some from Kakariko village as well know of the princess’ appearance. Various small towns throughout the land of Hyrule however, only remember her appearance from ALTTP where her hair was a more golden blonde rather than the platinum color that it’s taken from the various fear and stresses from her life. And also, she’s more freckly due to not wearing coverup when outside the castle. Ok well,,,,, here’s the best side by side comparison I have...

If you ask her what the light arrows are, she’ll look at you funny. She comes from a time where silver arrows are a thing :’) the few things that can defeat Ganon

Closet romantic, as in she loves love and wishes for a romance of her own but when it comes to her own feelings she’s an idiot due to repressing feelings.

what she’s been up to:

main verse: Which is during the events of Skyward Sword, as such she’s no longer in Skyloft nor does she have the full knowledge that she’s Hylia but Zelda is suspecting that there’s a connection there. She does not know how to wield her magic as it comes and goes in spurts. She’s seen throughout the Surface so she can be anywhere! Even in other timelines due to using the Gate of Time, we can just say that something screwed up causing for her to end up in another time period or even verse! LOZ series is pretty flexible in time travel.

where to find her:

Graveyard + Sanctuary: It’s a soothing place to visit and also to pay respects to the fallen in ALTTP.

One of the three provinces (my rendition of Hyrule is a little bigger than the in game map so don’t be afraid to add places that aren’t in ALTTP but in other titles, I know I tend to do): aka anywhere in the fields, she’s a woman plagued with wanderlust and doesn’t like being confined to one place

Kakariko: the villagers who know her true identity are hella nice to pretend that it’s not the princess but Elle! Guards tend to be here after a certain time though, so to avoid them she always avoids going to the village when it’s nearly sundown

Ruins, catacombs, abandon shrines etc: again she likes creepy or historical places or both!

Haunted Grove: Well... it’s haunted! So :’)

Castle: it’s possible to meet her here too! Whether as princess or someone sneaking either out of the castle or back into it.

current plans:

Lead her kingdom to the Golden Age, something her father tried to do before his demise. While wishing to see Link once more.

desired interactions:

I would love the usual adventure threads!!!

FRIENDSHIP!! She needs friends, pls!!

ENEMIES!! It’d be fun to write a more angry Zel who doesn’t get along with someone!

ROMANCE!! I’m a sucker for cuteness ;v; and slow burn ;v;

HORROR AU!! HORROR AU!!!

Creepy gothic threads of Zelda running into a creepy cryptid in a gothic castle on a stormy night.... this is very specific but listen, cries...

Comfort thread ;v;

things that bother me:

People who know she’s the princess right off the bat ticks me off ngl. A-ok if you muse is unaware of her otherwise!

PEOPLE WHO KNOW THAT SHE’S FROM A BLOODLINE OF A GODDESS AND SAGES DHSJAKJADB no one really knows that the royal family actually did descend from gods, unless your muse is an immortal and is aware of the events that goes on they shouldn’t know this fact. The only thing the public is aware of is how the royal family have mystical powers different from the population.

uhhhh that’s about it? Mostly metagaming pft, not too much bothers me now that I think about.

tagged by: i pirated it ;v; from myself!

tagging: whomst ever! i recommend doing this since it’ll help a ton with those who still are unsure with your muse but feel too nervous to ask questions.

#dash games.#ah yes.... where amber spews a bunch of words #i will add to this but eyyyy partners check it out if you wanna know some things #anyway uhhh writings coming out soon uvu

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arthur-of-camelot · 5 years ago

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Knights of the Round Table Plot

Do you like fun? Action? Adventure? Does saving the town from disaster and acting like a hero of legend appeal to you? Want some petty drama between characters that stems from centuries old beef? Then this may be the plot for you. Excalibur has been pulled from the stone and in so doing has called for the knights of the round table to return to Arthur and work together as one.

How this works: When Excalibur was removed from the stone, a wave of magic spread throughout Swynlake like a call to arms reaching out to people who would be deemed worthy of continuing the legacy of the knights. Those people in that moment would then have been flooded with the memories and knowledge of the knight that they most closely resembled. The goal of the sword was to bring these people back together in order to protect the realm (or Swynlake) from harm. It’s up to the mun as to what elements of a knight’s story your character receives/how you decide to handle it. See this post for an example of the flood of memories that can occur. From there the goal is to bring the knights together and have them experience modern day quests to protect Swynlake/adventure etc. The dramatic backstories can also help foster interesting/weird/dramatic new relationships with characters.

If you’d like for your character to be given the memories/experiences of former knights, please fill out the tiny app under the read more. YOU DO NOT NEED TO BE A MALE/NON-MAGIC TO APPLY.

List of Knights:

•Sir Galahad (Son of Sir Lancelot): known for his gallantry and purity and and one of the most perfect of all knights. It’s said he was able to defeat a lot of his enemies because he was pure. One of the ones who quested for the holy grail.

• Sir Lancelot: known as Arthur’s closest friend/greatest companion and the greatest swordsman and jouster of the age. Also known for wrecking Arthur’s marriage and hooking up with Guinevere basically helping destroy Camelot. (I have two seriously great plot ideas regarding Arthur and Lancelot so getting Lancelot would be so so good) • Sir Gawain: known as Arthur’s nephew and as a formidable, courteous, and also a compassionate warrior, fiercely loyal to his king and family. He was a friend to young knights, a defender of the poor, and as "the Maidens' Knight" a defender of women as well. (personally feel Gawain should def be a lady knight this go around) • Sir Percival: One of the knights who looked for the holy grail. Renowned for his strength and fighting prowess. He was kind of beefy. But also a cool dude. • Sir Lionel: a double cousin of Lancelot, he was apparently raised by the lady of the lake in her underwater kingdom. He proves himself very unworthy of the holy grail by trying to kill his brother for not rescuing him. *Strongly recommended to be a magick. • Sir Bors: brother of sir Lionel, was worthy of seeing the grail. Lionel tries to murder Bors, and Bors does not defend himself, refusing to raise a weapon against his kinsman. Became Arthur’s successor when Arthur died. • Sir Tristram/Tristan de Lyones: He was sent to fetch Iseult/Isolde back from Ireland to marry the king. However, he and Iseult accidentally consumed a love potion while en route and fall helplessly in love; the pair underwent numerous trials that tested their secret affair. Also known as a great musician and falconer. • Sir Gareth: Arthur’s nephew and Gawain’s brother. He avenged the death of a fairy king. He defeated a bunch of knights since he’s apparently a badass himself. Was accidentally killed by Lancelot, though he was also like a son/younger brother to the dude. Oops. • Sir Bedivere: known as the one who returned Excalibur to the lady of the lake. A handsome one handed knight. He was described as the most handsome man in the world other than Arthur and the wielder of a magic lance. *Strongly encourage a character with a disability • Sir Bleoberis: Though described as skilled and honorable, he is also depicted as malicious. One example is with King Mark's marriage with La Beale Isoud, where Bleoberis rode into Mark's court, demanded a gift, and, on being granted it for sake of his renown and his place as a knight of the Round Table, he helped himself to Sir Segwarides' wife as the fairest lady at court and rode off with her. He also tried to kill Gawain's son, Guinglain, at the Perilous Ford. • Sir Brunor: was nicknamed ‘the badly-cut coat’ by Sir Kay after his arrival in his murdered father's mangled armour and surcoat at King Arthur's court. He vowed not to take it off until his father’s death was avenged. Was also known as the Good Knight without Fear. • Sir Palomedes/Palamedes: Had an unrequited love for Iseult/Isolde so he and Tristram/Tristan clashed. The two basically had a love hate relationship. Was known as the hunter for the questing beast, and being on Lancelot’s side when the affair with Guinevere is revealed. Killed by Gawain. • Sir Lamorak: was referred to as Arthur's third best knight, only inferior to Lancelot and Tristan. He was known for his strength and fiery temper. His father killed Gawain’s father which led to Gawain eventually turning around and killing Lamorak’s father. And then to make things worse, Lamorak decided to hook up with Gawain’s dad’s widow therefore making their blood feud worse. Rejected an offering of truce from Arthur, and ended up ambushed and killed.

• Sir Pelleas: was the son of a poor vassal and ended up falling for a high born maiden. She spurned and humiliated him and refused to let him into her castle. Pelleas goes to Gawain for help but Gawain ends up being into the maiden too and hooks up with her, devastating Pelleas. Gawain eventually remembers his promise to help and convinces the woman to love Pelleas. • Sir Kay: the foster brother of Arthur’s, sort of helped raise Arthur and teach him how to be a knight. Also kind of dickish. He’s most associated with hot-headedness and a fiery temper supplemented by his role as an incompetent braggart.

• Sir Ector/Hector de Maris: younger half-brother of Lancelot. Murdered a lady’s fiance so he could be with her. Also had an affair. Deemed unworthy to behold the holy grail. Sides with Lancelot with the Guinevere drama. • Sir Dagonet: considered the court jester. He saw himself as a courageous warrior and acted like he was but in reality, he would flee at the slightest provocation. He often battered his own shield so that it appeared that he had been in a fight – telling all that he emerged victorious of course. • Sir Agravaine: nephew of King Arthur. Was known as the one with hard hands. Proud and kind of a bully. He secretly made attempts on the life of his hated brother Gaheris and participated in the slayings of Lamorak and Palamedes. He played a leading role in exposing his aunt Guinevere's affair with Lancelot which lead to his death at the hands of Lancelot. • Sir Mordred: a traitorous nephew most well known for fighting with Arthur and mortally wounding him even as Arthur did the same to him. He actively worked to expose Lancelot and Guinevere and to ruin the kingdom.

APPLICATION:

Muse: Preferred Knight: Why do you want this particular knight/what would you want to do with them?: (200 words)

#arthurian plot #my god how long have i been planning this #SO LONG IT'S INSANE

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dethtale · 2 years ago

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STARTER CALL. heart this post for my VAMPIRE DIARIES UNIVERSE muses (valerie tulle, rebekah mikaelson, elijah mikaelson, kai parker, lucien castle, ryan clarke, ansel, qetsiyah, cami o'connell, sybil, hayley marshall, landon kirby, elena gilbert, katherine pierce, hope mikaelson). you can also request a starter from my klaus ( hybr2d ) or stefan ( rippeah )

#−−− ꧁ out of character : the death and the maiden. ❨ mun. ❩#starter calls - dethtale.#starter calls dethtale.

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spiritmaiden23 · 5 years ago

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HANDY DANDY RP PLOTTING CHEAT-SHEET FOR ZELDA (skyward sword)!

Be sure to tag the players whose characters YOU want more cues to interact with, and repost, don’t reblog! Feel free to add or remove sections as you see fit. Templatehere.

mun name: Amber! ooc contact: My DMs are always open for mutuals and non-mutuals alike! In case I’m not here you can always reach my personal which is over @sealilys annnd I do have a discord however that’s only for mutuals, I rarely do drops. That out of the way let’s get started!

who the heck is my muse anyway?

Well, for those who never touched The Legend of Zelda in their lives, I’m sure it’s pretty dang confusing to see more than one design of both Zelda and Link, I’ll try my best to explain this! The series follows a very, very convoluted timeline filled with plotholes, as such the Links and Zeldas we see throughout different titles of the game are actually reincarnations (well Link is the only one reincarnating, Zelda reincarnates once... more on that later) who are destined to seal away whatever darkness may threaten the lands known as Hyrule.

Skyward Sword is the very beginning of that timeline, with Sky Zelda (this Zelda) being the first Zelda and she comes from a place outside of Hyrule, in fact high above the kingdom known as Skyloft. During her time, the kingdom of Hyrule was not yet established so the place below the clouds is known as The Surface to the Skyloftians. As such, unlike the other princesses we see throughout the series, she is not born a princess but is actually just your average, everyday girl who was studying to become a knight! Zelda is well-known for being charming and vivacious. She’s childhood friends with the sleepyheaded Link and the beloved daughter of the headmaster of the Knight Academy. Life was good and while she dreams of the lands below the islands, believing that there’s something down there instead of a barren wasteland like most seem to believe especially since she hears someone calling for her down there, she was content with spending her days with her best friend. Little did the two know that they both had a heavy destiny thrust upon them by the gods themselves.

Zelda’s story is one that is about awakening. And she wouldn’t have that awakening until one faithful day where she was ripped from the skies by the self-proclaimed demon lord Ghirahim, with his magic spell that broke through the cloud barrier surrounding Skyloft, she falls and wakes up unharmed on The Surface. After being rescued by an old woman who then informs her of her shared destiny with Link to bring Skyloft back to The Surface while defeating the great demon Demise once and for all, this kickstarts her awakening and she begins her journey in purifying her body at the sacred temples on The Surface and praying to the goddess Hylia to retrieve memories of a time long ago. Along the way, she meets with a Sheikah warrior named Impa who acts as an escort and later treasured friend.

In truth, Zelda is actually the goddess Hylia reborn as a mortal. In her past life, she knew the Gods of the Old, in fact they were the ones who had instructed Hylia to not only look after her people but to also look after the sacred power of the gods known as the Triforce. A golden artifact that can grant the wish of anyone. Gods can not use this power however mortals and even demons can, this would prompt for Demise to rise from the crack of the earth to obtain that power for selfish desires. As such, there was a great war on The Surface against the dark forces, her people were dying and the war greatly affected the lands. During her final battle against Demise, Hylia constructed a plan that would bring an end to his terror at the cost of her own death. The battle ended with her victory where she manages to seal away Demise while succumbing to her wounds from the battle, later she’d reincarnate as the spirit maiden Zelda. Once Zelda remembers her past, this only fuels her desire to end Demise once and for all with Link’s help.

And sure enough, despite the bumps and heartache along the way, Link defeats Demise. Yet there was a catch. Before Demise passed away he placed a curse on all three of them where his grudge will bound them to the neverending destiny of Link and Zelda fighting off the incarnation of Demise’s hatred. The story ends with Zelda staying on The Surface to watch over the Triforce while helping colonize the lands.

things you should know:

Zelda is not a princess. Nor does she become one after the events of the game. She remains as a guardian of sorts for the Triforce considering the fact that the Sacred Realm does not exist, therefore there’s no safe place to hide the Triforce someone has to look over it. Instead she’s a literal goddess, albeit human but she still has her divine powers despite it dwindling greatly compared to her form as Hylia.

I PLAY LINK AND ZELDA’S RELATIONSHIP AS STRICTLY PLATONIC WITH HINTS OF ROMANCE. It is possible for her to develop feelings for Link but to avoid stepping on any toes, she’s happy with being his friend.

Zelda does not have the Triforce of Wisdom. Considering the fact that the Triforce does not split, it’s whole in this era. While she can now use the power of it since she’s mortal she prefers not to honestly considering she still has her divine powers from Hylia, while weak when compared to her god form she’s far more powerful than the average human (speaking of humans are not yet known as Hylians during her time).

She can hear the voices of the gods. Very minutely though but she can hear them. Considering her connection with them and the lore behind the pointed ears, I’d like to think she’d have moments where she can hear soft whispers of them. Rarely do they talk to her though.

While Zelda is very capable of fighting, she cannot fight any of the beasts during her main verse where’s she’s traveling the Surface to find the temples to purify her body. Not only will they outnumber her, not only she is without a weapon, but the monsters let out this miasma when defeated and it’s possible for that miasma to affect her purification process. For the most part, you’ll see her sneak around monsters. If push comes to shove, she’ll use her harp as a bludging weapon...

what she’s been up to:

where to find her:

Faron Woods: The place where it all started. Here the Sealed Temple along with Skyview Temple is located, so she can be either wondering throughout the woods or either of those places. She’s currently alone and is sneaking away from monsters yet is also enjoying the sights of the Surface while being mindful of her mission.

Eldin Province: Neighboring Faron Woods and home to the infamous Death Mountain (known as Eldin Volcano). So what is she doing in a dangerous place? Why, praying at the Earth Temple of course! Here’s where she meets with a Sheikah warrior Impa, so chances of her showing up as an NPC in a thread is pretty high!

Lanayru Province: Once a lush, green place now became a desert yet far from barren, hidden underneath the sands is a time long lost where hints of the past can be uncovered. There are many caverns throughout the desert. It is around here where she travels to find something known as the Gate of Time. Impa will most def show up as an NPC since she’s traveling with Zelda during this time.

current plans:

Meet with Link and return Skyloft to the Surface while regaining all of her memories as Hylia.

desired interactions:

I would love for more wacky time shenanigans to happen where Zelda not only meets with LOZ muses from other timelines but also other muses from different universes all together since the LOZ community is pretty dang dead! This can work in post-game verse as well since she has more knowledge of timelines and the like!

Muses joining Zelda’s journey while she uncovers her past, it’d be fun to do dungeon threads with potential of action happening since Ghirahim is hunting down Zelda along with the monsters that work under him. Protect tiny goddess at all costs!

I want her to make more friends but enemies would be fun too!

Romance. I am a sucker for fluff and cuteness.

This is very random but I want Zelda to interact with a Kina or even Kass so that they can do a jam session together! Actually any musically talented muse doing a jam session with Zelda is all I could ever ask for.

things that bother me:

This doesn’t bother me too much but your muse insisting that she’s a princess despite her constant denial. I can understand this one considering her bloodline is royalty later on so it’s whatever.

Your muse magically knowing she’s Hylia. Yes, she has strong powers that can probably be sensed and yes she more than likely resembles her past life look but your muse shouldn’t make that connection easily on the spot unless she tells you herself and for the most part she keeps that knowledge away from outsiders. Insisting she’s just a humble spirit maiden should they feel something fishy with her.

YOUR MUSE BLAMING EVERYTHING EVER ON HER. This ties in with the one above, having your muse condemn Zelda for the choices she had made during her life spent as Hylia is a bad look dude. It’s hard to put into words and this happened long ago when the fandom was active but just... making Hylia/any Zelda out as the bad guy is just really annoying and just downplays her character.

tagged by: i pirated it ;v;

tagging: whomst ever! i recommend doing this since it’ll help a ton with those who still are unsure with your muse but feel too nervous to ask questions.

#long post /#ooc postings.#dash games

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star-crossedfidelity · 6 years ago

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~ Zoya’s story: The Fairest Maiden ~

Mun!Yuki: Okay so this month has been busy so far! But I still needed to finish on last thing before I can actually relax. And that is the story of Zoya as today, May 13, IS HER BIRTHDAY!!!! This actually takes bits and pieces from her past, especially the difficulties she has as a vampire. There is a lot of things while writing this that honestly made me feel bad for Zoya. And that’s saying something because I enjoy writing angst for my characters. But she is the least experienced and the most innocent out of all of the family.

WARNING: THIS CONTAINS A MASSACRE, AN ATTEMPT OF NON-CONSENSUAL SEXUAL INTERCOURSE, MENTIONS OF TORTURE, ETC.

ENJOY!!!

Phoebe Neve.

That is my name.

Or at the very least, it was my name.

I grew up differently from others.

I wasn’t born with warmth.

I was born out of necessity.

In the world I lived in, Warmth was non-existent.

A long time ago, most of my family members were attacked and killed in the Demon world by hunters. As we were pureblooded vampires, we do not die easily; However, it is not uncommon that pureblooded family become targeted. It was just uncommon for the assassination to succeed.

Eventually, the remaining family members left, a pair of cousins that would eventually become my parents, suspected the attack coming from the former Vampire King, Karlheinz, as the Neve family have always been traditionalists and has always strongly opposed to the possibilities of ever co-existing with humans, as well as learning of his connections with a leader of a powerful hunter’s organization.

Thus, the survivors escaped the Demon World into the Human world to go into hiding from Karlheinz and the hunters.

To keep the bloodline alive, they joined together and gave birth to me.

I am now the sole heiress...

My days were all spent with a schedule:

Morning Tea in the sunset.

Ballet and Waltz lessons at dusk.

Afternoon tea at night.

Piano lessons at Midnight

Etiquette Training at early morning

Practicing different languages at dawn

Preparing for bed and sleep at early sunrise.

My father would often be away at his office and check for any trespassers, and my mother would either be in the library or occasionally check up on my studies.

Being from a family of traditionalists, my mother wants nothing more from me that to become a proper lady.

“A lady must be elegant and proper; To accomplish that, you must not err. Confidence is key. Show class, be dignified, and express grace. A lady is a woman of her word.”

Those were the word of advice I always hear from my mother.

Mother was very talented since she was a child; She was said to be the gifted child in the Neve family. She was the perfect lady. So of course, I grew up seeing her as a role model. However, she was never petty or arrogant, but rather cold and distant.

“You do not need to worry yourself with such trivial things. You are a pureblooded vampire. You must focus on your training. A lady must not be distracted. Logic over emotions. I will not listen to any of your excuses for your failures. Do I make myself clear, Phoebe?”

Even when I was a child, I was often taken care of by the maids. Mother was more like a stern teacher than a parental figure. She never holds back on her words.

“Lady Phoebe, your mother is awaits for you in the ballroom..” One of the servants would inform me

“Very well; Thank you.” I would respond.

I grew up with living in a world that lacks warmth...

Words such as “warmth”, “fun”, and “happiness” were non-existent.

I.. never knew what it was like to be a child...

My existence was a necessity...

Even after Karlheinz’s death, My parents refuse to risk going back to the Demon World.. They are quite cynical after hearing from a familiar as of what happened after his death back in the Demon World.. and despite the death of the leader and the organization they run is no more, there are still vampire hunters out there... wanting all vampires dead...

By now, everyone believes that the Neve family was no more... but Mother and Father didn’t want to risk it...

Until it is secure and I am given a partner that will grow strong enough, I am to live a life of solitude..

At least... that is what it was suppose to be..

I remember drinking my afternoon tea when it happened. While looking out the window to watch the snow fall.

‘This is what they call “Winter”... correct?’

There were blood curdling screams from the front of the entrance..

I quickly run to the scream to find masked humans with weapons..

‘Hunters...!’

And the bloody corpse that I recognized on the floor being...

“...!”

‘M... Mother...?’

In shock, I covered my mouth and tears swelled up; Quickly, I run in hopes they do not find me. I try looking for anyone that can help.

“Oi! There’s one!”

Unfortunately, I have failed to remember that hunters, according to my studies, have better hearing and senses than most humans; So of course, the moment they heard my footsteps and sensed my presence, they started to come after me.

“Don’t let that leech get away!”

As I ran, I felt one of the hunter’s bullets shot my arm. “Ah!!!” I screamed in pain.

Immediately, the maids and servants stopped to see what was going on and tried to fight them off, only to get killed on sight.

I immediately make it to the library where I tried to hide in a corner until I felt a tight grip on my wrist. Frantically, I struggled. “Unhand me! Unhand me!!!” I screamed.

“Phoebe, keep quiet!”

Hearing the familiar voice, I look to see it was my father. “F-father..! Mother is..!” I couldn’t finish my sentence as I was choked up by my own tears. “Yes, I am aware. But you need to escape.” He takes me to one of the shelves where there was an air vent on top. “Go through there, it can take you straight to the garden; Run as fast as you can from here until you can get to an area with a high population.”

Without hearing me speak, Father pick me up and shoves me up the shelf. I look down in uncertainty, “But.. what about you, Father?” I questioned, as my voice wavered. “Do not worry about me! Just go and escape from here! You are the last survivor of this family!! Remember what your mother and I have taught you! You must not err! Now flee!”

I could only nod before opening the air vent, crawling inside before closing it up. “Goodbye, Father...” Before turning and beginning to crawl away to make my way to the garden, my ears pick up the door of the library slamming open and the sound of a gunshot that left nothing but silence.

Holding back from letting anymore tears out, I continue crawling. I kept crawling and crawling until I was finally out.

As soon as I made it to the garden, I just ran.

As a vampire, I cannot get sick. So of course, running through even thick snow would not do me any harm.

As I continued to run, a reddish color came to view from the snow. I turn around to see the mansion I’ve spend my entire life living being lit up in flames...

Everything.. was gone...

Shaking my head, I remind myself to task to continue my escape and survive in any means necessary...

What ever the cost...

After some time, I came across what looks to be a city.. from what I remember, a city was an area with high population...

“Perhaps I shall be safe there...”

The wound in my arm healed, so I was alright to move.

However, as soon as I got there, I felt overwhelmed by how high the population was.

There were so many... I couldn’t figure out what to do first...

I look up at the moon... it was full... I felt my throat burning...

Instantly, I tried to look around to find a place to calm myself down. My eyes met with an alley and I quickly move to it. Once I felt a moment of solitude, I sighed in relief. It was dirty. But at least I was finally calm.

I observed my surroundings.

‘What do I do..? I have nowhere else to go.. What if they find me? I still can’t control my abilities yet...’

I look down at my hand with a sad look.

Father and Mother resorted to taking the blood from servant or anyone else that stumbled upon the mansion; However, during the full-moon, I have only ever drink the blood of animals Father hunts. His reason was that I must take small steps at a time. The lust for blood can be a frightening experience, especially on a full-moon.

As for my abilities, I have not been taught how to master them yet. I was told I would in time; However, I must focus on my studies. After many years of hiding, they did not think to teach me sooner. Either it was because I was not ready, or there was no reason to as a pureblood’s strength can easily surpass the strength of others without abilities. Mother did mention that a lady is to be elegant and civilized. I suppose to master my abilities at a young age would be highly barbaric in Mother’s eyes.

“What do I do...?” I could not help but question myself out loud.

That’s when it happened.

“Haaah?? What’s a pretty young lady doin’ here???”

I spotted a strange man, appearing rather feverish from the red hue upon his face, wobbling towards me. I felt very uncomfortable under his gaze as he flashed a lecherous smirk.

“M-May I help you...?” I questioned him. At the time, I couldn’t understand why I was being approached by a man who did not know who I was.

Suddenly, he started getting closer to me, and I have begun scooting away in suspicion. Once I tried to get up to leave, The man’s smirk widen as he grabbed my wrist and pushed me to the wall in a rough manner. “How much?” He asked. I couldn’t help but blink and remain confused and fearful. “E-excuse me?” I questioned once again, after I have managed to find my voice. “You heard me! How much for a night? You’re pretty cute too. I can pay you extra.”

That’s when I felt his hands start to roam around my body. That’s when I knew I had to escape. I struggled and tried to push the man away, “Unhand me! Unhand me!!!” I tried to scream until the hand used to touch me was place upon my mouth to silence me. “So feisty.. If you enjoy playing Hard-To-Get, then...”

I became horrified as soon as he used his hand that help my wrist to captivate both of my wrist and started to place his lips upon my skin. I started to cry in fear as I couldn’t let my voice out once again, permitting him to release his hand from my mouth and resume to place it on my body.

I have never felt so disgusted in my life.

I want to go back to the mansion.

I want to see Mother and Father again.

I hate this... I hate this...

Suddenly, I felt something unlock...

But it became blank to me.

Because, while I remember the non-consensual touches, all I remember in the aftermath was being my face drenched in foreign blood and fragments of ice on the floor. To this day, I only remember fragments of what happened within the blanks in dreams. Such as screams of horror and pain, cries and pleads for mercy, and a body frozen into ice before being shattered into pieces.

And I happen to be somewhere else than where I was before.

Is this how I shall survive now?

...

My actions were barbaric... But until I am secured and safe from those hunters.. I must continue to run...

‘Zoya... Zoya...! Zoya!!!’

My eyes shot open from hearing a voice call for me.

And the person I woke up to was Zion.

“Thank god you’re awake.. You looked like you were having a nightmare.” He looked at me, his eyes mixed with worry and seriousness. I shook my head in response. “I was only reminiscing on the past.” I replied as I slowly got up from my bed.

Silence enveloped us. “... Permission to hug?” Zion asked. I looked at him and slowly nodded. Without another word, Zion wrapped his arms around me and started to cradle me. How could a human’s embrace be so warm? Especially from a human that was short and hot-tempered.

I allowed myself to calm, thanks to Zion. And he decided to speak. “You know, you really came a long way.” He chuckled. “How so?” I asked, curiously. “You would’ve never let anyone, not even me, touch you or let alone hug you like this. But you’re trying to break through. And that’s something you should be proud of.”

I couldn’t help but let out a small smile. “... Thank you for refusing to give up.”

Zion smirked playfully, “Sure thing, Snow White.”

I will admit, if it were not for Zion, I would not have tried to overcome my fears.

If it were not for my new Mother and Father, I would be dead.

I would not have known what warmth truly was if it were not for this family.

I may not trust other humans..

But as Zoya Mukami, I will live my life indebted to this family that took me in regardless of the baggage I haul, and welcomed me as if I was truly family.

This is where I belong now.

This is my new home.

This family is the only human family I will ever care for.

Thank you...

~ END ~

Note: Fun fact, The reason for the title to be “The Fairest Maiden” is because there are some things in Zoya’s story that alludes a bit on Snow White’s story;

For example, her parents and her new family with the Mukami’s are like the Seven Dwarfs that basically protects/save her, keep her safe, and/or lets her live with them with conditions.

( 2 + 5 = 7; Her parents made sure to isolate themselves and keep Zoya indoors all of her life to keep her safe and alive, as well as her Father has her escape so that she may live as the sole survivor; Ruki and Hisoka protects her from the hunters if she agrees to let them adopt her, Juliet and Leon protect her by taking the roles of older siblings to her, that they are human and younger than her), and Zion would be there to protect her with his life since they are very close.)

The Huntsman is basically the hunters that found Zoya and her family; The queen wanted Snow White’s heart, the hunters can only kill a pureblood by the heart or by cutting off their head. While it is actually her father that told her to go into hiding on her own to protect herself, it was still the hunters that lead Zoya to flee.

The drunk man Zoya killed that tried to take advantage of her and her experiences in the city is basically like the Haunted Forest in Snow White; Frightened and alone in a place unknown that seemed hostile; The Haunted Forest in Snow White is also similar to what fogs Zoya’s mind with cynicism.

#yuki’s writing #zoya mukami #zion mukami

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scoutwilson-blog · 6 years ago

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“what a strange illusion it is to suppose that beauty is goodness.” - leo tolstoy

OOC BASICS MUN: Kaitlin AGE: 21 TIMEZONE: EST PRONOUNS: She/her

IN CHARACTER BASICS FABLE NAME: Snow White CHOSEN NAME: Scout Wilson GENDER: Cis-female, she/her pronouns FACE CLAIM: Adrianne Ho AGE: Twenty-Five BIRTHDAY: November 1st ZODIAC: Scorpio Sun / Cancer Moon OCCUPATION: Dancer at Wonderland

Fun non-skeleton application bits below the cut!!

CONNECTIONS: Snow White has her name on a fair number of the currently posted skeletons, so I drew somewhat from what is provided in those. These are obviously going to likely change somewhat once I talk to the muns of each, but these were my bare bones interpretations!!

CINDERELLA: You honestly can’t even blame her for the way that she looks at you, and there’s this weird part of you that thinks if things were any different, perhaps the two of you could have been friends. Maybe in another life, in another fairy tale, the two of you could have bonded over being forgotten children, over being left behind by parents who died on you before they could get a chance to love you the way that you deserved. You led different lives; where your step mother forgot you until you posed a threat, Cinderella’s made sure she always knew who was the one in charge. All the same, most days Prince Charming just feels like another piece of your narrative that you weren’t in control of, and you think that maybe she’d be able to relate to feeling out of control, to wanting to find your voice no matter what it cost you.

SALLY FINKELSTEIN, ALICE, AND THE BEAST: Like calls to like, or so all the stories say, and you think that your motley collection of friends shows nothing quite as well as it does this idea. You love them for all the holes that they have in them; they’ve all been blasted by shrapnel and left standing with jagged holes in their lives where the light used to be, and you love them so much more for it. That all of you continue to stand, in spite of it all; you think that you’ve had it easiest out of the bunch, more than think–you know. That’s how you tend to feel about everything though, that the world has withstood more than you, that you need to shoulder their burdens to make sure they continue standing. You’re happy to do it though, so long as it keeps them kind, so long as it keeps them curious.

HEXXUS: They terrify you in a way that your step mother never has, and it sends thrills down your spine equal parts thrill and terror. You think that you should know better, after spending so many years watching Rose Red get into any trouble that she could, after sitting quietly by her side, perfectly content. But for all that your Stepmother scared you, she forgot you until you were an adversary. Hexxus pays you no such kindness, decorates you in glitter and draws smiles across your cheeks so tight that they ache. Queen Grimhilde is terror, but Hexxus is horror, and for the first time, horror truly has its eyes trained on you. There’s something thrilling in that.

CRUELLA DE VIL: You think that maybe you should be afraid of her, but underneath all of her fur coats and her cruel smiles and the scent of tobacco that lingers, you know that she is nothing but a cruel woman, and you spent years living with a cruel woman. You know cruel women. Worse yet still, you know cruel women with magic at their fingertips and in the blood and in the food they serve their friends. Cruella de Vil thinks that she can scare you, make you feel small, make you feel like you aren’t worth anything more than the skin on your bones. For now, you think you’ll let her think that, let her think that your kindness is weakness, but you know your strengths and you know your weaknesses, and her telling you anything contrary to that won’t change the facts.

THE HUNTSMAN: There’s a part of you that’s resentful, and it’s a part of you with a voice so loud that sometimes you think you might drown in it. It’s not that you bear a grudge against him for saving your life, far from it. You bear a grudge against the world, against Homeland for placing you in a narrative that made you so absent of a self, so absent of a choice, of your own free will. You were born, fair and beautiful and great, because your mother asked the winter night as such. You were cast aside by your father, ignored and made small by a man that couldn’t bear the sight of you for the pains it brought to his chest. When you grew beautiful, your stepmother paid in blood to have a monopoly on violence, asked a Huntsman to bring Death into your life once again. You’re grateful to him for going against her, for protecting you at great cost to himself, you’re sure, but he’s another piece in your story that you weren’t in control of. You even love him for it, but for all that you look at him and feel infinite softness, there’s a part of you in the back of your mind that love’s him as hard as diamonds. Sharp enough to cut.

QUEEN GRIMHILDE: Every fiber of your soul hates her with all that it can do as such, but you have never been built for such darkness, for such cruelty, and even in the face of what she tried to do to you there’s a part of you that can’t help but ask the question Why? Why had she done what she’d done to your father? Why has she done what she’d done to you? To Rose Red? No matter how long you think about it, you just can’t seem to make any sense of it. Was it truly all for power? Was beauty truly worth the cost of all that spilt blood? You think that her answer can’t possibly be yes, want to believe that your father had to have seen something good in her in order to agree to marry her, magic or no magic. She owns you now, body and soul, but you can’t help but wonder what it is that she’s so afraid will own her.

POTENTIAL PLOTS:

NO THROAT CAN HOLD ME. Abandon all hope, ye who enter here. It’s something of a dark plot to begin with, I suppose, for a character who I view as starting out our narrative as something of a light among large swaths of darkness. She has just spent millenia living what almost feels like a life of platitudes, of being small and being made smaller still, by both the people around her and by herself. She thought that’s what she was supposed to do, I suppose. She was a maiden with dark hair and bright eyes with sunlight threaded through her blood and the earth in her heart. Where Rose Red was always vibrant, Snow White tempered herself. She sung songs to the bluejays and hummed along with the cicadas at nighttime. She read stories by candlelight instead of sneaking out of the castle, and spent her days sketching and singing rather than dancing about with her sister and causing mayhem. What if she were to fall off the proverbial bandwagon? She’s always been this prim and proper thing, and it’s made her innocent and kind beyond belief, and she loves that about herself, that her smile can brighten another person’s day, but I think that coming out of Homeland also gave her the opportunity of breaking out of this loop wherein her narrative is contingent on her being saved. Maybe it’s time to abandon the hummingbirds and the sketchbooks, to embrace the eyes trained on her at Wonderland and get herself well and truly lost.

FORGIVE ME, FOR MY HEART. My God, someone give this girl someone to love, and I’d rather it not be someone who is content with complacency, who is content enough to exist in a marriage that is broken, that’s loveless (I’m looking at you, Prince Charming). I imagine she feels similarly to him as she feels to the Huntsman, but to a lesser degree most likely. Where the Huntsman risked his own throat to save hers, all Prince Charming had to do was press his lips to hers in order to bring her back to life. She’s grateful to him for saving her, even if it came at no personal cost to him, but there’s also that part of her that resents having to have been saved. I’d love for her to fall for someone who makes her see stars, who she loves for the sake of love. I think it would be infinitely fascinating to see how she reacts to love at all, to see how after all of this fighting to find her own voice, to find who she is outside of the things that people have done to her, how would she react to the feeling of her heart being in someone else’s palms?

SWEETNESS BORDERING ON TEARS. Oh! My! God! I am such a slut for family relationships and the inevitable pain that they bring me. There’s something so fascinating especially to me about the relationship between sisters. Maybe it’s because my own with my sister has changed so much over the years while all the while staying exactly the same, but Rose Red and Snow White make me feel Some Type of Way™. The crimson to the other’s pure white, Rose Red is someone who Snow White almost forgot to be jealous of while they were growing up. I think that they tempered each other in a way, one the quiet and the other the noise and together they made something magic. But what about now, after Snow White ran and their Stepmother imprisoned Rose Red? I’d probably argue that, in that situation, Rose Red had the worse end of the stick. It didn’t matter that Snow White was the true object of her ire, Queen Grimhilde still saw her other step-daughter as a potential threat in the future. Does Rose Red harbor any resentment towards her sister for leaving her behind? What effect has this had on their relationship? I can definitely see this being one of the driving forces behind Snow White kind of stumbling headfirst further into the dark underbelly of Fabletown. Without Rose Red there to temper her quiet, she will need to find her noise somewhere else, and I’d be very afraid where she finds it.

WHAT KEEPS A KIND GIRL ALIVE IN THE WILD? The answer is fairly simple: kindness pays for kindness. I’d love for Scout to take someone, not exactly under her wing because I’m not sure that she’s in a proper sort of from of mind at the moment to completely well and truly be responsible for another person, but I certainly want for there to be someone in Fabletown whom Scout would die for, whom Scout would protect with her life the way the Huntsman protected hers with his own. Perhaps she feels a bit like she owes the world, having survived not one but two assassination attempts, but I think she is just the kind of soul who loves to love, who loves to spread light where she can even while she’s letting the darkness seep into her soul. I’d love to see her interacting with someone who’s naive, someone who hasn’t had the same bad things happen to them as they’ve happened to her, or maybe someone who is currently going through a hardship that she can help them through. A huge part of Scout is her innate kindness, and to see that manifest itself in her sharing it with someone else would be incredible.

PLAYER’S CHOICE:

CURIOUS / NAIVE: There’s no doubt that Scout is curious. The stories don’t pay much credence to it as far as I can tell except to say that in Snow-White and Rose Red that Snow White is quiet and tends to favor reading to playing outside. I’ve taken that and combined it with what we get in the Disney version and the other Grimm fairytale and come to this conclusion that Snow White has this insatiable need for knowledge. She loves to know things, and I can just see her sitting in the gardens reading a book, not noticing the time passing until suddenly the sun has disappeared behind the horizon and she can no longer read the page before her. As she grew older, she wasn’t allowed much to interact with her people, but she was allowed out into the woods near the castle, and she wandered the grounds at length, learning about the wildlife and the fauna there, learning about the flowers that could kill and the herbs that could heal, sketching each of them in a journal for her to learn and memorize. This curiosity did her well enough in Homeland, where she was kept separate from other people and she had Rose Red to fill her in on any human stories that she might want to hear, but she is also deeply naive when it comes to human interactions. She’s learning, slowly but surely, what it means to truly live among the villains, but she is still learning. Her curiosity is a wonderful thing, and it makes her more knowledgeable about so many things in this world than many of her fellow fables, but there’s a reason curiosity killed that cat, and Scout is well on her way to finding out just how true that it.

THE BIRDS AND THE BEES: Perhaps this is something of a cliché Snow White headcanon, but I’d imagine she, and Scout by proxy, have quite an affinity for mother nature and all of her creatures. She feeds the ducks bread every couple of weeks, and leaves milk out for the stray cat the lives near her apartment. She tried bringing it home with her once, but it mewled and cried and scratched at her door until she let it back out into the streets. Sometimes things just can’t be caged, and she’s starting to truly understand that. In Homeland, she spent a lot of her free time cataloging different plant species, and could probably have killed someone without any need for magic, all she’d need to do are pluck a few berries and toss them in among a small bowl of blueberries. There aren’t exactly as many fauna in Fabletown for Scout to analyze as there was in Homeland, but she still has all that knowledge tucked up in the back of her head.

HISTORY IS WRITTEN BY THE VICTORS: Scout has something of an affinity for reading texts, always has and she suspects she always will. It started in Homeland, where she did little with her time but spend it in the library, or reading books stolen from the library in various nooks throughout the castle grounds. She could devour texts about their history and fictional books and nonfiction texts about anything and everything in between, and since coming to Fabletown she’s found that she quite enjoys reading about human history. Her apartment is often an absolute mess because the sheer volume of books she’s collected cannot be contained within the four walls.

DREAMING IN SLOW MOTION: Scout, since coming to Fabletown, has had a great deal of trouble sleeping. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out why that is, but she doesn’t like to talk about it all the same. It makes her feel weak, that this is her terrible thing she must overcome. There are those in Fabletown who have had it far worse than she, whose families forced them into servitude and who got turned into household objects, people who watched loved ones die, get eaten by wolves. She was forced into a coma, made to sleep without sleeping. That, she thinks, is what has made her so afraid. That while she was in the coma, she remembers the people being around her. She remembers the dwarves mourning her, remembers the elderly old woman cackling over her as her throat closed up and she couldn’t so much as scream for help. Maybe if she’d truly been asleep, maybe if when Prince Charming kissed her she hadn’t heard him coming, maybe then she wouldn’t be so terrified every evening to go to sleep, scared out of her mind that she’ll wake up without waking up once again. But she is terrified, and so she avoids sleep. She’ll go running, run as far as her legs will take her and then run back home. She’ll curl up in a booth at the local diner with a book in hand and sip at the jet fuel coffee until she’s so tired the world blurs before her eyes, stumble home and into bed and sleep a fitful sleep for a few hours and then wake up to do it all over again the next day. Sometimes soon it will catch up to her, but for now she’s surviving.

IN CHARACTER INTERVIEW:

QUESTION ONE: How do you feel about the Exodus?

She knows what the rest of Fabletown would say, thinks that she knows all too well how they would skin her alive for her honest answer. She can’t help it though, can’t help the way that Fabletown feels infinitely more like a home to her than Homeland had ever felt.

She smiles, something soft and subtle, but there all the same.

“If I tell you, do you promise not to tell?” She says, keeping her eyes trained on the police deputy standing next to her. He’s close, too close almost. Close enough that she thinks she can smell his aftershave on his skin, mixed with the scent of coffee grounds and something woodsy. They both are leaned against the wall, shoulders pressed up against the concrete wall outside of Wonderland. She’s been allowed a break to answer the officer’s questions, but something about the way he’s looking at her makes her wonder if he’s really taking her questioning all that seriously.

“Only if you answer correctly,” he responds, and somewhere in her head she knows that he’s trying to flirt, that he’s playing coy with her because she’s in her work uniform and the skin exposed makes his gaze drop from the truth of the situation to her clavicle.

With him looking at her, even more so, with him not looking at her but at her body, she’s reminded of all the times that she wasn’t afforded the opportunity to be anything more than her pretty face. She thinks about the time in Homeland where a prince kissed her awake and got to call it saving her life, then marry her for his efforts; thinks of being completely at the mercy of the Huntsman, teary eyed and begging for a life she barely even wanted. She remembers sitting in the castle like a ghost, some shell of a girl barely able to lay claim to her life. She thinks about Homeland, and then she thinks about Wonderland, about the clash and the gore and the glitter and the glitz and all eyes on her. She thinks about all the ways that she’s felt like… well, likesomeone. She thinks, even with the glitter she had to scrub off her skin at the end of the night, rubbing at flesh until its red and raw, and the outfits that left nothing to the imagination, that she is more free than she ever was before the Exodus.

Her head cocks to the side, and she knows it’s a risk, but she answers honestly all the same.

“I think it’s the best thing that could have happened to me.”

QUESTION TWO: Was it hard adjusting to life in Fabletown? Do you miss the Homeworld?

“Not particularly,” she says in response to his second question. “You and I didn’t know each other back then, but something tells me you wouldn’t have been half as interested back then as you are right now.”

She is still smiling that half-smile, her eyes amused by the police officers line of questioning. Scout knows that it’s only standard, that they’re asking anyone with even half a connection to Scarlet Morales the same questions, but they feel trivial all the same. She’d had as hard a time as anyone else adjusting to Fabletown. No one she knew had an easy time. Who could have, after all? They’d been stripped of everything that they knew and thrust into a new land, a new world, one absent so many things that they had known once upon a time.

“I find that hard to believe,” her officer responds, almost scoffing as her appraises her.

“Just trust me,” she says, raising her eyebrows and tilting her head to the side in an arrogant way that feels foreign. “Everyone else does.”

QUESTION THREE: Where is your favorite place in Fabletown or New York?

“My favorite place?” she says, echoing the officer.

She has to pause for a moment, contemplating where she thinks might be her favorite place. The list, she felt, could go on for miles. She loves every single one of the parks, loves to walk through them and hear the wind in the trees at dawn, the song of birds calling to each other the only other noise when the human world hasn’t seen fit to rise yet. There’s the museum, where she loves to sit and stare at the marvels that humans have created with a few strokes of a brush on canvas. She loves it there, sitting among all that sheer humanity. It’s Earth’s very own version of magic, she thinks. She thinks about late nights, killing time before her shift starts, wandering through the bookstore, perusing spines and picking up one’s that speak to her.

“Would you believe me if I said the bookshop?” She says, her eyebrows raised as though she expects somehow that she will be laughed at, as though she’s prepared to laugh at herself, to make herself small for this man. Old habits are hard to break, she’s finding.

“So she’s got brains and beauty,” he says instead of laughing, and she is immediately grateful.

“I’ll let you be the judge of that,” she responds, laughing lightly, feeling a weight off her chest.

QUESTION FOUR: How do you feel about magic? Do you think it should be banned, regulated, or neither?

And immediately the weight is back, twice as heavy.

Three times.

Four times.

Growing with every impending second, every moment that she has to think about the terrors magic has inflicted on her life. It’s a horror, a thing that rots in the pit of her stomach and turns her blood to battery acid, the memories that come to the surface when she thinks about magic. A finger pricked on a needle, a blood offering for a beautiful daughter that her mother hadn’t even know she was making to the land. Red lips whispering in a grieving man’s ear, about beauty and power and the taste of trouble on the horizon that could be squashed by a simple exchange of vows. Mirror, mirror on the wall, who’s the fairest of them all?

Death, she thinks, wrapping its slender fingers around Magic’s throat.

That’d be the fairest scene in the land.

Her jaw is tight, but she tries her best not to make it so. She’s spent her time since coming to Fabletown trying to forget the girl she had been before, the girl subject to the whims of magic and the terrors it caused her. Here, she was better. Here, she could be stronger. Here, the magic wouldn’t touch her.

“I think magic makes it easier for weak hearts to rule,” she says carefully, not wanting to make her stance against magic quite so obvious. It never did her well, not in a place where magic would always be the true King. “And weak hearts often can’t support others. The last thing Fabletown needs is to be ruled by people who don’t know how to help anyone but themselves.”

Let her officer do with that what he would.

QUESTION FIVE: Who do you think killed Little Red Riding Hood?

“I don’t think I’m high enough on the totem pole to be of much use to you on that one,” she says, her shoulders still tight from trying to avoid the last question. She purses her lips, narrows her eyes slightly as she fully takes in the face leaned in so close to her own.

It’s nice, she thinks; all sharp lines and planes contrasting with shadows. For a half second, her finger twitch and she wishes she had her sketchbook with her so that she could do a fast outline of the officer’s face. But she hadn’t picked up her sketch book in weeks, and something tells her that he would take it as a sign of something that she didn’t want for it to be. She liked to appreciate beauty, and something in his gaze told her he probably liked to exploit it.

She pushes away from the wall then and takes a step backwards, keeping eye contact with the pretty police officer whose name she’d need to pretend to forget if he ever came crawling around Wonderland during his off duty hours. She didn’t mind the wandering eyes, liked them even, could bask in them for hours and not get tired of them, but something about him made her feel like maybe she would give in if he asked, like maybe he was someone she could lose herself in.

She had lost herself for years.

She didn’t need to do it again here.

Fabletown was her second chance at freedom. She wasn’t going to waste it on a pair of sharp cheekbones and a smile to match. So, she looks away, turning on her heel and begins to walk away, figuring that was the end of the interview. Once you got to the question of who killed Little Red, there couldn’t be much else left to ask, after all. She hesitates on her fourth step though, and turns back around. She’s almost unsurprised to see the officer still has his eyes on her departing figure. Almost.

“I wouldn’t think twice about looking more closely at Queen Grimhilde.” The words tumble out of her before she knows fully what she’s said, and her officer looks surprised she gave him an actual answer. She doesn’t blame him; she’s surprised, too. “Maybe it’s old grudges coming to bear, but I’ve never known her to be averse to murder if it would further her own gain. Not sure what she gains from Scarlet being gone, but if there’s something there, you’d be right to suspect her.”

And with that she turns away again and doesn’t look back when she walks through the backdoor, straight into the heart of Wonderland.

#poison:intro #intro.#graphic.#in character #its a /little/ long so brownie points to anyone who actually reads it all through honestly

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OLIVIA

here’s olivia’s file. she is a personification of the british transatlantic crossing ocean liner RMS Olympic. as the lead ship of the white star line's trio of olympic-class liners ( the RMS Olympic's sister ships were the tragically famous RMS Titanic and the HMHS Britannic ), the RMS Olympic became the world's largest ship in 1911 after her completion ------ a title that had previously belonged to the RMS Mauretania. unlike her sisters, the Olympic had a long career ( from 1911 to 1935 ) that included service as toopship during the first world war, which granted her the nickname of '' Old Reliable''. the RMS Olympic later returned to civilian service after the war and served successfully as an ocean liner throughout the 1920s && into the first half of the 1930s. however, the increased competition combined with the slump in trade during the Great Depression made her operation increasingly unprofitable and, in 1935 she was withdrawn from service and sold for scrap ------ her demolition was only completed in 1937.

fandom: historical ; titanic ; multifandom

preferences: memes ; starter calls ; unplotted threads

shipping: lowkey selective

GENERAL INFORMATION.

full name: olivia olympic

nickname: ollie ( as a child; only her sisters called her that ) ; Old Reliable ( a nickname unknown to her given later in life, called behind her back by friends and allies )

age: late 30′s \ verse dependent

date of birth: october 20th

date of death: became ill at the end of 1935, eventually died in 1937

place of birth: liverpool, uk

zodiac: libra

gender: cis female

nationality: british

religion: non religious

orientation: closeted bisexual, with primarily heterosexual tendencies

relationship status: single ; married \ verse dependent

PHYSICAL ATTRIBUTES.

face claim: michelle dockery

height: 5'8

hair color: raven black

eye color: chocolate brown eyes

tattoos: n/a

distinguishing marks: expressive face ; gentle eyes ; slightly pronounced jawline

clothing style: posh && usually not practical - she still maintains rich appearences even during the great depression. dark dresses, fit for her financial status && family name.

BACKGROUND INFORMATION.

spoken languages: english and french

financial status: upper class, old money.

education level: graduated from Somerville College, a degree in english literature

occupation: one of the heiresses of the Olympic family shipping company && it's fortune ; part time writer, as a hobby

FAMILIAL INFORMATION.

mother: margaret ‘maggie’ olympic

father: balthasar ‘baltus’ olympic

siblings: tatiana olympic && brianna olympic

children: n/a

BIOGRAPHY

olivia olympic was born in a golden crib, meant to have everything ( and more ) than what any girl could ever want. living in the family's countryside estate, olivia was practically designed from young age to be a proper lady. as the eldest olympic sister it is no wonder that she is the most level headed && responsible of the three ------ which becomes a handy trait years later, after their parents die.

after the three ladies are left to manage the shipping company && fortune on their own, olivia naturally takes the lead of the company ------ trying her best to make their business grow and maintain their expensive && luxurious lifestyle. although the rival, cousin, company tried to buy the olympic's company, olivia was quite vocal about her refusal ------ not even considering the idea of giving away the only thing that reminded them of their parents.

after her graduation, olivia started to write books && journals as a pastime ------ sadly, she never dared to publish them. prior to her parents deaths, she considered taking a teaching career. strong, determinate && patient, olivia leads her life as kindly as she can, despite the rough years && the loss her family would go through. as a gift to her sisters, and to continue her father's projects, three sister ships were built and named after them: the Olympic, the Titanic && the Britannic and, for some time, happiness returned Olympic family.

but alas, life was not a dream && all good things must come to an eventual end. tatiana's death in the sinking of her ship's maiden voyage caused a big impact on olivia, who turned to her work to ease away the pain of the loss. with the eruption of the war, olivia made the decision of withdrawing the Olympic from civilian and commercial services to convert it into a troopship.

after refusing the prior two marriage proposals of charles, a member of the rival company owner of the ship that rescued the Titanic victims, olivia eventually accepts. although the couple was the most unusual, due to their clashing personalities, their marriage worked better than what was expected.

unfortunately, death knocked on the olympic family's door once again, this time taking the youngest. had it not been for charles, olivia would've given up on everything after brianna's death. her ship eventually returned to civilian service after the war && served successfully as an ocean liner throughout the 1920s and into the first half of the 1930s, yet she was no longer the lively, strong willed, woman she had been for, when her sisters died, part of her heart died with them.

with the increasing competition && the great depression, olivia's company ended up joining her husband's company in order to survive. in her later years of life, olivia became ill and eventually died in 1937. charles took care of her through her last years and published olivia's notebook of letters to her deceased sisters, fullfilling his wife's last wish to publish a book.

VERSES

as most characters found here, OLIVIA is multiverse & multiship; crossovers & ocs are more than welcomed !!

CANON VERSES

( VERSE 1 ) ———- unsinkable ; tba

( VERSE 2 ) ———- a night to remember ; tba

( VERSE 3 ) ———- voyage of dreams ; tba

AU VERSES

( VERSE 4 ) ———- modern verse tba ; tba

( VERSE 5 ) ———- tba ; tba

( VERSE 6 ) ———- harry potter verse tba ; tba

EXTRA INFORMATIONS

as i write her, i’ll dump here some infos \ hcs that are important to know before approaching her.

it was only after she married charles that olivia found out that she could not have kids. although this made her upset, the couple lived a good life together

inwardly, olivia blames herself for her sisters deaths.

WARNINGS !

although this character does not belong to a violent universe, do expect some cursing, war related threads && mentions of death to be mentioned. her views \ actions are not the same as the mun. as usual, everything will be tagged accordingly so you can easily blacklist - in case you need something specific to be tagged, send me a message in my ims && i will tag it. i will simply delete anon hate.

CREDIT

this character is both a personification and an original character. i try my best to write her as respectfully as i can, in consideration of the victims and, even though her arch is based on real life tragedies, she belongs to a purely fictional universe and i claim no ownership or affiliation with the source material and the faceclaim here listed above. however, i do claim ownership of my personal headcanons written here as well my interpretation of the character ( and the characters arc ). all rights go the actual owners

#mobile navigation; file #y'all should add ship personifications to your mumus #its 2019 #that's what we do

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