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@stealsallofthehearts
Independent Roleplay/Ask Blog For Pavi Largo, A “Repo! The Genetic Opera” Character.
Established November 2012, Re-Established March 2019.
10+ Years Experience.
Selective.
Multiship & Multiverse.
Mun & Muse Of Age.
Written By Duckie.
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{OOC: Heyooo! So, I’m back roleplaying Pavi, again! However, I’m starting a clean slate. Please, disregard this blog’s portrayal of Pavi, his story, interactions, etc, etc. This is Pavi 2.0!}
{{Eyyy, so this blog is gonna be inactive, real soon...I’m gonna make a new blog, but this time, I’m making some major changes to how I play Pavi. Ignore everything on this blog. My new one is unattached to this portrayal of Pavi. If you see me around, hmu!!}}
This Is War || Pavi & Tina
tina-hewitt-largo:
She knew that that comment of hers would raise his ego and she didn’t care. She wanted to show him what he meant to her and to others, too. He was a real God. And he should feel it more. A snort came from her as she smirked and chuckled. “The headlines? Yes! Do it, Largo! I will be the one to fill all the headlines and no one is going to pay any attention to you anymore.” She teased him back, obviously joking. As he commented that, pressing his lips onto her own, she placed a sweet kiss on his soft feminine lips, before moaning into it. “You think so?” laughed Tina.
stealsallofthehearts:
❝Oh, please! As if-a Sanitarium could keep-a their noses in-a the papers long enough to even read-a the date if The Pavi was not documented inside!❞ the grotesquely masked man cockily vaunted himself, ❝Hmm, but-a the same can be said for-a his luxuriant Wife, no? I suppose, we’ll just have to share-a the headline! We’ll have-a the whole city on-a their knees, just for us!❞ Pavi declared with an overstating gesture before sweeping her body against his as they shared their affections. ❝I-a know so! Besides, we’re-a rich, and-a we’re famous! Not to mention we have beauty on our-a side, no? How hard can it be?❞
Jealousy Bug || Pavi & Tina
tina-hewitt-largo:
She was standing there, examining them both. Their exoressions, their tiny little movements, as they weighed each other. That fan of hers would be truly in trouble if he so dared try anything else.
Tina smirked next. She lowered her eyes, looking at her shoes for a second, smiling to herself. Yes, she never left Pavi’s side, just like she knew he would never leave hers. She came running back to him just like he would also come running back to her, should anything happen with him. As the young boy left and Pavi slothered a slender arm around her waist, placing such a hot and fervent kiss upon her soft lips, she smiled, wrapping her arms around his lower waist and pulling him gently to her, kissing him back deeply. The kiss lasted for a minute, before they pulled back a little. Tina smirked. “You know… it does feel good to have fans like that, though. It boosts your self-esteem, no?” She giggled, knowing that he would probably get more jealous, but she couldn’t not say it at that moment.
stealsallofthehearts:
Pavi, from a direct and intense perspective, understood her feeling empowered by the fans she encountered. He was the type of person whom demanded incessant praise to even adequately function, so it made a lot of sense to him that she’d feel in such the way...but that didn’t hinder the flush of jealousy that smothered him.
Snubbing the sentiment, he averted his bitter gaze in no particular direction, and swanned away in aimless intention, staying within earshot to ensure he was still heard. ❝Oh, si. Why wouldn’t you want boundless men falling at-a your feet? It’s-a not like you’re married or anything-a meaningless such as that!❞ he sarcastically bit, inspecting his nails for the fifth time that afternoon. Pavi was a hypocrite at the pinnacle of its meaning. As someone who revelled in GENterns and busty, young chicks worshipping the very ground he walked on, who was he to tell Tina she couldn’t feel the same? Well, he was Pavi Largo, of course...and The Pavi always ranked top.
tina-hewitt-largo:
Tina tried not to laugh but she couldn’t help it. She laughed out loud before forcing herself to stop, her cheeks blushing from giggling so hard. “Pavi… I can’t believe you have a dance of your own!!” Her voice came out like a total squeal at the end of her phrase as laughter started again. “Even customers..!! Stop it!”
stealsallofthehearts:
Thoroughly exasperated, Pavi let out a laborious sigh as if to expel any remaining botheration before taking a swift sip from a half-empty bottle of champagne earlier abandoned by Amber. ❝I’m staying up here. I am not going back-a downstairs until this whole thing blows over, and you cannot-a make-a me!❞ he protested prematurely, before she’d even tried to do as such - just as a precaution.
continued // x // @tina-hewitt-largo
tina-hewitt-largo:
“But I do!! I have my clit!! A clit is like a female penis! Come suck her!”
stealsallofthehearts:
❝Well, if-a you do so insist...! Someone’s-a frisky, tonight-a, no? Well, how could one not be when faced with-a my natural charm? Not even the best can resist-a the allure of The Pavi!❞
continued // x // @tina-hewitt-largo
tina-hewitt-largo:
She was fearing the worst of him. She blinked with a frozen, tight smile on her face, backing up a little bit as she really saw what was coming for her. Yet, no matter how ready she was for it or not, when he screamed, she jumped and gasped, rushing to explain. “Baby, I know, I know… It was an actual accident, please don’t tell uncle, he will kill me, please don’t tell uncle, my Pavi, please don’t, I will try to fix it– I have no idea how, but I will try!!”
stealsallofthehearts:
❝Avviate un incendio sulla nostra proprietà e ora vuoi che sia tranquillo! L'audace!!❞ Pavi lamented in what could only be described as a vast over-dramatisation, but perfectly in congruence with his theatrical personality. Pressing the back of his hand to his forehead in feigned sickness, he was virtually every director’s dream actor as he flaunted around the place like a peacock on parade. ❝What a mess! So, what’s-a your plan? Are you going to piss on it?❞ he queried in terrible taste of humour.
continued // x // @tina-hewitt-largo
tina-hewitt-largo:
With the way and demeanour Pavi spoke, Tina thought that he meant her face was… ugly to him that day. She was always one to take care of herself, never allowing a tiny shadow of doubt and imperfection stain her perfect features. But his comment really made her think. Was she ugly? Had she not taken so much care that day that her face was just… mediocre… and he wanted it perfect? Insecurity started hitting her for maybe the second or third time in her life, which was why she had reacted so harshly. She never ever believed what she told him. His face, his real face, never disgusted her. Ever.
At his reply, she froze after the door closed and her eyes widened. She turned immediately to open the door again and faced his back as he was seated with his back turned to the door. “Wait…” She said, walking to him. “I thought you said I was ugly!!!! I was ugly, not having taken good care of my face today!!!! I thought you meant it was mediocre while you always want it perfect!!! You made me believe I am disgusting to you!!” She yelled, her cheeks now red with anger. She had to be careful with the babies she had and not anger herself too much, but at that point she was furious.
stealsallofthehearts:
His imperfections seemed to torment him like a viscous disease. He could sit there for hours, and apply, re-apply, and experiment with all the makeup Sanitarium city had to offer, but no matter how proficient he appeared to be in faking it, the faults were still there, lingering beneath the surface like a crack in the porcelain; a snag in the silk. He could wear masks purloined from pretty, young girls, minimise the scars with whatever surgery his body could physically tolerate, and yet...there was always something. If it wasn’t something else, it was her. His Wife. A reminder, every day, that he would never, ever be as beautiful. Sometimes, he just couldn’t stomach to look at her. She was ethereally perfect, no matter what she wore, no matter what she did. No matter how tired, sick, or emotional. She was dazzling.
He clamped his eyes shut as her fucking voice seemed to rock the dresser he was seated at. She was complaining about feeling ugly? Her? Her, of all people? He swallowed, hard. He opened his eyes. He stood up to walk towards her, and he paused. Just for a moment, there was a volatile flicker beneath the mask. He could do it, right now. He could take her face, just like he took all the rest...oh, but love was a funny thing, wasn’t it? Love was...love was the flutter he felt when the back of his hand caressed her cheek. It was the sweet aroma of her perfume as he breathed in the air around them. It was the glimmer of care he saw behind the anger in her eyes. It was the fact that, beneath it all, he knew that they were meant to be. He chuckled. ❝...You’re so ignorant.❞ he offhandedly remarked as his arm dropped dejectedly back down to his side. He turned, and retrieved his Mother’s hand mirror from the dresser, angling it to show her her own reflection. ❝Look at-a yourself. Tell me what-a you see.❞ he implored, ❝Because anything less than aesthetic sublimity is a blatant misjudgement. You are...single-handedly...the purest form of-a beauty this world has to offer...❞ murmured Pavi in utter candid sentiment, then turning the mirror to him, he smiled sadly...if you looked really hard, you could virtually see his heart breaking inside. It showed in his eyes. ❝What you have...it makes me want to die.❞
{Meme} ❝Get out. Your face is making me sick, today.❞ (FUCK ME UP, TINA)
Tina froze, feeling a cold rush going up her spine at her husband’s words. She blnked a few times, slowly turning to him to face him, her lips agape with shock. “W-what?” She whispered, feeling her heart skipping beats almsot every five seconds. “What did you say, Pavi?” She replied, her voice sounding as if she hadnt been this hurt in forever. But then, the Largo in her took over. Her expression hardened and she straightened up in front of him. “Your own face makes me sick every day! You’re lucky you got your masks on, or else you’d disgust me for all I know!” She said bitterly, storming out of the room.(// FUCK YEAH DRAMAAAAAAAAA!)
stealsallofthehearts:
That, expressly, was Pavi’s argument. The unforgiving flickers of malignant jealousy were aflame in azure eyes. Despite his pretentious “I’m-prettier-than-all-of-you” bravado, he was actually a deeply and wickedly insecure man, and a barer of a terrible temper when he felt his excellence was threatened.
❝Precisely! I cannot-a stand to see you looking so - mmmmm, sumptuous, when I have to spend hours getting ready to present even half as decently! So, please - don’t forget not to let-a the door hit your ass on-a the way out, you malicious Barbie doll!❞
...A bit passive aggressive, Pavi.
tina-hewitt-largo:
Not once in her life time did she believe that this would happen to them. It seemed like they were perfect and all the rest in Sanitarium were flawed. Seeking Zydrate in the streets, begging for surgeries that were not necessary, having them just for cosmetic reasons, and suffering because there were not rich like them. Tina always believed that they would never fall into the trap. They would be better than anybody, even Rotti himself. One day… With patience…
Seeing him with the dagger he used on all others but her, was shocking her to her very core. It shook her into believing her husband, the one she called the love of her life and trusted the most, even more than she trusted herself, would indeed kill her and take her face. The one he so much adored from the moment she was born until now. The mere thought of it made her shake and her heart hurt in agony and misery. Her Pavi? Was he capable of…? But before she even finished her thought in her mind, he took a step forward, ready to seemingly charge at her. It was that that made her finally throw her own dagger at him. Or was it?… For a moment or two she thought that she was capable for everything; including throwing her dagger at him either he decided to charge at her or not. She wanted him to stop. In general. Stop lying to her, stop trying to give her excuses for what he did. It was a time that they had both forgotten about Graciella being alone in the other room. Her almond-shaped, hazel eyes widened as she saw him bleeding from the upper part of is arm. Her dagger was stuck into the wall next to him, so she was helpless. In case he charged at her, she could only use her body to stop him. If she could… Her body shook as a whole and a terrified gasp fell from her as he moved towards her with an anger she hadn’t seen in him before. She tried to escape, run away from him, but he was fast. A cry escaped her as he pinned her with his bare hands against the wall, shutting her eyes with the hit and opening them again to look at him. Her body was unmoving. She didn’t try to push him away or kick him. She didn’t care at that point. His face was distorted into a mad, crazed one. It scared her. “Come on, take it!! TAKE IT!!! KILL ME!!!!” She pressed her lips together for maybe half a minute before they relaxed and trembled, her sight getting blurry as tears welled up in those red from crying eyes before falling. Her face contracted with an upcoming sob. The evidence he wanted that she had regretted it all was this. She couldn’t say anything, her eyebrows frowned in sorrow and her eyes showed only pain for what she had done to him.
She blinked, letting more tears fall from her hurting hazel pools, now seeing him more clearly. But now he seemed as though he would fall. She blinked more, her eyebrows furrowing as she got worried. “Pavi! Amore!!” She almost screamed when he fainted, being as fast as to grab him before he hit the ground completely and keeping him somewhat steady before she let him touch the floor and she half-knelt, half-fell on him while sobbing. Her words were mixed and unintelligible from her sobbing and her state of mind being one step away from getting mad. “I’m sorry…” She sobbed, wrapping one arm around his shoulder and then the other around his neck, laying onto his side and burying her wet face in his neck, wetting it with her tears. “Per favore… Ti amo…”
stealsallofthehearts:
When she grew in to the marvellous jewel that was her mature form, it seemed her face was the melody he’d long forgotten how to sing. To purloin it for his own would be to obtain ultimate wealth...oh, but no matter how deeply he ached to thieve it for his own, it seemed Tina was the one diamond among the coal that he categorically couldn’t slaughter. What was it about this woman? She was the complex desire his very core thirsted for, she was the fetish he couldn’t subdue. To be without her would be to lose part of himself.
It was no surprise to Pavi when he hazily woke up in one of GeneCo’s hospital beds. Immediately, he assumed the worst: Tina was gone, she’d left him, she hated him. No other but a GENtern by his side, before Pavi’s vision had even properly cleared, he shot the question, ❝Where’s-a my wife?❞, wincing slightly as a sharp pain shot through his head, passing as quickly as it came. The GENtern looked shocked as she tried to explain his predicament, but knew better than not to answer the question Mr. Largo was so desperate to ask. Just below Rotti, he was essentially one of her bosses, and after all, she had overheard Mrs. Largo in conversation with her caffeine-obsessed cousin, and knew the answer of which he was seeking. A low, dangerous growl rumbled at the back of his throat when Pavi learned of Tina’s whereabouts...Pleasant Valley. Of course. Of course, she would run straight back to that accursed place to be with that disgusting pig. Pavi clambered out of bed, ignoring any stiffness or weakness of joints, on the hunt for the his enemy with the sole intention of destroying him. He would go to Pleasant Valley, and find out just exactly what was going on. Just as he reached the door, ❝Mr. Largo, wait! The results of your paternity test are in!❞ the GENtern warily called. Pavi stopped dead in his tracks. He didn’t turn towards her, instead as still as ice, just asking the question, ❝...Si?❞. The GENtern shook her head, blonde curls bouncing with the movement, ❝The child isn’t yours, Mr. Largo. As you already assumed, Julianna was wrong.❞ she further explained, ❝She took the first train out of town when she heard the news.❞.
Well, well, well...a fleeting moment of silence passed before Pavi’s breaths slowly but surely increased to a raucous of laughter. Oh, how he’d love to throw that in their faces...and Tina...perhaps, this was the key to her forgiveness...perhaps, he could use it to coax her in to coming back...and if not...well...
tina-hewitt-largo:
Tina loved it when Pavi was watching her like that. She loved having the feeling of him eyeing her up and down, just like she was eyeing him up and down right now. She glued her hazel eyes on his own, his new face, his shining jet black hair, his perfect, lean body. At his remark, she let out a pleasant laugh, enjoying their little flirting game. “You like them? They’re yours!” She said, smirking and kissing the tip of his nose. “Your girls!” She teased him, licking her lips and nidding repeatedly at his questions, grinning as they progressed. “The trip was nice, uncle will be satisfied with the business I made with that company. But si, amore mio, mio bello ragazzo, ti ho mancato tanto!!! E tu? Mi ha mancato, amore?” She tilted her head to the side, innocently, grinning at him.
stealsallofthehearts:
A magisterial purr rumbled at the back of his throat as he impetuously yanked her towards him, closing the gap between their two bodies, and gazing profoundly in to her honey pools. ❝Any moment spent without you at my side is a moment of tremendous desire, amore mia...I missed you more than the Spring misses May.❞ declared the masked killer, his fascination with his beloved never dying. ❝Now, what was that you said about-a your tits being mine-a...? I might have to hold you to those-a words...❞ Pavi crooned with a devilish smirk, his face dangerously close to hers.
continued // x // @tina-hewitt-largo
tina-hewitt-largo:
Tina loved being picked up and spun around by her husband. So, as he did so, her grin grew bigger and she let out a happy giggle, huging him tightly. “Aw, amore, anche sei tu, bellissimo e carino come sempre!!” She kissed his lips deeply, grinning at him. “How is my amore?”
stealsallofthehearts:
The cloudless azure of Pavi’s eyes darted over the feminine contours of her body, taking in each and every luscious, alluring aspect, almost as if to make sure nothing had changed since her departure. ❝I’m as well as-a your tits are perky, amore!❞ lewdly grinned the madman, the smooth, manicured texture of his palms gliding over the silky goodness of her forearms. ❝How was-a your trip? Did-a you miss me...? Hm? La mia bella signorina mi ha mancato...?❞
tina-hewitt-largo:
They were the best couple. Never boring, never stable or stagnant. Always rolling and unpredictable. And this was something even Tina couldn’t predict. How did Pavi, her Pavi, do this to her? Hot tears like small fires burned her pale cheeks as they rolled down her cheek. Her eyes shot open as they met with the gleam of the familiar blade he was using every time e wanted to de-face his victims. ‘His women’, as she was always referred to them with all the hatred of this world boiling and burning in her for them. Still tightly holding her favorite dagger in her hand, one that Luigi had given her many years ago, her eyes remained fixated at the glowing metal in his hand. Her ears hurt from his manic laugh and her eyes moved from his blade ro his face. She was disturbed by him. For the first time in her whole life she was scared of him. Awfully scared. Shaking her head and raising her dagger a little, she smirked. “Pensi che sono un’ altra delle tue cagne, no?” She laughed again, showing her own disturbed mind. “Prendila!! Take my face, if that’s what you want, Paviche!!!” She shouted, more tears streaming down her face, staining it with her make up and creating a few black lines on her cheeks from where the tears had run with her eye pencil and mascara. After a second, she gasped lightly and, with a sudden movement, she raised her armed arm, quickly throwing her dagger at him just to scare him. She aimed successfully at the wall right next to his arm but she made a shocking surprise just then. His flawless sleeve was being stained with blood. She had accidentally scratched his arm… Another gasp escaped her, now total fear shadowing her eyes. “Pavi…”
stealsallofthehearts:
Just for a moment, a flicker of alacrity sparked within him. It suddenly dawned on him that he could, indeed, take her face, if he so wanted. Nothing was stopping him from just darting for the stained porcelain of her cheek with the dagger he held so readily in hand. In fact, it would be all too easy. No one was around to stop him from satiating the sick violence that swam ever since tiny Tina had blossomed in to the pure ethereal excellency that was her mature body. Just for a second, a split moment, he thought he could actually do it. But as quick as it came, the thought diminished back in to frustration and delirium.
It seemed as though he might make another attempt to lull her in to submission, the nature of his tactics switching from second to second. It was as though his inner psyche couldn’t decide what to do or how to feel. Everything was crashing in on him, all at once, producing hysteria and dissociation instead of a established direction in which to move forwards. He teetered unsteadily, vibrating with frenzy as he settled his next move. Taking a weighted step towards her, his intentions were unclear as he still held the dagger, poised ready, but before he could close the distance between them, he was made shocked by a swift flick of her wrist, followed by a raw and all too familiar sting upon his upper arm, which soon provoked a greater reaction from the dizzyingly maddened Largo. Primal instincts taking hold, Pavi discarded his weapon without second thought, using bare vigour to pin her almost immovably against the wall by her shoulders, his throat burning with a thousand words to scream, but none of them making it out. He wanted to tell her how much it hurt, how much of an emotional blow it truly was to have the woman he so obsessively loved betray him like this. The physical laceration was of no damage in comparison to the torment his mentality was being so cruelly thrust in to. How could she? How could she? Pavi desperately searched her eyes for remorse, for any sign she might crack and just take it all back, but his vision was blurring, his chest burning with each intake of breath he struggled to take. In his inability to regulate the pace of his breathing, he began to feel weak, dropping in to a state of unconsciousness as he slipped to the floor with the last thing he saw being a chaotic mess of stars and a once love lost to the abyss of tragedy his life had become.
Developed did the results of the paternity test down in one of GeneCo’s many labs on the 21st floor, its outcome: ...Well, that would be for Tina to find out in due time.
tina-hewitt-largo:
Tina blinked and looked in space for a little bit, feeling better after being steadied by her husband. “Huh? Luigi!!!” She suddenly said with delight, grinning up at him and then at the ceiling.
Her cheeks were blushed and she seemed like she would be up for some fun with him.
stealsallofthehearts:
❝Oh-a, no...Luigi could never give you what I’m about to give-a you, cara mia!❞ Pavi chuckled in a low, gravelly rumble from the back of his throat as a persuasive arm around the arch of her shoulder pulled her efficiently in the direction of their suite.
The wicked things he could entice her in to while she was in this pleasing state of intoxication were delightfully abundant, and heavy at the forefront of his mind. ❝Come, come, relax-a...I will bring you some more wine...❞ he crooned menacingly as oceanic eyes locked on her like a target.
gcnctics:
She didn’t know whether to lean in closer to Pavi and away from the crowd, or into the crowd and away from Pavi. She ended up doing neither, and folding in on herself defensively. She looked at the woman behind the bar with half-envy, finding her pretty, yet much more revealing than she, herself, was comfortable with. She took the wine with wide eyes. What her father would do if he could see her now…. “I mean….I’ve never even had wine before.” He brings the glass up to her nose to smell it, and cringed. It smelled repulsive, much worse than the wine her father had with dinner, on the rare occasion they ate together.
stealsallofthehearts:
Such a shy && delicate flower was she. Oh, but he knew how to strengthen her petals. With a swift && forceful motion, he tilted her glass against her lips in an overbold bid to assist her in taking down some of the full-bodied wine. ❝Mhm, that’s it, good-a girl-a!❞ he praised prematurely.
With an examining stare, Pavi pouted in fascination with the artistry of her features. ❝Ah, piccola gattina...you look so much like-a your mother. She was a wonderful woman-a...❞
