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tcintedsvcrets · 2 days

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"Noah, how much sugar have you had today?" Sugar was good - always good, especially with those she wasn't quite used to tattooing just yet - hopefully less likely to pass out, but her jest is one out of love. His energy was always a warming welcome, a great reminder of why Daniela tried all she could to do the same; even if she could be icy on any given day. "Please, no inch-worming on our floor. I might be able to promise you that it's clean but... you know.. does your body even move like that?" A brow perked up at the sudden strike of curiosity. "Okay, hear me out... And by that I mean, listen all the way until the end. There's a selling point, I swear!" She bites at her lesser lip, and spins the chair haphazardly between her hands, "How exactly do you feel about the cretatous period aesthetic? Bright, greenery... --- skeletal masses, and a kistune standing over it..."

TIME was often lost to Noah - despite growing up in the mortal realm, and his connections to it - his body felt like it worked on fae - time; an internal clock that ticked all wrong. Fast always felt slow - and slow just felt... long. "Sorry! I got excited - n' Bad Track's right 'round the corner, n-e-ways. Practically like - neighbors. Our buildings are prob' besties - matching brick n' everything. I'd have to move like, super slow - like get on the floor n' inch like a worm slow." He leaned against the doorframe, as if it'd anchor him down - but he rocked back n' forth anyways, a near stumble when leaned too forward - and a sheepish grin to follow. "What'd you even wanna do today?"

#* noah #* daniela

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tcintedsvcrets · 2 days

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"Oh," Somehow, the idea of any of them being young was a strange thing to wrap her head around. All tales of Angels told of those older than time itself, though, she supposed it made sense that with time, came all things new. That was, afterall, the whole reason they were all there, right? The world - this world, had once been something new. Untouched - untainted. "Are there many of you? Younlings, I mean." Daniela purses her lips and teeters upon the toe of her boot just before she can turn away, "I hope you don't mind me asking - I know we like... don't really know each other, but I've only ever been told things by people adjacent - to your kind." And, as history would have it - Angels and Nephilim weren't always on solid ground. "Do you know what you're looking for? For your first tattoo in... this one.." A strange way to put it but... "It should be something special, don't you think?"

They waited patiently for the words to come to the woman before them. Something felt off, but opening up her mind might cause even more ill assumptions as it previously proved. "Aaah..." they replied after her explanation and nodded their head. Angels didn't often come near her perhaps. Which was odd in itself. They were alike in most all. Guadalupe shifted out the way of the door once more, closing it behind them as she moved to approach Daniela. "Oh, um..." the question was unexpected, but shouldn't have been. Changing bodies was not something unknown of their kind. "One." they finally said, glancing down at their body. "I'm what your other kind would consider a youngling. A child amongst my peers." They were as young as the body that had been created for them at the start. Their first of many to come, but they hoped to retain this one for as long as they could. It would age, become weaker, but it was theirs. "It was made just for me." Lupita said smiling proudly, "In Their image of course."

#* lupita #* daniela

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tcintedsvcrets · 2 days

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"Yeah, it's still gonna take a little bit to get used to, S. I'm still expecting you to fall through the door three days late, telling me your alarm never went off." Between the two of them, the concept of even knowing how to tell time, was something far beyond imagination. "God, you nasty bitch. Remind me never to sit on that studio couch again," it's preened with admiration, and perhaps even a little jealousy, in the kind of comfort and love that Sawyer had found. "Starving, honestly... Jesse keeps ordering take out and I'm so sick of pizza. And if I have to streamline another red bull, i might just bleed it."

"You forget time management is my bitch now." Sawyer laughs. "Actually, pawpaw decided he wanted the twins and told me to go have fun. I dropped by the studio..." She smirks, shrugging her shoulders. "Had my fun and somehow was still able to make it here a tad bit early." She crosses her arms over her chest, looking around the inside of the parlor. "Well, next time I'll make myself more known. You ready to eat or what?"

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#* sawyer #* daniela

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tcintedsvcrets · 2 days

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"What ever happened to good old-fashioned theft?" That they'd dwindled the concept of paper being worth anything at all, to what they could only deduce was thin air as this centuries idea of value was laughable at best. Though her tone might have relayed some sense of humor on their part, Eva's smile was something else entirely, "I suppose I should figure out how to use this.... Apple, did you say?" Strife would have a field day with that one, surely.

STIFLING what would've been a laugh if Rohan hadn't known better - he slid on an easy smile to hide his discomfort of being in the presence of a demon, and in his market at that - before reaching over to grasp the card reader. "Everything's digital now, so your money can be directly hooked up to your phone - and people don't have to dole out cash anymore. I think it's stupid - but that's just the old man in me. Do you - do you have a card set up on your phone? Apple pay? Samsung? I can set it up for you, if you want - no strings attached."

#* rohan #how dare u

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tcintedsvcrets · 2 days

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"There's more than one?" The disgust within the demon's voice was unmissable, even less so, paired with the look of convoluted disbelief before she tossed the phone back to the surface before her and huffed a sigh of dismissal. "Honestly, I doubt lucy had to deal with shit like this," a quick hail fucking mary, to Lucifer himself, "How else do you find someone in this satan-forsaken place?"

“Which one?” Geordi questioned, a tiny, amused grin on his features. Truthfully, he was no good with any sort of social media of his own - his own mum had to explain how to work TikTok not long ago. He’d thought it’d be a fun idea to start a class one for his students, but eventually gave up on the fever dream when he just simply couldn’t be bothered with attempting to learn and grasp at the app. So, he could understand the frustration. “Twitter’s the easiest one to use - I’d avoid FaceBook altogether.” Geordi had meant to delete that one in its entirety. His relationship status still said Engaged. “Lots of - morons on there.” He deterred his students from using such a descriptor, but it was really the only one that worked in this situation.

#* geordi #* eva

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tcintedsvcrets · 16 days

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CAMILA MENDES as ISABELA MUSICA (2024) dir. Rudy Mancuso

#* daniela #LOOK AT M Y BABY

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tcintedsvcrets · 24 days

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It's very possible that she simply wasn't paying attention, but admitting to something like that felt a little like pulling her own teeth. "Nah, that'd get way too annoying to listen to," she pauses, the corner of her smile curling a little more until it painted a picture of mischief, "We could just get you a little bell instead, cute little collar and all." Endearing. Always endearing, Daniela moves past him to switch on another light, pushing the chair with enough momentum to make it spin, "It's like you read my mind. Putting you through a little bit of pain might actually be a kink of mine by now, it's creeping up on the list, for sure." Hands clap against the chair, pulling it to a stop, "What're you thinking this time?"

"I wasn't exactly tryin' to be quiet," Dylan replies through a frown as he approaches. His heavy footfalls are all he can hear as he pads further into the tattoo parlour; but there's every chance he has his acute sense of hearing to thank for that. Still, being sneaky has never been in Dylan's wheelhouse - he possesses all the subtlety of a sledgehammer that's been thrown down a large flight of glass stairs. "You should get a bell for the door or somethin' though if you're gonna be that jumpy." He sits down in a nearby chair and proceeds to swing from side to side. "You wanna stick needles in me today?"

#* dylan #* daniela #i looooooveeee

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tcintedsvcrets · 25 days

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"Oh, no .. I'm good, you just.. " Startled wasn't quite the way to put it, even now, it felt like far too long since the mother species of her own had crossed paths with her on the island. The flicker of recognition that had crawled its way across the flesh of her body. Daniela knew the history of her kind, once a destructive, enemy of the angels, she among them had long since changed their tune - however, coming across one of those blessed, still set her a little on edge. "It's been a while since an angel has walked through those doors, you know?" And, she tries, to push such a feeling aside, "How many have you had?" The half-blood's attempt at small talk with something beyond this world, "Vessels, I mean."

"My apologies." They said with a small smile as they made their way into the room. Perhaps they should have knocked. Lupita knew how much humans liked it when people knocked, but with Daniela they didn't think they needed to. They were alike - they could tell. Not entirely so, but a halfling of one of their own. "I can wait outside if you need another moment." Guadalupe offered, making their way back towards the door in case the woman needed more time. They had seen what she was doing. Had tapped into the Daniela's mind for a moment to ensure safe passage, but what they had assumed to be normal perhaps wasn't for the other. "I believe I was overcome with excitement." they explained, one hand on the door knob, "This would be my first artistic drawing on this flesh."

#* lupita #* daniela

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tcintedsvcrets · 25 days

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status: open location: cemetary

The late hours didn't bother him, Jake's entire life had been shaped to exist as the epitome of a hunters life, and yet, some things apparently still sought to surprise him. Beyond pristine headstones and tombs lay those less well taken care of. Trees and weeds overgrown by years, turning the space further back into something more swamp looking than anything. His flashlight flickered across stones until the beam of light crossed over candles, no longer lit yet the trail of smoke that lifted from them hinted recent use. "Fucking witches," he mutters beneath his breath, the snap of brush underfoot drawing quick his attention, "This is what were doing now?" His body follows suit, turning slowly to meet the familiar face, "I thought we knew better by now," We, being them. The Oliver family were a gold mine among the hunter community, and sneaking up on any one of them was a risk better left alone.

#marina.starter

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tcintedsvcrets · 25 days

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status: open location: purgatory

The thick scent of blood a near permanent stain this far underground, but nobody who thought to speak the phrase to the entrance should have expected anything less. That was one of the better details passed down with each new owner, only those so willing would ever catch a glimpse of the underground fight club. There was a round of applause, rambunctious and filled to the brim with a certain devilry as a body hit the outer, chained wall of the arena with a callous thump. The werewolf grinned, something jagged, and unhinged, "You sure you're not up for it? There's an opening."

#marina.starter

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tcintedsvcrets · 25 days

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Status: open Location: YC - just somewhere public

"--- explain that again, one more time." The demons slender digit upholds the notion of once more listening to the absurd explanation of something that clearly didn't exist the last time they'd been upon this earth. If there was one thing that the demon had always abhored more than anything upon each summoning, it was the absurdity that the mortal race considered this an advancement of any kind. "Slower this time."

#marina.starter

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tcintedsvcrets · 25 days

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Status: open Location: Deadly Inks

"I know I said be early but damn," Daniela laughed, quickly shrugging off the connection between her power and the bits and pieces she'd been moving around in the backroom. The centrifuge clicked off, needles stowed away within their drawer and the stacked shelves of coloured inks now sat in perfect order of the colour wheel. A trick of the mind, and purely out of habit, telekenisis had complied with the nephilim's every thought the second she was alone, until she wasn't. How much had they seen? "You're gonna scare a girl half to death sneaking up like that."