#mymistymornings

[vmbral]

Angoul - Literature Edition - Bold what applies to your character!

STRANGE CASE OF DR. JEKYLL AND MR. HYDE

ᴄᴏʙʙʟᴇsᴛᴏɴᴇ sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛs / ʟᴀᴍᴘs sʜɪɴɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴏɢ / ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʀᴍᴛʜ ᴏғ ᴀ ғɪʀᴇᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ / ᴜɴᴏᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ ʙᴏᴛᴛʟᴇs ᴏғ ᴡɪɴᴇ / ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴇɴsɪᴏɴ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜɪɴɢs sᴇᴇᴍ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴛʀᴜʟʏ ᴀʀᴇ / ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴛʜʀɪʟʟ ᴏғ ғʀᴇᴇᴅᴏᴍ / ᴘᴀɴɪᴄ ᴏғ ʟᴏsɪɴɢ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ / ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀᴠᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ / ɢᴜɪʟᴛʏ ᴠɪᴄᴇs / ᴛᴏᴘ ʜᴀᴛs ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ sᴛɪᴄᴋs / sᴇʟғ-ᴅᴇsᴛʀᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ / ᴏʟᴅ ᴅᴏᴄᴜᴍᴇɴᴛs ᴛᴜᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ɪɴ sᴀғᴇs.

FRANKENSTEIN, OR THE MODERN PROMETHEUS

ʀᴀɪɴ ʜɪᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴡɪɴᴅᴏᴡᴘᴀɴᴇ / ᴄᴀɴᴅʟᴇs ʙᴜʀɴɪɴɢ ʟᴏᴡ / ᴍᴏᴜɴᴛᴀɪɴ ʀᴀɴɢᴇs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ, sɴᴏᴡʏ ᴛᴏᴘs / ғʀᴇɴᴢɪᴇᴅ ᴏʙsᴇssɪᴏɴ / ᴀ ᴄᴇᴍᴇᴛᴇʀʏ ᴀᴛ ᴅᴜsᴋ / sʟᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀʜᴏᴜsᴇs / ᴀʟʟ-ᴄᴏɴsᴜᴍɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪʀsᴛ ғᴏʀ ʀᴇᴠᴇɴɢᴇ / ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀssɪᴏɴ ᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙɪᴛᴛᴇʀɴᴇss ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴀᴛʀᴇᴅ / ᴀ sᴇɴsᴇ ᴏғ ᴅᴜᴛʏ ᴡᴇɪɢʜɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅᴇʀs /ɪɴᴇsᴄᴀᴘᴀʙʟᴇ ɢᴜɪʟᴛ / ᴛʜᴇ ғʀᴏᴢᴇɴ ᴡᴀsᴛᴇs ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʀᴄᴛɪᴄ ᴄɪʀᴄʟᴇ/ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ᴏғ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɴᴇᴄᴋ / ʟɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢ sᴘᴀʀᴋɪɴɢ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ sᴋʏ.

THE PICTURE OF DORIAN GRAY

ᴇʀᴏᴛɪᴄ ʟᴏɴɢɪɴɢ / ᴘᴀɪɴᴛ ᴏɴ ᴀ ᴘᴀʟᴇᴛᴛᴇ / ɢᴏʟᴅᴇɴ ᴄᴜʀʟs ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴏsʏ ᴄʜᴇᴇᴋs / ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇsᴘᴇʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴄʟɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜᴛʜ / ʙᴇᴇs ʟᴀᴢɪʟʏ ᴅʀɪғᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴀss / ʜᴇᴅᴏɴɪsᴍ / ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋɴᴇss ᴏғ ᴀ sᴏᴜʟ / ᴀ ᴅᴜsᴛʏ ᴀᴛᴛɪᴄ / ʜɪᴅɪɴɢ sᴇᴄʀᴇᴛs / ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴘᴏᴏʟɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ғʟᴏᴏʀʙᴏᴀʀᴅs / ɢᴜᴛ-ᴡʀᴇɴᴄʜɪɴɢ ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜsʏ / ᴀ ᴅɪᴍʟʏ-ʟɪᴛ sᴛᴀɢᴇ / ᴛᴇᴍᴘᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴄᴏʀʀᴜᴘᴛɪᴏɴ.

THE PRIVATE MEMOIRS AND CONFESSIONS OF A JUSTIFIED SINNER

ᴄʟɪғғs ʀɪsɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʟᴏᴜᴅs / sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴀᴍʙɪɢᴜᴏᴜsʟʏ sᴜᴘᴇʀɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴀʟ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ʟᴜʀᴋɪɴɢ / ᴇᴅɪɴʙᴜʀɢʜ’s ᴡɪɴᴅɪɴɢ sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛs / ʀᴇʟɪɢɪᴏᴜs ᴢᴇᴀʟᴏᴛʀʏ / ᴄᴀʀᴇғᴜʟ ᴍᴀɴɪᴘᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ / ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ ʀɪᴠᴀʟʀʏ / ᴀ ʙɪʙʟᴇ ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ɪɴ ᴀɴ ɪɴᴅɪsᴛɪɴɢᴜɪsʜᴀʙʟᴇ ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ / ᴀ ғᴀᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ’s ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ᴄʜᴀɴɢɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ sʜɪғᴛɪɴɢ / sᴄᴏᴛᴛɪsʜ ʟᴀɪʀᴅs / sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴɪᴄ ᴍᴀsǫᴜᴇʀᴀᴅɪɴɢ ᴀs sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴘᴜʀᴇ.

DRACULA

ʟᴇᴛᴛᴇʀs ᴀɴᴅ ᴅɪᴀʀɪᴇs / sᴜɪᴛᴏʀs ᴄᴏᴜʀᴛɪɴɢ ᴀ ʟᴀᴅʏ / ᴄᴀsᴛʟᴇs ɴᴇsᴛʟᴇᴅ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜɪɴ ғᴏʀᴇsᴛs ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴏᴜɴᴛᴀɪɴs / ᴛᴇʀʀᴏʀ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴᴋɴᴏᴡɴ / ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏᴡʟɪɴɢ ᴏғ ᴡᴏʟᴠᴇs / ᴀʀɪsᴛᴏᴄʀᴀᴛs ғʀᴏᴍ ᴏʟᴅᴇɴ ᴛɪᴍᴇs / ᴀ ᴄᴏɴsᴜᴍɪɴɢ ʜᴜɴɢᴇʀ / ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ʀɪsɪɴɢ / ʜᴏʀsᴇs’ ʜᴏᴏᴠᴇs ᴛʜᴜɴᴅᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴀʟᴏɴɢ ᴀ ᴘᴀᴛʜ / ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ sᴛᴀɪɴɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ sɴᴏᴡ / ᴄʀᴜᴄɪғɪxᴇs ᴡᴀʀᴅɪɴɢ ᴏғғ ᴇᴠɪʟ.

WUTHERING HEIGHTS

ғᴏɢ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴏʀs / ᴇᴍʙʀᴀᴄɪɴɢ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ɪs ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ / ᴀ ᴄʏᴄʟᴇ ᴏғ ᴀʙᴜsᴇ / ᴠɪᴄɪᴏᴜs, sɴᴀʀʟɪɴɢ ᴅᴏɢs / ᴀ ʜᴏᴜsᴇ ʟᴇғᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴜɪɴ / ᴀ ᴛʜᴏʀɴ ᴀᴍᴏɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏsᴇs / ᴛᴏxɪᴄ ʟᴏᴠᴇ / ɢʜᴏsᴛs / ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏᴡʟɪɴɢ ᴡɪɴᴅ / ғʟᴏᴡᴇʀs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴅɪᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇɢᴜɴ ᴛᴏ ʀᴏᴛ / ᴡᴀsᴛɪɴɢ ᴀᴡᴀʏ / ᴀ ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ’ᴛ ɪᴅᴇɴᴛɪғʏ.

Tagged by: @avampyone

Tagging: @cosmicharm @avaritia-ffxiv @captainqster @mymistymornings @tialinffxiv @cactusxwren @houserosaire @briar-ffxiv and whoever wants to give it a go, I'm pointing at you

[thefreelanceangel]

Tagged: Five Character Associations

Emotions:

Rage Hunger Impatience Boredom Lust

Colors:

Blood red Jet black Oxygen-starved blue Ash grey Poisonous green

Scents:

Formaldehyde Coffee Burnt flesh Freshly spilled blood Mint

Objects:

A scalpel Black rubber gloves Silk rope Wine glasses Her ostentatious wedding ring

Body Language:

Narrowed eyes Pursed lips Impatiently tapping nails One slight, downward glance over one shoulder A grin pulling the lips back to expose all of the teeth

Aesthetics:

Various levels of decomposition (see how all things end) A clinical laboratory in chrome and white (not within my reach) Scorched earth, still smoking (only I choose what ends) Blood splattered on grey stone (or whom) Old libraries with unsettling corners (the world's secrets are mine)

Emotions:

Wistfulness Weariness Loneliness Hope Contentment

Colors:

Soot black Ashy white Blood red Pine green Cherry blossom pink

Scents:

Ink Acrid herbs Pine Hot, steamy water Dust

Objects:

A tattoo artist's inking needle A stack of ofuda A pair of long, thick cotton gloves A broad-brimmed straw hat A tattered, patched stuffed toy

Body Language:

Slow, cautious hand movements A scaled tail curling and uncurling Tense motionlessness Head angled slightly downward Hands knitted together

Aesthetics:

A long-abandoned shrine (you were holy, once) A city's dark back alley (now you live at the edges) An overgrown cemetery (listen to the dead) Temples no longer attended (they know your name) A family shrine with blacked out images (you belong to them)

Emotions:

Nostalgia Fearful anticipation Simmering anger Loyalty Sickening lust

Colors:

Wet blood red Dry bone white Steel grey Ink black Rich jade green

Scents:

Jasmine Dragon's blood incense Linseed oil Cedar Burning silk

Objects:

A highly polished skull, grey with age A half-drawn katana A scattering of ofuda A broken red porcelain vase A single tiny jade ring, worn smooth

Body Language:

Defensive shoulders Narrow, watchful eyes Clenched hands Averted faces Tense, militant posture

Aesthetics:

A worn mountainside path (every generation, you knew this) Battered fusuma panels letting in rain (mercy will not come for yours) Half-finished minimalist floral arrangements (she calls to you) A dusty set of samurai armor on a stand (the drink must be made) Clusters of faded family photographs (grind down the henbane)

Tagged by: @sealrock, @gatheredfates, @shroudkeeper Tagging: @luck-and-larceny; @dumb-hat; @mymistymornings; @otherworldseekers; @chainsofaether; @viiioca; @sundered-souls; @blessed-by-umbral ...and I think since this took me like NEARLY TWO WEEKS everyone's been tagged...? OH WELL DO IT ANYWAY <3

[sundered-souls]

The Hero's Aspect - Inge Sjasaris

( BOLD always or almost always applies  | |   italics are situational or occasional )

accepting | adventurous | altruistic | amiable | benevolent | bold | brave | caring | charitable | cheerful | chivalrous | compassionate | courageous | courteous | courtly | daring | decent | disciplined | doughty | dutiful | dynamic | empathetic | energetic | enthusiastic | erudite | fair-minded | faithful | fearless | forthright | gallant | generous | genuine | gritty | graceful | gracious | gutsy | happy | honest | honourable | incorruptible | innocent | intelligent | intrepid | jovial | judicious | just | kind | knowledgeable | likable | lionhearted | loyal | loving | magnanimous | merciful | mighty | mild | moral | nice | noble | non-judgemental | obliging | open-minded | orderly | philanthropic | polite | principled | proper | quick-thinking | quick-witted | quixotic | rational | realistic | refined | reasonable | reconciliatory | reliable | sagacious | saintly | seemly | shrewd | self-reliant | self-sacrificing | sensitive | smart | sophisticated | spirited | stalwart | steadfast | stoic | strong | suave | sympathetic | teetotal | tenacious | thoughtful | tireless | tolerant | tough | trustworthy | unassuming | uncomplaining | understanding | unflappable | unyielding | useful | valiant | virtuous | vigilant | warm-hearted | whimsical | wise | witty | worthy | xenacious | xenophilic | yielding | zealful

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Tagging: @starforger @ishgard @uldahstreetrat @mymistymornings @auroraemberneko @tallbluelady @mirkemenagerie @allyennah @ainyan @ashenbun and everyone else who'd like to do!

[luck-and-larceny]

14 Associations

About | Malika Bajihri

Tagged by: @the-wanted-man. Thank you! It was really cool to read that and see just how much overlap there is in places! Sub-dividers once again stolen from @ashenbun :D Cute moon cat divider from @thefreelanceangel.

Animal: I've got two answers here depending on how much you let me get away with the first one given she's a Miqo'te and it might sound like too easy an answer.

Black cat: The real inspiration for the character is a black cat. She's associated with luck; could be bad for some, could be good for others. What she wants is more important than what others want. She breaks things that are in her way or when she's bored. She comes to you when she wants to and she leaves when she wants, too.

Fox: Confident, crafty, mischievously playful and, honestly, kind of ridiculous. Maybe you think she's just a harmless thing, but I wouldn't recommend leaving her alone with anything you want to still be there when you return…

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Color:  Storm Blue. I associate Malika with stormy, tumultuous weather and blue really feels like her color.

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Song: There's so many! I'll just go with Tongues and Teeth by The Crane Wives. Every lyric just feels so much like her to me.

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Number: Stealing Roman's answer: "3. Bad things happen in them. Good things too."

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Day or Night: Oh, the night for damn sure.

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Plant: Galaxy orchid. The colors just say "Malika!" to me. (And to @dumb-hat who actually recommended this when I was like "Ummmmm... What plant? What plant?)

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Smell: I don't think she wears the same perfume or bathes with the same soap all the time. But I like to think that whatever she wears is subtle, airy and light enough it's hard to notice it when she's with you, but when she's gone the fragrance hangs in the air: somehow more noticeable in her absence.

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Gemstone: Opals. There is a superstition that says that opals are bad luck for everyone but those whose birthstone they're associated with. Malika will wear every opal she finds despite having no idea when her actual Nameday is.

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Season: Late Autumn

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Place: Any place she's "not allowed" or "forbidden" to go. If an old, worn sign that reads "No Trespassing" hangs from an otherwise non-descript door and that door is just barely cracked open? That reads Malika to me. Nooks, crannies, high up roofs, and cramped alleyways in cities as well.

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Food: I associate Kumquat with Malika. The outside looks sweet and familiar, almost like an orange. Then surprise! The inside is a bitter, acquired taste you might not have been expecting.

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Eorzean Deity: Nymeia, for sure.

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Eorzean Element(s): Water, Wind and Lightning. Hush, I can choose 3 if I wanna!

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Drink: Any expensive drink in the wrong kind of glass- the cheaper that glass the better. Her drink of choice is whiskey.

Tagging: @dumb-hat, @mymistymornings, @thefreelanceangel, @argentrenard, @rylen-ashworth, @zhauric, @sundered-souls, @xmimiteh, @damien-ward, @unabashedrebel and @simplysoriya, @fair-fae, @ahollowgrave, @archaiclumina, @ashenbun, @lettersnorth, @the-sycophant, @its-the-val-pal, @tough-bit-of-fluff And you! Please tag me if you do this. Many thanks to Roman for this!

[oh-take-this-longing]

Thank you to @mymistymornings for putting this together for me. It's far prettier than what I could have come up with on my own. Thank you, thank you, thank you!

So you want to date a cold, aloof, redheaded noble lady in a dating sim? Cool! I still might recommend you look for a different one than Adelaide. She's too busy staring at her own rapier to really notice anything or anyone else.

You'll probably have to crank your Athletics skill up as far as you can and you'll have to tolerate her being cold, indifferent, and rather snarky until you impress her.

Impressing her is key. She's just not interested in romance or intimacy at all with anyone until then. You may as well romance a snowman if you can't impress her. At least the ice has a chance of melting on the snowman.

[fheythfully]

Bold what applies to your character!

STRANGE CASE OF DR. JEKYLL AND MR. HYDE

ᴄᴏʙʙʟᴇsᴛᴏɴᴇ sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛs / ʟᴀᴍᴘs sʜɪɴɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴏɢ / ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʀᴍᴛʜ ᴏғ ᴀ ғɪʀᴇᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ / ᴜɴᴏᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ ʙᴏᴛᴛʟᴇs ᴏғ ᴡɪɴᴇ / ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴇɴsɪᴏɴ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜɪɴɢs sᴇᴇᴍ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴛʀᴜʟʏ ᴀʀᴇ / ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴛʜʀɪʟʟ ᴏғ ғʀᴇᴇᴅᴏᴍ / ᴘᴀɴɪᴄ ᴏғ ʟᴏsɪɴɢ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ / ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀᴠᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ / ɢᴜɪʟᴛʏ ᴠɪᴄᴇs / ᴛᴏᴘ ʜᴀᴛs ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ sᴛɪᴄᴋs / sᴇʟғ-ᴅᴇsᴛʀᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ / ᴏʟᴅ ᴅᴏᴄᴜᴍᴇɴᴛs ᴛᴜᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ɪɴ sᴀғᴇs.

FRANKENSTEIN, OR THE MODERN PROMETHEUS

ʀᴀɪɴ ʜɪᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴡɪɴᴅᴏᴡᴘᴀɴᴇ / ᴄᴀɴᴅʟᴇs ʙᴜʀɴɪɴɢ ʟᴏᴡ / ᴍᴏᴜɴᴛᴀɪɴ ʀᴀɴɢᴇs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ, sɴᴏᴡʏ ᴛᴏᴘs / ғʀᴇɴᴢɪᴇᴅ ᴏʙsᴇssɪᴏɴ / ᴀ ᴄᴇᴍᴇᴛᴇʀʏ ᴀᴛ ᴅᴜsᴋ / sʟᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀʜᴏᴜsᴇs / ᴀʟʟ-ᴄᴏɴsᴜᴍɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪʀsᴛ ғᴏʀ ʀᴇᴠᴇɴɢᴇ / ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀssɪᴏɴ ᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙɪᴛᴛᴇʀɴᴇss ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴀᴛʀᴇᴅ / ᴀ sᴇɴsᴇ ᴏғ ᴅᴜᴛʏ ᴡᴇɪɢʜɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅᴇʀs /ɪɴᴇsᴄᴀᴘᴀʙʟᴇ ɢᴜɪʟᴛ / ᴛʜᴇ ғʀᴏᴢᴇɴ ᴡᴀsᴛᴇs ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʀᴄᴛɪᴄ ᴄɪʀᴄʟᴇ/ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ᴏғ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɴᴇᴄᴋ / ʟɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢ sᴘᴀʀᴋɪɴɢ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ sᴋʏ.

THE PICTURE OF DORIAN GRAY

ᴇʀᴏᴛɪᴄ ʟᴏɴɢɪɴɢ / ᴘᴀɪɴᴛ ᴏɴ ᴀ ᴘᴀʟᴇᴛᴛᴇ / ɢᴏʟᴅᴇɴ ᴄᴜʀʟs ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴏsʏ ᴄʜᴇᴇᴋs / ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇsᴘᴇʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴄʟɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜᴛʜ / ʙᴇᴇs ʟᴀᴢɪʟʏ ᴅʀɪғᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴀss / ʜᴇᴅᴏɴɪsᴍ / ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋɴᴇss ᴏғ ᴀ sᴏᴜʟ / ᴀ ᴅᴜsᴛʏ ᴀᴛᴛɪᴄ / ʜɪᴅɪɴɢ sᴇᴄʀᴇᴛs / ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴘᴏᴏʟɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ғʟᴏᴏʀʙᴏᴀʀᴅs / ɢᴜᴛ-ᴡʀᴇɴᴄʜɪɴɢ ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜsʏ / ᴀ ᴅɪᴍʟʏ-ʟɪᴛ sᴛᴀɢᴇ / ᴛᴇᴍᴘᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴄᴏʀʀᴜᴘᴛɪᴏɴ.

THE PRIVATE MEMOIRS AND CONFESSIONS OF A JUSTIFIED SINNER

ᴄʟɪғғs ʀɪsɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʟᴏᴜᴅs / sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴀᴍʙɪɢᴜᴏᴜsʟʏ sᴜᴘᴇʀɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴀʟ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ʟᴜʀᴋɪɴɢ / ᴇᴅɪɴʙᴜʀɢʜ’s ᴡɪɴᴅɪɴɢ sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛs / ʀᴇʟɪɢɪᴏᴜs ᴢᴇᴀʟᴏᴛʀʏ / ᴄᴀʀᴇғᴜʟ ᴍᴀɴɪᴘᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ / ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ ʀɪᴠᴀʟʀʏ / ᴀ ʙɪʙʟᴇ ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ɪɴ ᴀɴ ɪɴᴅɪsᴛɪɴɢᴜɪsʜᴀʙʟᴇ ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ / ᴀ ғᴀᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ’s ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ᴄʜᴀɴɢɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ sʜɪғᴛɪɴɢ / sᴄᴏᴛᴛɪsʜ ʟᴀɪʀᴅs / sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴɪᴄ ᴍᴀsǫᴜᴇʀᴀᴅɪɴɢ ᴀs sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴘᴜʀᴇ.

DRACULA

ʟᴇᴛᴛᴇʀs ᴀɴᴅ ᴅɪᴀʀɪᴇs / sᴜɪᴛᴏʀs ᴄᴏᴜʀᴛɪɴɢ ᴀ ʟᴀᴅʏ / ᴄᴀsᴛʟᴇs ɴᴇsᴛʟᴇᴅ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜɪɴ ғᴏʀᴇsᴛs ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴏᴜɴᴛᴀɪɴs / ᴛᴇʀʀᴏʀ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴᴋɴᴏᴡɴ / ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏᴡʟɪɴɢ ᴏғ ᴡᴏʟᴠᴇs / ᴀʀɪsᴛᴏᴄʀᴀᴛs ғʀᴏᴍ ᴏʟᴅᴇɴ ᴛɪᴍᴇs / ᴀ ᴄᴏɴsᴜᴍɪɴɢ ʜᴜɴɢᴇʀ / ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ʀɪsɪɴɢ / ʜᴏʀsᴇs’ ʜᴏᴏᴠᴇs ᴛʜᴜɴᴅᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴀʟᴏɴɢ ᴀ ᴘᴀᴛʜ / ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ sᴛᴀɪɴɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ sɴᴏᴡ / ᴄʀᴜᴄɪғɪxᴇs ᴡᴀʀᴅɪɴɢ ᴏғғ ᴇᴠɪʟ.

WUTHERING HEIGHTS

ғᴏɢ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴏʀs / ᴇᴍʙʀᴀᴄɪɴɢ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ɪs ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ / ᴀ ᴄʏᴄʟᴇ ᴏғ ᴀʙᴜsᴇ / ᴠɪᴄɪᴏᴜs, sɴᴀʀʟɪɴɢ ᴅᴏɢs / ᴀ ʜᴏᴜsᴇ ʟᴇғᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴜɪɴ / ᴀ ᴛʜᴏʀɴ ᴀᴍᴏɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏsᴇs / ᴛᴏxɪᴄ ʟᴏᴠᴇ / ɢʜᴏsᴛs / ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏᴡʟɪɴɢ ᴡɪɴᴅ / ғʟᴏᴡᴇʀs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴅɪᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇɢᴜɴ ᴛᴏ ʀᴏᴛ / ᴡᴀsᴛɪɴɢ ᴀᴡᴀʏ / ᴀ ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ’ᴛ ɪᴅᴇɴᴛɪғʏ.

Tagged by: @aethergazing I'm late but thank you for the tag!! I always love these kinds of character memes.

Tagging: @mymistymornings @astralogian @shroudkeeper @airis-ray @this-is-ris and anyone else who'd like to do it!

[vetinarivisuals]

So today the story is about cheeky parrots.

Got to go to California this weekend for work and we had a couple extra days to see some sights so @mymistymornings was able to join me.

We had an amazing time, but one thing I noticed at the Getty Institute (amazing place by the way) was this mural on the ceiling.

And why did I notice this mural? Well, because of this cheeky parrot.

This parrot is plotting and I both approve, and am apprehensive...

More info on this work of art can be found here:

[wolfhollow]

92%. Is your character particularly confident? Does their confidence level change if less people are around?

The white limestone cliffs plunged downward, their upper banks crusted with foliage that trailed in vining swags over the sides. Tjra stood balanced on the very edge, their toes curling into the moss as they looked down and down to where the river sent up plumes of spray around the rocky bottom of the canyon.

"Tjra!" Ljot's voice was stern, but Tjra did not look up. They were focused on the golden bell dangling from a branch some fifteen yalms down. The training tool swung in the morning breeze giving off a cheerful chime here and there as if certain death didn't linger below it.

"Let them try if they want," Valdis said. The ancient witch was seated on a flat stone, and she gestured to Tjra with her cane as the youth ignored the clamor behind them.

"You encourage them too much, Valdis," Ljot protested, but anything else she had to say fell away as Tjra thrust their hands out. Their focus was all on the trial now.

Their carved ash rod swung in a wide arc as they gathered the mist around them, pooling it into an invisible stormcloud. The air stank of ozone, the crackling static of the energy making their hair sizzle with sparks as they gathered it, compressing the storm into a glowing blue prism that shuddered under the force of their control.

They held the crystallized storm until sweat beaded on their brow. Not because they needed to, but because they could, the power aching like sweet fire in their limbs. When it was almost too much they lept, sweeping in an upwards arc as the storm splintered into glowing fragments like daggers.

They seemed to hang there in the air and then their arms snapped out again and the bolts plunged into the abyss. Streaking condensation they crackled in a wide arc and then shattered against the branch, smashing it into pieces.

Alone the tiny gold bell was too heavy, too smooth, to lift with their current skill. Its mass too concentrated. Now it hung from a fulm long segment of branch dressed out in green and gold speckled leaves. As they landed, feet crumbling away a chunk of moss Tjra pulled with all their might, funneling the down draft of their previous spell into a whirlwind that gathered and spat the branch fragments back up the side of the cliff.

The branch with the bell landed at Ljot's feet, its sweet golden sound accompanied by the percussion of the rest of the branch thudding all around them and the sharp cries of Ljot and her initiates.

"They're going to get someone killed," Ljot snarled, but Tjra paid her no mind as they untied the bell and brushed past her to place it in Valdis' hand.

"You could be a little less cocky," Valdis wheezed, but Tjra could see that she was proud even if she wouldn't say so in front of the others. They smiled viciously, but bowed their head anyway. Rubbing their victory in Ljot's fuming face could wait for later.

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OOC: Arden, or Tjra here with their old forest name, is like 99% confidence, particularly around big groups. At least when it comes to their own abilities. As in this example they can be a real shit about it, though they've also grown up a lot since their early training back home.

Thanks for the ask @mymistymornings !

Ljot and Valdis were named / created by my wife for one of her characters that has some shared background with Arden and I borrowed them for this.

[thisiscallahan]

@thisiscallahan​ Callahan Woodbery thisiscallahan.com

[the-wanted-man]

5, 13, 22

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5. Is your muse comfortable with public displays of affection?

     “Not...Well, I ain’t against them? It’s just that I don’t...always find them wholly necessary. Or appropriate.” he frowns, realizing how prudish the words make him sound and he sighs, running a hand through his muss of brown and white. 

     “I mean, fer others? It’s fine. I might get a lil’..uh...skittish, I guess but its fine. Towards me I...” He finds no good, immediate answer. “Well, it never seems genuine. Usually like a trick...or a joke. Like a uh...claim, someone isn’t actually willin’ t’make...but one other folk believe in anyway? I admit it’s likely more a personal thing but...dauntin’, nonetheless.” 

ooc: The poor  guy has no real confidence so most efforts of PDA towards him are met with fairly rigid and suspicious demeanor. He does like the attention of the moment, but at the same time, he’s not been with anyone long enough for those things to actually mean anything to him. Most displays of affection (in general) have been used as a means to distract or trick him, or keep him from looking too closely at something. He’s not happy its a trick that works, but it does the job well when artfully employed. PDA displayed in others only gives him slight discomfort - long enough for him to dwell on something he doesn’t feel he has a right to before he quickly takes a nice, scenic hike away from the situation. 

13. Where is your muse most sensitive?

     He flushes, deeply, shoulders hiking up as he folds his arms over his chest. “Uh...nowhere. Unfeelin’ as a rock. Don’t touch me.” 

OOC: He would never give this kind of information up willingly but there are a few places that absolutely make him melt no matter what the situation. His neck, the tops of his shoulders and the front of his chest just under his collarbones are spaces he likes being touched a lot. Running fingers through his hair or down his back is a pretty big game over though and in particular, when nails are used in these places, kind or otherwise, his restraint quickly begins to buckle. Speaking of which, the space beneath his buckle is also fairly particular. Not bellow the buckle, mind you, but the pelvic area usually hidden by where the belt-buckle rests. 

22. Does your muse read smut, own magazines, or watch p-rn?

“Uh...W-well. I mean. They’re...Uh..It. I reckon...They have their appeals?” the question has him beet red and flushed beyond belief. Not even the careful, downward tug of his hat is quite able to hide the tint festering at his cheeks, and throat. Why did he ever agree to do these? Because his mun made him, that’s why. 

Anxiously, he rubs the back of his neck and then with a sigh, relents. “It’s...I mean...I still got needs. Interests. Anyroad, what’s a cowboy supposed to look at out on long, lonesome trips? A pair’ve peaks in th’distance? Pretend they’re a pair’ve uh...Well. It’s a humorous thought fer shore, jus’...not actually as appealin’ in practice.” he clears his throats. “Mebbe I got a book or two, an’ a couple pin-ups I glance at from time t’time.” 

ooc: He would never be caught reading one but most definitely has a few books and does enjoy pin-ups both for their aesthetic value and occasionally for more voyeuristic purposes. He’s not sure how he feels on the subject overall, but he does have needs and he doesn’t solely like seeking out a woman for sex. Porn in general probably serves as great way for him to relieve some stress without feeling particularly guilty about it. Very possible that he has some writing from @worldofquillquivers! 

@mymistymornings Thank you so much for these! It is always fun putting this poor man in the hot seat. xD

[1morefairytale]

☆ : Of the sun, stars, and the moon, which is your muse’s favorite?

"Oh! Hmmm. Weeeell... Hmmm. I mean... All of them. How could I possibly choose? They're always up in the sky even if we can't always see them. Shhh... They could be listening in! I don't want to risk making one of them jealous by choosing a favorite."

OOC: Saachi is definitely most enamored by the sun. Sunrises, sunsets, the sun turning ocean waves gold with its light, patches of sunlight spilling in through a bedroom window, the way it filters through forest canopies, the way it looks when a ray of light breaks out from behind clouds...

Yellow is her favorite color because it seems so joyful and energetic to her. The sun is like that to her too.

Thank you for the Ask!

[astral-flame]

🔮 + ⚠

🔮 - Your character is having their future told by someone pretty shady. Do they call the fortune teller out or just roll with it? She’d probably go along with it until the end, then laugh it off. Not much into believing that sort of stuff.

⚠ - What has your character almost done that made someone talk them out of or convince them not to do it?

Literally nothing. Once she’s made up her mind, she’s made up her mind, and if she’s stuck debating on whatever it is, she’s not going to tell anyone.

[seaguanaisland]

If you receive this you make somebody happy. Go and send this to ten of your followers who make you happy or somebody you think needs cheering up. If you get back even better. ♡

Tysm❣

[queen-of-wolves-34]

#Repost @foxglove_and_ivy with @get_repost ・・・ "We must emerge slowly from our wintering. We must test the air and be ready to shrink back into safety when blasted by unseasonal winds we must gradually unfurl our new leaves." . ~ Katherine May (Wintering) . foggy mornings help with this I find. When you're not yet ready for a whole day to be filled with sunlight, birdsong and promise, a misty beginning can ease you into it all quite gently. . (Photo taken with my HUAWEI Mate 40 Pro, kindly gifted by @huaweimobileuk ~ it captures the misty woods beautifully) . #mymistymornings #wintering #gloomandglow #gloomgrabber https://www.instagram.com/p/CLWcyV6hnse/?igshid=zest9ee9m0fn

[luck-and-larceny]

Ace of Pentacles

Since these are similar in what they ask, I'm gonna cheat and do both Ace of Pentacles and The Fool together! The Fool, in particular, I actually think is a card that works well for Malika. This will be long and I am sorry! The very first, real, played iteration of Malika was in a tabletop game called 13th Age run by @dumb-hat where her entire deal was that she was trying to get the attention of a mythic, iconic entity known as the Prince of Shadows, (basically like the god of thieves), by recklessly taking on jobs to steal one impossible item after another. She'd get into places she should not have been able to get into and steal things that she should not have been able to steal. She dreamt of one day stealing not only physical objects but concepts and abstract things too: like memories, time, or dreams-- just to get this entity's attention. We didn't play that game for more than about three sessions, but I really liked that idea and it stuck with me for a long time (obviously) after.

When I finally made her in Final Fantasy XIV there was no entity like The Prince of Shadows, but Nymeia hit all the marks for being a goddess related to recklessness and doing the seemingly impossible. She hasn't strayed at all from the original concept of wanting to do things people say she can't/shouldn't do or from wanting to get inside of places she's not allowed and steal things not just to -have- things but for an almost religious and, uh, pathological reason.

Since then she HAS grown more. I've fleshed out more of her reasoning for being obsessed with mementos (taking them and leaving them). I've been able to explore her rather complicated relationship with Nymeia (Malika believes very strongly in personal freedom while still worshipping a goddess of fate). She's become a character who is not just reckless, but is reckless as a way to keep that goddess "spinning" or guessing-- as a belief that she can manipulate luck (something she's become very obsessed with in FFXIV) by taking chances that other (more mentally stable) people might not take to surprise the goddess. She's developed some really big, very important to her relationships and I've really appreciated that because for so long she'd been a character whose interactions with other people were rather superficial as a defense mechanism. It's nice to see characters climbing over, breaking down, or skirting around the walls. You know... getting somewhere she'd have said was impossible before. ^_~

- Just Mal balancing precariously above a dangerous precipice. No worries! She's certain luck is going to keep her from falling to her death. That's been the case in the past anyway.

Thank you @mymistymornings , @charm-in-spades, @sundered-souls , and @halcyonic-aether for these asks! I really appreciate it!

[oh-take-this-longing]

what calms your muse down after a bad day?

Talking a walk through the flower garden, spending time watching the fish in her aquarium, talking very long baths (bubble baths with wine nearby and candles lit preferably), reading poetry, meditating, training herself so hard that it exhausts her and she collapses as soon as her head hits the pillow, practicing calligraphy, and, of course, writing long letters.