─── ᢉ𐭩 .ᐟ

is that story true? ‎ ‎ no one saves the day.

[betsyheavens]

𝗵𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗻𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘀𝘆ⵑ (#𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘴𝘺𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘴) is a private roleplay blog associated with willowglenhq, please do not interact unless you are part of the group! reined in by jj, twenty5, they/them, eastern standard timezone. current roster found below. all gif credits go to their respective creators.

𝗷𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘺𝘬𝘩 ─── muse w. nicholas galitzine. he/him/his. thirty. professional hockey player, left defenseman for the dallas lone stars.

[inadvertently-biblical]

HACKS - 5x10

[nixscriptum]

[bbcsherlock]

THE NICE GUYS (2016) dir. Shane Black

[365filmsbyauroranocte]

A Confucian Confusion (Edward Yang, 1994)

[alicent-florent]

Yellowjackets — S1E1: Pilot

[danielsarmand]

Oh. What. Fun. (2025) dir. Michael Showalter

[keepscrollinghun]

LES BICHES ↳ 1968. dir. Claude Chabrol

[coffeetvhistory]

Aloha (2015)

[lovehards]

⌗    𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗋    ,         face painting @ the block party    . 

              “  okay  .  .  .  before  i  give  you  the  mirror  ,  remember  you  gave  me  free  reign  to  paint  whatever  i  wanted  ,  “  tongue  pokes  into  the  side  of  her  cheek  like  she’s  on  the  precipice  of  a  masterpiece  ,  finishing  touches  brushed  onto  the  side  of  a  cheek  already  decorated  with  a  design  of  her  choice  .  there’s  a  soft  breath  blown  on  their  side  of  their  face  to  help  the  paint  settle  ,  patting  the  wet  remnants  into  their  place  .  “  close  your  eyes  ,  “  request  comes  with  a  giggle  ,  mirror  held  up  to  their  face  as  soon  as  lids  fall  shut  .  “  okay  ,  open  !  “  there’s  a  smile  that  tugs  at  the  corners  of  her  face  that  slowly  dissipates  ,  second  guessing  before  a  reaction  can  even  be  made  .  “  oh  no  .  .  .  do  you  hate  it  ?  i  can  wipe  it  off  ⸺  but  it’s  festive  !  at  least  keep  it  on  for  like  thirty  minutes  .  .  .  “  and  there  it  was  ,  the  poked  out  lip  ,  the  doe  eyes  she  never  hesitated  to  use  to  her  advantage  .  “  pleeaasseee  ?  “

[betsyheavens]

" i know, i know! " he's not apprehensive, far from it really, only playing up the facade of such simply for the theatrics, to get a rise out of ollie just enough for it to be entertaining and quell the growing restlessness from sitting rigid. this pass of her brush is particularly cold, especially matched against the muggy air of willow glen— his nose scrunches, flinching out of reflex, but quickly followed with whispered. " sorry, 's cold. i don't even know why i let you do this— you know how ticklish i am. " but, before he knew it, she beckoned his eyes open; finally, a witness to ollie's masterpiece! he hesitated, a quick one-two beat before catching his own reflection in the mirror: a sunset, cotton-candy skies with clouds framing his right cheekbone and leading up into the temple. not bruise-like at all, which he was afraid of. " y'fuckin' did it, picasso! you think you can add some, i dunno, birds? make sure people know it's the sky and not, like, heaven or whatever. how much do i owe you, ollie pop? "

[cl0vrs]

✴︎ 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧    𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫,    𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬    𝙨𝙦𝙪𝙖𝙧𝙚    𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙘𝙠    𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙮.

━━━         ✴︎      "   what   !   there's   a   wet   t   -   shirt   contest   ?   …   fuck   ,   i   knew   i   should've   gotten   that   boob   job.   "   savannah   isn't   kidding,   mouth   hung   open   reading   the   events   list   for   the   block   party.   "   fuuuck.   “   fingers are folding   the   brochure   and   stuffing   it   into   the   back   pocket   of   her   denim   shorts.   eyes   look   far   off,   like   someone   crunching   the   numbers   on   how   they   might   achieve   an   impossible   task.   “   i   don't   even   care   about   the   prize,   i'm   so   serious.   i   just   think   it'd   be   a   fun   achievement   ...   ”   she   speaks   candidly,   like   someone   who   has   no   concept   of   candor,   or   shame.   ”   well,   i'm   glad   i   wore   my   cool   girl   bra   today.   i   was   wondering   if   that   fuck   ass   bartender   from   frank's   would   be   around   here   somewhere   ...   "   eyes   shielded   in   the   sun,   peering   at   passing   faces   …   no   success.   "   look   at   me — keeping   an   eye   out   for   a   man   with   a   twin   bed,   wishing   she   could   win   a   wet   t-shirt   contest.   my   family   would   be   so   proud   of   me   ...   hey — wait,   you   should   compete   in   the   contest   !   you   could   totally   win.   "

[betsyheavens]

something about the copeland candor— jonah hasn't been around her brother enough to know, but a reputation sure precedes him, and it seemed that gene was easily shared between the two. he finally looks up from the drink he's nursing, some abysmally large and overpriced lemonade, but what was a summer block party if not loaded with lemonade, something sweet, and good company? " you've still got a fightin' chance; i don't think yours are too far gone. " there was obvious sarcasm in his tone, his lower lip jutted out, mimicking the expression of deep thought. " does he even have a name? or is he just going to be fuck ass bartender with a twin bed from now on? i still can't believe you're hooked on him, by the way. " a twin bed would be a no-brainer walkout for jonah, and has been, with his brief dip into 'the apps.' " now that i think about it, y'think fuck ass bartender swings both ways? maybe i'm interested, seeing how he's got you so bad. my wet t-shirt look is totally gonna steal his heart, sav. watch out. "

[cinematicsource]

CHALLENGERS Dir. Luca Guadagnino (2024)

[oxford-comma-luver]

i forgot how funny justice league unlimited was

[betsyheavens]

* ⤷ open starter, 5/5 replies ─── the afternoon, around 4:00pm, nursing a can of highly-decorated sardines @ lotus bazaar.

" i've never understood it— " the words punched out, spoken as an obligation than a real interest to strike up conversation. go out, make friends, really get to know your neighbors! all advice given to him as of recent, thankfully wrapped in a pretty bow by the order of dr. roth herself. his therapist, of course. " the whole... tinned fish thing? like, why is this twenty dollars, for starters? and why are so many things in here fish themed? ─── i mean, who needs a wallet with a sardine on it? " then, a laugh, breathy, still erring on the side of awkwardness, surely off-kilter from the media-trained jonah chernykh most were used to. he was trying to make friends! sue him; this shit's hard! " really, and be truthful with me, now... would you buy that? "

[betsyheavens]

⋆ ⭒˚｡ [ nicholas galitzine, cis man, he/him, muse w ] was that jonah chernykh i just saw over at flo's? you know, the thirty year old left defenseman for the dallas lone stars that’s been around willow glen for four years. people around town say they can somehow both be volatile and magnetic, but if you were to ask them, they’d probably say they’re more like strands of auburn sticking to his forehead after a long game, the look of determination within one's eyes, following a legacy of your own but unsure if you really want it, losing sight of yourself as you grow older, and the scent of cashmere and a bonfire. the town sure has been rumbling about them lately, apparently they have their career on the rocks due to consistently missing games and practice, as well as the bad press received by his association alone... but who knows if that’s true, i guess i’ll just have to stop by the juniper and find out!

⁰¹ˑ appearance. ⁰²ˑ musings. ⁰³ˑ threads. ⁰⁴ˑ wanted connections.

full name. jonah aleksander chernykh / birth date. july 27th, 1996 / gender + pronouns. cis man, he/him/his / sexuality. bisexual, biromantic / occupation. professional hockey player, current left defenseman for the dallas lone stars / education. bachelor's in journalism from boston university with a minor in photography / marital status. married, divorced / ethnicity. mixed white, russian, greek / religion. agnostic, raised eastern orthodox / spoken language(s). english, turkish (very basic), russian, french, greek (very basic) / hometown. manhattan, new york, usa / traits. introverted, indecisive, multi-faceted, passionate, empathetic, shifty

faceclaim. nicholas galitzine / height. 6ft 3in / hair color. medium brown, red-toned / eye color. hazel / piercing(s). singular lobes in both ears / tattoo(s). a small 'amor fati' on his upper left arm / scar(s). various knicks across his arms and legs after plenty of stitches growing up

parents. vasiliy chernykh (father), seline chernykha née andros (mother)

siblings. [first name] chernykha (sister, wanted connection)

spouse. yasmin nazif-chernykha (former, divorced)

children. not applicable

others of note. to be determined

backstory, how did we get here?

jonah chernykh, like many of his counterparts, learned how to skate soon after he could walk. by the time of his birth, both of his parents had settled into sensible jobs after earlier career stints in their lives, having conceived him at a later age than most. born as a first-generation american to vasiliy chernykh and seline chernykha (née andros), the pair settled there after vasily’s brief hockey career within the uk’s elite ice hockey league ended. a former goalie whose allegiances were split between the cardiff devils and belfast giants, he retired at the age of forty after seline, a fashion publicist-turned-executive and thirty-eight at the time, got word of her transferral to the united states’ office, based in new york city. only then did they finally consider a family, approaching or in their forties with no kids and finally ready to see stability within their home life, now that the two did not require a constantly-stamped passport integral to their own careers, as they could not see a family viably raised with one or the other parents constantly jetting off during their child’s former years. soon, jonah was born at the new york-presbyterian hospital in manhattan, with his younger sister coming soon after.

they were both raised as your typical rich kids in the west village—shuffling through close-knit private schools where everyone’s families echoed the same stories of wealth both old and new. his interest in hockey started as nothing but an obligation, something where he was chauffeured to the rink after school only to make his father happy. for a while, he was that small kid, sticking out like a sore thumb with the way his gear seemed to look a bit too big on him, steady on the ice but unable to really provide any real offense or defense to opposing teams. that reason alone had his mind set elsewhere, already thinking about the future and whatever path it would bring—something sensible, something more than just hockey.

jonah originally wanted to be a traveling journalist, specifically a music photographer, spending time touring with his favorite musicians and bands. hockey was only his way to get into college, having prioritized it after a strict conditioning schedule from his father the moment he turned thirteen. diligently, through blood, sweat, and tears, he eventually proved to college scouts that he was good enough to play defense for boston university’s campus team, and the legacy of his father’s career sure helped out with that. despite his growing commitment, now seeing the sport fully-fleshed and under a new light of recognition, his heart had yet to be fully in it. due to that, he did not commit until he turned twenty, the final age someone could be to get scouted by the nhl.

it was at his first game, originally playing locally to boston post-grad where he met her: yasmin. he was much too nervous and in his head to see anyone but the tunnel-vision he had on the ice. it was only when she wove through a crowd exiting after the game, pen and paper in hand like some old time-y reporter, sporting a hunger he had never felt for anything in his life that could rival hers. she went through the team, asking for testimonials about their performance during the first game of the season. needless to say, he was shitting himself, losing even the modicum of composure he had left, almost shaking from that post-match adrenaline rush in-part, but mostly? it led back to her. he’d turned on the charm enough, all he could muster up after enough years of media training both formal and informal, under the strict, watchful eyes of his parents. but, of course, he let her go, being swept into a sea of other reporters who flocked to the team the moment she had walked away, thinking he’d never see her again.

he didn’t believe in fate or destiny, not until she showed up to his next game, and the next, and the next. it took three whole tries for him to muster up the courage and finally ask her to dinner. to this day, that breezy summer night in chicago (an away game) walking by the shores of lake michigan after grabbing heaps of pasta at a local italian restaurant, is still his most vivid memory. that day can only come to him in dreams, now.

for a while, their love seemed idyllic—star-crossed lovers, in a way, with one as a rising sports journalist, whose stories line the centerfold of every hit publication, and jonah gaining notoriety in his own regard as he grew in the ranking of trade prospects and outside brand deals. they joined the legion of it couples, being photographed across the world, attending events such as the monaco grand prix, championship games during hockey off-season, and high-profile tennis matches in the u.s. and u.k., to name a few. their home base resided in boston when he initially asked her to move in with him, with easy access to new york city just by train and a quick flight to other east coast sporting hubs. but, neither of them spent more than two weeks confined to their shared apartment. they wanted to see the world, and did so together. he’d never described himself as an extrovert—quite the opposite, and a homebody in his natural resting state, but nothing made him more happy than to see the specific way her eyes sparkled the moment they touched down somewhere new.

just four years ago, he was drafted to the dallas lone stars. he and yasmin moved here together—he wouldn’t have taken the job if not for her, given their rise in notoriety amongst the league. jonah had other options, sure, but it was her push that brought the two to texas. they originally settled in downtown dallas, but quickly needed a much quieter home base to spend their days. then came willow glen.

despite playing for notable teams prior, he hadn’t been presented with this level of commitments until joining the lone stars just four years ago—from local events and activations, to press conferences, rigorous training schedules, to longer seasons than he had been used to days before. with yasmin’s own schedule getting busy, too, neither of them seemed to have time for each other anymore. miscommunication, prioritization (or a lack of, on jonah’s part)—he seemed swept into the current, unable to stay steady. while he could stay afloat, his relationship couldn’t. almost two years of trying to work it out eventually capitulated into their public divorce, plastered across multiple webpages and publications, with the separation only recently being finalized this past winter.

both teammates and friends, while they didn’t know exactly what was happening, could see the fundamental change in who jonah was. he used to be the guy who always showed up, who made time for people regardless of how busy his schedule was. now? nothing more than a faint memory, his presence fleeing, and many growing resentful of who he’s become.

he’s only recently emerged, making the commitment to show up to every practice, at the least, thankfully welcomed back under a renewed contract negotiated for under tooth and nail. jonah can only hope to rebuild and repair his life in willow glen, now without half of his heart by his side.

headcanons ──

following the divorce and after he moved into his own one bedroom apartment in the juniper, he adopted a black cat from the local animal shelter, naming her ripley after the main character from the movie alien. she also goes by rip!

he still practices film photography to this day, but more so as a hobby, never seeing himself pursuing it as a career unless it is post-retirement. though, he's in for the long haul with hockey. he doesn't have his own studio, but rents out time for a darkroom with a local art collective.

he's not a big sports fan himself, as he wants nothing more than to keep the entire industry of work and his personal life separate, but he does have season passes to the texas rangers — something about baseball really gets him excited, but not too overstimulated like other fast-paced sports.

in reality, he's such an introvert, and needs a lot of time to decompress, which is why he can disappear for days at a time, only really showing signs of life through liked instagram posts and one-off texts.

his two favorite things in the world are live music and ice cream sundaes. both of those are non-negotiables, making summer and the transition into autumn his two favorite times of year.

wanted connections ──

confidante, 25+, any gender (open): this person has seen it all; the good, the bad, and the ugly. for some reason? they still stay, and jonah couldn't be more grateful than he is, even if he doesn't know how to particularly show it. they don't take any of his shit and, in turn, he tries to be there for them, and really show up.

good influence, 25+, any gender (open): following the divorce, he went through a very bad #young ho and party phase, that of which didn't seem concerning, at first. but, when it became routine, this person felt compelled enough to step in and redirect his attention elsewhere. gym buddies, going to craft workshops together, just hanging out in a way that is healthy and productive, without the use of substances, is how they connect.

bad influence(s), 25+, any gender (open): unlike the good influence, this person is the opposite. they think that jonah hadn't experienced single life to his full potential, especially since he's been in a stable relationship for the past decade, and think that he could go much wilder than what he had done previously. this person is always inviting him out, pushing him to try new things that may not be the best, but hey, they have fun! taken by brooks copeland.

keeping a warm bed, 25+, any gender (closed): nothing more than an arrangement to keep certain needs fulfilled, especially when attention comes into play. both of them know this is very superficial and won't go any further, but do so any way for the fun of it. taken by savannah copeland.

a falling out, 25+, any gender (open): these two used to be close, but during the divorce, they were the first person to be on the receiving end of jonah's change in attitude. despite his constant apology, the cycle would start all over again, and this friendship became highly toxic and one-sided, resulting in your muse cutting all ties. this would have been earth-shattering to him, and he still feels very awkward and in the dark regarding whether or not he should reach out and make amends, or just let things be.

failed date(s), 25+, any gender (open): following the divorce, he got stir crazy and felt like he needed to just see if he could still have the capacity to date, mostly to prove to himself but, in part, to make yasmin jealous. so, he tried dating apps, quite literally anything available to him, and ended up matching with your muse, only after ghosting plenty. this could've gone well but they've decided to just be friends because he's not particularly ready yet, or gone totally sour and now it's awkward also seeing them around town, the world is our oyster! taken by mavis riley.

miscellaneous: friends of circumstance / to advance each other's careers, colleagues, enemies for very petty reasons, neighbors who hate him, crushes but he won't act upon them because he's still #down bad for his ex, drunken one night stands, people he's accidentally or intentionally ghosted, etc.

[ngalitzine]

NICHOLAS GALITZINE as MANFRED — 100 NIGHTS OF HERO (2025) dir. Julia Jackman

[junkfoodcinemas]

Dogma (1999)