little gypsy princess ♚

⊱ ── Misty Day. A daughter of diabolical origins as innocent as a saintly maiden in a world of sinners. Lover of Stevie Nicks and mistress of nature. {Indie RP account for Misty Day on American Horror Story: Coven. I am not Lily Rabe nor am I associated with her in any way.} "Power of resurgence ── I like the sound of that."

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// *wants to make a Lady Gaga AHS coven OC*

[hollywoodwitch-deactivated20140]

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[hollywoodwitch-deactivated20140]

"Miss Sunshine." {Madison smirked at the bitterness in Misty’s tone before raising a finger to stop her rambling.}

      “Just to be clear. I wasn’t pissed off because of that. I was pissed off because that carrot head knew I completed the 7th Wonder and said I didn’t. Anyway, I was packing my things to leave and then comes Frankenstein there and chokes me to death. So technically, I died…twice.”

{The ex movie star began her own ramble as she searched through her pocket for the little box of cigarettes, she was craving for one.}

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          Misty paused momentarily, the visionary of Kyle bringing yet another abrupt end to this girl's life proving to be somewhat satisfactory. It was well deserved. Some were unappreciative of the luxury of living.

                    ❝Mm, some of the dead should stay dead.❞

          Shrugging her shoulders to herself before falling into a casual slouch, she eyed the pack of cigarettes discarded from her pocket with a slight grimace. Such a disgusting specimen of a human being. Pollution was worthy of its own sin. None the matter, perhaps she'd die sooner again.

                    ❝Think I still got you beat considering I've passed on three times now. No thanks to you to account for one of those.❞ Her grimace shifted to a gracious simper. ❝That don't matter none. I ain't gonna die now. Bet I could push you off a bridge and you'd splat like humpty dumpty.❞ 

[theblackviolet]

Zoe stepped out of the shower, walking to the mirror and grabbed a comb to detangle her blonde hair. She liked moments like this, being left alone to her thoughts. Plus she drown out Kyle and Madison doing God knows what. Oh Zoe, forever trying to do the noble thing only to have it all blown in her face. But…if they found comfort in each other, whatever. She was better off alone anyway. She didn’t hear the door open, but she did see the figure in the mirror causing her to jump and her head to jerk.

"Misty! Hey!"

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                                                          [Dammit, not again]

          A misplaced shawl forced Misty's blue gaze to gloss over the perimeter of the room she kept a majority of her belongings. To no avail did she spot any familiarities.

                                                                                   M a d i s o n.

          Quick to avert her attention from wondering to finding, narrow steps treaded to her destination, depicting an immense vexation with every step. The sound of a running shower confirmed Madison was likely occupying the space. Following the source of noise, a minor setback occurred to find the door was locked from the inside. A soft knock went without acknowledgement after the water ceased to fall before Misty concluded her patience had run dry and less than a moment later, she was whisked to her desired destination.

                          The convenience of witchcraft                                                                 ᴛ ʀ ᴀ ɴ s ᴍ ᴜ ᴛ ᴀ ᴛ ɪ ᴏ ɴ

          However, she was startled to find that when her sight fixated on the gaze in the mirror, she met with Zoe's eyes.

                    ❝Oh, sorry, Darlin'.❞ An apology was owed, though no thought was given to an explanation. ❝You seen my shawl by any chance? I can't find it no where.❞

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                                      {I know I could have loved you, but you would not let me}

          A doleful tune sounded from between Misty's parted lips, finding herself lost in broad daylight, perched atop a nearly vacant sidewalk to find company in only the wind that left as soon as it came. Times like now, she ached for a word. A stranger's acknowledgement or a friend's laughter. Nevertheless, she was alone as she was accustomed to. Robichaux's was somewhere down the road, though she had forgotten where she made a turn. Perhaps after sunset, she'd find the will to go back.

                                                                                    But where was home?                             Surely not in the place that she was condemned.

          At the peak of dusk, she sung louder. Drowning out the wonders of her mind. Retracting from her place on the edge of the sidewalk, her peripheral vision caught sight of a young woman approaching her.

                    ❝I ain't no homeless. I don't need yer money.❞

          Proceeding on down her path with no further acknowledgements, Stevie's voice was revived within the depths of her conscience, partially filling a void in only her heart. She was absent of a soul these days.

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// Can I just take a moment out of my day to say that people in the roleplaying community should be able to write their descriptions however they want to when describing physical features on their own characters or otherwise without feeling as though they will be criticized for it. Please don't make fun of others for how they write. It's very discouraging when I see posts like that on my dash. You're above that. And it's even more discouraging to see a whole bunch of people agree with said person.

Friendly reminder that everyone here has feelings and most of us are aspiring authors of some sort whether that be in novel format or poetry, ect. If you don't like something about how someone writes, don't voice it to the world. Just keep things like that to yourself for the sake of sparing hurt feelings. And with that, I'm off to do my drafts.

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    did it ever occur to you

     I might be the one who’s [ afraid ] of losing you

                                                                 because I’ve always been left  a l o n e ?

[frankyfitzdbr]

[readyforabun]

                  “And it all comes down you,                              Well you know that it does…”

      The slender blonde found herself singing along to the Fleetwood Mac tapes she had discovered in Misty’s abandoned room. Sometimes Cordelia would let herself forget that Misty was gone and just let the sweet melodies of the band fill the academy.

                      “And a memory is all that is left for you now,                                                                              You see your gypsy.”

       Immersing herself in her work, she has managed to push the death of Misty out of her thoughts while surrounded by her students, for the most part. But the worst thoughts come at night, when she’s truly alone. She was too blind to see the potential within herself, and forced four innocent girls to put their lives on the line. One of them paying for it permanently - Misty Day. She was her brightest student, and closest friend, now she is wrongfully spending her eternity in a personally tailored hell containing god knows what.        Cordelia is working on a particularly special potion, body swapping, when she hears a faint, strange cry pierce through the soothing voice of Stevie Nicks. Immediately dropping her ingredients, she rushes towards the front door of the academy. If one of her students is in trouble, that would be the end of her. She wouldn’t be able to take another witch dying on her watch. But not one of her students at all - well, not a current one. A former one. Misty. But her hair was crazier than usual, sticking out every which way, and she had circles under her eyes like she hadn’t slept in weeks.       “Misty!” she yells, running towards the familiar witch. She stops just in front of the woman, afraid she isn’t truly standing before her. Cordelia tentatively raises a shaking hand towards her, thinking the whole while that as soon as their skin meets, Misty will crumble to ash just as she had done before. Thinking better of the action, the supreme instead brings her hand to her own shoulder, her arm crossing across her chest. If this was just her mind, she didn’t want it to end. “I thought you were gone,” she said in a small voice, fighting back tears already. She had shed many tears over Misty in the dead of night, in utter solitude, and that was for herself to know only. She wouldn’t let any of her students see her in such a fragile state - she needed to be strong, they depended on it.

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                    ❝I - am I really here?❞ Still doe eyed, the tips of her own fingers fidgeted nervously. ❝Please tell me I'm not there anymore. Tell me something bad isn't about to happen. Oh, dear Lord.❞

          Her eyes fell heavily all around her, observing the interior as though expecting something to shift the scenery to her sheer dismay. Perhaps she had merely transferred from one hell to another. Her conscience was still apprehensive, expecting the worst while praying for the best. Suddenly, her glossed over eyes shifted back to Cordelia, her gaze fixating as though she was fearsome she'd lose sight of life. Impulsively, both of her hands shot for Cordelia, her open palms falling against her cheeks.

          Immediately, there was a defining warmth sensed beneath the exterior of her skin to validate human life was present to which Misty found herself smiling with profound mirth. Releasing a breath as though disbelief overcame her sentiment, there was a moment's pause before her hands retracted themselves, still quaking with fear and now a touch of overwhelming excitement. The contradictory emotions settling over her depicted only a puerile woman in the flesh while her mind still raced with wonder.

                    ❝I'm really here.❞ She verified through a wide grin, tears still clouding her vision. ❝And your eyes. They're back.❞

          Many questions flooded through the gates of her mind, though only one in particular seemed more profound than the others in particular. One that forced her heart to drop at the sole thought of it.

                                            {Who was Supreme now?}                                                     [Lord, don't let it be Madison]

[hollywoodwitch-deactivated20140]

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"Missed me much, bitches? I’m so back."

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                    ❝Hollywood.❞ Misty greeted, a bitter taste emitting from her naturally endearing tone.

                    ❝Thought you went back to yer habitat or somethin'. Miss Cordelia said ya got pissed you weren't the supreme and left. They don't want you no more?❞

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// I have a few threads drafted, but I feel like I need more. If you'd like a starter, like this post and I'll write one up for you :)

[evesmyles-blog]

[filiafortissimi-archive]

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                           Hyperion looked up from the thin layer of ice covering the floor of the room to the person standing in the doorway. She had nothing. No explanation. An excess of frustration came to her, and this was the result. Flat on her ass on one hell of a cold patch.

            “I swear I can explain.”

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                                         {I'm lonely again, tore a page of my heart}

          Misty hummed a soft melody barely audible whilst she wandered idly, envying the mirthful girls that now occupied these halls. Void of loneliness and fear. They were home here. Suddenly, a change of consistency in her step forced her to peer down as she turned a corner.

          Ice. Everywhere. Both a beauty and a hazardous death trap waiting to harm some innocent witch. With her gaze fixated on the floor, she failed to recognize the voice quick to explain itself. One hand holding together her shawl, she extended her other in offering just as her gaze adverted from the ice to young woman on the floor. One of Cordelia's new students, she had assumed.

                    ❝We'll go fetch a few hairdryers and melt it down. C'mon then. I ain't waitin' on no one else to slip.❞

[lettherebemusicblog]

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Just like the white winged dove Sings a song Sounds like she’s singin’ Whoo-whoo-whoo…

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"If you don’t rest, you won’t heal."

                                                    {Wide eyed. Immensely frightened. Was she still in Hell?}

          Still grasping hold of a reality she wasn’t sure to be just an illusion out of the pure desperation in her heart, she was keen to object. The tremble in her had parted ways with her body, but a persistent tension lying heavily upon her shoulders reminded her there was a long path to recovery. An aching of the temples or a drop of the heart. Reminders of what had been endured and the risk of faltering in step.

                    ❝No, please don’t make me sleep.❞ She insisted. ❝I’m fine. Really. I just ─ just don’t make me sleep. I’m afraid I’ll go back there.❞

          A forced half smile crept warily across her face only to fall apart as quickly as it had been established. It was fear of the unknown that kept her erect and alert. A sickly feeling still bubbled in the pit of her stomach, threatening to surface.

                    ❝I can heal myself, Miss Cordelia. Just don’t make me sleep, I’m begging you.❞

[illogicalhumanoid]

meet the blogger

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LAYER ONE: THE OUTSIDE

name: Theon eye color: A dark brown that almost looks black (like evan peters yas) hair style/color: I keep it dark, long and wavy. Reaches my bum  height:  5’2 clothing style: Sometimes I'm a flower child and sometimes I'm Effy Stonem. Depends on my mood. best physical feature: Lol

LAYER TWO: THE INSIDE

your fears: Being abandoned/alone your guilty pleasure: Shrek The Musical

ambitions for the future: I want to work in a run down nightclub as a jazz singer, get discovered, become famous and shit on everyone who ever hurt me ya.

LAYER THREE: THOUGHTS

your first thoughts waking up: Ryan what you think about most: Ryan (lol no one understands) what you think about before bed:  Jeffrey Dahmer

LAYER FOUR: WHAT’S BETTER? 

single or group dates: Single to be loved or respected:  To love someone, you have to respect them. beauty or brains: Beauty. I'm a shallow and superficial bitch lbr  dogs or cats: DOGS AND HORSES

LAYER FIVE: DO YOU.

lie: You'd be lying if you said you didn't believe in yourself: I do, yes. believe in love: I had it once want someone: One person in particular I'd still wait for

LAYER SIX: EVER.

been on stage: Yes done drugs: Yeah changed who you were to fit in: To a degree

LAYER SEVEN: FAVORITES

favorite colors: Peach favorite animal: Don't do this to me. Well I really love dogs in particular  favorite movie: Hm. I really don't know favorite game: Red Dead Redemption (video game)

LAYER EIGHT: AGE

age: 17

day your next birthday will be:  August 26th

[frommemetoyou]

REACTION MEME: Bruised and Broken Version

"Woah, when did you get that?"

"Who did this to you?"

"How many time have I told you to be more careful?"

"You’re saying this was an accident?"

"What a shiner!"

"If you look like this, I’d hate to see the other guy."

"I’m not buying it, you don’t walk into a door and get a bruise like that!"

"Does it hurt when I touch it?"

"Let me kiss it better."

"If you don’t rest, you won’t heal."

"Another fight?"

"What happened to your face?"

"I don’t think your arm is meant to bend like that…"

"Let’s get you to bed."

"Let’s get you to the hospital."

"Why are you so calm about this?"

"You’re bleeding!"

"What are friends for, ey?"

"So, instead of helping you, they ran off the moment they saw what was happening?"

"You need to look where you’re going."

"I’m not accusing anyone, I’m just saying it looks suspicious."

"Do you want to tell me what really happened?"

"Don’t move! You’ll faint!"

"I’ve got some bandages, wait a sec."

"You’re the clumsiest person I know."

"I won’t let you be on your own, not when you’re like this."

"How could you be so careless?"

"I can’t even look at you, you promised not to get into any more fights!"

"H-how many of them were there?"

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                                                                      [This is it.]

          Peering unto Miss Robichaux's Academy with a spiteful gaze, she mourned the Misty who once died there. Permanently wounded. How long had she been gone? Steps failed her until courage prompted the young woman to proceed forward in search of Zoe or Cordelia. The only figures worth her broken trust. These grounds were haunted by the spirit of a past soul; her own. And even so, the familiar setting appeared different. Closing her eyes for a brief moment, the world around her grew warmer.

          Opening her eyes to find herself within the exterior, her efforts to not break down into sorrow had failed. Biting down on her lower lip, her diminutive steps guided her only so far before sentiment had overwhelmed her.

                    ❝Help.❞ She spoke out softly, still unable to find her voice. The screams of her Hell still repeating in the depths of her conscience.

                    ❝Somebody, help me!❞ A more urgent cry pierced the walls with a defining echo of torment.