#jessamina

[tomrripley]

jess was on her deathbed about to be murdered by two vampire spawns tonight so i very reluctantly broke my broom in half to stake them and I MISSED. TWICEEE and they both like murdered my ass 😭😭 thankfully my dm has a different death system so jess got out alive but i was sitting there w another player who was dying like what should our next characters be im planning 2 go cleric. it was so bad

[wardensantoineandevka]

also, bc I posted my paladins' stats to make a point in a previous post, I know a couple of you watch the actual play channel I played those paladins for, I've seen you in the Twitch chat, so if you're curious, those are indeed the scores for Saskia Cavirensé of the Harbingers (Watchers) and Saffina Jessamina (Crown)

[sloppysequinz]

Have I told you about my OC Jessamina? This is kinda cringe, I definitely havent'. She wasn't an intox OC before but I think she might have to be now...

She's an underground pop celebrity and there's a lot of rumors about her being a witch. She'll never tell, but she's definitely a hypnotist and frequently hypnotizes her bandmates or front row concert goers because she refuses to control herself while performing. There's a ton of people vying to be her backup musicians because being on stage with her feels better than heaven and no one knows why.

She recently broke up with her girlfriend, Aylie, and she's coping with it by drinking heavily every time something even slightly reminds her of her ex very well.

Her personality is like if pinkie pie was evil

[andreabaideas]

Renaming Djats characters

Thank @porkchop200324 for the inspo.

Now my versions: 

•Daisy : 

-Alts to Daisy with same meaning:  

Margaret Margaux ,Marguerite , Margot, Margarita , Rita , Margarida, Mags, Maggie, Deiji , Margaretă, Papatya, Margherita. 

-With different meaning but similar vibe : 

Darcy , Dasha, Didi,Dani , Dany, Diana, Darla, my personal fave: Maisy , Maisie, Daisie, Macy, Monique, Mónica,Maddy, Maddie, Frannie , Francesca, Florence. 

•Billy : 

-Alts to Billy with the same meaning : 

William , Bill , Will , Liam , Willy,  Willie, Guillermo, Guillaume, Guille, Willhem. 

-With different meaning but similar vibe : Bailey, Bobby. 

•Camila : 

-Alts to Camila with the same meaning: 

Camilla, Camille, Kamilla, Kamille, Kamila, Kamile. 

-With different meaning but similar vibe : 

Catalina, Carlota,  Carolina, Carina, Camelia, Camellia, Carissa, Clarissa, Carmen, Carmina. 

•Karen: 

-Alts to Karen with the same meaning: 

Katherine, Catherine, Caterine, Catalina, Cata, Katy, Kat, Kathryn, Katya, Katrina, Ekaterina.

-With different meaning but similar vibe : Kamren, Kayla

•Graham : 

-Alts to Graham with the same meaning: None.

-With different meaning but similar vibes : 

Grant, Gary, Garrett, Gavin. 

•Warren : 

-Alts to Warren with the same meaning: None. 

With different meaning but similar vibes: Walden, Walter, Walker, Waylon. 

•Eddie: 

-Alts to Eddie with the same meaning: 

Ed, Eddy, Edward, Edgard, Eduardo, Eduard, 

-With different meaning but similar vibes: 

Eric, Edmund, Edwin, Eddard, Ernie, Ernest, Earnest, Ernie, Evan , Ethan, Elliot, Eliot, Eli, Elijah. 

• Lisa : 

-Alts to Lisa with the same meaning: Liza, Lizzie, Elisabeth, Elizabeth, Elise, Elisa, Lisbeth, Beth, Betty, Betsy, Liz, Ersebeth, Elizabetha, Elisabeta. 

-With different meaning but similar vibes: Lily, Liv, Luna, Elsie, Ellie, Lydia, Linda. 

• Teddy : Tommy Theo, Ted, Tod, Toby. 

• Rod : Rob, Ross, Rodolph, Ron. 

• Simone : Sarah, Silvie, Sibelle, Sandra, Sophia. 

• Bernie : Bobbie, Billie, Bonnie, Becca, Becky, Betty, Betsy, Bennie, Bessie, Bianca, Blanche, Bella. 

• Julia :  Jillian Julieta Julianna Julie Giulia Jenna Jennifer Jessamina, Jessamine Jemima, Jessica. 

• Susana and Maria : Suzana ,Suzie, Suki,  I kinda prefer the idea of naming twins a name starting with the same letter: so María becomes: Sofía/ Sophia or Sarah. 

• Marlene: Marie, Marianne, Marielle, Malia, Molly. 

[sayonaradumbass]

theothervonkarmagirl​:

Had he actually called her name cute, she would have protested. Maria was such a bland name, she thought. Everyone had it. And her middle name was one she wouldn’t wish on her worst enemy! She swore she’d change it when she got older. Something that fit her glamorous, womanly nature, like Mathilde Jessamina Evangeline St. Martin. Nobody had that name!

For good reason.

When Kaneda introduced himself, Maria tilted her head, genuinely amused.

“So you just go by your last name all the time?” she asked. “What, are you in sports or something? Military school, perhaps?”

A roll of his dark eyes. She really has no imagination!

"No, it's just the way it is. Works better that way. I'm in a trade school, though, so they mostly call us 'dumbass' or 'hey little asshole'."

Doesn't matter much, beyond that.

[cursedconfess]

@jessamina @darkmetamorphcsis​

[dishcncrdead]

❝ 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 @jessamina​❞

⊹ ·  Sabia que não deveria se meter na vida dos outros. Uma abordagem mais agressiva do que Lorenz realmente sabia que não podia fazer. Ainda sim, como poderia não se preocupar com a maneira tão abrupta que as coisas aconteceram? Quando em um dia estava na companhia de sua colega de trabalho e no outro ela simplesmente já não trabalhava mais lá. Ainda mais, não só havia deixado o hospital, mas trabalhava numa floricultura agora. Sério? Flores? Com certeza flores não precisavam ser examinadas, tomar remédios e muito menos fazer cirurgias que a faculdade havia os treinado para fazer. Tinha alguma coisa errada. Disso tinha certeza. O ponto é: oque? Ela não poderia estar tendo algum problema sentimental ou psicológico, não é? Que não fosse psicológico, pelo bem do seu diploma, que o impedia de ser psiquiatra de pessoas próximas à si. "Oi." Falou para Jessamina assim que entrou na floricultura, ou pelo menos criou coragem para isso. Olhou em volta por alguns segundos, pegando algumas flores e indo até o balcão, tentando não parecer suspeito. Talvez apenas na sua cabeça aquilo tudo não fosse suspeito, mas os fins justificariam os meios. "Vim comprar flores."

[outofthewindowdead]

❝ 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 @jessamina​ ❞

⋅ ◆ ⋆ Acompanhava regularmente seu pai para os tratamentos que ele precisava fazer no hospital. Havia feito certa amizade com aqueles que trabalhavam no local, visto a frequência com que ia nele como acompanhante do progenitor. Entretanto, o semblante usual de Lucien havia sido ocupado por uma expressão confusa e pensativa conforme observa o papel em suas mãos que havia o convidado para a suposta festa do chá. Quem raios faz uma festa e não coloca ao menos o endereço para que os convidados possam ir? Não seria uma brincadeira de mal gosto... Seria? Tinha medo de parecer louco ou idiota falando sobre aquilo com alguém, mas achou que não seria o caso se perguntasse a Jessamina sobre. "Você não ouviu falar sobre ou foi convidada para alguma festa do chá, não é?"

[delsinsfire]

Ok, seeing all your characters lined up is crazy cool! I'm curious to know more - if you feel like it, would you share a little bit of the story behind each of them?

Aaaah thank you so much for asking!! I’m very happy to talk about my characters!

Irina

She’s a sorceress (Draconic Bloodline) who grew up in a wizard academy. Shenever knew her parents, who left her with the academy when she was still ababy. Since she was different from the other students she never really made anyfriends. Occasionally she would attend classes, but didn’t take anything awayfrom it. But the academy had always been her home, so she stayed. At some pointshe started noticing strange changes to her. Some parts of her skin seemed togrow scales and sometimes when she was angry, her hands turned into claws. Shewas desperate to learn what was happening to her and so she left the academy.She still hasn’t found out anything about her parents, but she learned that shemight have draconic blood in her…(The group I play her in meets every week forabout 4-5 hours, and I still haven’t learned any reveals about my chara’s backstorybecause we keep messing around and only do dumb shit. Which is perfect and Ilove it)

Paidia

She grew up as the daughter of a shop keep in a large city. She has always beenvery open and quite the people person, and she helped her father in the shopwhere the cute little girl was popular with the customers.  She never knew her mother, but she didn’t missher either because she and her father got along perfectly. At a young age thetwo of them noticed Paidia’s knack for music and when a group of travellingBards visited the shop they started to teach little Paidia how to use music formagical purposes. Her instrument of choice is a violin and when she grew oldershe played in bars and on festivals. She’s very good with people and a talentedspeaker, so she had a lot of friends (or so they think. She’s prettymanipulative and deceptive and knows how to use her skills to make people do whatshe wants). She never intended to leave the city because she was happy. But oneday she woke up and her father was missing. At first she stayed, taking care ofthe shop and waiting for her dad to return. A year after her father left shecame home late at night and found the shop burning. Since it was the last thingthat kept her in the city, she decided to travel the world as a merchant tolook for her father. (No one knows that she herself burned the shop down to getrid of all responsibilities)

Eryleth

A youngelven girl who grew up with her aunt in a hut in the woods. She’s carefree anda bit reckless, never thinking of the consequences to her actions. Her aunt isa foul-mouthed and grumpy old lady, but she’s Eryleth’s only remaining familyand she’s gotten used to it. Due to her secluded upbringing she’s very bad withother people and civilisation scares her. But one day a young girl stumbledupon her hut and she and Eryleth grew very close. As they grew older they madebig plans about travelling the world. One day Eryleth was waiting at her usualspot for her friend, but she didn’t come. Not on the next day either. Or thenext. Eryleth gathered all her courage and entered the village where her friendlived. She found that her friend had been married to a man who didn’t allow herto meet friends or go outside at all. In the dead of night Eryleth snuck intotheir home and freed her friend. The two of them fled from the place andstarted their live as adventurers.

Jessamina

A 40-yearold city guard/Gray Maiden. She started off as an optimistic and energeticyoung girl who left her home town at 20 to travel the world. She earned somemoney as a mercenary while going from town to town. Eventually she even leftthe continent. She never stayed at a place for too long, until she got hired bya noble family to protect their young daughter, a strong headed young womannamed Ileosa (if you played Curse of the Crimson Throne you know her). Ileosa didn’treally like Jessamina and escaped her bodyguard as often as she could. Buteventually the two women somehow became friends (at least that’s what Jessaminathinks). Ileosa was supposed to marry some nobleman, but she was convinced thatshe could do better. So Jessamina kept her parents at bay while she went off topursue her own plans. One day Ileosa came to Jessamina and told her that shewould leave her home town – to head to the city Jessamina came from. And shewould do so without her friend. But Jessamina refused to let her go like thatand went after her. Because of her meagre means she arrived about a year after Ileosa,and in that short time she’d become the queen of the city. Ever since then ithas become Jessamina’s goal to meet her friend again – so far without success.

[witchhuntrcss]

             ⊹ · Thelma não podia dizer que estava entendiada, simplesmente havia combinado que iria sair com @jessamina e queria que a amiga estivesse ali com ela. Assim que saiu da pista de dança, o barman lhe ofereceu outro drink, indicando com a cabeça o seu benfeitor da noite e ela estava prestes a recusar quando, com um suspiro aceitou e ergueu o copo no ar em um brinde, mesmo de longe, com quem havia lhe pagado. Se Jessa iria mesmo lhe dar um bolo, pelo menos sairia com alguém no final da noite.  ━ ❝ Jessa? Caramba! Eu achei que você ia furar comigo, sua idiota.❞ Sequer bebeu o drink, largando-o no balcão para puxar a médica para um abraço, aproveitando para balançar o corpo de um lado para o outro em uma dança desajeitada. — ❝ Wow, você tá ótima! Ia lançar uma cantada bem inteligente agora, mas até fiquei sem palavras. Fez isso para eu esquecer que estava brava com você pela demora, né? Funcionou! ❞

[rottenrhythmsarchive-blog]

(@jessamina liked for a starter!)

“...’ey, Mina?” Roxie peers over the girl’s shoulder, looking at the painting in progress. “Dis looks real nice an’ all, but... it’s almos’ nine. Have... you eaten dinner yet?”

[tomrripley]

i hope we have dnd tonight i miss playing jess and I wanna see the other players

[binarycolours]

@jessamina

It was her!

Touya would recognize her anywhere.

That ridiculous facepaint. That bland expression. That... that ridiculous facepaint!!

He spent a few moments glaring at her from the shadows. Trying to ascertain if she was radiating murderous intent, or oozing an air of wanton mischief. But she remained as inscrutable to him now as she did the first time he randomly ran into her in the wilderness.

Clearly Touya would have to personally ask if he wanted answers. So he did, marching up to the girl and hissing, “Were you trying to get me killed or something?!”

[jessamina]

WILHELMINA/JESSAMINA GENÇER.

ex médica; atual dona da floricultura DAMA DA NOITE. 

vampira.

informações novas & sobre a floricultura abaixo do read more! (e explicação nas tags)

DAMA DA NOITE.

A floricultura foi comprada apenas recentemente por Jessamina. Não tinha esse nome, e o antigo proprietário é alguém misterioso,  mas isso não impediu a Gençer de adquirir o local e fazer os seus ajustes. 

Bem localizada e tão grande que parece caber Storybrooke inteira dentro, a Dama da Noite é uma floricultura que funciona num horário comercial diferente. Abre às nove da noite e fecha ao meio dia, e o encanto de suas flores está ligado quase diretamente ao prateado da lua sobre elas. Parece até feitiço (talvez seja, Jessamina está tentando descobrir a identidade do antigo dono misterioso) que os arranjos fiquem ainda mais bonitos de madrugada do que de dia. Vai entender. O horário de funcionamento poderia ser até prejudicial para os negócios, mas com toda essa beleza, a Dama da Noite é o lugar perfeito para o seu passeio noturno naquelas noites de insônia, e funciona tão bem quanto uma floricultura vespertina. 

Conta com uma pequena cafeteria interna, com mesinhas decoradas pelos mais diversos arranjos, e um espaço externo para aqueles que precisam virar a noite trabalhando ou estudando, mas querem fazer isso num ambiente diferente. Além disso, tem umas estátuas muito bonitas, que junto com as flores cujas cores acentuam à noite, formam quase um jardim de contos de fadas. 

E se você está atrás de flores para decoração de festas, casamentos, eventos diversos, pode contar com a Dama da Noite para preparar lindos arranjos!

JESSAMINA. tw: coisas vampirísticas tipo sangue, morte, etc. 

Uma pancada de memórias falsas e completamente normais para compensar a humanidade que perdeu em Tenebris. Foi assim que Mina viu a sua vida na maldição por um bom tempo. Se lembrava de ser uma professora de química em Tenebris e viver contente com o seu marido. Se lembrava de querer mais, mas ter medo, porque o caos no reino sombrio reinava há mais tempo do que ela era nascida. E se lembrava de uma noite chuvosa e fria em que o exército de Dracula encontrou a sua cidade e dizimou seus vizinhos. Por algum motivo, Mina foi “poupada”; se é que poderia chamar assim.

Depois disso, ela acordou em Storybrooke junto com todos os outros vampiros e precisou assimilar quem era Jessamina Gençer: médica, herdeira da casa dos seus tios, sem aliança no dedo, workaholic, vivendo uma vida completamente básica e tediosa. Mas também precisou correr para o Gray’s Room para entender um pouco de quem era de verdade: uma vampira recém-nascida, sem qualquer preparo, jogada numa maldição que supostamente controlaria os seus impulsos sanguinários (e que bom, né? Ela teria que ver sangue todo dia naquele hospital). Pff.

Por alguns meses, até funcionou. Mas aí começaram a acontecer os furos. Um furo na maldição aqui, outro ali... Um respingo de sangue no jaleco de Jessamina a levando direto para o banheiro para hiperventilar. O cheiro ficou cada vez mais forte, a vontade se tornou insaciável; independente do quanto bebia no Gray’s Room, a sede não passava. Só que Jessamina não tinha como explicar no hospital os motivos para não comparecer ao trabalho; ela poderia ter herdado uma casa, mas alguém precisava pagar as contas. Então, não parou de trabalhar... o que obviamente fez com que uma bola de neve virasse uma avalanche. 

A noite em que a vida dela deu um giro de trezentos e sessenta graus foi quando um dos desaparecidos chegou ensanguentado na emergência. Ele poderia ter sobrevivido, mas no seu obituário sempre vai constar que ele perdeu muito sangue. Muito, muito sangue. 

Porque Jessamina se descontrolou e matou o homem enquanto os enfermeiros corriam para atender outra emergência. Ela devia ter parado, mas por azar (ou sorte; tudo depende do ponto de vista, se você é um vampiro, vai querer dizer ‘you go japer hale’), outros dois pacientes apareceram na mesma noite e todos morreram do mesmo motivo que o primeiro homem. Perda de sangue excessiva. 

No outro dia, a Gençer pediu demissão e sumiu do mapa até que estivesse sã novamente. Foi aí que veio a ideia de comprar uma floricultura e passar o seu tempo entre as flores. O aroma delas cobre o cheiro do sangue e ajuda Jessamina a manter a cabeça no lugar. 

Conviver com a culpa é difícil para Jessamina, que sempre teve um coração bondoso. Ela sente muita falta do hospital também, e de trabalhar com o que amava; a ciência. 

Mas o que é, talvez, mais difícil ainda, é conviver com a compreensão de que, no fundo, ela gostou do que fez. Ela nunca se sentiu tão saciada quanto no momento em que provou o sangue direto da fonte como os seus colegas vampiros faziam em Tenebris.

Provavelmente quebrou algumas regras vampirísticas naquela noite, não sabe dizer exatamente; afinal, até então, não tinha contatos vampiros. Suas idas no Gray’s Room costumavam ser rápidas. Só que agora ela precisa escolher um lado e procurar por ajuda antes que se descontrole de novo... especialmente com esse clima bizarro por aí. 

[koreycinth]

∘⡊ ˚ ❀ Não precisava estar com os olhos fechados para os sonhos dançaram na frente da visão, figuras distorcidas dançando juntas sob um dossel de estrelas penduradas. Hyacinth olhava para a palma da mão queimada sem realmente vê-la, no lugar, chamas coloridas como fumaça fazendo crescer um sentimento de liberdade avassalador. E enquanto pendia a cabeça para frente, os lábios formando um bico, a mão machucada se movia devagar. Movimento familiares, um torcer de pulso e a mão esquelética a chamava para uma dança. Alguém a chamava baixinho, distante... Seu nome não sendo o mesmo, algo bem mais poderoso e antigo. ( Hyacinth! Eu! Eu estou aqui! ) Alguém a chamou, sua vez no hospital enfim chegado - assim como a percepção da dor da queimadura. ( Me desculpa, doutora @jessamina​ , eu fiquei distraída... Sonhando acordada. Bem, eu falo agora ou a gente vai para alguma sala antes? Posso esperar mais um pouquinho se tiver algum caso mais urgente antes de mim. ) Por que ficava desesperada? Por que acumulava água nos olhos? Não sabia.

[goldeneyedgirl]

I live, so here’s a scene from that Jessamine/Alice fic I mentioned ages ago.

I just tend to wander off occasionally. Loads of stuff happened in real life - good and bad. I’ll focus on the good - I finally got to graduate! (Ugh, universities, paperwork, and admin staff with power-trips). 

SO, anyway, I figure my absence should come with fic and since Shadow to Light is still taunting me, this is my one of my favourite scenes from the untitled Jessamine/Alice fic <3 

After Italy, there was celebration, relief, hope. They were coming home to Forks, and everything would be okay once again. Even Edward thought that everything had been righted.

But then, he’d never seen Jess in full-flight. Alice had caught one of her fits of temper in a vision, before Peter went back for her, but had never witnessed the full scale of Jess’s wrath in person. Peter and Charlotte had both alluded to the temper that had made Jess such a legend in the south on occasion – it was rare that she was ever ‘out of control’; usually it was cold rage with a clear aim.

But when she lost her temper, well, neither Charlotte nor Peter had words for it, aside from a warning that it usually involved some property damage.

Perhaps the fact, according to Peter, was that even Maria backed down when Jess was in a ‘confrontational’ mood was the best indicator, to Alice, of how terrible Jess could be.

It was never planned ahead, and Jess was probably second only to Carlisle at keeping Edward out of her head.

The pacing was what caught Alice’s attention, and by then it was too late to stop Bella and Edward from coming into the house. And if her sight was any indication, the sooner the confrontation happened, the better off they’d be.

Edward realised the issue a moment too late, but there was no way to get Bella somewhere ‘safe’. And from the look on Rosalie’s face, it was clear Rose thought that Bella witnessing the result of the trauma of their eternal lives would probably be good for the girl.

“Jessamine,” Edward had said cautiously, and Alice wanted to bang her head against the wall. Only three people called Jess by her full name – Carlisle, as a mark of respect for her age; Alice, on occasions when she wanted to be taken seriously, and Charlotte, as a sign of deference for her former leader and creator. Peter called her Jessie, Maria had called her Major or Majorette, depending on her mood, and everyone else knew her simply as Jess.

For Edward to use her full name was a red flag to a bull, and Alice just knew Edward was going to be without some extremities by the end of this.

Jess hissed outright at Edward, and Bella was backed into the corner, eyes wide. Esme had ghosted over to the human girl, obviously to sooth and protect, and Alice just perched herself on the side table, waiting for the fireworks.

--

The argument was loud and unspeakably nasty, ending with Carlisle, Esme, and Emmett gaping in Jess’s direction, Jess putting her foot through Esme’s solid oak coffee table, Edward having his right arm snapped clean off at the shoulder, Rosalie enjoying herself immensely, and Jess storming off to cool down.

“I’m sorry about the table, Esme,” Alice hopped off the side table. “I’ve got another one ordered. It should arrive in a few days.”

Bella and Carlisle were already crouched beside Edward, reattaching the severed limb.

“You knew,” Edward said between gritted teeth. She shrugged.

“Did I know she was angry? I did. Did I know she would confront you? Yes. Did I let this happen? Only because if I had interfered, it would only delay the inevitable,” she said. ‘It would have been so much worse, Edward. So, so much worse.’

‘That’s the first time I’ve been scared of her,” Bella said, her eyes wide. Rosalie snorted at that comment.

“Don’t, Rosalie.”