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𝖑𝖔𝖈𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓: the jade chimera
𝖋𝖔𝖗: everyone!
the only movement sign of life emanating from the small, obsidian building was a singular light, flickering in the window nearly invisible under the wind-beaten walls and temperamental alaska weather. a worn wooden sign creaked on its iron-posted resting place, a singular green chimera stamped upon it, the paint already chipping away. inside sat zoya suksai, amazonian among a row of a glass display cases each illuminated with some sort of witch-light bobbing precariously over its heads. she tapped a pointed heel against the ground, face pursed curiously. she could feel the rush of air on her back as her door whipped open. without raising her head she spoke, tone cool and exacting. “don’t touch that.” the object in question a many-faced mask mounted at the wall parallel to the entrance. “i’m inclined to think it should steal a part of your soul if you’ve come in here to dupe me.” her head tilted back so feline she may have been a pouncing panther. “that is if you still have one. my customers are many and sundry. don’t worry. i don’t judge.”
a little laugh falls from his lips, fingers merely inches away from the thingamabob, his finger teases a little, hovering closer and closer before pulling away to snap together. “ i’m not very good at doing what i’m told. ” he smirks, shoving his hands in his pockets as he saunters forward, eyes flittering from one object to the next. “ selin demirci sent me, ” he says as he crouches down to peek at one of the memorabilia below his eye line, head tilting the slightest in childlike curiosity. “ she wants one of those purple things, with the spiky thing on the sides. in total truth, i didn’t really listen. but i hope you are already familiar with what my mother is after. ”
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there wasn’t often anything of note that happened on her shifts , but dyani found herself fascinated watching the beginning of a lover’s quarrel . unsure of how it even began or what it was about , her attention was trained on the rapidly rising voices that had once been whispers and now pleads for another chance , a promise that dya couldn’t quite hear over the music and ring of the bell that sounded when one half of the couple opened the door and slammed it closed in a huff as they walked out . long seconds passed before the other left , with dyani’s gaze cutting over to the nearest customer . ‘ what do you think they did ? ’
open starter : @ hound dog records
the records store is certainly a place of solace for kody, the quiet hum of the shop’s air conditioner, the gentle rustle through records, the indie music playing through the overhead speakers at a reasonable volume, to him it’s perfect. today was the only exception, he hears the quarrel of the lovers before he even enters and its the only thing he hears throughout his entire time there. if he never worked on his self-control, he might have dragged them both out ripped them into shreds after a three-minute long lecture on how your love is doomed and how you should never trust anyone. bu alas, he remains calm and collected till they left, fingers continuing to flick through the boxes of records. his eyes don’t leave them even as the question is posed, “ maybe one turned the other into a vampire when they didn’t want to be. ” he scoffs, the ghost of a smirk on his lips.
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red pooling into black irises is a silent warning , the only warning the disrupting figure gets : with a face that remains soft , not a spot of tension to be seen in their shoulders , it doubles as a challenge . how far they are willing to go with the belief that jane would just sit idly by . the secretary is not known for their patience’s longevity , and not a moment longer , the bellowing voice turns to murmurs .
content with the calm atmosphere once more , focus turned back to the body standing in front of them , short apology spoken . “ where were we . ah , right , the mayor is out on errands today , and will not be back until later tomorrow afternoon . if you wish to set up a meeting with them , or another council member , i’d be happy to check their schedules , but cannot promise a close by date . ”
open starter , town hall
a heavy sigh tumbles across chapped lips, the texture sends her head into orbit ( how many times has she reminded herself to buy some fucking lip balm ) - skin stings the slightest as she quickly licks her lips in a poor attempt to restore some moisture but she knows it’ll only dry it out more. she scratches the edge of her eyebrow, pursing her lips into a tight smile ( the telltale sign of her annoyance ). “ look, is there anyone else i can talk to about these designs ? i mean i can’t really renovate an office without seeing the inside of it. ”
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kiowa gordon via instagram.
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kiowa gordon , he and him , cis male . DAKOTA DARROW crossed the city limits into saints : you know , the two hundred and eighty one year old ( thirty ) VAMPIRE , who is told they give off true blue by billie eilish vibes . they've been here for nearly a decade , gracing the city with their reticent but pragmatic attitude
hehe
edward cullen inspired
BUT BUT butts, he gets pissed off quicker
like if you’re not using common sense, he just -- won’t be able to deal
if you say something that doesn’t make sense, he doesn’t argue, he just gets up and leaves
281 years bruh, that’s a lot - he was turned by a vampire lover. didn’t want to be though. yeh, he loved her but like not enough. life was hard, he wanted to go in peace but nah - this selfish sob said sike
he couldn’t love her after that, he just thought she was a selfish bleeping bleep - in his rage he accidentally k-worded her - he does regret it a lot and often daydreams about what could’ve happened if that didn’t happen - maybe he would’ve lived a happier life, maybe he could’ve loved her again
but after that, he doesn’t think romantic love exists anymore
that’s why he’s very no bullshit, he says what he’s thinking, he’s very honest, does’t really care what happens anymore and often doesn’t think of the consequences of his own actions
he likes the peace in saint city, he sticks to himself - hobbies include, playing the violin and knitting
very over protective of his family
his humour is also weird - like dank memes. idk. probably. he laughs at weird shit.
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victoria pedretti , she/her , cis female . ALICE BIRLEY crossed the city limits into saints : you know , the twenty nine old HUNTER , who is told they give off you’re on your own kid by taylor swift vibes . they've been here for twenty nine years , gracing the city with their boisterous but eccentric attitude
the loud kid - loud laughter, booming voice, really annoying
was a very carefree child, very active during the holidays, wanting to go all out for halloween etc .
has the weirdest outfits, even as a kid. colourful overalls, mismatched clips and ribbons in her hair, socks that never match
she always felt out of place in her town, she tried to belong to different friend groups but never quite fit in so struggled with a bit of loneliness throughout high school - always felt she was either too much or not enough
at the same time, tried to stay away from her family house - she felt that it was haunted, still does. she often found solace in midnight walks or early morning runs
tried to stay out of the ‘family business’ as much as possible, whenever her parents tried to talk about it around her, she’d just drift away or weird out, scream incoherently or pretend she was deaf and only reply in sign language
when her parents finally drilled it into her, she would always stay so desensitised, she kind of just put on this new persona where she has no feeling and she just trains and trains and do whatever is asked of her - because she felt that if she just does it then they will finally leave her alone
moved out of the family house asap
studied urban design and architecture in college (nyu) and was set on leaving all the family business behind, had an internship with a pretty well known firm, met the love of her life all at the age of 23
when she was 27 she came back for the holidays, ready to introduce him to the rest of hte family but her very upper class fiancee, that hails from british aristocracy who worked as a nature / animal photographer tragically passed away on the job from an animal attack - she knew the supernatural was at fault
and thus returned to her hunter roots and does not believe in peace between species
seeks to carry on the family tradition + eliminate the supernatural
she’s still pretty lost in her grief so she’s not quite sure how to go about it
does freelance interior designing as a job
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VICTORIA PEDRETTI + ☕️👀
(requested by anon)
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The 1, Taylor swift
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Michael Cunningham, from “The Hours”
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Xie Lei (Chinese,b. 1983)
Revelation, 2022
Oil on canvas
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Louise Glück, Poems 1962-2012
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Robert Walser, from Fairy Tales; "Cinderella" (trans. from the German by Daniele Pantano and James Reidel)
[Text ID: Fairy Tale: I came here to put fear in you. / The people don't believe in me, / but so what when just my nearness / makes them think a little again.]
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What we’re reading, Personal Message
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one thing about me is that ill be confused
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Emily Berry, from Ghosts (Homage to Burial).
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