#Marionette; Are your strings tied tight for proper movement? || Fantasy verse

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“DON’T” sentence starters || @riiese

« don’t be scared » (— Ingvar)

Well, go figure, her plan went wrong. Getting caught red-handed, literally, was not on her agenda. At the very least, the job was done.

For now, all she could do was disappear into the wilderness and hope nobody was persistent enough to attempt to look for her now. It had been at least a full day- maybe longer. Solita's lost track at this point. She hadn't even risked sleeping, let alone stopping.

Needless to say, she was exhausted. She hadn't even noticed that she was walking almost right into a giant until he noticed her. Her hands on her crossbow she took a sharp breath, stumbling backwards.

The words were enough to shock her into stopping. She had heard some things around this world and what giants were like. How true were they? She kept her hands on her weapon as she studied him.

"Hard not t' be at least a little scared." Was the careful retort. "Why shouldn't I?"

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Semi-Selective, mutual-only independent RP blog for two fandomless OCs. Written by Fawn (21+, she/they) originally est. 2017. Remade 2021. 

A character study in: Manic pixie dream girls, the black swan theory and symbolism, the beauty in unpredictability, the manipulated, being your own worst enemy, trauma bonds, toxic dependency, the consequences of choice and lack thereof, never being able to return home, existential horror, the horror of immortality, paradoxes, the multiverse, death and revival, the inability to be honest even to oneself, the needs of all versus the needs of one, being unable to save someone who doesn't want to be saved, and more.

Carrd || Promo || Interest Tracker || Perma Call

Rules updated - 1/31/24 Solita updated - 2/15/24 Deity updated - 1/31/24 Verses updated - 2/07/24 Bonds updated - 7/26/23

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unprompted || @knightshonour

seems someone's helped themselves to his campsite, judging by the unfamiliar face in front of the fire.

"And just what are you doing here?"

That reaction wasn’t unexpected, anyone would be suspicious of a stranger appearing like this. “If you’re worried I went shufflin’ through anything, I didn’t.” Sol held up her hands to show she wasn’t a threat. 

The drifter may or may not have fallen into a stream and ended up soaked. But not like she would admit to that, even if her clothes and hair were notably damp. It wasn't like the fire was gonna go out faster if another person was there, so when she came across his campsite she considered it a very happy convenience. Better than building herself one while cold and wet, at least. “I just wanted to enjoy th’ fire.” 

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Tags r hard

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@sins-of-the-sea ♡'d for a starter

The way Sombra shifted restlessly in the stable as she brushed the day's dirt away made her sigh. "I know, I know. There's probably too many people 'round here for you, huh? Can y' at least put up with it? I'll take you out for fresh air as much as I can." Talking like this was more absentminded babble for her own state of mind, it had been a while since she had to sit still like this.

Solita glanced up at the Sombra stepping further away from the stable door, his ears starting to twist back. She couldn't help but sigh as she stepped around her horse to see a man who seemed to be standing outside her stall.

She couldn't help but raise a brow at the auburn-haired man. "You lookin' for something, or just here to gawk?" The Drifter asked as she moved to lean herself on the door. "If y' want, I can draw you a picture or somethin', it'll probably last longer."

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Am I still brainrotting over Sombra? Yes.

So Sombra is a draft horse, so he is a big guy. Seven feet in height, and incredibly heavy to boot. He's a bit too much for Sol to handle sometimes, with as much of a size difference as there is.

He's got a dark coat- not purely black but a deep dark shade of brown. Outside of scars from abuse by his previous owners, and scars made from getting into fights with other horses or animals, he's notably cared for. Well-groomed and glossy coat, and nicely kept mane and tail.

Sombra is big, mean, and stubborn to boot. Even if he trusts Sol and was essentially re-trained by her hand, there's times she struggles to get him to listen.

Very strong, full of stamina. Originating from a farm and used as a working animal for difficult farm labor. He's not an ideal horse for travel, but Solita won't complain about having a horse that can carry a little more.

Rather territorial of his space, and of his person. Get too close and he will bite. Have Solita's attention, and he will make an attempt to bite. He will also bite Sol too, if he's looking for attention or plainly just in a bad mood.

Very food-motivated. If you wish to make friends with him, offer him tasty goodies like fruits, sugar, or sweet veggies. He'll slowly start to warm up.

Sombra caught Solitas attention mainly by how hostile he was. She bought him through an auction where he most likely he would have ended up slaughtered otherwise. While it would have been wiser to buy a more manageable and trained horse, even if it would be more expensive, she couldn't help the feeling of kindship.

She gained his trust, mostly with the help of food and treats, and trained him to, at the very least, get her from one town to the next. Sombra has very much attached himself to Sol, even with his rather grumpy and aloof behavior. He doesn't take kindly to strangers and will bite people who get too close. He may also have a jealous streak towards people around Sol.

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Send me✏️ for my muse to draw your muse. || @hriobzagelthewanderer

✏️[choose which verse but either way it'd be fun!]

Why not both

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@hriobzagelthewanderer ♡'d for a starter

"Why do y' keep followin' me?"

This started out as her attempting to ignore him. But then he just kept following her. Every time she thought she had shaken him, suddenly, there he was! Coming out of nowhere. She couldn't help but soften up at the offer of food, though. Watching with curiosity as he worked over the campfire. "Most people'd've given up, you're just weird at this point."

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@hriobzagelthewanderer x

Even if you do something a hundred thousand times, even a hundred million, there are always going to be accidents, errors, occasional slip-ups. With skills such as cooking that could be anything from using the wrong seasoning on a dish, to slicing a fingertip with a knife by mistake, to setting an entire building ablaze with a grease-fire. Even the experts fuck up sometimes, what matters more is a toss-up between prevention and quick reactions to solve the problems that arise when things go wrong, not trying to be perfect.

Of course, there is a fine line between messing up in the kitchen, and messing up when traveling between myriad dimensions, worlds, and realms with magic. At the very least, the former doesn't entail messing with the fabric of reality or laws of causality. All things considered, appearing a kilometer above a random forest instead of simply appearing at ground-level somewhere within it seems far less dangerous than arriving inside-out, several miles underground regardless of pre-existing rock formations, or punching a yawning all-consuming abyss into the fabric of reality where you should have arrived, but it still left the Shamanic Fae far in the air with nothing - no magic, no wings, and no structural support - to keep him from falling under the fickle, harsh rules of Gravity. This, of course, was certainly plenty of consolation for the clearly-panicked man with the size and weight of an adult Kodiak Grizzly - he did what he could, trying to force gusts of wind to cushion his fall to little avail, only to fall on top of a random traveler.

"Oh Mein Gott Please tell me you are okay-"

A massive hand gently lifted the absolutely crushed woman, another quickly pumped an aurora of azure, emerald, and amber energies through her battered frame, sparks of life-energy quickly repairing the damages his unforeseen landing had caused as the Giant continued to panic -merely shifting his focus from himself to the victim of his arrival. Clearly, today was not off to a great start for at least one of them. And to think, he had not five minutes ago considered dropping in on someone to say hello...

She hadn't been expecting a death today. But in her current state, it seemed she may have to add to her tally. There was a groan of protest at being moved. There was more than a few things in her body that had been crushed, that's for sure. Everything hurt. When her pains and aches started to ebb away, it led to a realization.

Oh great.

Someone who uses magic.

As soon as she could manage to, she scrambled away, coughing and gasping as she did. "'m fine, 'm fine-" She kept herself propped up with one arm as she fixed the large stranger with a scowl. "If y' wanted to be on top of a girl there's way easier ways of doin' so than whatever that was."

The Drifter's injuries weren't healed- that much was certain. But at least it didn't seem she was on the brink of death anymore. She stumbled to her feet and whistled for Sombra ,who had been lingering nearby. Sol stared at him for a long moment, wondering if she should say one last thing, before simply turning heel to walk away towards her horse. Muttering under her breath and even forgetting the journal she had just been sketching in.

But then, she tripped.

Hitting the ground was enough to rattle her and exacerbate her pain. She had to bite back a yell before sitting up slowly. Her pride was definitely taking a hit on this one.

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@knightshonour ♡'d for a starter

"Oh, I hadn't expected to see anyone this far into th' sticks." Maybe she had been a little nosy when she wandered closer by the sight of smoke. But who wouldn't be curious, deep into the woods where human life wasn't expected? "What're you up to out here?"