#⋆ ⚓︎ ⋆ ── 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐘 ┊ 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑖'𝑣𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑠𝑦.

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and my oh my what a someday that'll be.

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in case anyone was wondering what my siren girl sounds like — this is the closest i've found to a voiceclaim for her song. it's not 100% perfect but it's close. ♡

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your famous last words.

stolen from : @hstoryhuh steal it & tag me! ♡

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𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

repost. don't reblog. bold what applies. italicize what sometimes applies.

scraped knees,  silent tears in a locked room,  slamming doors,  pervasive loneliness,  a dog barking,  rain on a metal roof,  flinching at movement,  the creak of an old house,  forced laughter,  wandering in the dark woods,  wondering how you made it through,  sudden loss, trying to make sense of the noise, hiding what you love to protect it,  trying to explain but your words falter,  invaded privacy,  confusion at the pain,  running barefoot in the grass,  wondering what you did wrong and coming up with nothing,  realizing you aren’t a priority,   grass stains on white clothing,  trying to earn love you will never have,  being threatened over the smallest mistake,  secrets you are warned not to share,  the feeling of never being good enough,  the hope things might someday get better,  grief that aches in your bones,  childish dares and pranks,  the sense that your body isn’t yours,  shame and guilt that aren’t yours to carry,  sledding down a frozen hill,  absentmindedly following snakes through the grass,  punching a tree until your knuckles bleed,  tears over every dead creature you find,  searching out small places you can hide… just in case,  climbing the tallest tree so they can’t touch you,  the feeling of something tainted under your skin,  a curious child told to stop asking,  floral dresses,  body tensing at approaching footsteps,  anger with nowhere to go, brief escapes from the chaos,  the purr of a contented cat,  taking the blame to keep the peace,  being told you’re too sensitive,  the creaking springs of a trampoline on a sunny day

scraped knees,  silent tears in a locked room,  slamming doors,  pervasive loneliness,  a dog barking,  rain on a metal roof,  flinching at movement,  the creak of an old house,  forced laughter,  wandering in the dark woods,  wondering how you made it through,  sudden loss, trying to make sense of the noise, hiding what you love to protect it,  trying to explain but your words falter,  invaded privacy,  confusion at the pain,  running barefoot in the grass,  wondering what you did wrong and coming up with nothing,  realizing you aren’t a priority,   grass stains on white clothing,  trying to earn love you will never have,  being threatened over the smallest mistake,  secrets you are warned not to share,  the feeling of never being good enough,  the hope things might someday get better,  grief that aches in your bones,  childish dares and pranks,  the sense that your body isn’t yours,  shame and guilt that aren’t yours to carry,  sledding down a frozen hill,  absentmindedly following snakes through the grass,  punching a tree until your knuckles bleed,  tears over every dead creature you find,  searching out small places you can hide… just in case,  climbing the tallest tree so they can’t touch you,  the feeling of something tainted under your skin,  a curious child told to stop asking,  floral dresses,  body tensing at approaching footsteps,  anger with nowhere to go, brief escapes from the chaos,  the purr of a contented cat,  taking the blame to keep the peace,  being told you’re too sensitive,  the creaking springs of a trampoline on a sunny day

scraped knees,  silent tears in a locked room,  slamming doors,  pervasive loneliness,  a dog barking,  rain on a metal roof,  flinching at movement,  the creak of an old house,  forced laughter,  wandering in the dark woods,  wondering how you made it through,  sudden loss, trying to make sense of the noise, hiding what you love to protect it,  trying to explain but your words falter,  invaded privacy,  confusion at the pain,  running barefoot in the grass,  wondering what you did wrong and coming up with nothing,  realizing you aren’t a priority,   grass stains on white clothing,  trying to earn love you will never have,  being threatened over the smallest mistake,  secrets you are warned not to share,  the feeling of never being good enough,  the hope things might someday get better,  grief that aches in your bones,  childish dares and pranks,  the sense that your body isn’t yours,  shame and guilt that aren’t yours to carry,  sledding down a frozen hill,  absentmindedly following snakes through the grass,  punching a tree until your knuckles bleed,  tears over every dead creature you find,  searching out small places you can hide… just in case,  climbing the tallest tree so they can’t touch you,  the feeling of something tainted under your skin,  a curious child told to stop asking,  floral dresses,  body tensing at approaching footsteps,  anger with nowhere to go, brief escapes from the chaos,  the purr of a contented cat,  taking the blame to keep the peace,  being told you’re too sensitive,  the creaking springs of a trampoline on a sunny day

scraped knees,  silent tears in a locked room,  slamming doors,  pervasive loneliness,  a dog barking,  rain on a metal roof,  flinching at movement,  the creak of an old house,  forced laughter,  wandering in the dark woods,  wondering how you made it through,  sudden loss, trying to make sense of the noise, hiding what you love to protect it,  trying to explain but your words falter,  invaded privacy,  confusion at the pain,  running barefoot in the grass,  wondering what you did wrong and coming up with nothing,  realizing you aren’t a priority,   grass stains on white clothing,  trying to earn love you will never have,  being threatened over the smallest mistake,  secrets you are warned not to share,  the feeling of never being good enough,  the hope things might someday get better,  grief that aches in your bones,  childish dares and pranks,  the sense that your body isn’t yours,  shame and guilt that aren’t yours to carry,  sledding down a frozen hill,  absentmindedly following snakes through the grass,  punching a tree until your knuckles bleed,  tears over every dead creature you find,  searching out small places you can hide… just in case,  climbing the tallest tree so they can’t touch you,  the feeling of something tainted under your skin,  a curious child told to stop asking,  floral dresses,  body tensing at approaching footsteps,  anger with nowhere to go, brief escapes from the chaos,  the purr of a contented cat,  taking the blame to keep the peace,  being told you’re too sensitive,  the creaking springs of a trampoline on a sunny day

scraped knees,  silent tears in a locked room,  slamming doors,  pervasive loneliness,  a dog barking,  rain on a metal roof,  flinching at movement,  the creak of an old house,  forced laughter,  wandering in the dark woods,  wondering how you made it through,  sudden loss, trying to make sense of the noise, hiding what you love to protect it,  trying to explain but your words falter,  invaded privacy,  confusion at the pain,  running barefoot in the grass,  wondering what you did wrong and coming up with nothing,  realizing you aren’t a priority,   grass stains on white clothing,  trying to earn love you will never have,  being threatened over the smallest mistake,  secrets you are warned not to share,  the feeling of never being good enough,  the hope things might someday get better,  grief that aches in your bones,  childish dares and pranks,  the sense that your body isn’t yours,  shame and guilt that aren’t yours to carry,  sledding down a frozen hill,  absentmindedly following snakes through the grass,  punching a tree until your knuckles bleed,  tears over every dead creature you find,  searching out small places you can hide… just in case,  climbing the tallest tree so they can’t touch you,  the feeling of something tainted under your skin,  a curious child told to stop asking,  floral dresses,  body tensing at approaching footsteps,  anger with nowhere to go, brief escapes from the chaos,  the purr of a contented cat,  taking the blame to keep the peace,  being told you’re too sensitive,  the creaking springs of a trampoline on a sunny day

tagged by: @luckhissoul (thank you! ♡) tagging: anyone who hasn't done it! (tag me so i can see?)

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 ⋆ ✰ ⋆ ───    🖤 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 — 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐜 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞? 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝/𝐨𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭? / 𝐰𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐲!

                                ⋆ ✰ ⋆ ─── 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. ( @dutyworn )

       𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐒 𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐄𝐑 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄-𝐃𝐄𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓! As far as murder-vibes go, Westley’s not very trigger-happy. He’s more of a chaotic, charming little shit who can grab at a wallet or schmooze someone out of information. He’s also quick! (This being, of course, for his crime verse). 

      Crime!Westley hasn’t killed anyone in his base verse — though there are circumstances that he would kill — mostly if he felt backed into a corner and his own life was at stake. There have been a few instances in my big verses with Nonny that Westley’s been on the murdering side of a murder — the primary two were to protect James (though arguably, one could say that he killed those two people for hurting James to begin with). He wouldn’t think twice if one of his loved one’s lives were on the line — and I do think he tends to have the proper training for it. There are also verses where Westley’s been hijacked to Italy with one of his loved ones and put into Mariano’s world and forced to kill to keep them safe. He loses a lot of his soul in those verses.

     As for seafarer!Westley, it’s a different story. One of his plot points is a mutiny where his crew tries to kill him. He comes into his power and magic (angry sea god that he is though he doesn’t know it) and obliterates every single person on that ship. It’s a very, very dark arc for him. I think after that, most of the time, there’s not really any going back (except for when love saves the day because I’m a sap). Of the two main verses for him, seafarer Westley is far more prone to murder.

     As for broken hearts and broken trust — he tries to not let people close to begin with. But I’m sure there have been some broken hearts along the way.

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 ⋆ ✰ ⋆ ───    🎮 𝐕𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐎 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑 — 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐜'𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐛𝐛𝐢𝐞𝐬? / 𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐬!

                                ⋆ ✰ ⋆ ─── 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. ( @dutyworn )

⋆ ✰ ⋆ ───  Playing violin and writing music.

 ⋆ ✰ ⋆ ───  Reading. He has so, so many books.

 ⋆ ✰ ⋆ ─── Dancing, and acting. (Yes that’s four, technically five, shh.)

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I...holy hell, I finally found a voiceclaim for Westley??? I've been looking for years now! Now I just need a steady faceclaim *sigh*.

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 ⋆ ✰ ⋆ ───    𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬, 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞? 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞? / 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧

                          ⋆ ✰ ⋆ ─── 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞. ( @dutyworn )

       𝐒𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍, 𝐅𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 — “It depends on where you find me. In a lot of places, I have an affinity for the smell of flowers, honey, of chai tea, cinnamon and rain. When I’ve been home to Scotland, I love the smell of a storm on the horizon, of the heather and the moors and the wildflowers. I like the smell of my vanilla chapstick.” She closes her eyes and can practically hear thunder on the horizon, that reminds her of the low rumble of a comforting voice. “I like the sound of people’s voices when I love them. I could listen to them talk or sing forever. One of my first memories is of my mam singing to me. I love the sound of the waves crashing against the shore, and the sound of rain pounding the house. I love animal sounds and the feel of their fur under my hand. I love the way skin feels when it’s warm against yours. I love all of the comforts of closeness, both within myself and the ones I love.”

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 ⋆ ✰ ⋆ ───    𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐛𝐛𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞? / 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧

                          ⋆ ✰ ⋆ ─── 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞. ( @dutyworn )

       𝐎𝐇. 𝐍𝐎 𝐎𝐍𝐄'𝐒 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄. She pauses for a moment, not sure how to answer that. So many aspects of herself that she’s learning over time, getting to understand for the first time. “Oh...” she fumbles, fidgeting with her manicured nails and biting down on her lower lip. It's rare someone catches her off-guard like this. “I really love animals,” she confesses. “And singing. I paint, but I’m not very good at it. I like telling stories — do you? Believe in magic, I mean? In stories? I think there’s always some kind of truth behind a story — and I’ve seen too much not to believe in impossible things.”

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 ⋆ ✰ ⋆ ───    🖤 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 — 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐜 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞? 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝/𝐨𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭? / 𝐰𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐲!

                                ⋆ ✰ ⋆ ─── 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. ( @florietiae )

𝐃𝐎𝐆 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 — 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐜 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐬?

⋆ ✰ ⋆ ─── Francis doesn’t have any pets as a baseline — but there are verses that I’ve given him two ferrets (Benedick and Beatrice) or a dog, Benvolio. Do we notice a theme? ⋆ ✰ ⋆ ───  Westley also doesn’t have pets as a baseline, but he LOVES animals, and he’s exceptionally good with them, especially in his rare and elusive Scotland verses. He is the epitome of ‘gets along with animals better than people’. ⋆ ✰ ⋆ ───  Marin is much the same as Westley. She doesn’t have any pets in her base verse — but, since the two share a mam, if you catch her in Scotland she’s on a farm / vet clinic and adores the animals with all of her heart. Probably her most special boy (other than Muriel, in case he sees this LOL) is her Irish Wolfhound, Faolan. ⋆ ✰ ⋆ ─── Luci also doesn’t have any pets as a baseline — but I think she’d be into keeping birds or a cat. ⋆ ✰ ⋆ ─── Mariano never had the chance to have a pet, so nothing in baseline — he’d be worried about the animal’s well-being in his current environment. But in some of my Nonny-verses he’s ended up with cats and a lion thanks to Romana and Muriel. There’s also been talk of pets with Rosie.

𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 — 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐜 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞? 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐧?

⋆ ✰ ⋆ ─── Francis loves literally any music. He is a virtuoso, a master composer and musician with a lot of talent. I think that he approaches music as an understanding of the artist, and looks for the story they are trying to tell with their piece. He also believes classical pieces are not meant to be played the same and that composers put their soul into their rendition, so others can add to it with their own. ⋆ ✰ ⋆ ─── Westley is a punk-rock kinda guy. I don’t think music is THE most important thing in his life — but he’s a good singer, he can play tin whistle and flutes and the like, and in his verses with Muriel, he loves listening to him play guitar. Also, in Scotland, he and the family regularly play music ‘round the fire. Also 11/10 will whistle on a ship, bad luck be damned. ⋆ ✰ ⋆ ─── I answered Marin’s earlier! But, like Westley, she loves listening to her loved ones sing or play and SHE loves to sing. She likes punk rock and folk music among all the other kinds. ⋆ ✰ ⋆ ─── Luci, as ever, is a bit scary. I think that she likes music that puts a spin on the classics, most especially electronic style, or dub-step. I think I headcanoned to Nonny some time back that Luci was super into electronica and techno and the like. She also has an affinity for Habanera from Carmen. ⋆ ✰ ⋆ ─── Mariano likes Italian oldies / classics — stuff that his Nonna listened to, or stuff that can be danced to. Much like my others, he has a soft spot for his loved ones’ love of music (like Romana with her guitar/singing/dancing or Muriel with his guitar).

𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐍 — 𝐢𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐜 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐫? 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐬?

⋆ ✰ ⋆ ─── Francis is a light sleeper and an insufferable morning person to boot. He can just pop out of bed like a flower and be completely content to go about his morning. ⋆ ✰ ⋆ ─── Westley is a heavy sleeper and a grump. 11/10 octopus cuddles his partner to make them stay in bed in the morning — he never wants to get up or out of bed, but can be convinced *ahem*. ⋆ ✰ ⋆ ─── Marin is kind of in the middle and verse dependent. She can get up fairly quickly, but isn’t a perfect ray of sunshine about it. She likes cuddles in the morning :) — in a lot of her verses she has PTSD so she doesn’t sleep very well. I don’t think she wakes up at the drop of a pin though. ⋆ ✰ ⋆ ─── Luci is a fairly light sleeper. She won’t wake up to the sun coming up or anything — but a bit of noise will do her in. ⋆ ✰ ⋆ ─── Mariano doesn’t sleep much, and he’s a very light sleeper — comes with the job. I think that if he’s sleeping with someone and they roll about and wake him on accident (like Nonny’s Romana) — that he’s the type who would sit up slightly, make sure the partner is cozy, tuck them back in, kiss their head and cuddle before trying to go back to sleep. He does start his day EARLY though.

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 ⋆ ✰ ⋆ ───    🍎 𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐋𝐄 — 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐜 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧? 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧/𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞? 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞? / 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧!

                                ⋆ ✰ ⋆ ─── 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. ( @dutyworn )

       𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐁𝐈𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍! Nonny and I have done some poking around with origin stories and whatnot and I’m not entirely sure I want to incorporate the whole of Marin’s background to Tumblr — so, let’s just answer this one based on the general ideas of what I have moved over here. Please do note that as with every muse, this is verse dependent. So, Marin’s birth is kind of a mystery. Her mam (Doris, Nonny’s) found her on the outskirts of the Cairngorms in Scotland near Aboyne. In her main verse, she’s kidnapped at the age of four by a shady man doing shady things, where she’s brought to London and kind of shuttled between there and Moscow for most of her childhood.

      Mainverse Marin holds tightly to the necklace she still has from childhood — a Scottish thistle. She has very very little memory of anything before she was kidnapped, but at the same time feels drawn to that other place, if that makes sense. Now, a Marin who has grown up in Scotland is more apt to stay there. It’s kind of in her blood (questionably, in more ways than one). She’s very much a free spirit who loves everything about Scotland. She loves the stories and the potential for magic, she loves to go traipsing off in the forest and riding her horse on the moors. She loves working on the farm and in the vet clinic with her mam, and loves the animals (and her mam too!). Marin’s signature scent is rain and heather for a reason. So, yes, I do think Marin will always have her heart in Scotland, no matter where she ends up. It’s her heartland.

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 ⋆ ✰ ⋆ ───    🚫 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐇𝐈𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐃 — 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐜 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤/𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐞? 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐨 𝐢𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲, 𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬? / 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨!

                                ⋆ ✰ ⋆ ─── 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. ( @dutyworn )

       𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐎 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 since he was fifteen and helped his boss kill the previous boss — and honestly? By now it’s a hell of a habit and it’s one that’ll be pretty hard to draw him away from. I think cigarettes are probably the closest thing he allows himself to a comfort object and it’s kind of a socially accepted one too. Doesn’t make him look ‘weak’ in his opinion. If anything, it only adds to the kind of badass Mafia ‘don’t fuck with me’ vibe he tries to give off. If he’s stressed, catch him reaching for a cigarette and likely chain smoking. As for drinking, he drinks wine and limoncello among other things, but he’s not a big pleasure / party drinker so much as it’s just a cultural thing to enjoy a glass here and there. Too much would go to his head and make him less efficient at his job.

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 ⋆ ✰ ⋆ ───    💭 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐍 — 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐜'𝐬 𝐌𝐁𝐓𝐈, 𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦, 𝐚𝐧𝐝/𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐬 (𝐢𝐟 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧/𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧)? / 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐢!

                                ⋆ ✰ ⋆ ─── 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. ( @dutyworn )

       𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐔, 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 about my affinity for the enneagram, being as it’s your fault I got into it in the first place (lovingly). Luci to my current understanding of her is type 4w5 with a tritype 485 (4w5, 8w7, 5w4). You know that I don’t know as much when it comes to MBTI but I think she’s likely an INFJ. She’s definitely a whole thing, and I don’t have her completely figured out yet as I’ve barely written her. I’m not 100% that the 8 isn’t a 1, but time will tell. As for other notable personality traits of Luci’s — stubbornness and maladaptive daydreaming / escapism. She’s a dangerous woman who looks and seems very sweet on the outside.

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 ⋆ ✰ ⋆ ───    💭 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐍 — 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐜'𝐬 𝐌𝐁𝐓𝐈, 𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦, 𝐚𝐧𝐝/𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐬 (𝐢𝐟 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧/𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧)? 🚗 𝐂𝐀𝐑 — 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐜 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞? 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞/𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬/𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬? ✈️ 𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐄 — 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐜 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐲 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧? ~𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧! :)

                              ⋆ ✰ ⋆ ─── 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. ( @realmyths )

  💭 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐍 — 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐜'𝐬 𝐌𝐁𝐓𝐈, 𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦, 𝐚𝐧𝐝/𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐬 (𝐢𝐟 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧/𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧)?

 ⋆ ✰ ⋆ ─── You’ve stumbled across a special interest of mine — which is the enneagram. Marin is type 6w7 and her tritype is 638 (6w7, 3w2, 8w7). It’s interesting because I do see change over time with most of my muses. I haven’t thought about it deeply for awhile but I do see a lot of type 2 and 3 in her as well (though I’m a 2 so I’m sure that bleeds through!) — but I do think she’s still a 6. When I first created her, I’d intended her to be a type 8 but she’s not. She’s just my soft lass who puts up a front. I know less about the MBTI but I do believe she’s an ENFJ, although don’t let the ‘E’ fool you since Myers-Briggs is more about cognitive functions of the letters together than they are individual letters. Marin’s an ambivert.

🚗 𝐂𝐀𝐑 — 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐜 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞? 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞/𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬/𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬?

 ⋆ ✰ ⋆ ─── Oh good lord, no she can’t drive, and the world is probably thankful for it. Would she get behind the wheel of a car in a pinch to save herself or someone else? Yes. Would they actually be safe? No. :’) I do have like (1) closed verse where she has a motorcycle but that’s it for machinery. She CAN ride a horse outside of her Dominik-verses though.

✈️ 𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐄 — 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐜 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐲 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧?

 ⋆ ✰ ⋆ ───  I don’t think that travel is a big priority for Marin, especially if she’s in Scotland and happy. But I think that if she was given the opportunity to travel, she would happily do so, especially if it was with or for someone she loves. She does have a deep interest in learning all about the ones she cares about and I do believe she appreciates nature and beauty and culture...she just has the opportunity to settle down and usually takes that if / when she can.

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 ⋆ ✰ ⋆ ───    🍝 𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐆𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈 — 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬/𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐜'𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐝(𝐬)?  𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨

                        ⋆ ✰ ⋆ ─── 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. ( @astremourante )

       *𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐀𝐋𝐌𝐒* 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐄, explaining to one Mr. Verratti that the answer to everything in life is not a lemony one. Except, in this case, it is. Only like...the edible kind of citrus. He’s pretty traditional when it comes to foods that he enjoys — mostly Italian stuff that you can find on the Amalfi Coast (fish, pasta, limoncello, wine, gelato). I think that his all-time favorite though is a sweet treat his nonna used to make him called Delizia al Limone, or lemon delight. (Fun fact, I considered giving it a go for his birthday last year and noped out because of how complex the recipe is.)

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 ⋆ ✰ ⋆ ───    💘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖 — 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝/𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐝𝐨(𝐞𝐬) 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐜 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦?  𝐰𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐲

                          ⋆ ✰ ⋆ ─── 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. ( @astremourante )

        𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄'𝐒 𝐍𝐎 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐈 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐀 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓 like this off without mentioning @batteredoptimist​‘s Muriel and James. Westley loves them more than he can fathom, and more than once has surprised me with how deep that love goes. Muriel is his partner-in-life and crime, and James is his fairytale love that isn’t supposed to exist, and both of them are basically soulmate level for him. Being, however, that in a lot of Westley’s tumblr-verses his terrible awful mean mun has deprived him of his husbands, I’ll talk about some of the people from his general background too. And we’ll start with — it really depends on which version of Westley you get.

      Seafarer!Westley thinks incredibly highly of the man who ‘rescued’ him — Angus McCarthy (in fact, enough so that he kind of stole his surname). Then there’s any Westley that grew up in Scotland with his mam, which is rare — but exists. He’s basically his mam’s shadow if she was around during his childhood. He loves her and respects her and thinks she’s a total badass. He also has a father figure that Nonny and I are incorporating into some of the stuff we’re re-working named Ransom (morally gray kinda villain kinda not) that I do believe will have Westley’s trust and devotion. In some of his crime verses, Muriel was still around when he was in high school — so, there was a great depth of love and importance there (even though if I’m not playing Westley as WITH Muriel, he’s been long missing).

      The problem with Westley is that he wants family and attachment and love — but he’s had an incredibly rough go of things in his life — frequently abandoned or abused. So, that’s why he’s a bit of a fighty little shit (lovingly) who doesn’t have any ‘firm’ attachments in a number of his verses. A lot of his arcs are based on him finding out how to let people in.