deadluv

[deadluv]

congrats on the win! how did you celebrate?

There is nothing better than waking up next to some shiny gold 🥰

[deadluv]

that sucks or is good, idk what i should say to this mixed message.

what a way to find out that the person who got you fired at your last job works here. totally over the moon about it. maybe i might keep my eyes on them. 💖

[deadluv]

you're sooo pretty, they'll be proud of us. 🖤

also . . @deadluv @bunnyofhell @dhausen @toxicford . . i want absolutely no business in your, uhm, dealings. i’m just out here tryna’ do my thing. but, yeah, good luck? with it all? i’ll . . keep my distance.

[deadluv]

i told you i was crazy why are u mad

[deadluv]

our sacrifice speaks?

also . . @deadluv @bunnyofhell @dhausen @toxicford . . i want absolutely no business in your, uhm, dealings. i’m just out here tryna’ do my thing. but, yeah, good luck? with it all? i’ll . . keep my distance.

[deadluv]

good luck? maybe? 🤔

tonight will be where i make history and become the first ascendant champion. if you lose, too bad. i'm going to win and have gold around my waist.

[deadluv]

Megan Fox, ‘08

[deadluv]

tessa simone belrose ˚₊‧⁺⋆ born and raised in new orleans — in a city where the dead are never really gone, and love stories always come with curses. she grew up in a shotgun house that smelled like jasmine and rainwater, raised by women who believed in saints, spirits, and soft vengeance. her grandmother read fortunes in the kitchen while her mother lit candles for people who didn’t know they needed them.

tessa was quiet, strange, too soft for most people. always writing letters she never sent. always dreaming of something more dramatic than real life. ballet classes turned into bruises. poetry turned into promos. grief turned into gasoline.

she didn’t choose wrestling — it haunted her. it became the only place where her stillness made people scream. where she could be soft and unhinged at the same time. that’s how deadluv was born. deadluv isn’t a gimmick; she’s a feeling tessa never got rid of. she’s heartbreak with a heartbeat. she’s every girl who waited for someone that never came.

off camera, tessa’s not a ghost. she’s a girl who’s been through too much and learned how to carry it with grace. she still writes letters, still sleeps with the window cracked to hear the rain. she drinks black coffee with sugar and stares too long at people she loves.

𝑰𝑵𝑺𝑷𝑰𝑹𝑬𝑫 𝑩𝒀 a cracked phone screen, the smell of coffee gone cold, a dress too expensive to wear, soft bruises hidden beneath the surface, fingers tracing forgotten words, silence in rooms filled with noise, the weight of eyes on her without meaning to, heels clicking against empty streets, dreams that never fit, things that should be said but aren’t, waiting for something that’s already gone.

♡ she’s pansexual & currently living in chicago, il. she is 32 years old, being born october 12, 1992. obviously she has no kids or any previous marriages!!

𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐋𝐔𝐕 nobody talks about what happened to her. the night her heart stopped. the silence. the flowers that wilted before they even reached her grave. she was gone… until she wasn’t.

brought back from the dead by her sisters — the bunny and the doll — she was never meant to return, but here she is. she was reclaimed. deadluv, the wraith, is a twisted soul now bound to the shadows, the chaos, and the dark magic of their resurrection. a wild spirit with no boundaries, she’s the very embodiment of everything that is broken, eerie, and alive in the world of the damned.

she’s not alive, not really. she floats like a dream and hits like a nightmare. the lace on her gloves still smells like roses and smoke. her lips are red like blood and secrets.

deadluv doesn’t speak to you. she speaks through you. her words are twisted, full of strange riddles and whispers as though she’s hearing voices only she understands. sometimes, she looks to the side, as if someone is standing there, and she just knows what they’re thinking. other times, she murmurs to herself, her voice barely audible, before she laughs, soft and sinister, as though a joke only she gets.

"do you hear it? they’re all talking. they never shut up, you know? i can hear them… so close now." "they’re watching me again… do you hear them? they never stop."

her promos are madness personified. deadluv doesn’t follow any script — she follows the voices in her head. one moment, she’ll talk about them, as if they’re watching from the shadows. the next, she’ll speak to the empty space beside her, as if someone just whispered a secret only she knows.

her role in THE DÄMNED? while the bunny, the doll and the collector may pull the strings, the wraith is the one who ensures the fear is real. she’s the shadow that follows, the chill that never goes away, and the madness that you can never escape. she doesn’t just play with her victims. she breaks them.