#handmaiden verse

[alexversenaberrie]

Versé ~ handmaiden-slicer of Senator Amidala

Versé, formerly known as Versaat, was the niece of Mariek Panaka, a captain in the Royal Naboo Security Forces and the wife of Captain Quarsh Panaka. Versé was recommended by Panaka to join Senator Padmé Amidala's new cohort of Handmaidens. She was a top-notch slicer and used her talents in Amidala's service in more ways than one.

Versé and her fellow handmaiden Cordé were killed when the ship they had traveled to the planet Coruscant on was destroyed by the bounty hunter Zam Wesell in an attempt to kill Amidala and prevent her from voting against the Military Creation Act.

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Handmaidens: Yané I Sabé | Eirtaé | Motté | Ellé

[quccninchains]

| @twogoldenchains sent: ❛ i don’t think i’ve ever seen you smile. ❜

{☾} Her eyes glance up from the embroidery in her lap, the small smile on her face dying. A warmth spreads along her cheeks, nose wrinkling softly--almost embarrassed that she had been caught daydreaming. "I haven't had much to smile about in the past few days, I'm afraid, Shae," she hums softly, brown eyes flickering over her maid, back to the work at hand.

Darning her husband's shirts while the fire snapped and crackled. Tyrion would be in the council for hours, she assumed--they had all heard how RAUCOUS and obnoxious King Joffrey seemed. It made her stomach turn--the cruelty of the King and his mother. And they had her cousin in their grasps.

She lets the silence hang between them for a few moments before she gestures for her lady to join her in the chair across from her. Shae was perfectly cordial, kind--and yet, the woman had featured in more of her anxious nightmares than she would like to admit. Any fool would have had to be blind not to notice the almost...TERRITORIAL way Shae was around her husband. It had made Alicent uncomfortable. Like she was a ghost. A consolation prize.

It had bothered her so much that she had approached Tyrion the night before and asked him: what was Shae to him? What was her place now?

...did he prefer her to his wife?

She had been pleased by his honesty--even if he had seemed just as uncomfortable as she was. Even more so, she was pleased that he loved her. Just as she had grown to love him.

Alicent returned her eyes back to her work, humming softly. "...Is it hard? Pining for a lost love?" She asks thoughtfully, sincerely. If Shae wanted an excuse to leave, an excuse to free herself from serving the woman who supplanted her...she would offer it. "I've never been in love before now. My father...well, Lady Olenna, arranged this marriage for me. I...the closest thing I had known was the love from my books."

[jundlcndwastes]

❝ Watch your feet! ❞ Juniper called out as she jutted out from one of the many alleyways in town. A droid no bigger than the size of her boot was not that far in front of her, rolling through the gravel into the herd of people. Its wiring had malfunctioned and the metal being was blindly going where its wheels decided to navigate it. Before it could be trampled underneath anyone, she finally caught up to it and swiped it up into her hands, cradling its lightweight metal body against her chest. ❝ Sorry about that, ❞ she apologized to the person she'd run out in front of, huffing to catch her breath. ❝ The little guy got away from me. ❞

☆ ───── @libertydestined liked for a starter !

[politicalprocrastinator]

since a lot of padme's handmaidens are no longer working actors (or just randomly played by Sofia fucking Coppola an insane detail) I've been hcing more active actors in my head and honestly I think this lineup is pretty solid

obviously sabe remains Keira knightly. I need to see her in a queer role and book!sabe is a tragic lesbian icon 10/10

for eirtae who looks the least like padme i HC rose ayling-ellis as young eirtae and Marlee maitlin for when she's older. both are deaf actors so there's an opportunity for more representation there. however I am aware that ayling-ellis uses bsl while maitlin uses asl. I think in universe this could be portrayed as there being a difference between sign language on naboo and coruscant and it's a good opportunity to inform viewers that not all sign languages are the same

sache (who was played by Sofia Coppola goddamn) is described in the books as having been left the most hurt/scarred from the battle of naboo so I'd also go with a disabled actor for her. personally I think Kiera Allen for young sache and Ruth madeley for older sache

in the og movies rabe was portrayed by a Brazilian actress so I think it's right to keep her a woman of colour. I think Madeleine madden would be great for that role not least cos in the deleted attack of the clones scenes all padme's family have Australian accents so it's probably safe to say the nabooian accent sounds more Australian than the coruscanti accent which probably sounds a lot closer to Nat portman's new York accent

ek Johnston who wrote the queen's trilogy about padme said she considered making verse trans which I think is a great idea even if she didn't end up including it in the books. therefore I think hari nef of and just like that and Barbie fame would suit the role well, especially cos she's also Jewish like nat portman

I don't really have opinions on the other handmaidens cos I haven't even finished the book yet but I think they're a really good vehicle to add more diversity into the series and metaphorically they work well for feminist discussions of star wars as you can play with the theme that all these women who may look quite similar actually have strikingly different experiences

[akumanoken]

When you're too human and headstrong for your position but also you wear it like a fucking crown on your head because you don't take shit from anyone...

[mxnofhonour]

@pyrinas (as discussed)

The golden hand feels like a shackle upon the lion. Placed upon him by Cersei. She had told him it was a gift, but it is little more than a mockery, serving as a reminder to all that he is a cripple. She has treated him as such ever since the moment he returned to her. And now, she has shunned him in a way that she never has before. She has rejected him.

He had stalked from the hall soon after she had told him she would not be seen dancing with a one-handed knight, knowing he would likely kill the next man she spoke to if he remained. He’s uncertain where he is going, but he knows he cannot stay there.

As he rounds a darkened corner, he comes upon a figure standing beside an open window, seemingly gazing out across the city as the sun sets. He nears her, and his eyes fall upon the cane the woman leans upon.

Lady Iren.

She has been within Cersei’s flock of handmaidens for as long as Jaime can recall, but he knows she is the most favoured. And, as she had grown to womanhood, she had caught Jaime’s eye on more occasions than he would ever dare to admit.

But things had seemingly shifted in the moons past. More glances had been shared between the two, with the occasional gentle smile when Cersei was not looking. Jaime found himself falling to sleep most nights thinking of the bronzite hue of her eyes.

At one time, he might have felt shame in looking at another woman, but not now. Not when Cersei had rejected him so harshly.

“My lady,” he says gently as he moves beside her. She is dressed in an elegant gown tonight, a world apart from the usual plain garb she wears when she is with Cersei. “If you’ll allow me to speak freely…that gown is most becoming of you.”

[wornkindnessa]

as much as i would like for it to be otherwise, and this is just mostly my own thoughts and like gut feeling but i don't think amelia and padme's handmaidens are ever really friends. i can't speak for all of them but over all outside of being polite, they would probably prefer to have nothing to do with her.

[usyrps]

THE FACE OF NOON IS ONE BEAMING, MADE ALL THE BRIGHTER WITH THE BIRDSONG WHICH SEEMS TO HIM INCESSANT. the sun, turned traitor, mocks him with its bright beams, streaming through the keep in ambush of his aching head, thrumming still with the weight of the evening's wine. whatever humming slips past the lady christine's lips is surely a lovely lull. a shame he cannot appreciate it in his state of mind, as he lifts his gaze toward her with no small effort, ❛ dragons sing, too. did you know? their songs are oft not as pleasant as yours, i'll admit. ❜ the prince scoffs a laugh, which deteriorates into a groan, his brows pinched in a displeasure soon concealed 'neath the shade of a hand thrown over his forehead, with theatrics lending themselves to his daze, ❛ all the same, i should prefer a bout of some... silent ballad now, my lady, if you please. ❜

AN AUDIENCE, @scandinave.

[b-lysia]

ranting about anti-feminists (ter fs)

I'm not sure how, or why, but I occasionally forget that at least 30-50% of tumblr is just the equivalent of 4chan users in left wing aesthetic cosplay.

Loser incels/femcels , f.a.r.t.s who refuse to attempt self actualization, and are more interested in contextualizing the injustices of the world as if they're cosmically fundamental and unchangeable, because their identity as "the underdog" would go away if we ever managed to actually make the world better, and then they would have to figure out how to be a person.

Idiots full of spite, with no intention of spending it productively\

Willful, cruel, petty little fools, full of rage, who are hell bent on hoarding it like a dragon. Who will burn and raze cities, steal from and strike down their fellows who are victim to the same plight as theirs, because that will better facilitate the sweltering growth of their hoard.

Because striking out at the dark would end their suffering, and the comfort of their scales and the cave are too great to return to the vulnerability of flesh. Much less fight so no one else need don scales and fiery breath.

[quirkthieves]

@f4mily from here

Lacramioara, much unlike his companion, upon noticing the dishes, begins to absentmindedly stack and clear them out of what may be habit, some instinctual need to be mannerly, or both.

In response to Dee's smile, she beams back, revealing a pair of large, slightly curved canines. Dee may not bite, but he certainly does.

"I was just curious." Nervousness wasn't in Lacramioara's nature, typically, but there was something both admirable and deeply familiar about the laissez-faire confidence with which this woman held herself, enough to leave him slightly unsure if she was even allowed to speak to her.

"I brought gifts, as is polite." The dishes are neatly stacked and placed on the counter, and he looks around for a rag to begin wiping tables. "But it would be no good if you disliked them, right?"

[alexversenaberrie]

Versé joined Senator Padmé Amidala's new cohort of Handmaidens. She was a top-notch slicer and used her talents in Amidala's service in more ways than one.

She served her lady till her death, when Padme's ship was assassinated by Zam Wesell.

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[mayxthexforce]

[celestialcrcwn]

bonnie and brittneys main verse ( their princess diaries verse ) will have two parts. a past in which takes place during their high school years and they’re transitioning into the royal life, then there will be their present when they’re graduated, older and simply trying to find that balance. 

[royaldreamweaver]

@soulst1c3  And so it begins...the verse of the tag.  ^_^

Shutara sits at her post, world weary.  She’s never found the one who’s been meant to be tied to her, but she comes anyway, every year, at the solstice, to stay until the first of the year.  The pilgrims come with those with hopeless causes.  In her light, they liven for families who wish to send them off with a final set of good memories, one last stretch of stasis as a living thing before they leave.  

She’s felt the tie many times in her life, like one who blinked in and out of existence.  It almost felt like he or she was a figment of her imagination.  As much as she’d have loved to grant the wishes of so many, Shutara wants her wishes granted as well.

It’s chilly that night, and its not lost on her how she bears the crown of the sun.  

A family comes in, tired and haggard, young boy in arms, weak, tired.  She greets them at the door to the shrine.  She’s seen many today, all ages, genders, races, but this one strikes her as peculiar.  Reaching out, she takes him into her own arms, and suddenly she understands.  It’s like a thunderclap.  Painted eyes open wide as soft green ones do as well, but in comfort, rather than shock.

He’s breathtaking.  So much wisdom in the young and earnest face. She looks at the family that brought him here, knowing what they likely assumed they’d be told.  

“What is your name, young one?” she asks as she sets him down.  

He’s strong, steady on his feet, much stronger than she can make most people.  He is equally as vital as her.  He clings to life, preserving, supporting.  

She understands everything now.

“How long have you waited. No…how many lives?”  Shutara knows he’s of the age that he’s still lucid of these things.  It will be lost soon though.  Everyone grows.  “Can you remember?” she asks.

She looks over the family who brought him, but she needs his words first.  After all with a contract like this one—there is much to know.

[alintalzin]

Neat.

Nâdune: The Handmaidens

The word for handmaiden in Nabooro is nâdune, and is rooted in the same word as “warrior” (tonde), as handmaidens are meant to not only accompany queens (or princesses, when Naboo was not yet an elected monarchy) and offer them companionship, but also guard and protect them when necessary.

Traditionally, handmaidens were older than the princess, but as the tradition of enshué ‘n canâk (masks and disguises), developed out of the older traditions of facepaint and veiling, handmaidens slowly became the same age as the princess or royal they were protecting in order to disguise themselves as her better.

The handmaid who closest resembles the one they protect (or, if several of them look similar, the title is afforded to a handmaid who has been injured in her duty towards her princess) is known as the shâm nâdun, and is the highest ranking of the nâdune, though that rank is more a formality than anything else in the present day.

The parallel figure to this for young princes is a cânsag. Cânsag have similar functions to nâdune, in that they are usually of an age with the prince or young royal or noble they protect so they can disguise themselves as each other in situations where it is necessary, though the forms their enshué take are different.

Regarding Padmé’s nâdune:

Sabé / Tsabin means “herald of new life/growth”, translating literally as “mouth of the seed.”

Eirtaé / Eirtama means “poetic.”

Ballory (Balori) is a vocational family name for those who were once royal or religious warriors, translating literally to “warriors of the Six.” (More on “the Six” soon!)

Rabé / Rabene means “daughter of spring”.

Tonsort is also a once-vocational name for religious warriors, translating to “blessed warrior.”

Saché / Sashah is a name with many meanings, generally understood as meaning “deeper than meets the eye”, though can also be understood as ‘mysterious,’ or ‘one who is less than trustworthy’ - translating literally as “to question what you see.”

Adova is a regional name for those from the Western continent.

While Sabé and Cordé are the nâdune who most resemble Padmé, Saché was given the title of shâm nâdun after the Invasion of Naboo.

Yané / Suyan means “diamond, gem,” though Yané specifically is also a name in itself that means “life, greenery.”

Higin is a historical vocational name for higher ranking tailors on Naboo, i.e. tailor.

Cordé / Cordyn is a traditional name meaning “protector of the past.”

Dormé / Dorra means “cold,” and is one of several traditional winter names for children.

Versé / Versaat means “blessed,” or, more literally, “daughter of the Six.”

Moteé is more of a metaphoric name/phrase that is best translated as “to bloom,” though it translates literally as “to grow wings,” kind of in the sense of… to come into your own?

As Moteé doesn’t have a canon ‘original’ name i.e. before-she-was-a-handmaiden name, I came up with my own: Motil.

Most of these handmaiden names are actual names, though not all of them are particularly common ones (Yané is the one that is most commonly in use in the present day). The -é form is a presently somewhat old-fashioned way of constructing names used in previous centuries by royalty—so, these names do mostly maintain their actual meaning, because the root for most of their names is the same.

* I do eventually intend to come up with more last names and assign them some, but that’s… not a priority for me right now.

[cto10121]

Maybe I just feel this way because I have mixed feelings about musical Gelphie as a ship, but it seems to me that the way the musical fandom ships Gelphie reflects the ways that the musical is "the Glinda show." Personally, I can believe that Glinda might really be in love with Elphaba and not Fiyero, but I just don't see the same being true for Elphaba; her love for Fiyero and the trauma of losing him are too essential to her arc. Yet the fans insist that Fiyero is just comphet for both ladies.

*looks around nervously for the Gelphies* You said it, not me.

Seriously, you took the words out of my mouth. I’ve re-read Wicked countless times during the years, even adapted it into a movie script, so I close read it pretty carefully. Romance-wise, Elphaba’s true love was definitely Fiyero. And no, it wasn’t comp het, either in Elphaba’s character or authorial (also, accusing Gregory Maguire of out-of-character comp het is just hilarious).

Let’s put aside the fact that Elphaba went into a trauma coma when she lost him, gave birth to his son during said coma, went to the Vinkus to ask forgiveness from his wife, lived there, worked tirelessly to find out what happened to Fiyero’s whole-ass family after they were captured by the Wizard’s guards, and ran his family estate for years. Let’s put all of that aside.

Fiyero was the only one in the whole damn book even to come close to matching Elphaba intellectually and philosophically. He even manages to challenge her on some points (and honestly, imo, he did gag her at some points). He even reached a level of empathy for the Animals on his own, witnessing an act of violence. And he risked his own life to protect Elphaba, even following her in her assassination attempt to Madame Morrible. And it was thanks to his influence that Elphaba ultimately refused to hurt others in order to kill Morrible (they literally had a whole conversation about collateral damage, with Elphaba prepared to accept it and Fiyero firmly against it). When he died, it was as if a key part of Elphaba had died as well. It was in that section that she truly became the Witch.

With Glinda, Elphaba would essentially be replicating her dynamic with Nessarose as glorified handmaiden, and this at best. Also, Glinda was never that great an influence on Elphaba in the books to begin with; the whole point of that section was Elphaba’s influence on Glinda. And Glinda did not go with her after their meeting with the Wizard, and Elphaba did not offer.

Even in the musical-verse, Fiyero actively chooses Elphaba and her cause. His support is ultimately why Elphaba chooses him. With Glinda, she would have to live in her world, work with the Wizard, and turn a blind eye over the injustices of Oz. And that is something Elphaba can’t or will not compromise, as she knows it would lead her into certain danger.