#dmndmyth

[hoggleswart]

Time was a strange thing.  Sometimes it went too slow,  like tonight.  Ezekiel felt as though he had been trapped in this suit for centuries,  when in reality,  it had been mere hours.  Possibly even less.   —   Other times,  however,  it seemed to all but disappear in the blink of an eye.  He can remember,  clear as any picture Dennis Creevey had captured tonight,  the last time he saw Rolanda.  Their final conversation felt like only yesterday,  when he knew in reality,  it had been far longer.  Too long,  the Ministry - man might even argue.   —   Not a single person would be surprised to learn that Zeke didn’t have a lot of acquaintances and he had even less people he would willingly call friend.  Communication was far from his strongest skill,  but somewhere down the line,  a bond between him and the Quidditch coach had formed.  Enough that a part of him had,  uncharacteristically,  missed her company during their time apart.  Whether she felt like the same is yet to be seen.  For two people once so close,  they didn’t part on the best terms.  It’s because of this that he hasn’t rushed over.  Instead,  he’s hovered at a distance,  attempting  (  failing  )  to plot the best approach.  If there even was a best approach. 

An opening presents itself when observant eyes spy a drunken individual bothering her.   —   Or at least,  Ezekiel assumes they’re bothering her.  There is,  of course,  a chance Rolanda might be enjoying their presence.  Deciding to take the risk,  he quietly orders a drink he knows she likes before heading over.  It takes one,  silent look from Zeke to scare persuade the other guest to leave them and glass is placed down on the table beside his old friend.  He didn’t speak.  Words had always been a rarity between them and right now,  the relationship felt too fragile to risk saying the wrong thing.  Better to just present an olive branch in action,  nudging that carefully - chosen drink a little closer.  If she accepted,  Zeke would know not all was lost.  If she declined   —   well.  He’d survived worse rejection. 

𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍:      the ministry of magic  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆:      @dmndmyth​

[luegner]

                  @dmndmyths​                     /                     plotted starter for athena zoric

                    he wanted it to be a quick trip, wanted to get home soon and kick up his legs on the day off. but as soon as he had entered the store there was more than just the next good book which caught his attention. nah ... blue eyes kept drifting in the direction of warm looking skin. skin which he had been privileged enough to touch once. just once. had he been so sure that it would have happened more often if only he would have plaid his cards better. but he didn’t. so now there would be some fixing to do. all the lies, all the secrets. ugh. he should realize they weren’t getting him anywhere and yet: it was hard to get rid of old habits. 

choosing the right book was long forgotten when he approached her. the closer he got the more he realized the sweet smell of her perfume in his nose and felt the soft wind of her movement brushing in his direction. “find what you like yet?” he tried in a casual way, irish accent thick on his tongue whilst a warm smile appeared on his lips. no pressure. pressure had never worked with her. just relax .... he told himself, knowing as soon as their eyes met that he was anything but relaxed. not with how their last conversation had went.

[agnesfm]

I just changed the name for Rose’s account! Athena and June are here!

*  KEEP   ON  FOLLOWING   !

[carlacervelli]

@dmndmyths​

“Hey, so, this is going to sound bizarre-” Carla began, bursting into the bookstore with a flurry of rushed activity, her long coat billowing out from behind her. “But I’m trusting, Athena, that you have the professional courtesy not to judge, correct?” Carla paused, right in front of the register. She looked down at it, carefully, then back up at Athena, hoping that her eyes weren’t doing the buggy thing that seemed to unnerve acquaintances and strangers.

Instead of waiting for an answer, Carla trucked along. “I need a book on faking death. Not mine, but I got a request, and I just want to research some of the possibilities. I asked the library, but they didn’t have anything... do you, by any chance?” She tacked on a smile at the end. That would help, right?

[ofrovers]

who: @dmndmyths​ where: islesbury university’s library and archives.

river startles, coughing himself awake. jerking in his seat, he thumps at his chest with his fist. his throat ached - he must have been sleeping with his mouth open. he sincerely hopes that some insect had not journeyed there, this being the reason he is pulled from slumber. taking a moment to come to, he sees rose opposite, fast asleep. the library is dark, and their papers remain strewn across the table. he checks his watch: 3:22 am.  “ah, shit,” river scrambles, trying to stand, but he stumbles with delirium. “rose, psst, rose!” he reaches and shakes her shoulder. “we’ve got a situation. we’re locked in. and what’s worse, it’s the witching hour.”

[laurenberkshire]

@dmndmyths​ , june

Lauren was, without a doubt, out of her depth. Having heard that a shortcut to making your office seem more welcoming was to bring in books and art that the kids would enjoy, she embarked onto a trip to the comic books store. After all, she had a stack of accessible kids books with good messages, but that never seemed to put the fifth grade boys with Spiderman shirts at ease. 

She stood at the shelf, looking through book after book. They all seemed so... gritty. Pessimistic. She had to find something that didn’t send her eyebrows into a worried furrow. She opted to turn toward the lovely looking woman at the counter, taking a few steps closer so they were within speaking range. 

“Is there anything that you recommend for elementary school aged children? Preferably of the... uplifting variety?” It was a long shot, but what if it worked? Worst case scenario, she’d have a nice conversation with a beautiful woman.

[brighternite-a]

"  kids  better  be  proud  about  june  of  themyscira  being  their  very  own  mother  !  "  meredith  says  before  taking  the  tiniest  bite  out  of  their  appetizer.  eyes  still  on  their  best  friend.  "  i'm  not  saying  this  to  brag  --  "  that  surely  is  the  truth,  alas,  her  exaggerated  way  of  speaking  is  only  about  to  make  her  sound  like  she  is  bragging.  "  i  think  i  did  an  excellent  job  not  only  convincing  you  to  wear  this,  but  also  finding  the  best  possible  version  of  the  costume  for  you  !  "  with  a  slight  tilt  of  her  head,  her  jessica  rabbit  styled  hair  makes  a  gracious  bounce.  "  tell  me  what  kids  said  after  seeing  you  like  this  !  "

WITH  :   @dmndmyths​  (  june  )

WHERE  ? CHARITY  GALA

[hoggleswart]

𝙵𝙸𝚅𝙴   /  𝚂𝙴𝚅𝙴𝙽 𝙸𝙽𝙲𝙾𝚁𝚁𝙴𝙲𝚃 𝚀𝚄𝙾𝚃𝙴𝚂.

𝙻𝙰𝚅𝙴𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁 𝙱𝚁𝙾𝚆𝙽   &   𝚁𝙾𝙻𝙰𝙽𝙳𝙰 𝙷𝙾𝙾𝙲𝙷.  (   @dmndmyth.   )

[luegner]

                      @dmndmyths​                     /                     plotted starter for june gao

                    considering he was still working until the colleague showed up, william had already had a drink too much. but it hadn’t been a great day for him and he was more frustrated than he wanted his customers to know. the irishman mixed and served a cocktail for one of the creatures sitting at the counter before he returned to june who he was supposed to spend the evening with anyway. if only the bartender for tonight would sho up so he could finally fuck off and vent to her instead of playing nice with customers ....

dissatisfied with the course of events he came back to his long time friend, sighing audibly before drowning the sound in another sip of whiskey. “should only be a few more minutes until he’s here. you want anything to drink before i start ranting?” he offered. “cocktail on the house or wine or something?” 

[agnesfm]

i am Looking Respectfully at the wanted connections, so if anyone has any new ones to add, pls, now's the time, i'd love to see more 👀

just  so  that  you  are  aware,  'nonnie,  our  members  got  VERY  excited  when  i  relayed this  question  to  them.  honestly,  your  power  is  unparalleled.  but  we  now  have  had  SIX  new  wc's   submitted  and added  to  the  page,  and  others  have  expressed  their  interest  in  familial  and  luuurve  connections which are not yet listed:

rosie, our  resident  simp,  would  love  for  a  slow  burn connection  for @connoroverthehill​.

@dmndmyths​  ( june gao )  has  a  yearning  burning  desire  for  an  adult  child  over  30 !

[ofrovers]

where: westview college who: @dmndmyths​

“greetings to the darling rose of westview, it is i, your humble servant, passing through this miserable mortal coil to present you with a gift.”

head appearing from the opening of the ajar door, river grinned wildly, slinking into rose’s office like a mischievous schoolboy. he acted as if time was of no constriction; he lounged in the desk chair opposite, feet crossed, a bronzed column of unadulterated leisure.

coffee placed on her desk, river spoke in his usual way, slowly, like his words needed time to sit on his tongue before coming to full-bodied fruition. “i couldn’t remember how you liked it. but i figured, after the day you’ve had, you’ll need it extra strong.”

[bloodyxshores]

Characters: Vegas & Ysabeau ( @dmndmyth​ ) Location: Ysabeau’s Studio Timestamp 002: Settle Down

Vegas scrunched her nose, paintbrush poised over the canvas as she tried to add the finishing touches to the piece. Something felt unfinished -- and not in the fun, whimsical way one might typically find in the blonde’s work. She had never been much of a fine artist, preferring to smear pops of color or wash faded watercolors over already sketched pieces. Light and value, perspective even, felt so much more complicated away from her graphics tablet and simplified style. It wasn’t that she had forgotten her basics, she was just out of practice... and it had been a few years since she had tried and picked up another medium that wasn’t somewhat limited by the world of crafting and DIY. 

That, and it was hard not to compare one’s self to others -- even if you were well aware that they had several centuries of practice more under their belt. She was actually quite excited about the progress she had made, but ever the perfectionist, Vegas couldn’t help but push herself. The vampyre chewed on her lower lip, tilting her head to make one more assessment before making a small huff of frustration. Finally, she turned to her mentor with a pout.

                                                                                       “Am I doing this right?”

[noxtms]

the following did not resume activty following the last check, please unfollow :

@dmndmyth

@heartofcoal

@martha--strout

the following roles & faces have been reopened :

rolanda hooch   &   stana katic.

gabrielle delacour   &   bae suzy.

oc wix ( strout surname )   &   maude apatow.

[brighternite-a]

while  sweeping  the  confetti  on  the  ground  and  looking  around,  nothing  seems  ready  for  the  next  day  in  islesbury  comics.  her  eyes  suddenly  search  for  june.  she  is  not  surprised  to  see  her  collapsed  behind  the  counter,  that's  why  she  joins  her  too.  "  next  time  i  suggest  us  to  host  an  event  like  this  in  the  comic  book  store,  try  to  stop  me.  "  words  are  said  in  a  serious  manner  while  her  eyes  are  locked  on  june's.  "  not  like  i  will  listen.  "  knowing  herself  too  well,  she  adds  on.  "  but  just  in  case.  "

WITH  ?  @dmndmyths​

WHERE  ?  ISLESBURY  COMICS  .

[macdonaldtms]

𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍:   the three broomsticks, hogsmeade   ! 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆:   @dmndmyth​   !

“OH, BOLLOCKS.” THANKFULLY, she doesn’t fall. unused to the clunky kitten heels she has worn for the ocassion and forgetting about the uneven step on the way out of madam rosmerta’s bar, mary manages to suffer a freak sort of accident where she very almost does - though she rights herself at the last possible moment and cuts her losses, when it comes to the stack of envelopes that she’s carrying. it’s easy enough crouch to gather them back up again ( easier, for sure, than trying to scrape herself off the tile ), though it means reaching beneath one occupied table. “i’m sorry, do you mind-?” she asks unfamiliar figure, gesturing to the wayward envelopes.

[hoggleswart]

𝙵𝙾𝚄𝚁  /  𝚂𝙴𝚅𝙴𝙽 𝙸𝙽𝙲𝙾𝚁𝚁𝙴𝙲𝚃 𝚀𝚄𝙾𝚃𝙴𝚂.

𝙴𝚉𝙴𝙺𝙸𝙴𝙻 𝙱𝚄𝚁𝙺𝙴   &   𝚁𝙾𝙻𝙰𝙽𝙳𝙰 𝙷𝙾𝙾𝙲𝙷.  (   @dmndmyth.   )