#「 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ! 」

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From the desk of Toni Storm ⋆♫˚.⋆⭒.˚⋆ Task Two for April …

( 📻 ) The (After) Life Of The Party ⋆˙⟡ Fall Out Boy

⤷ 𝘪’𝘮 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 …

Who would Toni be without the title or her timeless persona? The thought swirled around in her head like a song stuck on replay. The reactions of others were slowly creeping into her mind. ‘What if the title is stripped away from me and I lose everything? Would they even put my picture on show posters anymore?’ After every match the questions become louder. It’s easy to push aside for the short-term.

( 📻 ) Someone To Call My Lover ⋆˙⟡ Janet Jackson

⤷ 𝘪’𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴 … 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦

It gets a bit lonely when everyone around you is coupled up. Toni continuously puts herself in her own way when it comes to wanting to open up and be with someone. The flirting gets her by, but it’s not the way she wants to have someone fall for her. She’s a pure romantic at heart and believes in meet-cutes and love at first sight — it just hasn’t happened to her yet.

( 📻 ) Busy Woman ⋆˙⟡ Sabrina Carpenter

⤷ 𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 … 𝘶𝘯𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵

Toni’s always puts her work first, training and writing out ideas for Tony Khan when there’s free time to be had. She wished it wasn’t that way though. If someone had offered her a date over sitting in a hotel room, nose stuck in a notebook, she would accept before the other’s proposition would finish.

( 📻 ) Fame ⋆˙⟡ Irene Cara

⤷ 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘪 𝘢𝘮 … 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦

A song that gets Toni into character. She sings along as she dresses herself in her newest gear, making faces and creating new poses in the mirror along the way. ‘Timeless’ Toni Storm is what made people pay attention to what she does, and she’ll keep it that way as long as she can. Wrestling is her passion, and it shows through her skill and knowledge ; a gimmick can’t stop that from showing.

( 📻 ) Demolition Lovers ⋆˙⟡ My Chemical Romance

⤷ 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘪 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘵 … 𝘪’𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦

Sitting across from your ex shouldn’t hurt as much as it does. Toni wishes she could reach out and hold him how she used to, but would it just hurt again? It’s hard to put a finger on when the feelings started coming to light again. Maybe it was when the traveling slowed enough to give her free time. It’s been long enough for her to move on, but something in her chest still beats for him.

( 📻 ) Vegas Lights ⋆˙⟡ Panic! At The Disco

⤷ 𝘸𝘦’𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯’𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯

Vegas! It’s Wrestlemania weekend, anything could happen —

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[elysiium]

❛���  ──    @violentdesires . . . 𝒇𝒕.   violet  &  cosimo .

SEX AND THE CITY, 1x06 - “Secret Sex”

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hilbert tag drop !!

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𝒕𝒂𝒈 𝒅𝒖𝒎𝒑 !

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❛ anastasia ❪ ❀ ❫ — 𝒗𝒊𝒔𝒂𝒈𝒆 .

❛ anastasia ❪ ❀ ❫ — 𝒕𝒖𝒏𝒆𝒔 .

❛ anastasia ❪ ❀ ❫ — 𝒂𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒄 .

❛ anastasia ❪ ❀ ❫ — 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 .

❛ anastasia ❪ ❀ ❫ — 𝒑𝒍𝒐𝒕𝒔 .

❛ anastasia ❪ ❀ ❫ — 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒔 .

❛ kimiko ❪ ❀ ❫ — 𝒗𝒊𝒔𝒂𝒈𝒆 .

❛ kimiko ❪ ❀ ❫ — 𝒕𝒖𝒏𝒆𝒔 .

❛ kimiko ❪ ❀ ❫ — 𝒂𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒄 .

❛ kimiko ❪ ❀ ❫ — 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 .

❛ kimiko ❪ ❀ ❫ — 𝒑𝒍𝒐𝒕𝒔 .

❛ kimiko ❪ ❀ ❫ — 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒔 .

❛ cosmin ❪ ❀ ❫ — 𝒗𝒊𝒔𝒂𝒈𝒆 .

❛ cosmin ❪ ❀ ❫ — 𝒕𝒖𝒏𝒆𝒔 .

❛ cosmin ❪ ❀ ❫ — 𝒂𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒄 .

❛ cosmin ❪ ❀ ❫ — 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 .

❛ cosmin ❪ ❀ ❫ — 𝒑𝒍𝒐𝒕𝒔 .

❛ cosmin ❪ ❀ ❫ — 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒔 .

[rosiesdiner]

tag fix

ugh my tags are broken but I'm trying to fix them

byeny s2

you gave me roses & i left them there to die 🌹 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝

who were you before the fall? 🌹 rosie ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃᵖᵒᶜᵃˡʸᵖˢᵉ (blonde!)

sharing all your secrets with each other since you were kids ☕ ᵗᵒᵇⁱᵃˢ & ʳᵒˢⁱᵉ

your lips // my lips // apocalypse 💌 ᵛⁱⁿᶜᵉ & ʳᵒˢⁱᵉ

nothing happened in the way I wanted // every corner of this house is haunted 🥀 𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ⁱⁿ ˢ²

lost my glove // you give me one 🥧 ᶜʰᵃʳˡⁱᵉ & ʳᵒˢⁱᵉ

I'll make you a cup of cpffee for your head 🌹 𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ˢ¹

she's a lady & ladies shouldn't be messed with 🌹 𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ ˢ¹

maybe love's not for me 🥀 ᵛⁱⁿᶜᵉ & ʳᵒˢⁱᵉ ( season 2 )

light pink sky up on the roof // sun sinks down no curfew 🌱 ᵃˢʰ & ʳᵒˢⁱᵉ

wanna hang out? // yeah sounds like fun 🍁 ʳᵒˢⁱᵉ & ᵉᵐᵇᵉʳ

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↪ 𝒕𝒂𝒈 𝒅𝒓𝒐𝒑 : renata "ren" montalván.

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꒰on the other side...𝒐𝒐𝒄꒱

꒰celestial...𝒊𝒄꒱

꒰counting stars...𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔꒱

꒰drawn in...𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒔꒱

꒰waiting for the clouds...𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒖𝒆꒱

꒰now where do i start‚ dear love...𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒂𝒆𝒔꒱

꒰to pass the time...𝒊𝒏𝒃𝒐𝒙 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒔꒱

꒰a hop on the bandwagon...𝒅𝒂𝒔𝒉 𝒈𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔꒱

#꒰revealing truth...𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕꒱

꒰perception...𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄꒱

꒰silliness...𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒌꒱

꒰resonating sounds...𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒄꒱

꒰extending a hand...𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒐꒱

꒰rain or shine...𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇꒱

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TAG DUMP

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TAG DROP.

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𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒏.

Content Warning: My writings are created for adult audiences, minors are not to engage or interact with my content. About the Blogger: Chantal, or Chan for short. 25. she/her pronouns. A few of my favorite joys are r&b, baked goods, black romance novels and film. Disclaimer: I write at my own leisure, but you are welcome to send requests if you like. The assumed audience and reader will always be black. My goal as a writer is to make black women the center of fantasy in a world that works to devalue us. Any disrespect or bigoted traction to this page will be blocked. Quick Links: ⤷ #Chantal Writes - Tag for all of my works. ⤷ #Chantal Reads - What I’ve been reading and recommend to my followers. ⤷ #Chan's Corner - Responses to any asks and all of my ramblings live here. All comments, likes, and reblogs are greatly appreciated. Thank you for stopping by! ©avoidthings

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HANAKO:

❛ hanako ❪ ❀ ❫ — 𝒗𝒊𝒔𝒂𝒈𝒆 .

❛ hanako ❪ ❀ ❫ — 𝒕𝒖𝒏𝒆𝒔 .

❛ hanako ❪ ❀ ❫ — 𝒂𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒄 .

❛ hanako ❪ ❀ ❫ — 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 .

❛ hanako ❪ ❀ ❫ — 𝒑𝒍𝒐𝒕𝒔 .

❛ hanako ❪ ❀ ❫ — 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒔 .

NIKOLAI:

❛ nikolai ❪ ❀ ❫ — 𝒗𝒊𝒔𝒂𝒈𝒆 .

❛ nikolai ❪ ❀ ❫ — 𝒕𝒖𝒏𝒆𝒔 .

❛ nikolai ❪ ❀ ❫ — 𝒂𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒄 .

❛ nikolai ❪ ❀ ❫ — 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 .

❛ nikolai ❪ ❀ ❫ — 𝒑𝒍𝒐𝒕𝒔 .

❛ nikolai ❪ ❀ ❫ — 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒔 .

MARCELO:

❛ marcelo ❪ ❀ ❫ — 𝒗𝒊𝒔𝒂𝒈𝒆 .

❛ marcelo ❪ ❀ ❫ — 𝒕𝒖𝒏𝒆𝒔 .

❛ marcelo ❪ ❀ ❫ — 𝒂𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒄 .

❛ marcelo ❪ ❀ ❫ — 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 .

❛ marcelo ❪ ❀ ❫ — 𝒑𝒍𝒐𝒕𝒔 .

❛ marcelo ❪ ❀ ❫ — 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒔 .

DAESEONG:

❛ daeseong ❪ ❀ ❫ — 𝒗𝒊𝒔𝒂𝒈𝒆 .

❛ daeseong ❪ ❀ ❫ — 𝒕𝒖𝒏𝒆𝒔 .

❛ daeseong ❪ ❀ ❫ — 𝒂𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒄 .

❛ daeseong ❪ ❀ ❫ — 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 .

❛ daeseong ❪ ❀ ❫ — 𝒑𝒍𝒐𝒕𝒔 .

❛ daeseong ❪ ❀ ❫ — 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒔 .

BLYTHE:

❛ blythe ❪ ❀ ❫ — 𝒗𝒊𝒔𝒂𝒈𝒆 .

❛ blythe ❪ ❀ ❫ — 𝒕𝒖𝒏𝒆𝒔 .

❛ blythe ❪ ❀ ❫ — 𝒂𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒄 .

❛ blythe ❪ ❀ ❫ — 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 .

❛ blythe ❪ ❀ ❫ — 𝒑𝒍𝒐𝒕𝒔 .

❛ blythe ❪ ❀ ❫ — 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒔 .

[trickeryandeath]

É uma honra lecionar em Hexwood e JASER ATHANASIOS NAVARRO sabe bem disso! Aos 37 ANOS, é professor de RUNAS, SIGILOS E ENCANTAMENTOS e hospedeiro de VELES. Falam pelos corredores que ele é JUSTO, mas também EXIGENTE. Sua reputação é conhecida além das fronteiras, e dizem que se parece com MANNY JACINTO.

𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 ⸺ 𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒑𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 ⸺ 𝒗𝒊𝒔𝒂𝒈𝒆 ⸺ 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔

SEON: Sinon

SEXUALITY: Pansexual

HEIGHT: 1,85

MBTI: ISTJ

AESTHETIC: Roupas escuras, caveiras e cobras, pergaminhos com runas, mãos sujas de tinta, espinhos, acessórios de ouro, flores bem cuidadas.

PERSONALITY: Conhecido por ser um professor exigente, mas justo, nunca exige mais do que acha que seus alunos são capazes de conseguir fazer. É aberto a conversar e ser amigável com qualquer um que queira se aproximar, mas raramente toma iniciativa em situações sociais. Pouco fala sobre sua família, sempre dispensando perguntas sobre o assunto.

INSPIRATIONS: Coriolanus Snow (The Hunger Games), Tyrion Lannister (A Song of Ice and Fire), David Kostyk (Grishaverse), Loki (Marvel Universe), Aaravos (The Dragon Prince), Otto Hightower (House of the Dragon), Dain Greenbriar (The Folk of the Air), Sozin (Avatar).

BIOGRAPHY

⠀⠀O poderio do Khaganato de Uthdon se estende muito além do que os olhos podem ver. Com uma sede de sangue abrasadora e muitas técnicas de guerra aprimoradas ao longo das décadas, é comum que as crianças sejam treinadas para a guerra desde jovens, não importando seu status social.

⠀⠀Os Athanasios, apesar de não serem uma das família mais notáveis ou ricas do khaganato, sempre ocuparam uma posição de destaque entre as famílias mais antigas do território, mesmo que nem de longe mantenham o mesmo status social que um dia tiveram.

⠀⠀A guerra devastou muitas famílias e, mesmo que uma grande parte tenha conseguido se recuperar e se reerguer em sua antiga glória, os Athanasios receberam um golpe profundo após a morte de seu patriarca, Julius Athanasios, um grande general de guerra que foi condecorado como um herói. A sombra de sua altivez se mantém em um retrato antigo e empoeirado em cima da lareira da casa que um dia fora rica e invejável, mas que agora não se parece com nada além de um mausoléu da riqueza que a família um dia teve.

⠀⠀Criado por uma avó louca, a mãe de seu pai devastada pela perda do filho, e uma prima órfã que precisou ir a extremos para manter as aparências da família para que não percebessem sua ruína, Jaser cresceu com a ambição de se tornar alguém grande o suficiente para reerguer sua família antes que percebam o buraco para onde eles sucumbiram.

⠀⠀Desde jovem, a influência do nome da família e dos atos considerados heroicos do pai contribuíram para que ele fosse enfiando seu nariz nas tramoias do khaganato sem ser repreendido, envolvendo-se em um projeto que visava enviar espiões diversos para Aldanrae e colocando seus dedos em planos de infiltração que ele sequer tinha idade para estar vendo. Foi assim que ele descobriu as origens khajol da mãe, que manteve escondida sua verdadeira identidade por anos até falecer no parto de sua irmã mais nova, que também faleceu pouco depois de nascer. Em partes, sentiu-se enojado por saber que a mãe havia nascido e crescido em Aldanrae, mas seus superiores viram naquilo uma oportunidade impossível de ser jogada fora.

⠀⠀Jaser então foi “devolvido” para a família da mãe, os Navarro, que governavam um vilarejo de porte médio ao norte do país, quase na fronteira. Ele tinha onze anos quando foi inserido como um órfão de nascimento importante, filho de uma mãe há muito desaparecida, e desde então foi criado com todos os mimos que as crianças filhas de nobres podem receber. Foi treinado para nunca falar de seu passado em Uthdon, então para todos os efeitos, cresceu na pobreza com a mãe nas ruas até ela falecer e ele ser encontrado pela família. Os tios que o criaram sabiam sua verdadeira história, mas acreditavam que o menino havia sido sequestrado pelo império inimigo e agradeceram por tê-lo recuperado antes que algo ruim lhe acontecesse, nem de longe desconfiando que o garoto era um espião implantado pelo inimigo.

⠀⠀Dessa forma, Jaser cresceu cercado de regalias. Sua inteligência e talento para memorizar tudo o que lhe era ensinado fizeram com que se tornasse um dos melhores de sua classe, especialmente ao conquistar sua vaga em Hexwood. Hospedeiro do deus Veles, a face eslávica da morte e da trapaça, ele não poderia ter sido escolhido por um deus mais apropriado.

⠀⠀Afinal, é isso que Jaser é: um traidor e um trapaceiro. Mesmo depois de tantos anos vivendo dentre os khajol, nada em sua natureza se alterou. Na verdade, quanto mais tempo passa vendo de perto a corrupção e a injustiça cometidas pelos khajol, mais ele acredita nos ideais nos quais nasceu em Uthdon, e mais convencido ele se torna de que a rebelião é o único caminho.

[maggiesrealm]

cc x oc, fandoms!!

𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆! 𝒔𝒐 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒊'𝒎 𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒐𝒇 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒎 𝒃𝒂𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒌 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉.

𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐢'𝐦 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐜 𝐱 𝐜𝐜 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐮𝐩 ( 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 ), 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐢 𝐝𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞, 𝐬𝐞𝐦𝐢-𝐥𝐢𝐭. 𝐢 𝐚𝐦 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢 𝐝𝐨. 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐛𝐞 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐛𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤.

𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐰, 𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐢'𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝.

𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒚

𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒐𝒍𝒇

𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒔

𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔

𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒔

𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒈𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔

𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒂𝒍

𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧-𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐡 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐞. 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐩 𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭!

[nevertruths]

𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔   |   𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒚   |   𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔

BASICS

Full   Name gena pyke.

Known   Alias(es) bastard , the archer.

Age 17+.

Gender female , she / her.

Birthday 10th day of the 2nd moon , 281 AC.

Heritage ironborn , lyseni.

Religion the drowned god.

Sexual   &   Romantic   Orientation pansexual , panromantic.

Status alive.

Residencies pyke. blacktyde (formerly).

Occupation(s) archer / reaver on the nightflyer , captained by bridgette blacktyde.

PHYSICAL   EXAM

Faceclaim thea sofia loch næss.

Distinguishable   Marks 2 arrow wounds in her right shoulder.

MENTAL   EVALUATION

Mental   Illnesses  undiagnosed ptsd.

Positive   Traits fearless , cheerful.

Negative   Traits reckless , spiteful.

Alignment   Type under development.

Personality   Type   (MBTI) under development.

Phobias under development.

Mannerisms often found in a library.

Hobbies   &   Interests under development.

STRATEGIC   ANALYSIS

Combat   Style gena has impeccable aim with a bow , able to hit targets from great distance in rough sea conditions.

Pain   Tolerance higher than average , but still human.

AFFILIATIONS   &   RELATIONSHIPS

Family myra of lys , mother. balon greyjoy , father. gysella pyke , sister. rodrik greyjoy , half - brother. maron greyjoy , half - brother. asha greyjoy , half - sister. theon greyjoy , half - brother. urron pyke , half - brother.

Allies   &   Associates the crew of the nightflyer.

Rivalries verse dependent.

Enemies verse dependent.

Romantic   History verse dependent.

Notable   Friends verse dependent.

SPECIAL   NOTES   &   CHARACTER   LORE

The  Drowned  God  gives  and  he  takes  in  equal  amount  —  and  in  281  AC ,  in  welcoming  the  babe  to  be  known  as  Gena  Pyke  into  the  world ,  he  took  from  her  the  mother  that  gave  her  life. Myria  of  Lys  had  lived  a  harsh  life ,  far  from  home  as  a  thrall  to  the  Lord  of  the  Iron  Islands ,  bearing  him  three  girls  over  7  years ,  2  of  which  survived  past  infancy.  But  she  was  a  soft  woman  and  a  caring  mother  to  her  eldest  daughter  Gysella;  not  that  Gena  knew  any  of  this  kindness ,  and  nor  did  she  know  her  sister  particularly  well  —  who  had  been  taken  to  the  castle  to  train  as  a  seamstress.   After  her  birth ,  she  was  raised  alongside  her  half-brother  Urron  by  his  Tyroshi  mother  until  she  too  died  in  childbirth  in  284  AC.  A  few  moons passed  whilst  the  question  of  what  exactly  was  to  be  done  about  the  bastards ,  until  it  was  agreed  that  the  young  girl  would  be  sent  to  Blacktyde ,  where  Lord  Baelor  had  a  daughter  just  one  year  older  than  Gena.   Life  on  Blacktyde  was  neither  more  pleasant  nor  any  worse  than  what  the  girl’s  life  would  have  been  like  had  she  stayed  on  Pyke.  As  a  bastard ,  there  was  little  care  given  to  her  education ,  so  Gena  was  left  in  the  care  of  the  other  kids  that  inhabited  the  island.  By  her  10th  nameday ,  Gena  had  begun  to  force  her  way  into  the  training  sessions  that  the  boys  were  put  through  —  against  the  backdrop  of  jeering  boys  branding  her  worth  less  than  a  salt  wife ,  the  feisty  blonde  refused  to  be  scared  off  from  training  to  become  a  warrior  in  her  own  right.   Small  and  with  quick  reflexes ,  Gena  was  an  agile  young  girl,  yet  her  size  held  her  back  in  wielding  with  ease  the  large  axes  favoured  by  her  people.   Then  one  day ,  she  was  handed  her  first  bow ,  made  specifically  for  her  smaller  stature ,  and  Gena  was  in  love.   From  the  age  of  15 ,  Gena  spent  as  much  time  as  she  could  out  at  sea,  standing  as  a  loyal  shadow  behind  Lord  Blacktyde ,  or  flirting  with  other  captains  for  passage  whenever  Baelor  remained  at  home.  During  a  petty  reave  in  the  Westerlands ,  Gena  was  injured  by  two  arrows  in  her  dominant  arm;  stumbling  and  bleeding ,  she  managed  to  get  closer  to  the  enemy  archer  before  flinging  a  knife  that  she  kept  on  her  belt  at  his  throat ,  spitting  down  on  the  dying  man  before  returning  to  the  ship  before  she  collapsed.  The  wounds  were  treated  and  healed  as  well  as  they  could  be  for  her  to  continue  as  an  archer.  

[mylovingkiss]

. ݁ ˖ ⌗ 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞 . . .ᐟ ´-

♯ . 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 : 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐌𝐚𝐲 𝐂𝐫𝐲 𝐈𝐈𝐈 𖤝

# 𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔 : 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘧-𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯

𝜗𝜚 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 : hi! first post yay. i haven’t written anything in like years so hopefully this isn’t terrible.

【 ��𝐅𝐖. ⊹₊⋆ ✉️ ྀི 】

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ he flirts like it’s game.

early on, it’s all one-liners and teasing grins. it’s part of dante—says it’s just his charm. but the second you turn his words back on him? that same smile falters. he pretends to shrug it off. but they’ll be in his mind for hours.

⤷ gets annoyingly competitive over everything.

“you blinked first.” “i killed more demons.” “okay? but i like you more.” he’s doing anything and everything but actually focusing on the mission.

⤷ tends to do your voice when he’s upset.

“‘dante, don’t touch that, it’ll break,’” he mimics, then pushes it anyway. if something does happen, he admits fault but might blame you for half of it.

⤷ tries to teach you how to use ebony & ivory.

but gets distracted half-way only to show off. “like this—watch—cool, right?” leading to him firing a few rounds into the air and missing the point entirely.

⤷ also tries to look (even more) cool mid-fight just because you’re watching.

does an unnecessary backflip off a wall. pulls out a vogue of different combos. slices a demon in half. was there a purpose in the end? well, no. but he did say people like this kind of stuff.

⤷ absolutely bullshits instructions when you ask for help.

“put the glowy thing there.”

“that one?”

“no, the other glowy one.”

you’ll likely end up stuck here longer then necessary anyway.

⤷ loves making bets you can’t win.

“if i beat him first, you owe me 20.”

“and if i win?”

“what? no. i still get 20.”

⤷ hides behind furniture to jump-scare you.

most of the time it backfires since he doesn’t plan ahead. he either ends up getting hurt or cussed out. but he swears it was worth it.

⤷ quiets down after every patch-up.

he stares at your hands like they worked miracles he’s not used to—i mean, he always shrugs off wounds. they heal up fast so why waste your time on them?

he thinks the little bandaids on his already-healed skin are useless, but that doesn’t really stop the warm feeling from creeping in his heart.

⤷ pretends not to care what music you like.

“what the hell even is this?” he says while nodding along. and the next hour, you’ll catch him humming the perfect tune under his breath.

⤷ always wants to show you something.

a shortcut. a secret door. a demon skull that looks kinda funky. “come, look at this,” he says like a kid dragging you across his playground.

⤷ gets distracted watching you talk.

dante misses half the story, but nods along like he’s listening. if you catch it and scold him about it. he just rolls his eyes and reciprocates you to continue. “it doesn’t even matter, i stopped listening when you opened your mouth—but go on.”

⤷ acts unimpressed by compliments but gets weirdly clingy after.

“you’re seriously calling me handsome? tell me something i don’t know.” he says. but five minutes later, he’s glued beside you—hoping you’d let him hear another one.

⤷ gifts you… ‘things’ like it’s romantic.

“found these bone shards. they’re shiny. thought you’d like it.” he says, holding it out like a bouquet. and smiles when you actually take it.

⤷ …sometimes he isn’t sure how to deal with certain things.

so he pretends it doesn’t affect him.

you catch him looking at the amulet daily or so. and he pockets it fast like it burned him. he cleans his blades. lubricates his guns. and doesn’t necessarily tell you what happened with vergil that last day.

but if you get lucky, you’ll hear him mention his brother every now and then. subtle things like, “man, vergil would’ve liked this.” without bringing much attention to it.

⤷ he does a lot to fill the silence.

mostly nonsense, and white noise. humming random tunes, rambling about a fight that happened weeks ago. to him it’s less about what he’s saying, and more about what he’s trying not to think.

⤷ lets you win arguments just to hear you talk—again.

you think you’ve outsmarted him. following your sentence up with words laced with a sweet victory.

he thinks it’s cute, everybody wins. hooray.

⤷ shows you how to use the jukebox.

“you gotta finesse it,” he claims, smacking the side way harder than necessary. and somehow the music starts? “see? works every time.”

⤷ swears sharing his favorite meals with you is the apogee of romance.

you say you’re not craving a strawberry sundae. he buys you one anyway. fries? the whole combo? with what money? just take it. and watches you eat it like it’s the most important part of his day.

⤷ starts carrying twice the amount of things—one for him, one for you.

you never asked him for it. one day he just tossed you a spare ammo clip, bandages, and a pocketed drink. “don’t say i never give you anything.”

⤷ asks for a bite of your food then nearly eats the entire thing. every time.

“that wasn’t just a bite,” you retort. “oh, so a guy can’t be hungry anymore.” he mumbles.

⤷ he starts saying ‘we’ more.

“we should stop by the shop.” “we could grab dinner after.” “we’ll figure it out.” you don’t even notice it until it finally clicks. “we should open the place soon, no?”

the sweetest part, is that he doesn’t realize he does that.

⤷ tries to cook you breakfast some days.

there’s a chance you wake up with him setting off the smoke alarms. but others, you arrive to the kitchen with a pretty appetizing plate—which makes you question how much hours and how many utensils had to be sacrificed for it.

⤷ names the shop’s mouse after you.

you ask why. and he simply responds with, “little fella’s loud. stubborn. somewhat cute. and won’t leave me alone.” he grins. “remind you of anyone?”

⤷ draws you two on the shop’s walls with permanent marker.

it’s so unbelievably childish.

just two fugly stick figures holding hands. one’s significantly taller and more detailed just to feed his ego. but he does it because he knows it’ll shy a laugh out of you. and if you tell him to stop? dante simply hands you a marker. “i own this place. you want in or not?”

⤷ gets genuinely offended if you don’t laugh at his jokes.

“wow. tough crowd. see, if i was really loved, you would’ve laughed.“

⤷ keeps fixing things in the shop and blaming you for them being broken.

“why was the fridge making that sound?” “it was fine until you leaned on it. weird.”

⤷ doesn’t let you give out compliments just because.

kind words to someone else? he’ll just slide between you two. no biggie. “wow, i look great today too, by the way.”

⤷ sometimes, late at night, he starts to say something and stops halfway.

you know it’s just his struggles holding him back from comfort. but you like nudge his leg with yours. and in a way, it kind of encourages him to continue. to let out some of the softest words that have ever graced his lips.

⤷ never calls it ‘dating.’

just says, “you and me? we’re a thing. a moment. kind of a situation—but not together.” because he doesn’t want to curse it.

losing you? he might as well let hell break loose. even though he’s too scared to admit it. you know why he does it. and your patience means the universe to him.

⤷ he still doesn’t say ‘i love you’ at all. but when he insinuates it? it melts you.

every time you leave the shop, he walks you to the door, kisses your temple, and says some sappy a remark between, “i don’t know what i’d do without you, so try to come back.”

⤷ just know when a special day for you two comes. he’ll pretend to forget.

birthdays, anniversaries, holidays. it’s a weird guilty pleasure of his.

seeing you so sad but trying to play it off like you aren’t really bothered by him forgetting.

you’ll take him out to his favorite place, buy him deserts, and sugary drinks. slay demons together (it’s the peak of romance), but he still wouldn’t get the clue. or that’s what he wants you to believe.

just know though, that later in the day, half-way through your nap, you will be surrounded by all of your favorite things. a bag of take-out. little gifts and tokens of his gratitude. and a roaming rain of praises and kisses the minute he sees your eyes flutter wake from the slumber.

“hey, sweet thing. don’t tell me you thought i forgot—what? okay, ouch.“

“no, no. see—all of this, it’s for you. money out of my pocket by the way. don’t worry, take the rest of today off. i’ll take care of the calls—just, no. i’ll find a way to pay the bills later.”

it’s so cheesy, he probably saw it on one of those romance movies you forced him to watch. but he really tries to be a good boyfriend. you’re the first he’s ever really trusted. might as well struggle with his firsts everything with the one person that hasn’t scarred him with any judgement.

⤷ one thing about dante though, is that he would never make a promise he can’t keep.

he meant it. the day he told you no matter how much destiny would try to shake him off you. he wouldn’t leave. regardless of how messy the job, how far the trip, how long the silence. he shows up. every time. coming back to hold you in his arms like you might be the most precious thing of his life.

【 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖. ⊹₊⋆ ✉️ ྀི 】

° his touch starts loose.

dante likes to think he knows what he’s doing. he lives in the blur between pretending and becoming.

his fingers trace the inside of your thighs, caressing your skin so tenderly, all while he’s talking about something else entirely.

it’s not to tease you, or pretend this doesn’t affect him. it does.

but because he can’t control a single muscle in his body when it comes to you, he needs to keep a distraction for him to be able to be the one giving and not receiving.

° everything flusters dante the second it’s about him.

call him yours, praise him, tell him how good he makes you feel.

kiss his neck, straddle his waist, lock his fingers between yours. and he’ll twitch like you lit a fuse. it’s a bit embarrassing for him to see himself act like this. chest rising with each breath and hips stuttering with any endearment. but he’s too stubborn to tell you he liked it.

° he rushes the first time.

dante is trying to learn. he won’t admit he’s inexperienced. his pride wouldn’t take that hit.

but it’s obvious. give him one kiss and he’s already pulling on the string of your panties.

he’s careless, greedy, and so clumsy. yet never forces anything.

if he feels you pull away he might tease, but he would give you all the space to breathe and clear your mind. you’re important—this moment too. and he wouldn’t dare mess it up.

° tries to hold back noise.

his jaw tightens. lips parted like he’s about to pry—but it never comes. he’s stubborn like that. he won’t moan unless you pull it out of him. won’t even breathe heavy unless your hips grind up first.

but when it slips out? it’s ragged. and he’s ashamed he even felt that much.

° favorites when you’re on top.

seated pretty in his lap, panty lace pushed aside, his length haloed by a thin layer of release.

he’ll pretend he’s handing you control. says things like, “y’can set the pace this time.”

but the way his hands cup your waist, or how he presses into your skin like he’s anchoring himself to you… it gives him away. he loves having you handle him.

° says things without meaning to.

it’s not planned. sometimes awkward. definitely not suave for a smooth-talker. it slips when his hips stutter inside.

things like—“fuck, you feel good,” or worse—“yeah, keep going.”

he never remembers saying it. gods—he swears you’re making things up. but he takes note of it and will use it as advantage.

° foreplay!

dante is a bitch. he never just slips in. what’s the fun in that? he ruts. let’s his head wet with your slick. drags down along your nerves. pressing closer to taunt your entrance.

he’s mean when he knows he has the upper hand. and he gets cocky.

cocky until it’s warm, and sweet, and right there. then it’s just instinct.

° he thinks about it often.

he feels embarrassed, so ashamed actually. seeing you do casual acts that near innocence, but not being able to clear his own mind from the sins that lure it.

a cloudy gaze after a kiss, licking whipped cream off of your lips, or crouching down to pick something up.

yeah, you have to be doing it on purpose.

° might have a thing for dry humping.

not as prepping. as a thing.

he’s lazy. if he’s feeling moody though, it’s what he settles with. and it eventually just became a preference.

his hips rolling into yours while both of you are still fully veiled, strawberry kisses and praises.

the way you grind back and catch his gasps between your lips, one hand kneading your thigh like he’s going to come just from the friction alone. he lives for it.

° get’s so turned on when you cover his mouth.

you don’t even get to scold him. just gently pressuring your palm over his lips when he’s getting too loud.

he kisses your hand while it’s there—just quick, ludicrous kisses. he knows you get shy, you love shutting him up, and that only makes him crave it more.

⤷ “i love you.”

he won’t say it. not out loud.

but the way he looks at you while he’s still inside. every bit of hectic lust fading away. threading his fingers through the soft curves of your body he already knows by memory.

it shows everything he refuses to voice.

he’ll brush your hair back, lean down to kiss your forehead before resting it against his own. dante has never felt this close to someone before. he tends to lose them before he can.

but there is not a corner in earth he wouldn’t exorcize from hell’s grasp just to keep you safe.

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