⌘Midna Twili Open Starter⌘

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⋆៹ ✩۪۟۟≭  Jenny && River Song

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Missing memories. River was missing all of her memories pre Sallow Hills. Jenny was fascinated by this. She knew people with partial memory loss, and had heard about those with false memories and memories completely wiped, but she hadn’t actually gotten the chance to meet someone like that yet. It was fascinating, from a scientific viewpoint at least. Jenny wanted to learn everything she could about this town and the strange things it did to the mind.

“Oh no, it’s exactly what I want to hear!” they said hurriedly, and then bit their lip. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to sound so eager. But the whole memory loss is part of what I’m studying at the Research Center. My main focus is the aspect of people arriving from different points in time, but I’m very intrigued by the memory issues here as well. I would love to hear about these odd flashes and gut instincts… if you’re comfortable sharing, of course.”

Jenny smiled nervously and took another sip of their tea. “To answer your question though, I’m not from here. I think I’m from a different universe entirely actually. I sort of… travel through time and space, looking for people to help and planets to save. Or at least I used to, before I got stuck here.”

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River considered, and gave a nonchalant shrug. “No offence taken. If my memory loss can be helpful to someone, I don’t see the harm in sharing any of my experience.”

She was ever so slightly unsettled by Jenny’s past, purely from a historical standpoint. A time traveler had the potential to disturb the course of history, which River found improper, but she wasn't about to say anything. It didn’t throw her off too much. She had heard about the different universes people here came from many times before. 

“That's an impressive resume you’ve got there. I’d assume it’s helpful in your field of work.”

wickedpotions​:

✧･ﾟ　  ┊　  ┊　  ┊  ZSASZ && YENNEFER

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ZSASZ COULDN’T HELP BUT SNORT.  ❝ multitasking.  A girl after my own heart, though Liz always got on me about enjoying a snack on the job. ❞  The woman certainly had an air about her that told him she knew what she was doing.  There were some in Sallow Hills it would be stupid to sell more than a hunting or pocket knife too, lest they hurt themselves more than anything else.  But he could tell she was pretty knowledgeable in the way she held herself.  It wasn’t a fake sorta confidence in what she was looking for, but something fairly genuine.

❝ SOMETIMES, THOUGH, ZONING IN ON JUST ONE THING IS FUN.  when you just let yourself focus on the hunt and nothing else.  When it takes over your entire mind. ❞  He pushed away from the counter, eyes racking over the knives in front of him.  He slid down to a different case, this one mainly filled with machetes.  However, tucked away in the back away from just a skimming eye, were a few short swords.  He pulled them out, laying them on the top of the case, then pulled out a few of his heftier daggers.  

❝ HERE’S WHAT I GOT IN STOCK RIGHT NOW.  if none of them suit your fancy, let me know what you like and don’t like about each of them and i can see what i can order the next time i get inventory. ❞

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You could never be too careful in unfamiliar places. A lesson Yennefer had learned all too well when she was much younger than she was today. Physical weapons had never been her preferred method of fighting, but one made sacrifices of aesthetics for safety. 

When it takes over your entire mind. She nearly appreciated the sentiment, but the thought made her sick. She had done once. Her Chaos took over her mind as she became a conduit for it. It was a powerful move, but deadly, and it nearly took her. No, she was better off multitasking. “I suppose you’re right, but nothing is ever sure to work out the way you plan initially. You seem to be the type to understand that.”

Studying the cases with a keen eye, Yennefer carefully considered her options. She was no fighter, but she knew enough to get by. They seemed well crafted as they could be for this place, or she thought so anyway. “I’m sure one of these will work nicely, no need for special orders.” She paused, well manicured fingers ghosting over the hilts of the weapons, before they settled over a short sword, which she picked up to feel the balance of. Not completely liking the feel, she tried the next one over, which suited her hand much better. “This one is nice. What is it?” 

@velvetcoatsandbrillianthopes​ 

THE DOCTOR & RIVER SONG THE HUSBANDS OF RIVER SONG

ofmvoonlight​:

His heart sank, his walls did as well. And that was the weirdest part of it all because they never fell. Not even around Louisa. No because around her those walls just went higher. But the purple eyed beauty in front of him made everything shatter and fall. How could this be happening? And why didn’t he know who she was when she clearly looked at him in such a way? Strangers did not look at each other like that. And that made him feel like the worst person on this planet. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt her. Why? He did not know. But he felt bound to her. Like it was his duty to keep her heart safe. 

He should be asking the questions but instead all he could give was confused grunts and silence. He didn’t know what was going on and he didn’t know what criminal offense he had done to deserve such a bad case of karma. But whatever he had done in his past life must have been wretched. That was the only explaination as to why he felt so stuck between what was real and what was fake. 

“I-” he whispered and then reached his hand out, palm up as a way to invite her to hold him. “I am so sorry” now Geralt was never one to apologize. He wasn’t proud by any means but he was stubborn. When he felt like he had done nothing wrong, he would stand behind that even if it meant he would lose people. But around her he felt the need. What was happening to her was unfair, she did not deserve it.

Whatever that may be.

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For a brief moment, Yennefer wanted to scream at him, as if she would somehow knock his memory back into him by doing so. They had their fair share of shouting matches in the past– putting a hotheaded mage and a stubborn witcher in close proximity was bound to lead to such things. She knew this was different from all of those occasions, though, because at the end of those they would make up and move on, but this was… something else entirely. 

He had amnesia once before. That had been difficult (it would have been easier if a certain red haired sorceress hadn’t gotten involved, but she mattered little now). Yennefer was not there for the bulk of the experience, which made the idea of dealing with it now– all on her own– all the more nauseating. Seeing him like this was undoubtedly strange. He was so… quiet. It was like a brick wall laid between them. 

“Sorry,” Yennefer repeated. Her voice had gone quiet, level, trying to figure out what to do. She stared at the hand outstretched to her. Finally pulling her hand from her coat pocket, she flexed her fingers to dispel the remnants of Chaos; setting her jaw tight, she placed her hand atop his. The gesture was tense at first, as if she was reaching out to touch a hot stove, as if touching him could burn her. Her arm relaxed a bit a moment later. Her hands were clearly that of a mage, fingers long and delicate, a few calluses along the sides of them (something she paid close mind to, often using a carefully crafted hand cream which smelled of lilac and gooseberries).

Meeting his eyes at last, she sighed at the sight of him. No way forward was clear. She couldn't fix this. She hated not being able to fix things, especially when it came to Geralt. “Fuck,” she whispered, before speaking normally once again. “What am I going to do with you, Geralt of Rivia? What in the world am I supposed to do with you?” the woman cleared her throat. “You need something to call me by. Yennefer, that’s my name.”

ofmvoonlight​:

“Two? Oh wow look at you go” Zelda said and giggled. It was good to know that he did have people that he loved. Because she was pretty biased when it came to love. Without Link in her life he didn’t know how much of Hyrule and Sallow she could take. She would have just shut down and walked around an emotionless robot her entire life. Link had been their saving grace time and time again. It felt like whatever life threw their way, they could handle it alongside their blonde hero.

“Oh hold on you need some salt” Trying to stand up, she let out a low whimper and sat down again. Even though she was slowly getting better and stronger, she could still have moments when her body just begged her to sit still or lay in bed. They really did miss going to work and they did miss being able to do all the things they used to do. But now it felt like their life was put on hold all because of the actions of one man.

Looking down on the floor, they cursed under their breath when they felt tears roll down their cheeks. It was just so unfair. And sometimes it became too much for Zelda to handle because this should have never happened.

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Zelda's comment made Sam chuckle. He supposed it was a bit amusing to think of. If you would've told him ten years ago that he would have the pair of them in his life like that, he wouldn't have believed you. He was a lucky hobbit, no doubt about it. 

“Right, I do-“ he started, yet broke off when he heard the sound they made. “Zelda.” 

In a moment, Samwise had set down everything in his hands and was at their side. He wiped the residual moisture from his hands before taking each of her shoulders in his grasp. The look he gave her was one of deep understanding. 

He reached and tore a paper towel off of the roll, quickly handing it to her.  He used his other hand to lift her chin as a parent would their child. That's when the realization suddenly hit him, the understanding of exactly why he was so concerned for this woman. For some inexplicable reason, she had made her way into his heart like that. All he could do about it was try and make sure she was alright. He tried for a comforting smile, and hoped it worked.  “Deep breaths, that's it. No need for tears now.”

wickedpotions​:

✧･ﾟ　  ┊　  ┊　  ┊  ZSASZ OPEN STARTER

ZSASZ  WAS  WHISTLING  AS  HE  MOVED  THROUG  THE  STORAGE  ROOM,  COLLECTING  ITEMS  THAT  NEEDED  TO  BE  MOVED  TO  THE  FRONT.    he  only  had  a  month  left  of  florence  tenners  following  him  around.    A  month  and  he  could  go  back  on  his  weekly  (if  not  daily)  Revenant  hunts  without  asking  Armes  (the  horrible  woman)  for  permission.    Tenners  had  to  be  excited  too.    Him  and  his  partner  had  to  be  tired  of  trading  off  from  watching  him.    They’d  gotten  lazy  the  last  month  and  change,  as  well.    Holidays  did  that  for  people.    

HE  GRABBED  A  BOX  OF  HUNTING  KNIVES,  lugging  it  out  to  the  main  area  of  the  shop.    Kai,  his  dragon,  excitedly  jumped  off  the  counter  and  twisted  around  his  ankles.    Zsasz  titled,  just  slightly,  to  avoid  Kai,  and  one  of  the  knives  fell  out  of  the  box.    ❝Mind  grabbing  that?    I’d  rather  not  put  down  this  box  until  I’m  at  the  knife  display,❞  he  called  out  to  the  person  he’d  clocked  by  the  small  clothing  rack.

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Yennefer was surprisingly used to being thrown headfirst into lands that were wholly unfamiliar and not her own. That wasn’t the issue. The issue stemmed from her isolation from the familiar. This world, Earth, was too different from what she knew for her to feel comfortable in being alone there. With no assurance that her Chaos would continue to work as it should, and no head over heels witcher ready to hop to her defense at a moment's notice, she knew that secondary protection was her best bet. 

Approaching Hills Hunting, she tightened the belt of her black woolen coat as if that would somehow serve to warm her up. Though she was dressed in layers of beautifully made black and white pieces of clothing, the chill in the air was still seeping into her bones. Luckily for her, the interior of the shop was much warmer than the outdoors. 

She had only been in the shop for a moment before she watched as the shopkeeper entered from the back. She watched as a blade fell from the box he was carrying, and gave a little nod at the request. It wasn’t until she was halfway down that she registered what it was that had caused him to stumble. A dragon!? A fucking dragon. One that looked all too similar to– no. She would think about him later. Not now. This town would be the death of her aching heart.

She tore her eyes away from the little beast, and walked the knife over to the display, holding it out to him in a way that wouldn’t slice either of them in the passing off. “You know, it's not particularly professional for shop owners to have such a loose grip on weaponry when customers are present.”

Midna’s Intro

I think I just saw Midna Twili (she/her, cis woman, 34). she’s a canon character from legend of zelda. have you heard she remembers everything from her previous life? she appeared here in February 2022 after restoring the twilight realm from zant’s damage. now she's doing odd jobs around town. still, she does have that obnoxiously funny roommate, scary stories around the campfire, wind howling through the trees, strange sadness as dusk falls vibe about her.

[elcin sangu, see bottom of post for details]

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“Tell me… Do you ever feel a strange sadness as dusk falls? They say it’s the only time when our world intersects with theirs… The only time we can feel the lingering regrets of spirits who have left our world. That is why loneliness always pervades the hour of twilight…”

--Twilight Princess

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Armes| Can you tell me your name?

“Midna. Oh, erm, Midna Twili. Someone said I needed to pick a second name here. I think. [a giggle is heard here]

A| Where are you from?

“The Twilight realm. Its very pretty there, despite how it may sound, though I may be biased

A| What’s the last thing you remember?

“Ummmm I remember going to bed? I woke up under some tree in this place, which is kind of rude. 

A| We have a history of memory loss here. Do you feel as if you may be missing some memories?

“Nahhh, I think everything's where it should be. I cant remember where the **** I put my new sunglasses this morning though. 

A| Have you found a job here in Sallow Hills?

“[another laugh is heard] Who needs a job? I have a full trust fund set up here it seems, so I’m all set. I do some odd jobs around town for people once in a while, but that's about it.

A| What was the strangest thing you saw before arriving here?

“How much time do you have? 

A| What traits would your friends give to you?

“Funny! [a laugh is heard, but is abruptly cut off] Fair and just, I like to think I’m a well respected queen. Stylish, which I completely agree with. Some would say overconfident, but I don’t see that one. 

A| Is there anything else you would like to say?

”If anyone knows where my sunglasses are, I’d like them back. [a long pause] Oh also, Zant can go suck- [Ms. Twili uttered a long list of profanities, which have been redacted from this transcript]

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Find a mini bio, personal information, connections, and other details on the muse page here

[samwise] [yennefer]

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Dorcas grinned. Not from earth? That made it all far more interesting. She was instantly curious about the plant and the project that Sam’s customer was working on, but she knew it would be unprofessional for her to ask for too many details (and unprofessional for him to give them).

“Very interesting,” she said demurely, waving her wand above his hand, muttering a spell underneath her breathe. She listened to it hum, and then tucked it away in her pocket again.

“I can definitely fix you up,” she said with a smile. “Oh, the Shire? Sounds like an interesting place. And you can say I’m not quite human either, being a witch, but it’s sort of complicated I guess.” Dorcas was very much enjoying talking to Sam. “What’s the Shire like?”

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Sam had been intrigued by the concept of magic ever since he was a lad. He had heard tales from all sorts– his Gaffer, Master Bilbo, Ted Sandyman, they all had a story to tell about elves from long ago, or the wandering wizard who came through the Shire to put on magnificent firework displays. Even after seeing it for himself, he remained infatuated. 

“It's quite an interesting place, miss,” he smiled, that fond, slightly melancholy one that only came about when he thought of home. “It's beautiful. Acres of farmlands and wild fields. Little dots of light through windows when it's dark out. We don’t have houses in the typical sense. They’re built into the hills, for the most part, though we have one story buildings too. Some of the fields are plowed clear, and we’ll have parties or festivals, open for all… sorry, got lost in the thought for a moment. What about you? Are you from this place?”

wickedpotions​:

✧･ﾟ　  ┊　  ┊　  ┊  REMUS && SAMWISE

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REMUS  TURNED  HIS  PAD  OVER  AND  OVER  IN  HIS  HANDS.    it  was  a  reporter’s  pad  he’d  taken  from  the  newspaper,  figuring  that  since  he  was  an  editor  no  one  would  mind  if  he  took  one.    No  one  had,  especially  since  they  got  used  so  rarely  anymore.    He  understood  the  advances  in  technology  (more  than  he  let  on  to  Shepard,  merely  because  it  was  funny)  but  he  would  never  not  want  to  write  things  out  by  hand.    ❝ Truthfully,  I  don’t  know  if  some  of  these  even  exist  here.    They  were  rare  in  my  world.    But  if  you  have  any  of  these,  preferably  not  cut  so  that  I  can  continue  to  grow  them. ❞

❝ RIGHT,  THE  MOST  DIFFICULT  ONE  I  SUPPOSE?    wolfsbane  or  aconite,  and  yes  i  do  know  how  poisonous  it  is  which  means  you  probably  don’t  carry  it.    I  also  need  valerian,  but  specifically  I  need  to  be  able  to  semi-frequently  harvest  valerian  roots,  so  I’m  unsure  the  best  way  to  go  about  that.    I’ll  also  need  moonseed,  bloodroot,  st.  johns-wort,  mint,  and  sage. ❞

HE  PROBABLY  SOUNDED  LIKE  A  CRAZY  PERSON,  even  for  himself.    He  was  just  glad  that  he  didn’t  recognize  the  man  from  home,  otherwise  he  might  be  able  to  tell  what  Remus  needed  the  ingredients  for.    Merlin,  he  still  might  be  able  to  tell  and  Remus  could  be  outing  himself  right  here  and  now.    Bu  the  needed  the  wolfsbane  potion.

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When the list was rattled off, Sam became much more intrigued than he had been moments before. He cared about everyone who came into his shop, but the people who came in with lists similar to this were always up to something. What those things were, he didn't know, and he certainly would never ask. The purposes of some transactions were obvious, but the purposes of most were unknown to him. This one was… well, he could hypothesize. 

“You'd be surprised how many poisonous things I keep in stock. Safely hidden away, of course, but you don’t keep good business in a place like this if you aren’t willing to adapt to the needs of your customers, if you take my meaning. Now lets see, aconite… aconite…” he repeated the word, carding through the mental checklist of things he had on hand. “I think I did start a crop of that, but just recently. I could sell you some of the seedlings right now, but if you come back in a week they should be better suited for use.”

Despite the pieces clicking into place, Sam gave no hint of what he may suspect. He reached for the notebook which he had just set down, and flipped a few pages. He seemed satisfied with what he found there. “As for everything else, I should have it all in stock. Though, good as I am, I can’t magically replicate plant roots, but I could show you how to tend to your own plant so that it’ll last multiple harvests without dying if you wish.”

ofmvoonlight​:

When she took his hand, he gently squeezed it. He didn’t know if he could ever forgive himself for what happened between the two of them. But he wanted to temporarily let that go and actually appreciate the moment they were sharing. He wanted to be with her and she wanted to be with him. That was the only thing that mattered. Everything else would just have to wait until tomorrow or the day after. To have someone that made you feel so alive was rare. Most loves had a tendency to drain you but not Yennefer. Oh never her. 

Her words caused him to chuckle. Moving closer, he let his free hand cup her cheek. “Now that sounds like a good deal to me” Geralt nodded. “You want the dinner to be over there at Caffi Rhees or at my place? The choice is yours" 

No matter what she would always find a way to bring him down to his knees. She would always so easily break down those walls he had built up. He may have wished for her but he could clearly see that it wasn’t just a wish but a need. He had longed to be with someone who in a way understood him. So yes he may have wished for her but it had been her decision to stay and that was a comfort.

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Geralt was laughing. It had been a long, long time since she had heard that sound. It was nice— familiar. A tiny speck of comfort that it would all be alright in the end. 

Yennefer weighed the options only for a moment; the answer was easy for her. She had little intention of making any of this night a public affair, and the state Geralt was known to leave his bed most of the time was… not at all appealing. “Mine is fine. We can get something on the way. I think that would be easier than trying to piece together a meal from stray items in my cupboards.”

Smiling, she easily pulled him into a kiss. He was always so pliant under her grasp. It was endlessly amusing to the witch. When he was lost enough in it she murmured a soft “And Geralt?” 

Sparing only a moment for him to process and reply, she kissed him again, hand travelling up to his throat. Her grip went from feather light to harsh in mere seconds, nails digging crescents into his flesh. She pulled away from the kiss, meeting his eyes. 

“If you ever do anything like that again, I will rip you apart with my bare hands.” Her voice was barely above a whisper, though there was a slight smirk on her lips, magically still perfectly painted a pale red. She relinquished her grasp on his throat, but kept his hand in hers. “Now, what should we pick up for dinner, dear witcher?”