tiny dancer

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What makes you weird?

“Uh... I don’t know. I know Yakko’s Nations of the World song from Animaniacs by memory.” 

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What is your fondest memory of your home country?

“The beauty of it. Have you seen the mountain ranges or waterfalls? Or lakes and hot springs? Caves? Lagoons?” Nadia sounds wistful. She misses home. 

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Alex, Reid, Colton

You put me in an impossible position because I would not behead any of these people nor would I likely wed them. 

Wed- Alex. He’s the only one I’ve met so far and probably the one I’ll be spending the most time with. Bed- Reid. He’s very attractive  Behead- okay... I wouldn’t behead anyone. Can I just... bed Colton too? He’s also attractive. 

I don’t really like this game... 

@kingtulachoftheseas @fightreidfight @alexxlawrence​

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Most attractive people on the island?

“I haven’t seen very many people on the island… I only got here yesterday. But there are definitely a few people I’ve met who have caught my eye… I just don’t know names right off the top of my head. But then there are a few people I already know. Like Wendy and Cas. They are attractive.”

@victoriousvida @ofviolentdeath @casimirferdinand @wendywarwick @neptunesbelle

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Meme Wednesday

Wed, Bed, Behead.

Send my muse three names. You know the rest

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TRUTH SERUM!

[kena-diallo]

For the next 5 hours, my muse cannot lie about a n y t h i n g.

In character or not, anon or not, ask my muse whatever you want! Secret habits, diary entries, love interests, humiliating questions about their childhood, ANYTHING.

GO NUTS!

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alexxlawrence:

Alex merely glanced at the princess, turning his attention back to the planks before looking back at her again, his expression turning stormy as he stared at her. “Goddammit. Incompetent pieces of shits.” Alex growled, dropping the planks and turning fully to face the princess. He had told those sent off to Iceland to inform him the moment they had gotten back with the princess. Alex shook his head in frustration, even the smallest thing they managed to fuck up. “When did you get here? Have you been fed?”

Nadia dropped the planks, startled by his change in expression. “A few hours ago.” Nadia had been helping around the island where she could. Blending in as much as she could to those who had been here for a longer period of time to avoid questions. “No, everyone has been occupied.” 

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princess-wilhelmina:

Mina had been helping to clean up, sweaty and tired when she heard someone speak. “It was actually very nice,” she said as she wiped her forehead. “The beaches are still gorgeous for sure. But I have a feeling things will get back to normal soon.”

“Was it? I like beaches.” Nadia missed the beaches back home in Iceland. She missed her mountains. Her people. Her family. “With everyone pulling together like this, I’m sure it will be back to normal in no time.” That was one thing that Nadia noticed-- everyone was pulling their weight. 

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victoriousvida:

Shifting through some of the wood scattered about, Vida looked for anything that could be saved. Sadly though, it didn’t look like there was really much. Glancing up, she noticed the other woman and immediately took note of the fact that she was a royal. A new one, it seemed. “It looked like an island that hadn’t been hit by a storm,” she deadpanned.

Nadia glanced over at the other woman, pausing for a moment to take in the tone. Perhaps this island did not mean much to her, if she truly felt that’s all it was. “I suppose so,” Nadia said, breaking her gaze. “It seems like it was a pretty island.” None were quite as pretty as her home, though. But she was biased. 

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alexxlawrence:

Alex exhaled in frustration, his hands linked together on top of his head as he surveyed the damaged done to the docks with a pained look. The ships were okay, so far his eyes could tell. Crew walked around on them, bellowing orders and cleaning up the rubble that the storm had left. Alex held his hand up in a goodbye to those on the Trident, walking down the docks to help out at the Tulach House. It was the building that needed the most work doing to it. Alex had already sent word for someone to check out his villa, the only things of importance there being a necklace in a jewlery box, his phone charger, laptop and paperwork and the report had come back that all those things were absolutely fine. He threw himself into the work immediately, hauling anything burnable away to toss on the pile ready to set alight. Alex heaved a few planks on one shoulder, his shirt long discarded under the burning heat of the sun, glancing about before beckoning the person closest to him. “You. Load up my other shoulder for me.”

One did not often think of strength and equate it to ballerinas. It was usually grace and finesse. And those were both true-- but it also required a great deal of muscle and control to dance. So the girl loaded up a few of the planks into her arms.

Her problem, however, was the height difference. And no amount of training would make her grow. Nadia stretched up onto her tip-toes, trying to reach the planks up to him. 

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The past twenty-four hours had been hell. Nadia had been whisked away from her family-- and despite her kicking and punching and screaming, she was unable to return. The only silver lining was that she missed this god-awful storm that had apparently ravaged the island she would now be living on for an unforeseeable future. Nadia found herself with no time to grieve her loss of home and thrust into work. “Ah--” Nadia cursed under her breath as she felt her palm get scratched by sharp wood. “Makes me wonder what this place looked like before all of this,” she muttered, rubbing at her hand. 

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wendywarwick:

“If I get one more bloody splinter, I’m going to end up more wood than woman.” Wendy muttered as she moved yet another piece of wood out of the way of a walkway - or what had been a walkway, before the storm. Her hands were aching, but she pressed on, not wanting to piss any of the pirates around her off in an attempt to catch a break. 

“Do you want some help?” Nadia asked, glancing at the girl’s hands. Was she not offered gloves at the very least? Nadia grimaced at the sight of the splinters. “Let me take over for a bit while you rest.” 

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dancingmilla:

Milla thought she saw a familiar face in all this wreckage and was moving quickly towards the other, realizing how tired and out of breath she was when she got closer and that she probably looked like an absolute mess. “Crazy storm right?” She finally offered quietly.

“I wasn’t here when it happened,” Nadia said, glancing around. And it was a good thing too. It looked awful. It made her worry for her brothers, if there were here when it happened. “It looks terrible,” she confessed. “Was anyone hurt?” 

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blueblxod:

Carlos spent a long time making a little nest for the bird in the box, he was walking around the island in the morning and he saw the bird on the floor, he seemed to have his wing broken, he couldn’t just leave him like that, he didn’t seem to be a baby bird, he seemed to be an adult already, so wouldn’t be that hard to take care of him. He heard footsteps behind him, and already said something in case it was a pirate, not wanting them to think he would keep it. “I just will keep it until it gets better, I don’t intend to keep it as a pet.”

Nadia froze when the other spoke, still shaken from being captured. Jumpy that she might be carted off to somewhere new. But she relaxed once she realized the situation. “I wouldn’t tell anyone, if you did keep it,” Nadia murmured. “Did it fall?” She inched closer, wanting to see the little thing. 

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(Alycia Debnam Carey, bisexual, female) look who’s been captured; it’s Nadia Björnsson, a 24 year old princess of Iceland. She has been described as bright and stubborn. Hopefully she doesn’t cause any trouble. She is being watched by Zach McGowan. [Trish, 25, cst, she/her, none] 

hello!! my name is trish and this is my girl nadia!!

nadia has three loves: her brothers, her people, and ballet. 

1) being the only girl in the family, nadia grew up a bit spoiled. not enough to be spoiled rotten, but she was a bit sheltered. that changed when she came into her own role as princess and started working politically for her people. she can still be a tad bit naive, but not as painfully innocent as she was as a teenager. 

2) nadia loves her people and wants to protect them and make sure they are happy. she puts in a tremendous amount of work to try and make sure that they are getting what they need. an exhausting amount of work. 

3) nadia truly can unwind through dance-- specifically ballet. she started dancing as a little girl, and if she was not in a political position, she likely would have tried to go professional. but she can’t exactly walk away from her role as a princess. sometimes she dreams of it, though.

positives

gentle

compassionate

strong willed

playful 

protective

smart

negatives

stubborn

soft spoken

forgetful

overprotective

withdrawn

moody

connections

royal friends

betrothed (maybe, if we plot it out) 

“like family” friendships 

flirtationships 

fwbs

pirate friends 

pirate enemies