#misty donovan.

[mistyfms]

𝙲𝙻𝙾𝚂𝙴𝙳 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁: COLE + MISTY ( @colemitchcll ) 𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽: DNA LOUNGE

𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄 was easier did not make the bitter taste of loneliness any sweeter. Even if it certainly was a conscious choice -- her unwillingness to deal with such sickening small talk clear as day in her relaxed yet displeased facial expression, she could feel the denial of her own loneliness festering in her chest. It was like a virus, one that touched every measurement of her skin as she took another sip of her whiskey, not even breaking the blank stare she wore -- one that could have cut right through the wall if she wanted it to. It had been another shift well done, perhaps not necessarily well liked. Working as a Burlesque Dancer had started as a temporary job, becoming more and more permanent as the days rolled by. She detested the final nature of it all -- her stomach turning at the thought of not carrying on the family profession, what she had wanted more than anything else in the world.

Perhaps she wishes that she hadn't lost control of her gaze -- the sounds of the crowded lounge filling her ears once again as she flinched with a sudden start. It's then that she notices a stranger positioned next to her, a handsome one at that. Part of her brain screams at her to scare him off, send him running for the hills. He was exactly the kind of man who could ruin her life. The image is further sealed with a kiss as he turned to look at her, with Hazel eyes that caused her lips to part, releasing a silent breath as she thought of what to say next. She was never nervous around people, especially the ones she didn't care for or strangers with no preconceived opinions of her - why did this feel different? Why?

"You gonna sit down or what?" Misty asks with a cocky smirk, taking another much-needed sip from her glass. "I'm not waitin' on anyone."

[pierppasolini]

The Opening of Misty Beethoven (1976) // dir. Radley Metzger

[nerds-yearbook]

William Carver, AKA Thunderbolt, was killed by his own powers in Power Man and Iron Fist 62#, cover date April, 1980. He was able to die contented having learned who had caused the murder of his brother and saw that man die. ("One Must Die", Power Man and Iron Fist 62#, Marvel Comic Event)

[pupsmailbox]

ANGELIC︰DEVINE ID PACK

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PRONOUNS ⌇　abo/above. adore/adore. ae/ae. ae/aer. an/angel. angel/angel. angelic/angelic. arch/angel. archangel/archangel. arrow/arrow. aura/aura. ay/aym. ballet/ballet. beau/beau. beauty/beauty. being/being. beloved/beloved. black/black. bless/bless. bless/blessing. blessing/blessing. bloom/bloom. blue/blue. bow/bow. broke/broken. bun/bun. celeste/celestial. celestial/celestial. cher/cher. cherub/cherub. cherub/cherubim. chirp/chirp. choir/choir. clou/cloud. cloud/cloud. cold/cold. cross/cross. crown/crown. cu/cupid. cupid/cupid. curse/curse. dark/dark. deity/deity. delicate/delicate. div/divine. div/divinity. divine/divine. dove/dove. drift/drift. empty/empty. er/ero. ero/ero. ethe/ethereal. ethereal/ethereal. ey/eyr. fai/faith. faith/faith. fall/fall. fall/fallen. fate/fate. faun/fauna. feather/feather. flight/flight. float/float. flower/flower. fluff/fluff. fly/flight. fly/fly. glow/glow. gold/gold. grace/grace. gra/grace. grudge/grudge. hae/haer. ha/halo. halo/halo. harp/harp. he/hym. hea/heaven. heal/heal. heart/heart. heaven/heaven. heaven/heavenly. hell/hell. hol/holy. holy/holy. hush/hush. hx/hxm. hy/hym. hymn/hymn. id/idol. ix/ix. kind/kind. kyr/kyr. lace/lace. lamb/lamb. life/life. light/light. lo/love. lyr/lyr. lyre/lyre. melancholy/melancholy. metallic/metallic. mirror/mirror. mist/mist. misty/misty. mon/mon. moral/moral. omen/omen. peace/peace. perfect/perfection. pink/pink. pure/pure. pure/purr. radiant/radiant. ribbon/ribbon. rose/rose. sacred/sacred. saint/saint. scept/scepter. self/self. ser/seraph. seraph/seraph. seraph/seraphim. shimmer/shimmer. shine/shining. shx/hxr. silk/silk. sin/sin. sing/song. sky/sky. smite/smite. snake/snake. snow/snow. soar/soaring. soft/soft. somber/somber. sorrow/sorrow. spark/sparkle. spirit/spirit. sugar/sugar. swan/swan. sweet/sweet. taint/taint. tether/tether. thorn/thorn. thxy/thxm. thy/thyn. tru/trumpet. unholy/unholy. unknown/unknown. vae/vaer. val/valentine. vio/vior. water/water. white/white. wi/wing. wing/wing. wraith/wraith. wrath/wrath. yellow/yellow. ðe/ðim. þe/þim. ȝe/ȝim. ☀️ . ☁️ . ⛪ . ✨ . ⭐ . 🐑 . 👁️ . 👼 . 🕊️ . 🕯️ . 😇 . 🤍 . 🦢.

[vaansfarm]

sun haven smell headcanons

because i am insane

anne: she likes classic scents for her perfumes, like chanel no. 5.

catherine: a subtly floral scent, but overpowered by the smell of dirt. it’s a nice fresh scent that reminds you of laying down in the grass.

claude: he doesn’t have a strong scent, but if you get close enough, he smells faintly of clean laundry.

darius: very strong overpowering smell of cologne. walking behind him will give you a headache.

donovan: he does not smell great, unfortunately. all that time in the sewers has given him a slightly musty smell, but his charm makes up for it.

iris: she smells like a freshly brewed cup of jasmine tea.

jun: he smells like old books that have been in the library for a long time, waiting for someone to leaf through them.

kai: he smells salty, like the fresh ocean breeze. it’s a comforting smell. there’s also some kind of light musky smell, like sandalwood, that grounds you.

kitty: she smells like some kind of rose shampoo, not a particularly strong scent but very fresh and soft.

liam: fresh bread from the bakery, with a hint of sweetness. if his scent was a food, it’d be a raspberry danish.

lucia: she has a cinnamon-y, spicy smell that makes you feel awake. there’s a couple other scents mixed in there as well, such as other spices and apple.

lynn: she smells like a home-cooked meal, like mashed potatoes at a family dinner. there’s a lingering smell of metal that you can quickly get used to.

nathaniel: a heavy, meaty smell lingers around him.

vaan: it’s a misty smell, of wet moss and wildflowers. it reminds you slightly of after it rains, in a field of flowers.

wesley: the sticky sweet smell of honey follows him around. there’s also the scent of some kind of animal, presumably the griffin?

wornhardt: he smells like the clear sky and grass. when he puts on his gloves and coat, they smell a tiny bit sterile, like hand sanitizer or bleach.

xyla: she uses some kind of sweet perfume that smells like candy. it’s an addicting smell.

unfortunately i havent met vivi yet so i don’t have a hc for her :,)

[thisisnotthenerd]

and we're back with another edition of thisisnotthenerd's d20 stats. this time we're talking character races. mechanically. they are not all italian.

most common character races

a couple of things:

the chart displays the character races as they present within their individual seasons. this is not always reflective of their mechanical races, which is what i'm using to evaluate. if you go into the spreadsheet and look at the notes, you'll see the mechanical race for each character.

some characters are not counted because they do not have an accurate equivalent, e.g. the creepy co-eds and the prefrontal p.i.s. the magical misfits are because i don't know that you can get more variant human than what they have going on.

obviously there are repeats in the chart. those are not counted in the totals.

at the top, as most would expect from d20, is variant human, with 40 characters. this tracks for several reasons; it's a fairly solid race that allows you to start with a feat and tool proficiencies and focuses asis rather than spreading them around. the other reason is that it's used as the base for most characters in most seasons that don't fit the dnd standard races, i.e. tiny heist, a crown of candy, mice & murder, and the ravening war.

next up is actually harengon with 6, though it might not look like it from the chart. that's because all of the stoats from burrow's end are using harengon stats with the addition of at will primal savagery and claw/bite attacks. it's a solid build that fits well for this season, but makes the rabbit comments from the top of the season funnier.

next up is half-elves, with 4 characters: fabian seacaster, danielle barkstock, misty moore, and agnes. mechanically, those marked as faeries are half-elves. they are marked as faerie to distinguish them from fairies, who are also on this list a little later on.

in fourth place is tieflings, with 3 characters: fig faeth, magfelda/maggie, and gertrude. two fo them sit in the same seat in back to back seasons. tied with them are half-orcs: gorgug thistlespring, katja cleaver, and sokhbarr, who is another reskin, much like the faerie characters.

tied for fifth with two each are: bugbear (marcid the typhoon & k.p. hob), drow (lilith (as a reskin) & andhera), changeling (rick diggins & binx choppley), high elf (adaine abernant & efink murderdeath), kalashtar (pete conlan & riva), kenku (chirp & squak), ratfolk [different types] (kugrash & jack brakkow), vampire (squing & may wong), and warforged (car-go jones & pinocchio)

and with one each we have:

aarakocra: sunny biscotto

aasimar: barbarella sarsaparilla gainglynn

android [ryn]: sundry sidney

cerebroslug: skip/valdrinor

clone soldier [shistavanen]: big barry syx

dwarf: ostentatia wallace

fairy: twyla

genasi [water]: sam nightingale

gnome [forest]: cheese

goblin: riz gukgak

halfling [lightfoot]: penny luckstone

hobgoblin [frog-man reskin]: gerard of greenleigh

hollow one: leiland

merfolk: myrtle the bitch

orc: princess foehammer

owlbear: delloso de la rue

satyr: zelda donovan

shifter [beasthide]: ylfa snorgelsson

tabaxi: puss in boots/pib

triton: troyánn

there were a total of 34 pc races used over the course of dimension 20.

now for the fun part, beyond the numbers:

commentary

a lot of this won't make sense without the notes. if you're interested in reading through this, i'd suggest at least a cursory look.

most of the pc races used on dimension 20 do actually have a standardized background (or two or more) in dnd. generally they stick to the same variants most of the time, usually the ones that grant the best versions of racial abilities. even the reskins have a solid background: kashai->half-orc, faerie->half-elf, the usage of kalashtar stats for pete, frogman->hobgoblin, cat->tabaxi, puppet->warforged, rick diggins as a changeling clicko man. they make sense and make sure that characters have a balance of racial traits.

however there are a few that don't have a standard. some of them only show up in the bestiaries. some are straight up homebrewed or borrowed from 'unofficial' sources. i pieced them together based on wiki info and what i could find on each of these.

drider: from what i found, drider isn't currently playable. i suspect they combined drider traits from the bestiaries and drow/dark elf stats to make lilith. it gives her a bunch of really cool abilities.

ratfolk: this one was tough, because murph and matt used different sources to make their rat-men. murph's likely comes from kobold press, wherein ratfolk are small, with 25 ft of movement, rodent empathy, darkvision, and poison resistance. hell, kug might still be a reflavored dwarf. i don't think so, because he doesn't use any of the racial abilities that would make him a dwarf as opposed to ratfolk, but who knows. matt's comes from adamant entertainment's ratkin, whose ratfolk are medium, humanoid rats, with 30 ft of movement, low light vision, immunity to disease, and proficiency with bite attacks. matt specifically references ratkin during pirates of leviathan, so i'm fairly confident that that's what jack is.

cyborg: gunnie is a base human, but has a lot of cybernetic replacements and so has a few extras that come with it. he gets an additional +1 to any skill, at the expense of augmentation side effects i.e. vulnerability to ion damage. this is a combination of sw 5e's cybernetic augmentation rules with the sw 5e human.

cerebroslug: norman is a base human in sw 5e. that part is easy. i'm pretty sure that cerebroslugs were a homebrew creation based on existing starstruck lore and zac's character pitch. i had to go back and watch a few episodes of starstruck to figure out what he's using, because it sure as hell is not on the wiki. body thief is the one named ability that i can recall. if a creature is incapacitated, the cerebroslug can enter its body start running it. if not incapacitated, the cerebroslug cannot attempt to overpower their vessel. other racial traits allow the cerebroslug to a) retain it's own mental statistics while using the vessel's physical statistics, b) run the body by using piloting statistics, e.g. making piloting checks to run the body upon waking. with enough successes, they stop being required. cerebroslugs are sensitive to cold--they are ejected from their vessel if 20 points of cold damage are dealt to them. they must succeed on a dc 15 con saving throw or be paralyzed upon ejection. i really hope this is actually written down somewhere and isn't just me hallucinating after hours of rewatching starstruck.

owlbear: this was simpler: rue is an awakened owlbear as opposed to a standard owlbear. the adaptations: innate savagery. ancestric physiology, natural instincts, and clumsy are the noted racial traits.

stoat: they're actually harengons as noted previously. they also have the cantrip primal savagery that they can cast at will in order to up the damage of their claw/bite attacks. these stoats are literally built different.

and that's all! let me know if there's something i missed; i'd love to hear it. the spreadsheet is open to perusal.

[rhyliethecaterfly]

Okay, Time For Results Before We Do The Next Contest

We Only Two Of Them, And That @sweetnekoheart Who Made This Art,

And @lizzietherwbychibifan Who Also Made This,

Congratulations, Both Of You've Done Well.

So Next Contest Is The Bad Boys

Remember The Cast

Pip Pirrup As Mr. Wolf

Damien Thorn As Mr. Snake

Clyde Donovan As Mr. Piranha

Butters Stotch As Mr. Shark

Hayley Mayberry (A South Park Oc Which Belongs To @hayleymayberry) As Ms. Tarantula

Christophe Delerone As Professor Marmalade

Estella Havisham As Diane Foxington/The Crimson Paw

Serena (Pokemon Anime) As Tiffany Fluffit

Mr. Krabs As Misty Luggins

Just Like In Last Contest You Can Make Fake Screenshots Or Fanarts Or Literatures Whenever You Want To Do, But Still No NSFW Arts On Here.

Good Luck

@sakiohappynoi

@lizzietherwbychibifan

@leftunknown

@sweetnekoheart

@softpawsxd

@clarkpercy

@tatiananothere

[yxlxnabxlova]

American Horror Story RP-Request

I am 23, no minors pls, only 18+.

Central Daylight Time.

Looking for a Michael Langdon.

I am semi literate to literate and above.

I prefer BxG and GxG but I am open to BxB

Do I write CxC? Only for doubles and if you could play a canon for my OC.

I have more oc’s if you prefer to play a different canon for me just lmk your character list and I’ll tell you about the different oc’s I have.

Double information below ↓

Hope Bianchi

Born December 21st, 2012

The Second Messiah

Love Interest: Michael Langdon or Mallory (preferably Michael)

Backstory: Hope’s mother was a nun named Margaret in Rome, Italy. She was only 24 years old when had a miraculous pregnancy. At first the people from her convent believed she broke her vows and slept with a man. The Doctors confirmed that Margaret was indeed still a virgin.

Once Hope was born she was raised in the church and they kept her miraculous birth a secret from her. The young child had gifts and eventually catches the attention of The Supreme Cordelia Goode and her coven of witches believing that she was one herself.

Hopes Grandmother, was a witch who attended Miss Robichaux’s Academy for Exceptional Young Ladies. So, it wasn’t too far off for them to believe that she was a witch herself. That is where she officially meets The Antichrist Michael Langdon. As a child she used to dream of a blonde boy named Michael. She was terrified to learn that he was real.

Who would I play in a double?

Male Characters

•Tate Langdon

•Kai Anderson

•Donovan

•Will Drake

•Malcom Gallant

•Harry Gardner

•James March

•Ben Harmon

•John Lowe

•John Henry Moore

•Tristan Duffy

•Kit Walker

Women Characters

•Mallory

•Cordelia Goode

•Violet Harmon

•Zoe Benson

•Misty Day

•Elizabeth (The Countess)

•Vivien Harmon

•Liz Taylor

•Sister Mary Eunice

•Moira O’Hara

•Montana Duke

•Madison Montgomery

•Nora Montgomery

•Queenie

•Myrtle Snow

•Wilhemina Veneble

•Winter Anderson

•Lana Winters

[archivxx]

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Note: a conversation with Clyde Donovan will become 100% more awkward after the word “sex” is uttered by me.

Three days later you found yourself stood in front of Clyde’s office.

You’d never been there before, but you had no problem finding it. The staff scurrying out of it with misty eyes and a terrified expression was a dead give away. Not to mention that Clyde’s was the only one in the hallway completely devode of pictures of kids, pets or significant others. Not even a copy of his album cover with the hit song that had won him a Grammy. You knew about all the awards he’d won from a quick google search you’d done the previous day. Just dark brown wood with a metal plaque that read; Clyde Donovan

You had felt a bit like a creep the night before, scrolling through his Wikipedia page and going through as much information you could find out about him. Unlucky for you, he was reserved and didn’t let the press know much about him. Still you’d quashed yourself the feelings, telling yourself that a thorough background check could be considered mandatory before embarking on a fake-dating relationship.

You took a deep breath before knocking and then another between Clyde’s “Come in” and the moment you finally managed to forced yourself to open the door. When you entered the offices he didn’t immediately look up and continued to type on his PC. “My office hours were over five minutes ago, so—”

“It’s me.”

His hands halted, hovering and inch or so above the keyboards then he turned his chair towards you. “Y/N.”

There was something about the way he talked. Maybe it was an accent, maybe it was just the quality of his voice. You didn’t quite know what, but it’s was there, in the way he said your name. Precise. Careful. Feel. Unlike anyone else. Familiar—impossibly so.

“What did you say to her?” You asked, trying not to care about how Clyde Donovan spoke. “The woman who ran out crying.”

It took him a moment to remember that less than sixty seconds ago there had been someone in the office—someone whom he clearly made cry. “I just gave her feedback on something she wrote.”

You nodded, silently thanking all the gods you were not a member of his staff team and never would be, and studied your surroundings.

He had a corner office, of course. Two windows that together must total who knows how many square metered of glass, and so much light, just standing in the middle of the room would cure twenty people’s seasonal depression. It made sense. With all the money he brought in, along with the prestige, that he’d be given a nice space. You on the other hand, didn’t even have your own office or filming booth, you just went where you were told and nine times out of ten the booths would smell of sweat and the offices would be with other people you didn’t know.

“I was going to email you. I talked to my publicity manager.” Clyde told you, and you looked back at him.

He was gesturing to the chair in front of his desk. You pulled it back and took a seat.

“About you.”

“Oh.” You stomach dropped. You’d much rather his publicity manager didn’t know about your existence. Then again, you’d also rather not be in this rooms with Clyde Donovan, have to go to shows, have climate change be a thing. And yet.

“Well, about us,” he amended. “And social media regulations.”

“What did they say?”

“There’s nothing against us dating and we are free to keep it a secret. Unless of course it’s gets out then we don’t have a choice.”

A mix of panic and relief flooded through you.

“However there are some issues to consider. Any of the members of staff in this building could sell us out. Equally, if we get spotted, press may sell us out, which means we simply have to be cautious.”

You nodded. “Fair enough.”

“And I absolutely cannot collaborate with you until this is over.”

You huffed put a laugh. “That won’t be an issue. I wasn’t planning on asking you to collaborate with my band anyway.”

He narrowed his eyes. “Why not? Your band does the same music as I do.”

“Yeah, alternative.”

“Then we would collaborate perfectly.”

“Yeah we may, but we don’t plan on collaborating any time soon. Plus, there are millions of people who do alternative music, and if we were going collaborate, I’d argue against it being with you. I’d like to finish the song ideally without crying in the bathroom after every meeting.”

He glared at you.

You shrugged. “No offence. I’m a simple girl, with simple needs.”

To that he lowered his gaze onto the feast but not before you could we the corners f his mouth twitch. When he looked up again, his expression was serious. “So, have you decided?”

You pressed your lips together as he watched you calmly. You took a deep breath before saying, “Yes. Yes I…I want to do it. It’s a good idea actually.”

For so many reasons. It would get Nichole and Tolkien off your back, but also…also everyone else. It was as if since the rumour had begun to spread, people had been too intimidated by you to give you the usual shit. The staff had quit trying switch the bands nice 2pm sessions with their nasty, horrible, life-sucking 8pm ones. People had stopped cutting in front of you at the coffee shop next door. And two different staff members had been trying to get ahold of you to potential work under your band too as well. It felt a little unfair to exploit this hugged misunderstanding, but this was lawless territory and your life had been nothing but miserable for the past two years. You had learnt to get away with whatever you could. And if some—okay most staff looked at you suspiciously because you were dating Clyde Donovan so be it. You friends seemed to be largely fine with this, if a little bemused.

Except for Kyle. He’d been subbing you like you had the pox for three solid days. But Kyle was Kyle—he’d come around.

“Very well then.” He we completely expressionless—almost too expressionless.

Like it was no big deal and he didn’t care either way; like if you’d said no, it wouldn’t have. Hanged a thing for him.

“Though, I’ve been thinking about this a lot.”

He waited for you to continue.

“And I think that I would be best if we lay don’t some ground rules, before starting.”

“Ground rules?”

“Yes. You know. What are we allowed and both allowed to do. What we can expect from this arrangement. I think that pretty standard protocol, before embarking on a fake-dating relationship.”

He tilted his head. “Standard protocol?”

“Yup.”

“How many times have you done this?”

“Zero. But I’m familiar with the trope.”

“The…what?” He blinked at you, confused.

You ignored him. “Okay.” You inhaled deeply and lifted you index finger. “First of all, this should be a strictly in the work place agreement. Not that I think you’d want to meet me out of work but I’m worried about the press. And just incase you were planning to kill two birds with one stone and being home a date for Christmas—”

“I wasn’t.”

“Huh?”

“I wasn’t planning to ask you to celebrate Christmas with me. But also my family don’t really celebrate.”

“Oh.” You pondered it for a moment. “That’s something a fake girlfriend should probably know.”

The ghost of a smile appeared on his mouth, but he said nothing.

“Okay. Second rule. Actually it could be interpreted as an extension of the first rule. But—” You bit into your lip, willing yourself to bring it up—“no sex.”

For several moments he simply didn’t move. Not even a millimetre. Then his lips parted, but no sound came out, and that’s when you realised you had just rendered Clyde Donovan speechless. Which would have been funny any other day, but the fact that he seemed dumbfounded by you not wanting to include sex in your fake-dating relationship made your stomach sink.

Had he assumed you would? Was it something you’d said? Should you explain you’d had very little sex in your life? That for years you’d wondered whether you were asexual and you had only recently realised you might be able to experience sexual attraction, but only with people you trusted deeply? That if for some inexplicable reason Clyde wanted to have sex with you, you were going to be able to go through with it?

“Listen”— you made to stand from the chair, panic rising in your throat—“I’m sorry, big if one of the reasons you offered to fake-date is that your thought we would—”

“No.” The word half exploded out of him. He looked genuinely appalled. “I’m shocked that you’d even feel the need to bring it up.”

“Oh.” Your cheeks hearing at the indignation in his voice. Right. Of course he didn’t expect that. Or even want that, with you. Look at him—why would he? “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to assume—”

“No, it makes sense to be up-front. I was just surprised.”

“I know.” You nodded. Honestly, you were a little surprised too. That you were sitting in Clyde Donovan’s office, talking about sex—not only the meiosis kind of sex, but potential sexual intercourse between the two of you. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to make things weird.”

“It’s okay. This whole thing is weird.” The silence between you stretched, and you noticed that he was blushing faintly. Just a dust of red, but he looked so…you couldn’t stop staring.

“No sex,” he confirmed with a nod.

You had to clear your throat to shake yourself out of inspecting the shape and colour of his cheekbones.

“No sex.” You repeated. “Okay. Third. It’s not really a rule, but here goes: I won’t date anyone else. As in real dating. It would be messy and complicated and everyone and…” You hesitated. Should you tell him? Was it too much information? Did he need to know? Oh, well. Why not, at this point? It wasn’t like you hadn’t kissed the man, or brought up sec in his place of work. “I don’t date, anyway. Tolkien was an exception. I’ve never…I’ve never dating seriously before, and it’s probably for the best. This job is stressful enough, and I haven’t friends, and my music, and honestly there’s better things to use my time for.” The last few words came out like more defensively than you’d intended.

Clyde simply stared, saying nothing.

“But you can, of course,” you added hastily. “Thought I’d appreciate if you could avoid telling people in the—well anyone—just so I don’t look like and idiot and you don’t look like your cheating on me and rumours don’t balloon out of control. It would benefit you, too, since you’re trying to look like you’re in a committed relationship—”

“I won’t.”

“Okay. Great. Thanks. I know lying by omission can be a pain, but—”

“I mean, I won’t date someone else.”

There was a certainty, a finality in his tone that took you by surprise. You could only nod even though you wanted to protest that he couldn’t possibly know, even thought a million questions surfaced in your mind. Ninety-nine percent of them were inappropriate and not your business, so you shooed them away.

“Okay. Fourth. We obviously can’t keep on doing this forever, so we should give ourselves a deadline.”

He pressed his lips together. “When would that be?”

“Im not sure. A month or so would probably be enough to convince Nichole that I’m firmly over Tolkien. But it might not be enough on you end, so…you tell me.”

He mulled it. Then nodded once. “May twenty-ninth.”

It was a little over a month from now. But also… “that’s a weirdly specific date.” You racked your head, trying to figure out why it could be meaningful. The only thing that came to mind was that you’d be in Boston that week for a charity show.

“It’s the day after my contract is reviewed. They will be deciding whether they are going to renew it or terminate it.”

“I see. We’ll, then, let’s agree that in September twenty-ninth we part ways. I’ll tell Nichole that our breakup was amicable but that I’m a little sad about it because I still have a bit of a crush on you.” You grinned at him. “Just so she won’t suspect that I’m still hung up in Tolkien. Okay.” You took a deep breath. “Fifth and last.”

This was the tricky one. The one you were afraid he would object to. You noticed that you were wringing your hands and placed them firmly in your lap.

“For this to work we should probably…do things together. Every once in a while?”

“Things?”

“Things. Stuff.”

“Stuff,” he repeated dubiously.

“Yep. Stuff. What do you do for fun?” He was probably into something atrocious, like cow-tipping excursions or Japanese beetle fighting. Maybe he collected porcelain dolls. Maybe he was an avid geocacher. Maybe he frequented vaping conventions. Oh God.

“Fun?” He repeated, like he’s never heard the word before.

“Yeah. What do you do when you’re not at work.”

The length of the time that passed between your question and his answer was alarming. “Sometimes I work at home, too. And I work out. And I sleep.”

You had to actively stop yourself from face-palming. “Um, great. Anything else?”

“What do you do for fun?” He asked, somewhat defensively.

“Plenty of things. I…” Go to the movies. Thought you hadn’t been since the last time Kyle had dragged you. Play board games. But every single one of your friends was too busy lately so not that, either. You’d participated in a volleyball tournament, but it had been over a year ago.

“Um. I work out?” You would have loved to wipe that sumg expression off his face. So much. “Whatever. We should do something together on a regular basis. I don’t know, maybe get coffee? Like, once a week? Just for ten minutes at a place where people, not the press but people we know, could easily see us. I know it sounds annoying and a waste of time, but it’ll be super short, and it would makes the fake dating more credible, and—”

“Sure.”

Oh.

You thought it would take more convincing. A lot more. Then again, this was in his interest too. He needed his contractors to believe in their relationship if he was to cajole them into renewing his contract.

“Okay. Um..” you forced yourself to stop wondering why he was being so accommodating and tried to visualise your schedule. “How about Thursday?”

He angled his chair to face his computer and pulled up a calendar app. It was so fully of colourful boxes and your felt a surge of vicarious anxiety.

“It works before eleven a.m. and after seven p.m.”

“Ten?”

He turned back to you. “Ten’s good.”

“Okay.” You waited for him to type it in, but he made no move to. “Aren’t you going to add it to your calendar?”

“I’ll remember.” He told you evenly.

“Okay, then.” You made and effort to smile, and it felt relatively sincere. Way more sincere than any smile you’d ever thought you’d been able to muster in Clyde Donovan’s presence. “Great. Fake-dating Thursday it is.”

A line appeared between his eyebrows, “why do you keep saying that?”

“Saying what?”

“‘Fake dating.’ like it’s a thing.”

“Because it is. Do you not watch rom-coms?”

He stared at you with a puzzled expression, until you cleared your throat and looked down at your knees. “Right.” God, you had nothing in common. You’d never find anything to talk about. Your ten minute coffee-breaks we’re going to be the most painful, awkward parts of your already painful, awkward weeks.

But Nichole was going to have her beautiful love story, and you wouldn’t have to wait for ages to finally do a Cancer Awareness Campaign. That was all that mattered.

You stood and thrust your hand out to him, figuring that every fake-dating arrangement deserved at lead a handshake. Clyde studied it hesitantly for a couple seconds. Then he stood, clapped your fingers. He stared at your joined hands before meeting your eyes. And you ordered yourself not to notice the head of his skin, or how tall he was, or…anything else about him. When he finally let go, you had to make a conscious effort not to inspect your hand.

Had he done something to you? It sure felt like it. Your flesh was tingling.

“When do you want to start?”

“How about next week?” It was Friday. Which meant that you had fewer days than seven to psychologically prepare for the experience of getting coffee with Clyde Donovan. You knew that you could do this—if you had worked your way up to being in a band and kicking your stage fright in the ass, you could do anything, or as good as—but it still seemed like a horrible idea.

“Sounds good.”

It was happening. Oh God. “Let’s meet in the downstairs coffee shop. It’s where most of the staff and well—anyone who comes here at all—goes to get coffee. Someone’s bound to spot us.” You headed for the door, pausing to glance back at Clyde. “I guess I’ll see you for fake-dating Thursday, then?”

He was still standing behind his desk, arms crossed in his chest. Looking at you. Looking entirely less irritated by this mess than you’d ever had expecting. Looking…nice. “See you, Y/N.”

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[epraim1992]

The Beast of Darkness

The Beast of Darkness has been let loose and is offering Guts power in exchange for a sacrifice. Which begs the question what exactly it is. It seems like we are going to a definitive answer.

I decided to look back to see if there are any clues. Casca referred to Guts as mad dog and interestingly enough the Beast takes the form of a canine.

In Casca's dream world Guts appears as a dog chained to the coffin carrying Casca's ego.

In his own dreams the The Beast also appeared chained up.

It was revealed by Danann that dreams are part of the astral word which connects to Enoch Village.

Flora also appeared in Corridor of Dreams to aid Schierke and Farnese fulfilling her promise to meet ther again in the her dreams.

This made me think of Guts' dreams. In a dream which was inadvertently caused by Griffith Guts is chased by monster. It seems like the monster is just a manifestation of Donovan but it has been established that spirits can appear in a persons dream.

Guts has another dream after carrying out that mission for Griffith to assassinate Julius. The monster appears again but in the form of Zodd and it to kills the child Guts and Gambino.

In the dream the Zodd like monster turns out to be Guts himself. Which is similar to the when the evil spirits morphed into Guts as the Beast.

When Skull Knight first appears to Guts I'm guessing that Guts envisions as the monster in his dream which is interesting.

The Beast of Darkness when possessing Guts attempted to kill Casca. But it wasn't the first time Guts attacked Casca in a trance.

During their first time together Guts tried to strangle Casca when he envisioned her as himself when he was sexually assaulted. Visually he is represented as the monster from his dreams. I think this was the Beast of Darkness.

According to Skull Knight in order to challenge Griffith you have to exist outside the reason of the world. I'm guessing this is the power the Beast is offering.

I've always seen Guts being similar to Skull Knight and Zodd who could follow their paths since he donned the Berserker Armor and came into the possession of a Beherit.

I think Guts will end up surpassing them both. Unlike Skull Knight I think Guts will master the Berserker Armor and will use the Beherit his own way.

So what is the Beast of Darkness. I think he is the Beast of End described in the prophecies of the Holy See.

It seems like the Beast is a one that twice reincarnates. I think the Guts is the human reincarnation of an Apostle.

Although the coming of Griffith as the Hawk of Darkness was prophesied the Holy See was unable to identify Griffith as him. Maybe Ganishka was misidentified as the Beast of the End.

When Beast takes over the Berserker Armor Puck did compare Guts to an Apostle which I believe is a hint. Then there was his dream where he appeared like Zodd.

How could an Apostle reincarnate into a human? I think it was the result of Elf magic. And that it had to do with the elves of Misty Valley.

Guts compared the wish the elves granted with healing baby Peekaf to the Sacrificial Ceremony. I think Guts' previous life was turned into a human through an Elvin rite.

Puck indirectly compared Misty Valley to Elfhelm he said it felt like home. There was a large cedar tree located there and a hollow that appeared in the tree. I think a boss elf live in Misty Valley.

Skull Knight has suggested that Guts is connected to the elves and I think this is how.

[mistyfms]

A PEAK INTO MISTY DONOVAN'S SPOTIFY !!!

Misty recently realized that while she has a lot of specific playlists -- she doesn't have one that describes her music taste as a whole. Hence spending the entire day on the couch creating this playlist. No, she did not answer her texts. No, she is not sorry about it. Music is also a love language for her / how she communicates her feelings. If she cares about you, you will get a playlist. It's the only thing that has kept her sane through everything she's been through.

Template credits to @auriants

[pierppasolini]

The Opening of Misty Beethoven (1976) // dir. Radley Metzger

[swaddle]

melody; favorite artists?

film; favorite movie/tv show?

tattoos; do you have/want and tattoos and piercings?

melody; favorite artists?

Men I trust, Joesef, father John misty, thee sacred souls, Coldplay, post Malone, Donovan, Neil Young ✨

Film; favorite movie/tv show?

Film; American psycho, American beauty, Batman: the dark knight, Gummo, The Zodiac and Joker!

Tv Show; sweet tooth, the boys, orphan black, the last of us and the Mandalorian

Tattoos; do you have/want tattoos and piercings?

I have a tiny Bambi tattoo and bubbles from the power puff girls (lame I know 🤫) AND I would loooove a sleeve of sorts but I’m not too sure yet! As for piercings, I’m not the biggest fan BUT nose piercings are rly cute!

[taliah-tezel]

“  oh misty eye of the mountain below  ”

location: cliff top @ lake mead mentions: @emiri-tezel @nathanial-donovan  song: celtic woman - i see fire ( click here to listen )  wordcount: 3028 triggers: hallucination nightmares, reckless intent, depression, near death, all-round sad girl breakdown vibes, proceed with caution

“ desolation comes upon the sky...  ”

“Five more minutes?” Taliah sighs, huddling her legs a little closer to her chest. Sitting atop of a mountain overlooking Silver Lake, the cold was hardly a hindrance, not when the company was such a comfort. “Always five more minutes with you, isn’t it? Some things don’t change.” The woman chuckles, relenting with a soft smile and a nod. “Five minutes.” Lifting an arm to invite Taliah to come and huddle into her, she does so without hesitation. “I had all these things to say, to tell you but… I can’t remember any of them now.” Taliah frowns. “Why can’t I remember them?” Leaning back to stare into the mirror of her own eyes, there’s an unsettling chill setting in her bones. “You don’t need to, I’ve been with you for all of it,” she smiles, tucking Taliah’s hair behind her ears. “How else do you think I know you’re losing your way, bebeğim?” ( translation: my baby ) “It’s time for you to find it again, before it’s too late.” Ah, there it was, the warning that had caused the chill before it was even spoken. “Too late? I don’t understand?” Like the picture of innocence, a child lost and looking for guidance, Taliah looks to her for explanation. “Wake up.” Is the only one the woman parts with, making her brows knit together in confusion. “Taliah, you need to wake up!” The woman raises her voice, startling her to the point she scrambled to her feet. Brown eyes look out to the view of the valley, the water that was now a pool of flames clawing their way up the mountain. “No, no! I’m – I want to stay. Please, please don’t leave me. This always happens, you always leave me... Why can’t you just stay?” Choking on a sob as she whips her head back around to look at the woman, what she sees makes her legs give out under her, just like it’s done countless times before. It didn’t matter how many or even how often these nightmares occurred, she was always convinced they were real until she would wake up in a cold sweat with tears down her cheeks. The woman was no longer a vision of beauty and warm energy but just a body of burning flesh that makes Taliah scream in despair. When there’s no air left in her lungs, no escape from the flames surrounding her, she bows her head down to the ground and cries. Not for herself but for the woman now just out of her reach, swallowed up by the flames, bloody andburned. “...Mama,” she wails, digging her nails into the dirt. One word, one name capable of causing a feeling so devastating that it haunted her dreams, twisting them into nightmares she couldn’t escape. 

“ ... now i see fire, inside the mountain, ”

Head laid against her arms resting on her kitchen table, Taliah woke with a gasp and a disorientated look of pure panic. Usually, it was just a few seconds before she registered the fact she had only been dreaming, that there was no danger, no need to do anything other than wipe her tears and calm down. Not this time. This time, her eyes opened to black smoke that made it hard to see as far as the table she was sitting at. “Shit – shit, shit!” Knocking the chair over as she stood to her feet, she looked over at the hob she had been boiling noodles on. Having accidently fallen asleep, she didn’t know how long for, all she knew was that the blinds on the window over the stove were up in flames and daring to spread over to the wooden cupboards. Coughing and spluttering her way to the pantry, she retrieves a small fire extinguisher and makes short work of popping the pin and putting out every flame. With no clear air to take a good breath, she stumbles out the back door and into her garden, falling onto her knees. It takes her a couple minutes to stop coughing and a couple more to catch her breath as her mind scolds her for being so reckless. Swiping the sweat away from her brow, she looks over at the door and watches as the smoke disperses. She could only blame herself, coming in from yet another bender and not just going to bed? It felt like a wake up call to shape up, if ever there was one. After the air was relatively clear in side the kitchen, she picks herself up off the ground and walks back in. Brown eyes look at the damage but there’s nothing left inside her to care, she felt like a shadow of herself, a beating heart just out of touch with reality. In all her dishevel, she grabs her car keys and walks through the house and out the front door in her socks. Perhaps that would be the first indication to any onlooker that she wasn’t okay, nor was she really in a good mind to drive anywhere. Taliah wasn’t thinking clearly, she hadn’t been for quite some time if she dared to be honest with herself. The downward spiral just kept on spinning, pulling her closer to the bottom with every passing day. Drowning her emotions out with alcohol, holding her people at arms length to keep them from noticing something is amiss, even putting distance between herself and Emiri because the sadness that came from just looking at her was almost unbearable. It couldn’t continue, and after tonight? There’s no way it could. 

“ and i see fire, burning the trees, ”

"Fucking hell.” She cursed out a sigh as she sat herself down in the very same place from her nightmare. Just a low hill right on top of the running valley lake, it was a spot she favored, a place she always came to when she needed space. It brought her peace and yet, at the same time, it filled her with such despair. For whatever reason, this place she felt peace at consciously had become the same location of her subconscious nightmares. And in spite of that, here she was, again, like a glutton for punishment. Or perhaps just a soul so incredibly lost that it would endure such punishment for just one second of the peace this spot brought, one moment of breath that didn’t feel like such a struggle. “What am I doing?” Dropping her head into her hands, she can feel the sting of tears, the unfiltered misery that as of late, only seems to take a tighter grip around her. The fire she had woken up to had shaken her enough to recall her own mortality. Life was so fleeting and these last few months, what was she doing to make the most of her time here on this earth? Slowly closing in on herself, pushing people away, putting on a show so Oscar-worthy even she couldn't see the act, wasn't willing to acknowledge how much she was suffocating. “I’m just so tired, mama.” She whispers into the air. One breath in, one breath out, repeat. Her chin tips up, her eyes close as she hugs her arms around her legs and begins to rock back and forth. Willing herself even now to just hold it together, but it’s a daring glance to her left that sees that waterfall in her eyes break free in a woeful sob. Oh, how much she wished to see her mother sitting by her side, the empty space only reminded her of how reality could never make that possible, no matter how much she cried. Still, the tears started to spill out and down her cheeks for the first time since the festival that saw her Uncle Serkan bleed out right under her hands - 6 months ago, 184 days to be exact. Months of pushing that pain away, throwing herself into every distraction no matter if it was irresponsible or even immoral and this was the result. Alone on a cliff top with little hope that the emotions that crippled her would ever let her breathe. It was the buzzing of her phone in her back pocket that she uses to try and distract herself, like there was still something stopping her from giving in to her own misery. There's a moment where she just watches the caller ID, knowing now was not really the time for what she assumed would be polite chit-chat. It was those ever-present worries that prompt her to pick it up, just incase something was wrong. Clearing her throat, she takes a deep breath and hits answer, bringing the phone to her ear, hoping to muster most of her usual chirp...  

“ and i see fire, hollowing souls, ”

[Taliah:] "Hello, angel." [Nate:] The moment she answered he found himself sighing out of relief, a lingering pause on his end due to how chirpy her voice sounded — something that didn’t compare to the apartment he was currently stood in, “Where are ya, Tali.” [Taliah:] "Um... why?" She says quietly, swiping at the stray tears on her cheeks. It's hard to keep her tone steady. "I'm... I uh-" Pausing, she pulls the phone away from her ear and puts a hand over her mouth, choking back a sob. How was she supposed to say she didn't want to talk and not have him worry? A deep breath in, she puts him on speaker. "Can I call you later, Nate?" [Nate:] Feeling himself frown he can’t help the concern that seems to grow at her attempt to talk. A vast difference to the way in which she answered seconds ago. “No,” he shook his head lightly, “How about you tell me where I can find you, hm? I’m stood in your apartment, okay? I know you’re not okay.” His tone was soft, quiet, soothing almost. [Taliah:] "Oh." Is all she can say. It wasn't until he said he was in her home that she understood why he wasn't willing to hang up. Excuses seemed futile, why try and deny what he already knew? "Nate..." After a long pause, she sighs. "Tell me something nice? And then I'll come home." She didn't really want him out searching for her, it seemed like the best course of action. [Nate:] Moving from her kitchen he takes a seat on the arm of her couch, free hand running through his hair briefly, nerves on his part skyrocketing because that wasn’t the response he was after. Allowing a pause he sighed, “Only if you promise I’ll see you walk through that door.” He didn’t necessarily believe right now that she would come home. [Taliah:] "Well I've got nowhere else to go." She mumbles, feeling like there was a lot more weight to those words than he knew. Like she was admitting defeat, too tired to keep running away from her own grief. "I promise." [Nate:] Nodding faintly a couple of times there’s a brief moment of silence, a space he used to think of something to tell her, “Okay… My mom used to always make me these lil’ cookies in the shape of a monkey when I was younger, y’know, decorated their faces.. always too much icing but I ate them anyway. She’d call me her little monkey but really I was just her lil shit y’know? Whenever I was down or sad.. whatever, she’d bring heaps of these cookies into me. She always made out that she baked too many or they just didn’t sell enough at the shop, when really we both knew she was lyin’…” he chuckles softly, “I actually have the same cookie cutter at home, only thing of hers I got…Still makes me smile.” He found himself smiling sadly; it was bittersweet. “Taliah…” he sighs before, “You know I’m here for you, right?” [Taliah:] His something nice brings a faint but soft smile to her lips, especially at the mention of being called little monkey. Those were the type of memories you couldn't replace. "I know." She whispers, already feeling like she could burst into another fit of tears. Kindness really did tug at the heartstrings, especially when it came from the likes of Nate. "I love you." Lower lip wobbling, she cuts the call off before he can hear her cry.

Oh, and cry she does. Like a dam had broken, all she could do now was lose her breath with every blubber. Twisting her body to the side, she plants her hands down on the ground as her breathless sobs turned into grief-filled, angry screams. Fists collided with the dirt, a tear and a wail for every fist in the dirt, trying to vent out every ounce of her pain that could be freed. Futile, really. Taliah only stopped yelling when her voice was so raw, the air caught in her throat, when her knuckles felt too bloody and bruised to keep punching into the dirt. Unable to catch her breath, she starts coughing in-between sobs so violently gut-wrenching they made her entire body tremble. Crouched over on her knees, her arms moved to wrap around herself, tears falling free from her eyes, every cry, every breath in caused an ache in her chest and a dizzying haze in her vision. She had to calm down, take in a real breath and steady herself; but even trying to do that felt like an uphill battle she didn't have the strength to climb. "Come on, breathe, breathe." Talking to herself, she's trying to fight for her own sanity, fight the war in spite of believing she's already lost the battle. The breathing technique helped for all of a minute, calmed her enough to gently roll and collapse onto her back. Hands over her chest, she could feel the throbbing in her knuckles and the regret of how she had handled this half a year. Or more accurately, how she had not handled it at all.

“ and i see fire, blood in the breeze... ”

"God," she chokes out a manic laugh, shaking her head up at the sky, wondering just how she had gotten to this point. If she let herself think about it, it was always going to be inevitable. Her ability to disassociate from her pain and trauma had been a craft she'd mastered at the fragile age of 15, again at 20, and most recently, a few months ago. And hey, when in doubt, laugh it out, right? Even if it lacked the foundation to be funny, that's part of what made it so hilarious. Taliah was always so unwilling to let the pain in order to process it and heal & some may call that a gift. In reality, it was more like a bomb counting down to zero, or one more straw to finally break the camels back. "I'm so sorry." Sniffing, she swipes at her tears, hoping that wherever her mom was, wherever Serkan was, they'd know how much she meant it. Feeling much like a failure, her self-sabotage was allowing her to think they'd be so disappointed in her. As tragic as that was, it was also one of the main reasons she now realized she had to do things differently. Be a better version of herself. Taliah climbs to her feet, still focusing on her breathing as she turns to walk back down the cliff, return home, walk through the door, as promised. However, a gentle glow in the sky makes her stop and turn back around, brown eyes looking deep into the orange sunset. There's even a soft smile that tugs at the corners of her mouth as she took the moment to appreciate just how beautiful it was. It was as though rational thought had shut down, sanity had arguably left the vicinity as an impulsive thought speaks to her with no logical thought to deter it. A grin spread across her face and without a second to really weigh the risk, she ran as fast as her feet could take her, up to the edge of the cliff and off in one giant leap. The freedom and peace that came from free falling was exhilarating, though it was very short-lived. Her body hit the water with an echoing smack, breaking through the surface as her body descended under. The area wasn't built for diving, not that she knew that, nor did she anticipate that the depth wasn't deep enough not to collide with the rocky bottom. Her right side takes the brunt of the collision and the pain that radiates across her skin forces an intake of breath. Inhaling water, she does her best to push up to the surfaces as fast as she can. Ignoring the pain stemming down her entire right side, she coughs and splutters as she swims to the edge, crawling out of the water. "Not good," Taliah mutters through her coughing. "Bad. Bad idea. Terrible." Literally scolding her own actions, it's not having an answer as to why that's perhaps the most daunting part of doing it in the first place. Where was the survival instinct at that moment? Or should the question actually be, if it was present, why wasn't it strong enough to stop her being so reckless with her life? Did she want to die? No, nor was this an attempt to achieve that. Though for a fleeting second, just one moment caught in the breeze of the wind up there at the top, maybe she didn't care either way. Down here on the bottom, however, she realized she did care. Perhaps not enough, or not in the way she should, but she cared more than enough about the people around her. Those who would be devastated if something happened to her. There were ways to go before she thought she could be as kind to herself as they were to her, but if brushing with death not once but twice today had taught her anything? It was that she wanted to try.

“ and i hope that you remember me. ”

[mysweetoddbird]

sorry. i remember the scene of dai donovan saying "when you're in a battle. against an enemy so much bigger. so much stronger than you. to find out you had a friend. you never knew existed. well that's the best feeling in the world" and i get a little misty eyed. i have a heart you see.

[crownedhopelesss]

@aaurelia asked: ⭐

Send a " ⭐ " and I will list muses I would be interested in throwing at yours, or potential muse combinations if you are also a multi.

violet harmon

starr

michael emerson

sam emerson

misty day

kyle spencer

donovan

winter anderson

damon salvatore

elena gilbert

joe goldberg

justin foley

alex standall

clay jensen