#𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠.

[kisstained]

°ཐི♡̵̼͓̥͒̾͘ཋྀ° ִ ִֶָ ˓ 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚, 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒂 𝒅𝒊𝒑 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒚𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎.

♱ 🐈‍⬛ ˖ 𓂃 ִֶָ ๋ 沈泉锐 ݁ ˓ ╱ ꫶ࣺ᭮᭰  𝑠ℎ𝑒'𝑠 𝑎 ᴹ͟ᴼ͟ᴰ͟ᴱ͟ᴿ͟ᴺ͟ 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 ┈─★ ، . ‹ℜ

[whileurmine]

i just 🤌i love threads where nash comes off as arrogant and condescending 🤌i love this little cowboy with his little flaws that he doesn't know he has and are usually hard to spot 🤌i can fix him my ass, expose him for how bad he unknowingly is

[hellsarchived]

— @moonstalk asked : a sprawling network of underground catacombs .

unladylike was rare a term used in cyralduin, as many of the women were no strangers to bloodshed, dank caverns, dark dungeons and ruins of the gods of old. gods who once walked the earth alongside them. catacombs beneath mountains with stone statues erected in their name to signify their entrance.

a queen would not find herself, though, in the darkness of the burial grounds. would that she were the queen— not yet did the crown weigh on her, but instead a helm of black and red grandeur, and she pulled it off to tuck it under her arm.

“stop,” anastasia held out her hand to the woman beside her, palm splayed out over her companions belly. the paladin toed forward and the caverns grumbled in protest. the floor grew weak beneath their boots. “where the earth grows weak with age and the gods' path is faded.” she recited softly under her breath. if she was right, her and ireena would come upon a talisman that could aide them and sway the undetermined holds to ally themselves with ana for the coming war. a war against her own kin. proof of her father's betrayal and deceit.

another step forward and the rock crumbled underfoot, a hole gaping below them, but it wasn't dark. a faint glow of blue and white emanated with the catacomb's secrets. ana's mouth parted in a victorious grin and she looked to ireena with a flash of hope that hadn't crossed the elven princess' face in quite some time.

“this is it.” she crouched closer to the hole and deliberated whether it was too deep to simply jump. ana shrugged and held out her hand, looking up to ireena. “do you trust your queen?” she inquired, a queen without a crown. this talisman would be her salvation.

[trapton]

character study: demeanor & mannerism guide.

EYES. — avoids eye contact when nervous, maintains eye contact when nervous. | avoids eye contact due to being neurodivergent, enjoys eye contact as a means to read and convey emotion. | looks down when emotional, looks up when emotional. | cries openly, wipes tears quickly, suppresses tears. | wandering gaze when lost in thought,holds gaze while thinking. | seeks out eye contact for reassurance, seeks out eye contact to gauge enthusiasm during conversations, eyes move constantly during conversation. | expressive eyes, emotions only evident through eyes, uses eye contact to intimidate. | looks up while thinking, looks down while thinking.

HANDS. —clasps behind back, rests in lap, fidgets with clothes. | twiddles thumbs, chews at nails/skin,pushes back cuticles, draws patterns on table/counter surfaces. | animated gestures while speaking, only gestures to emphasize, utilizes sign language, speaks only through sign. | callouses,scars, smooth, wrinkled, worn, soft, delicate, boney, slender, thick, veiny. | touches others while speaking, reaches out while laughing, reaches out to comfort others, reaches out to seek comfort. | places face in hands when exasperated, places face in hands when exhausted,places palms over eyes to hide when overwhelmed, rests chin in hands. | taps fingers when impatient,taps fingers when nervous, taps fingers while thinking. | scratches scalp, strokes chin, rubs back of head,toys with objects around them,runs fingers over surfaces while walking by.

MOUTH. —chews lip, chews at inside of cheek,licks lips,bites tongue, chews on straws. | resting frown, resting smile, neutral resting expression, resting pout. | grinds teeth, flexes jaw. | covers mouth when laughing, covers mouth when shocked, covers mouth when concerned, hands to lips while thinking, covers mouth when chewing, chews with mouth closed, chews with mouth open. | smirks,grins,subtle smiles, wide smiles, sad smiles, intimidating smiles, menacing grins. | openly smiles,tries to suppress smiles, bares teeth when angry,lips quiver when emotional. | stutters, speaks quickly, speaks slowly, good pronunciation, poor pronunciation, moderate pronunciation. | purses lips, sucks in lips, holds mouth open when shocked or confused.

LEGS. —bounces leg when nervous. | draws knees to chest when sitting, draws knees to chest as a means of comfort, sits on knees, sits with legs crisscrossed, sits with legs spread open in chairs,crosses legs when sitting in chairs, sits with one leg folded under the other. | places feet on furniture, never places feet on furniture,sits on counters, sits on desks, sits on tables, sits on edge of seat, sits hunched over with forearms on knees, arches one knee up, sits on the arm of chairs/couches,feet on dashboard, swings legs back and forth when sitting somewhere elevated. | wiggles toes when nervous, wiggles toes as a general tick. | shuffles feet, kicks foot into ground, stomps feet. | loud footsteps, quiet footsteps,silent footsteps.

HAIR. —runs fingers through hair,tugs at hair, picks at scalp, chews on hair, twists locks of hair while thinking or nervous, smooths out locks of hair while thinking or nervous. | prefers hair out of face, prefers long hair, prefers short hair. | wears hair back, keeps hair down, smooths back hair. | plays with other’s hair while talking, plays with own hair while talking, strokes hair to comfort others,likes having hair stroked for their own comfort, braids others’ hair while talking, braids own hair while talking. | flips hair out of face, pushes hair out of face, leaves hair alone even when falling into face.

[choserage]

headcanon: fears (caleb)

confinement. a room barely big enough to sit comfortably. lab tables and instruments. the loss of his freedom. failure. 

he has a lot of fears. most of them stem from childhood memories, others from things he’s seen while in Hell. the choice he’d made to go there willingly saved his sister from eternal damnation yet it came with a cost. the demon who adopted him couldn’t help him channel his rage. he had too much of it and the instinct to destroy was too strong to fight against. so he did what he considered the next best thing: he tossed his newest charge in the fighting pits. SOLD him into slavery until he had won the right to walk out of there on his own or die trying. 

in the arena he was feral. with every kill he made, he grew stronger. he learned to strike first and strike hard to make sure they don’t get back up. it was in between the matches that his hatred for chains was born. when they were placed on him to remind him he was nothing more than a possession. a prized one due to how much value he brought yet a possession nonetheless. at first he didn’t mind them. they weren’t too tight and he had enough wiggle room to be something close to comfortable. he could even forget about them if he’d let his mind drift somewhere else.

then they started to get to him. he watched others in their chains slowly go mad. watched as their spirits broke and those chains he wore grew stifling. they remind him of being helpless, of witnessing others who were stronger and older than he was become mere puppets, those chains their strings. now he can’t stand them. they’re from a memory of when he was once weak, a rat trapped in a cage. he’s not weak anymore and he’ll never let another tame him when they should fear his name, if not his wrath. 

[freedkenna-a]

feldgrau hesitant, neutrality, italy's markets, intelligence, regretful.

you have so many things that you'd like to apologize for.

your world has lost a majority of its luster and color due to all the things you've done and regretted, all the things you want to take back or try again. the people you've lost have told you that you need to work on yourself, and you don't know where to start anymore - you're not sure you ever truly did.

it's cold, in the world, and you don't know how to make it warm for everyone, which is where your mistake lies.

the world is cold and cruel, and indifferent to those who walk the earth.

but that doesn't mean you can't try.

(you have to TRY.)

[trapton]

@ladyseidr

"Do you love me? I mean really love me? Because if you don't, I'll just have to kill you."

VANILLA SKY (2001) dir. Cameron Crowe

[opalespalace]

˚ ⚜️ . ͟͟͞͞ ➳ 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑠

[scaledndicy]

tag drop.

[whileurmine]

what planet matches your personality?

Jack: mercury

you’re endearingly curious, a person who approaches every experience with childlike wonder. you’re also a nimble communicator who can nudge open the door to even the most reticent personalities. your gentle disposition might lead others to take advantage of your kindness, but remember: mercury is quick and scalding — just like your tongue when someone crosses you.

James: saturn

saturn embodies the spirit of the scholar; you pull knowledge from the universe and spin it into wisdom for others who ask for it. once you set your mind to something, you have a tendency to develop tunnel vision by ignoring other people and your needs. when you are able to balance yourself and your ambitions, however, you are a magnificent force of intelligence.

Jason: uranus

your greatest strength is your ability to adapt, and you reject any and all labels pressed upon you. what others read as eccentricity is your uncanny ability to see what others cannot see, and act as others dare not act. occasionally, this love of freedom and distaste for attachment can lead you to push people away, but when you find others who understand you — truly understand you — your coalition could tilt the whole world on its axis.

tagged by; @unapxlogeticme

tagging; @rennisaturate, @icarian-carrion, @miidnighters, @missperfectlyfinewrites, anyone who wants to do this.

[hellsarchived]

brows creased as she looked upon the deity, that of which towered over her in stature and might and she bent at the knee out of respect and perhaps fear. though as she stood and spoke to agravaine her voice did not convey fear or worry. a composed statement. samyria did not believe that fates were decided from the first weave.

her milky white gaze trailed over the sanguine lord, watching his every move. he could kill her if he wanted, squash her beneath his boot with little thought to her existence. she proved necessary at least temporarily. the astrologer tilted her chin up and followed after him, determined for him to listen to her.

“the stars. they show me paths not yet tread, paths of the greatest and strongest. legacies which would be sung of in ballads for a millennia. those who would be seen a villain and slain. you, my lord, might be the latter. i implore you to allow me audience.” she pleaded before carrying on.

“i do not believe your destiny is made, lord. i do not believe anyone's is. the stars tell of our fates, our legacy, at least those who are worthy of the tales, but they are not set within. only one has stopped the stars, held them on his shoulders to force the alignment of a destiny, and even he failed— ultimately." her voice lowered, as if she would be struck down for speaking of the demigod's loss. the starscourge. atlas in his own right.

samyria's paced picked up to keep with the giant's stride and she stepped in front of him, hands forward with palms out turned, accepting. forgiving. soft hands yet scarred by battles not her own. a war of gods she did not deserve to be fighting. “please, heed my prophecy, i can help you.”

Lord Agravaine's path had been carved out and pathed since before his very birth. His life was never going to be lived the way he wished it. His life was hardly even his own. The fates would forever be tangled about his unholy body, the invisible strings the seamstresses knotted at his limbs pulled in every direction but his very own, puppeting him to what he was always destined for. Their wicked riddles more than a taunt on words--- but the future. One merely unseen.

Already such rhymes they sung have come to pass. The butterfly has batted it's wings and a storm has begun to brew elsewhere, changing the course of his history. The course of his future. He welcomed it. No matter how dark, how plagued, how sanguine stained it would be.

@hellscourges ❝  you can change your path. it’s not too late.  ❞

Flaming gaze snaps to the woman as she spoke. Shinning brightly down through the cracks of his iron helm. Tongue is held as he encroaches upon her. What a curious thing to say. Did she see him for what he truly was? What sight was she granted to gaze upon him? Studying her like a predator hunted his prey. But he does not pounce. Merely a long and slender hand out stretches, claws nicking the edges of armor, before he draws back. Scoffing loudly as he turned away. "What doth thou know of thine path? What did thou see?" He inquired in a murmur, "Did it frighten thee?"

[trapton]

a bunny, no matter how bad, is.. still looking cute.

- Benito A. Martínez Ocasio (Bad Bunny)

[choserage]

tag drop — basics.

[god-has-entered-my-body]

𝐀𝐦𝐚 𝐞𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐜 𝐪𝐮𝐨𝐝 𝐯𝐢𝐬 // 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝

✮ 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠

volume & body part dirty secret & jack-off experience oral & kink cum x-ray & yearning

[kisstained]

kim gurubin i WILL murder you

gay 😠

not this weirdo again......

[minihook]

você já deve ter escutado por ai: we're rascals and scoundrels, we're villains and knaves, aye, but we're loved by our dad! drink up me 'earties, yo ho! por algum hook orgulhoso por ser um hook, em seus lados bons e ruins e mesmo que tenham jurado reverter o legado do capitão gancho, fazer parte da tripulação do jolly roger é algo para se ter orgulho! então é bom ter cuidado com o que diz por aí sobre os hook porque o vilão criou muito bem os filhos a ponto de serem capazes de qualquer coisa para proteger os seus, vamos lá eu sei que você sabe, nossa pequena jade hook pode ser muito prestativa mas com certeza é um oportunista de primeira como qualquer pirata, ou você se deixou enganar pelo jeito doce? arg! aposto que tudo isso não passa de uma tentativa para se aproximar de pessoas influentes e conseguir um lugar na magitec, mas sejamos sinceros como isso seria possível? você já viu o desempenho da coitada na academia dos legados? em seus vinte e três anos de idade ainda se encontra tentando concluir o módulo i, aposto que deve ser os genes porque olha ele se parece muito com uma tal nonmaj momo hirai.

habilidade: mimetismo de arco-íris...

porque se já não bastasse chamar atenção suficiente por ser do castigo havia sido abençoada com a habilidade de produz ou emite luzes em tons do arco-íris como uma lanterna ambulante pelos corredores, principalmente porque a habilidade é extremamente volátil e normalmente vinculada a suas emoções, se está saltitando de alegria ou choramingando de tristeza ou chutando baldes com raiva lá vai estar um pisca pisca natalino. a questão é que isso sempre pareceu inofensivo ou inútil, ao menos era o que se pensava até o dia do baile da lua de sangue e... -nível alto da habilidade não adquirido- o arco-íris é formado pela separação da luz solar, sendo assim todas as luzes no corpo de jade podem se juntar de novo criando um tipo de colapso semelhante aos das estrelas, ainda que em uma escala muito menor mas não menos devastador, consumindo tudo a sua volta. 

resumo: de centavos ou sentadas...

foi adotada por james hook por volta de aparentemente seu 10 anos, sem qualquer resquícios de memorias de sua vida antes disso e por não ter nenhuma documentação de seu passado, suas comemorações de aniversário são no dia em que foi adotada. 

é uma mini versão do capitão gancho, não só por ser uma versão mais nova mas porque é baixinha com um metro e meio, de qualquer forma é notável como jade se espelha muito no mais velho, ainda que uma versão mais fofa e sociável.

completamente apaixonada por magibol, sempre digo sempre mesmo jade está nas arquibancadas torcendo feito doida pelos seus favoritos, sempre usando as inicias de seus favoritos desenhadas em suas bochechas, além dos infinitos gritos que com certeza devem ser escutados por toda arthurian.

ela nunca se importou em fazer amizades tanto com arthurianos quanto castigados, não gostando de ser julgada por ser filha de quem é e não julgando os outros por isso também, mas com certeza nunca conseguiria se aproximar de um darling.

se existe alguém mais apaixonado pelo jim hawkins do que jade hook, eu desconheço! o homem é como seu idol.

jade possui muitas tatuagens, por todo o corpo, inicialmente para esconder as cicatrizes em seu corpo adquiridas ainda quando tinha 10 anos e sendo uma forma de deixar aquilo no passado já que nunca descobria as razões... mas acabou se tornando uma paixão.

não tem um trabalho fixo, servindo como quebra galho ou ajudante e as vezes modelo para conseguir uma grana, no fundo jade tenta se dedicar a invenções e ciências ao ponto de não negar nenhuma oportunidade de ser uma cobaia para projetos da magitech.

seu estilo consiste em maior parte nos tons vermelho e preto, com acessórios punk e gótico como correntes mas ao mesmo tempo misturados com detalhes delicados como laços ou tiaras. a sunnyside, loja do seu melhor amigo, é praticamente a única que compõe seus looks com algumas peças exclusivas.

jade tem problemas em lidar com situações de brigas ou violência diretamente ligados a ele, o mínimo tom mais alto é capaz de desencadear uma crise de choro e uma paralisia em seu corpo, sendo um alvo fácil para bullying.

tirando isso, seu jeito um tanto empático o torna alguém muito emotivo e inconsequente a agir sem pensar para proteger os outros, como uma necessidade já que não consegue fazer o mesmo por si.

dançar e cantar em qualquer situação ou local é tipo um hobby bobo do mesmo, sendo muito comum ela transformar qualquer coisa em um musical. 

biografia: era uma vez em tão tão distante...

dizem que nossa cor favorita diz mais sobre a gente do que pensamos. vermelho. sangue. perigo. inconscientemente essa se tornou a cor favorita de jade porque foi essa a cor que ela mais viu no dia que se viu livre de um pesadelo do qual não consegue se lembrar. o pequeno corpo repleto de machucados e um par de olhos assustados, a pequena então foi acolhida por james hook que parecia determinado a matar quem tinha feito aquilo com uma criança mas parecia que jade quebraria se ele a forçasse se lembrar por isso o mesmo se tornou um tipo de escudo a provas de bala, assim com os irmãos e depois os amigos. jade, sim esse foi o nome escolhido, não só para seguir com o legado do j mas porque bem seu pai é um pirata e ela era uma de suas joias preciosas encontrada pelo acaso! a pedra de jade é considerado um poderoso amuleto de proteção contra energias ruins e um imã para energias boas, e partir daquele dia nada mais poderia machuca-la porque ela era jade hook!

um pequeno gênio, ou quase lá, digamos que a curiosidade que matou o gato é sua maior virtude, sempre querendo entender tudo e isso a fez criar um tipo de paixão por invenções, ciências e tudo que envolve isso. no castigo magia era algo muito escasso então a magia não convencional poderia ajuda-los não era? porque construir coisas parecia uma forma de solucionar problemas e ajudar as pessoas, por isso a magitech seu tornou como seu conto de fadas. ela sonhava com o dia que entraria na academia e teria uma chance de fazer parte daquele mundo, ainda que os dilemas piratas que segue não tivessem lhe ajudado muito a conseguir boas notas já que piratas costumam se dedicar apenas aquilo que eles gostam visando aproveitar e se divertir na maior parte do tempo - basicamente jade é desleixada. 

na academia, bem, como a pessoa que defende o pai com unhas e dentes todos os dias pode ser a mesma que o apunhalou para ingressa na academia? porque qualquer um sabe que jade hook é transparente demais sobre seus sentimentos ao ponto de seus poderes refletirem os mesmos, mas bom todos no castigo sabem, quem jade viu naquele dia, não era o capitão gancho mas o culpado pela condenação de sua família no castigo: peter pan. jade entrou em arthurian sabendo que não passava de um entretenimento e que nada seria fácil pra ela, mas fazer amigos ali mesmo que não estivesse em seus planos foi bom porque no fundo ela nunca quis fazer o mesmo que os arthurianos faziam com ela, julga-la por ser filha de um vilão quando para ela os vilões eram aqueles que se diziam os mocinhos. 

dizem por aí, você sabe, piratas são ladrões de tesouro mas nem tudo se resume a prata ou ouro ou excals, na verdade jade adora ter dinheiro e faria quase qualquer coisa pelo mesmo, mas existem coisas mais valiosas: artigo 157, eu vou roubar teu coração, jade consegue se dar bem com quase todo mundo e ela sempre tenta dar seu melhor para ver aqueles que gostava felizes e bem, ela faz tudo por quem ela gosta, isso fica muito claro pelo jeito transparente mesmo que sem querer sobre seus sentimentos e aí está um problema porque ser entregar tão facilmente muitas vezes pode ser usado contra ela, principalmente por ser um tanto ingênua e iludida facilmente sendo um alvo fácil.