Tag: Destiney Delvanguard
~*Destiney Delvanguard*~
Music Challenge: Destiney
I’ve come so far from home
Left everything behind
To walk the path, I’ve chosen
Will I scratch the surface?
I’m not broken
I’m alive
I’ve been kicked down
But I’ll survive
Never give up
Never hide
I won’t go down
Without a fight
Tagged by: @mael-archevauliere @maria-zolts
I feel like someone else tagged me too but Tumblr been stupid about putting stuff in my activity feed lately when I’ve been tagged. So Sorry if I missed someone! All I remember was seeing this somewhere about pairing lyrics and a random screenshot. XD
She is proud, she is struggling with herself; but kind, charming, generous.
Horror Aesthetics: Destiney
CLASSIC.
black and white. powder puffs. red lipstick. winged eyeliner. white kitten heels. black lace lingerie. icy blue eyes. rain. abandoned cars. skeletons. acid. poison. voyeurism. switchblades. strangling. overcoats. looking over your shoulder. trans-atlantic accents. private detectives. dinner parties. haunted mansions. cobwebs. perfect blonde curls. kitchen knives. shock. cellars. dust. ghosts. dark alleys. empty streets. horn-rimmed glasses. radiation. zombies. serial murder. suspicion. paranoia. the city. witches. the devil. cannibalism. conspiracies. amulets. abject terror. the american south. the american northeast. england. analog cameras.
CRYPTID & URBAN LEGEND.
aliens. blinding light. dark woods. driving
at night. claw marks. bite marks. men in black. memory loss.
dismembered bodies. sewers. flashlights. cell phones. video cameras.
cars with tinted windows. unlabeled cassette tapes. bugs. big cities.
urban crimes. clowns. something rustling outside your window. glowing light. unsolved mysteries. suburbia. mirrors. the american pacific northwest. the american midwest. hiking. backpacking.
GOTHIC.
gaslights. corsets. ballrooms. candlelight. mist. starless nights. full moons. cobbled streets. horse-drawn carriages. mysterious strangers. bogs. moors. forests. mountains. castles. velvet. silver. brass. gold. jewels. domino masks. the opera. dangerous romances. tragic romances. violins. roses. lilies. empty graves.
crosses. cemeteries. snow. ice. the gallows. crows. milk-white skin.
ambiguous illness. fangs. pointed nails. something howling in the night.
capes. gloves. top hats. straight razors. lightning. pipe organs. underground caverns. bats. mice. rats. ravens. cats. pearls. attics. talismans. axes. wood. isolation in a room full of people. vampires. werewolves. ghosts. coffins. western europe. eastern europe. bones. churches. catacombs. mausoleums. books. stitches.
PARANORMAL.
malevolent spirits. seances. spells. missing bodies. hidden graves. white noise. static. flickering lights. rings of salt. demons. poltergeists. dark histories. old buildings. cold air. wells.
urban exploration. a dog barking at unseen things. iconoclasm. black
ooze. old photographs. dark bodies of water. crucifixes. priests. possession. exorcisms. dolls.
SLASHER.
bloodbaths. massacres. wanton nudity. newspapers. leather jackets. letterman jackets. converse sneakers. obscured faces. social unrest. bonfires. lakes. babysitters. high school. lockers. dead leaves in the fall. jack-o’-lanterns. passing shadows. outdated television sets. nightmares. psychiatrists. hospitals. unstoppable forces. gunfire. police. landline telephones. improvised weapons. halloween. secrets. revelations.
cut wires. character masks. scrunchies. wild curls. jeering children.
parties. fire. swearing. revulsion. california. the american midwest.
ambulances.
THRILLER.
daylight. fluorescent lighting. morgues. unwavering eye contact. tension.
lit rooms. empty rooms. killer in plain sight. a dog digging in the
newly-planted flower bed. steely gazes. paperwork. anagrams. codes.
convicted killers. missing persons. law enforcement. federal agents.
small towns. suspicion. paranoia. subdued terror. dimly-lit parking lots. a noise in the distance.
Tagged by: @weepingknight @duskrecluse
Bad Habits: Destiney
Swearing | Fingernail chewing | Slouching | Slurring |
Drinking | Smoking | Drugs | Impulse decisions/shopping | Obsessive
linkpearl checking | Bad time management | Slang | Poor grammar |
Overworking | Slacking off | Over sleeping | Under sleeping | Skin
picking | Poor eye contact | Lying | Rambling | Skipping breakfast | Junk food | Self criticism | Procrastinating | Day dreaming | Forgetful | Envious | Jealous | Gossiper | Drama seeking | Secret teller | Spitting | Lip licking | Lip chewing
| Drinking from the bottle | Yelling | Poor hygiene | Impatient | Hot
headed | Biased | Complaining | Scab picking | Cheek biting | Teeth
gnashing | Stealing | Scamming | Speeding | Hair pulling | Large ego |
Eavesdropping | Exaggerating | Fidgeting | Free loading
| Littering | One-Upping | Whining | Borrowing without returning |
Unnecessary Aggression | Talking during performances | Plagiarism |
Copying | Glaring | Spacing out | Ignoring | Over critical | Messy |
Hateful | Overly Prideful
Tagged by: @willow-raene @hana-xiv
Entry #21: Solace in the Wind
(Make up day since I missed this earlier this week with the event this is tied to.)
It was the one place she always went to when she needed to be alone without going far. Going to the Shroud was too far for as worn as she still was. Right now she just needed quiet to think.
To hate herself for not being stronger.
Closing her eyes and letting the gentle wind soothe her. As much as the wind could help her right now anyways. A part of her would have rather it been howling instead of a gentle caress.
“Twelve have mercy please… Give us our Ikara back…” Destiney whispered softly in prayer before gazing sadly out over the railing towards the sky. Somewhere out there Ikara was still held captive. And she had been powerless to really help her friends with the rescue.
The only reason she hadn’t frozen up when the trap caught her was because it had caught Lloire too. But Twelve be merciful how badly she had wanted to freeze up in that moment. Locked in a room with an enemy and Lloire. If she hadn’t fought there was no telling if Lloire could have done it alone. Losing Lloire would have been bad. Especially since he’d helped her so many times and was family to both Soren and Ikara.
Destiney pulled her knees up and wrapped her arms around them. The wind gently blowing her hair. Silently hating herself for still being weak. For not making enough progress. Not being able to contribute better.
Hands clenching tightly in the fabric of her sleeves. This was her fault. Only herself to blame for the problem she had. A moment of stupidity was still haunting her years later. Even with the progress she had made. It still wasn’t enough to get over the trauma. Not enough to play a better role in trying to save Ikara.
Closing her eyes and just letting the sound of the wind and silence help to calm the feelings of self-loathing. Had to force herself to remember not all was lost. Not yet. There had to be a way to deal with this. To be stronger.
Sleeping snuggled up to Syluss helped combat the sadness but it wasn’t a cure. Syluss was her strength right now though. Her love for him and Ikara had kept her moving forward during the failed rescue. Just as it would now. No matter how much she wanted to blame herself. Still she had a reason to keep moving forward.
Self-Knowledge: Destiney
Loyalty
You are good at sticking with people, even when things get awkward
and tricky. You give people a second and third chance, because
fundamentally, you are good at recognising people’s good sides (even
when there’s quite a lot about them that is not so attractive).
Partisanship is actually your strength: you stay on someone’s side for
more than intellectual reasons – because they feel like a part of who
you are.
Reverence
One part of you dreams of giving yourself up – perhaps just for a
while – to a hero or mentor. In the right circumstances you can flourish
by letting go of your ego. In your inner life, reverence plays out as a
willing submission to your own conscience. In the outside world, you
might get frustrated searching for something worth believing in – a
country, a person, a company – but you will always be open to feeling
respect, admiration and wonder.
Independence
You don’t set out to be different for its own sake; you are more
easily guided by what interests and moves you. You are more concerned
about what is right for you than about the pressure to fit in. In sex
you are more aware than others of impulses which are not entirely
conventional. You know the value of selective irresponsibility, of
forgetting occasionally about being ‘good’.
[ Test here ]
Tagged by: @willow-raene @the-hitless-swordsman @weepingknight
Entry #19: Ready or Not
(Had a bit of trouble with this one tonight. Dest and Lance both tonight. I figured might be good with a friend’s plot coming up soon.)
“Are you insane? No!” Lance scowled at what he was hearing. “I didn’t teach this all to you just for you to go and get yourself killed. You are not making everything that was done to keep you safe, worth nothing.”
“It was not worth nothing. You know it as well as I do. But I am doing this. You can’t stop me, Lance.” Destiney crossed her arms over her chest as they spoke outside in the yard at her house.
The thunk of a sword biting into wood. Poor striking dummy taking the brunt of the knight’s anger at his cousin’s words. He could understand full well why she would want to do this. That wasn’t the part he disagreed with.
What bothered him most was that they were keeping things from the Company she worked with. All because the ties the leader and one member held. That part did not make any sense to him. If she was willing to work with them. Put her trust in them. Then how could she keep this part from them? Clearly this was something they were going to clash over.
“You are talking of walking into enemy territory. Possibly getting hurt or worse. Have you even told your boyfriend about this? My guess is you haven’t. Halone have mercy… Destiney think about this.”
“I have thought about. Ever since the night Yuti told me what they found out. I am not letting Ikara remain in enemy hands. She’s like a sister to me, Lance!”
A soft huff before Destiney paced away from her cousin. Hand coming to rest on the hilt of her blade. Feeling for the magic she’d been training with. Reminding herself of every lesson both her brother and cousin had been giving her. Teaching her to fight. To be able to protect those she cared about. Rather then always being the one needing protection. It didn’t make her a skilled fighter by any standard. Yet it helped. Every bit helped more then where she was a year ago. Barely able to fight. This time would be different. This time she wouldn’t hesitate.
After all she had a reason to come home to. Always. She promised Syluss she would always come home to him.
Turning to face her stubborn cousin. Knowing he was just trying to protect her because he cared about her. Because it was part of who he was as a knight. As family. Setting her feet and preparing herself for the battle of getting him to give on this. “I will prove to you that I am ready for this. I will not falter. Not this time.”
Hand drawing that blade. Giving Lance a look a determination. For Ikara she would do this. Had to do this.
~*Destiney & Syluss*~
Little ooc moment near the house. But the pictures are too cute not to share.
Entry #17: Dreams
Destiney walked forward through the dreamscape. Surely it had to be a dream. The broken buildings and strange sky. The lack of other people. It was a odd location. The atmosphere felt almost oppressive.
This wasn’t the usual bad dreams that plagued her on rare occasion. Their occurrence came about less and less anymore. The happier her life was, the less they had a chance of happening. Right now? Her life was very good.
So why was she having a bad dream now?
Feet pausing in her walk as she stood before a woman in red kneeling before a sword. The hat with it’s white feather hiding her face. Destiney tilted her head as she looked on with curiosity.
The woman’s hand reaching for the sword hilt as she stood. Blue eyes meeting their match. Destiney was staring at herself. In an outfit she had never worn before. Taking a step back in surprise as the phantom pointed the sword in her direction.
“Accept your Fate.”
Destiney reached for her own blade only to find it not there. Reaching for magic that refused to respond. Looking on in wide-eyed horror as nothing was there when she needed it. Falling backwards in panic when the phantom rushed her with that sword. Raising her arms to protect herself when nothing else worked.
Waiting.
Nothing happened.
Destiney lowered her arms to find the phantom of herself gone. The sword was there in the ground before her though. Slowly she stood up as she looked towards that blade. Once more the words of the phantom rang in her ears.
“Accept your Fate.”
Hand reaching for the hilt of that sword. Testing to see if this was what the phantom wanted. Yet before she could touch it…
Destiney gasped as she opened her eyes to stare up at the ceiling above her. What a strange dream… She didn’t understand any of it. Of course she was working on her red magic and sword work. So what was with the odd dream? Maybe it was all she had eaten and drank at the party. Yeah maybe that was it. Just a strange dream.
Spirit of the Warlock 