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Everything’s scary to someone. It was a hard concept to get behind when Rosa tried her best to always seem unphased, tough, like nothing did bother her. And then turned around and cried at the drop of a hat. But her emotions never spilled over because she didn’t want to feel them, or that it was the equivalent of a dam - too much, bowling over, nowhere else to go. Rosa always felt deeply because she thought it made her better. But fear was always something a bit confusing to her, a bit foreign and hard to clutch at. Most of the time her emotions were tangible, but fear was fickle. She’d learned that fear was different for everyone from a young age, and a lot of the things she was scared of, it didn’t make sense. Not that she was special. People shouldn’t be scared of their families, or scared of their romantic partners, but those were always top contenders. “You know that staplers will never chomp your hand off, right?” And then she remembered the time Viktor had hexed one of Rosa’s eyeliners to smudge all over her face any time she used it. “No - no, you’re right. Some are nice. Not all, though.” Aoife was good at that - being unbiased, but somehow simultaneously aware. “Just give him some time. It’s like - like me with Bo. He hated me at first. Now look.” Still, Bo seemed a bit rigid, even while he rested on Aoife. Probably Rosa’s fault, but she was just happy he even allowed her to give him some pets. She almost wanted to push it and give his tiny little head a kiss - he was so cute, it pained her every time to hold back. But she knew to take a win when she saw one, at least where the bunny was involved. Listening to Aoife’s rationale, Rosa played it around in her head. She could understand it. Wanting to touch but not wanting to be touched, not being ready. The only thing that made Rosa hesitate was the fact that she’d never experienced such discomfort with Aoife. Who was nothing but good, practically rained sunshine on even the most deviant persons life. The first time she’d manifested Sylvie, Rosa had spent three days at her house, occupying her space, still greedy for more, and Aoife had just accepted it. Rosa loved it now, the trio that’d been created - and Aoife never complained, not once. But some people just couldn’t accept a good thing if it bit them on the nose, so she understood. Aoife was too good to be true, sometimes. “Yeah.” Rosa pushed off her bed as soon as she sat down, moving to rummage through her drawer. Didn’t want to bother indulging in Aoife’s response about how to commune with the ghosts in her life, because sometimes it made Rosa’s heart ache a bit too much. “I have… a Twix bar, KitKat, or Starburst, Sour Patch Kids, and Skittles.” Taking the lot, she hauled them back to her bed for Aoife to merely rifle through. They were all in the bite sized packages, usually used as positive reinforcement for her students. She didn’t mind sharing with Aoife though, already peeling back one of the Starburst packets to share with her. “What?” Barking out a giddy laugh while simultaneously blushing. Rosa forgot being perceived was being known, and Aoife knew her better than most - it still left her flustered, lips pressed together to hide her grin. Usually, Rosa would make a big deal of it in her discomfort, but she didn’t feel anything akin to awkward or emotional irritation. It felt nice, what she assumed was a compliment from Aoife. “I’ll make you a strawberry shortcake next time you come over. To curve the urge. I haven’t baked in forever. That work?” She teased, peeling back the wrapping on a strawberry flavoured Starburst and holding it to Aoife’s lips for her to take.

Aoife let out another heartfelt exhale, only to be greeted by Bo inching closer, sniffing ferociously all around her lips and nostrils. Clearly he wasn't happy with the sigh that'd escaped them, wanted to track down the source and chomp on it with the fervour he'd approach a particularly rigid carrot. A little giggle emerged under her breath despite herself, then her eyebrows crinkled as she focused once more. Another careful comb of his ears. "Everything's scary to someone. Like staplers. They scare me. Their whole job is, like, to bite things, with needle teeth." Almost immediately, she felt a pang of remorse; staplers couldn't help it if that was their purpose, born to their role just like a flea or dung beetle. "I mean, I'm sure some are nice, though." She had a habit of that, too; talking about things like they were people, motes of dust made sentient by an overactive imagination. "I tried. I talked to him about the trees. Like, the way they sway. And I got super into it, 'cause it was like they were dancing, then I looked back and he'd gone. I don't know... Maybe he doesn't like dancing." Bo regarded Rosa as cautiously as he did anyone who wasn't Aoife, but allowed the pets nonetheless; he'd grown used to her, less agitated by her presence than most. "Well," Aoife began, fingers lacing together atop Bo's back, comforted by the gently emanating heat, the faint pitter-patter of his pulse. "It depends. I think they decide. Or their brain... decides. Sometimes they -- they wanna hold my hand but something in them... can't. Like, they aren't ready to be touched yet." Aoife understood this concept all too well. A swallow. Images over the backs of her eyelids: her father's hand leading her outside, scabs like cracked beetle husks on the insides of his elbows, the slimy pallor of his smile in the sunlight. You can't take her, John. Please, we've talked about this. "Do you... have any candy?" Aoife blinked, zoned in. Another blink had her appraising Rosa's face, her own newly hopeful, yearning for something; to feel like a kid again, for a second, whatever that meant. Then, after a prolonged pause, eyes unabashedly roving, a classic case of Aoife's verbal diarrhoea. "Y'know, sometimes your freckles make me wanna chomp on a strawberry shortcake."

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“What the fuck are you talking about? Be on my side!” Leo snapped, snarky - but no real heat behind it. He wasn’t actually mad, it was the tone he always used when his frustrations were taken out and Junior was the one to receive his rants. He’d shown up late to work, not for the first time, but apparently enough to piss off their uncle to the point of arguing with Leo about it. It’d been a bad day, they were rarer and rarer, but there was always going to be bad days after they lost Finn. “I was 15 minutes late it wasn’t the end of the fucking world. They were on my dick for nothing. Pass me the tequila.” Too lazy to actually move forward and grab it himself from where they sat on the back porch of Marj and Steve’s home, Leo aggressively smoking a cigarette. “You’re supposed to be on my side with everything.” He was extra whiny tonight - Hawthorne had spiked a fever, the way babies randomly could, but it’d made it harder to put him down tonight. Junior had eventually been the one to put him to sleep after Leo had all but begged them to, next to exploding with pent of frustration.

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"I'm not sure what you want me to say to that."

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As their time went on, as Frankie admired Dante, they could feel nothing but warmth spread through their chest. Anxieties had manifested deeply, there was always going to be the fear that it was an unrequited thrum deep in their marrow - but as time went on, it dissipated. Frankie was never not worried, anxious, a gnawing emotion that always thrived underneath primary ones - and yet, they felt… warm. They didn’t know what to name it, but they could breathe. Maybe it was just Dante, how at ease Frankie felt around him, the ease of their relationship even with the complications involved. Either way, they couldn’t complain. They could merely bask - they usually did, where Dante was involved, but somehow now it wasn’t some fragile thing they needed to protect. This ache wasn’t bad, it was good. Frankie didn’t know what to do with it. “You’re sunshine.” Easy as that, they felt it important for Dante to know. Without any questions or hesitation involved. Frankie merely felt it true, and they were horrible at dimming their thoughts - usually. It was different with Dante, properly scared of losing him if they said the wrong thing, but since their heart had stopped hammering in their chest, demanding them to feel the anxiety of pushing Dante too far, there was no reason to alter anything. The first step had been admitting to always wanting to kiss him - not a lie, if anything a tampered version of what Frankie really wanted to say. The next came with Dante’s response. Frankie’s whole body practically melted back into the chair they were sitting on while Dante stood, complimented them, made his way around the table. Asked them to show how badly they wanted him. It felt like they were short circuiting, but Frankie had never been more focused in their life. He practically bestowed his permission on them, demanded it really. Challenging Frankie and then some with their sudden approximation. “Okay.” Still wondering, if for a moment, as they sat up slightly. But they trusted Dante, and there was no hesitation with him. If anything, hesitation wasn’t in Dante’s vocabulary. He’d never been shy about sharing his affections, emotional and physical, and now he was standing in front of Frankie like he was waiting to confess his sins, but no regrets fell from his mouth. It was mutual. He wanted. He wanted Frankie to want. And sometimes, Frankie wanted so bad it left them empty otherwise. Dante deserved to know. “Okay.” They repeated, voice stern now - missing the shake from the first time. Instead of standing and meeting Dante halfway, Frankie pushed his chair back from the table he'd just walked around, remained seated, kicked his foot forward - in between Dante’s legs so that they could hook their foot around one of his ankles, and tugged back. Hard. Purposely tripped Dante into falling forward, where Frankie caught him and dragged him into their lap - a hand at their waist, one taking a fistful of Dante’s hair, and kissing him. There wasn’t anything casual, innocent, or nervous about it, about Frankie’s moves and actions. Dante said to show him, and Frankie could do that. Holding his head back to a proper angle, so that they could bite at his lip, make him open his mouth, wanting to know. How serious he was, and wanting to show him. He’d asked that of Frankie and nothing else - Show me how bad it is. “Okay?” They echoed for the third time as soon as they detached, only for a second, just so they could mouth at his jaw. Leave him stunned maybe, hopefully, the way Dante constantly did to them.

Frankie's reaction made Dante laugh even harder. To the point that he covered his mouth and pinched his nose shut. Doing anything he could think of to settle his bark but that quickly stop as the buttons came undone. Dante's hand moved to his chest and he leaned back with a raised brow and a teasing smile. Do it - his eyes begged as he watched the movement of Frankie's hand unraveling each button. Slight disappointment dangled over him as he noticed the shirt beneath, but that didn't stop Dante from grinning like a mad man and wiggling his eyebrows. Worry.

The emotion popped off before he could really place it, but he knew it didn't come from him. Dante did his best to not look aware instead winking an eye at Frankie and gradually sucking the emotions out of them.

Worry.

Did Frankie notice? Would they be upset. It took pulling away his worries to question whether he'd done the correct thing in the moment. Messing with their feelings without asking for their permission.

Any other time Dante would have asked, but it was so simple to quietly do. He's been too used to it with Sawyer, and Frankie brought the same protectiveness out of him. Why should they worry if Dante could help?

"No, I don't think..." he paused for a moment to think it through as he'd been so lost in the moment, "I don't think so. Not in such simple words perhaps? People usually go into detail when describing a person, but I much prefer your approach."

Straight to the point - maybe he could just understand the meaning in their words. Was he Frankie's sunshine? Dante liked the sound of that a little too much.

It wasn't fair was it?

To want and feel so much for the person before him when at home waited his family... but Frankie too felt like home - like they belonged with him. Shouldn't that count for something too? Why would they feel so much if they couldn't explore those feelings and see what lied ahead? If something did... but did he want it too?

Dante wanted to dive into everything that there was to them. To understand those very feelings that he simply couldn't push aside when Frankie was concerned. Whether wrong or not. To him they were alluring, powerful, and beckoned him to push and push til he's falling over the edge.

But was it wrong?

Could something that felt this good ever be labeled wrong?

Sawyer.

Shouldn't that change his feeling on the matter? Shouldn't he put an end to all the temptation that flocked his way and invaded his space?

He forced the feelings away, blaming it on the after effect of syphoning Frankie's worries.

Out of all things Dante had been prepared for, Frankie's laughter had not been one of them. All he could do was stare for a moment. The confidence of his cocky smile quickly switching to one of awe and curiosity.

Had he ever heard Frankie's laughter before? Not like this. It was so shocking that it took a moment for him to realize that Frankie was really just laughing at him right now. At the very beautiful painting he'd done.

"You're just jealous!" he retaliated as Frankie laughed, letting go of the painting as the other reached for it.

Dante couldn't hide the burn on his cheeks even if he wanted to, but it was there from the overflow of emotions that took over him. Both his and Frankie's combined overheating his every cell so he brought the cup of wine back up to his lips to distract himself. No matter how good he got at commanding the emotions sometimes they simply took hold and wouldn't let go.

"Do you really?" Dante asked with excitement as he placed down his drink. He had anticipated it.

The painting itself was barely worth a share, but he enjoyed every single moment of pain that went into getting their features just right. He was quite proud of it.

"Painting you was my favorite part of it all. Watching your face is pure art, did you know? The paint nothing but an added on bonus."

He chuckled at the gentle insult, but his thoughts were focused elsewhere. Dante slid off his chair, maintaining his gaze on Frankie as he drew near.

"What are you going to do about it, Frankie?" he asked allowing his eyes to circle their lips as he bit his own.

He has a girlfriend. Dante almost paused as he felt the thought in Frankie's mind, but that didn't stop him from getting even closer.

"Show me." he pushed, "Show me how bad it is."

Dante was always the first to make a move. Never really stopping to question himself once he felt the intent. Frankie did hesitate at times, but he wanted to make sure these feelings wasn't just in his head. That Dante wasn't getting lost in his ability to the point that he couldn't tell their feelings apart.

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Rosa would never get over it, the way Roman always looked at her like they both knew her and couldn’t believe what came out of her mouth. She used to think that sometimes, they would just - read her mind, mould to her own morals and needs. He never did, and the worst part was that her needs changed for them. Ignoring things that hurt her, because she’d wanted them so bad she could. Roman wasn’t bad, but he did bad things. It stood true to this day, and Rosa still ached. Watching them glance over their shoulder towards where, by her own terms, he was practically kept hostage, Rosa pressed her lips together. Wouldn’t say anything about their reply, but knew it was more painful projection than anything. In a way, they were both stuck. So where did that leave them now? “I know you’re not an asshole.” She scoffed - even if Roman had proved otherwise before. Despite some of their past, they’d never been bad to Rosa. If anything, considering what they were capable of, Rosa had always been surprised by the secret tenderness the vampire could show to her. It’s what she’d always clinged to. What was worse was that they were right. Things almost always used to be bad at home, for both of them. When she’d trusted him most, Rosa used to - demand that they’d hold her. When they were together, at their best, he’d been all she wanted. A part of her always hoped that it’d been the same for them, that she hadn’t been embarrassing herself, clinging herself to them. But they’d reciprocated. And now, they jumped down from the fence, onto her side. That had to count for something. Even if hope was a fickle thing. “Things aren’t bad right now.” She let that just - hang in the air. Scared to insinuate anything else. It felt like it was enough, that she came by on her own, without needing an ultimatum. It’d been a long time since she’d done that. “And I wouldn’t come by if I cared about what your brother thinks.” Rosa didn’t bring her father into it. He’d never approve, but he didn’t approve about a lot of what his kids did. Personally, she liked to make it worthwhile, doing the things people could disapprove of. And Roman was worth it - but she still just wanted to keep him to herself, in that bubble of hope that refused to pop for good. Just a while longer. She missed him every time they weren’t together. “I came by because I wanted to.” Immediately, Rosa wanted to step back. She was always weary about people in her space, she wasn’t a people-person. But it didn’t manifest into anything desperate, anything that turned into an action. The need to have someone out of her space fizzled as soon as her body realised she wanted Roman there. “Do you care about what Titus and my dad think?”

NO ONE CONTROLS ME - it echoed in roman's head ominously. they knew how rosa could be. stubborn. sarcastic. headstrong. and they knew how it tended to end. roman - licking his wounds, prepared to shut himself away for another hundred years until some light managed to draw him back out. vampires were no stranger to thirst, and that was perhaps the best way roman knew to describe what standing in front of rosa right now felt like. it sent a lick of flame up his back that she wasn't afraid to make space for him. that she'd never been afraid in the ways she should have been. "of course. and no one controls me, either." and it was a joke, with one wayward look back up the hill - the white steeple thrust towards the horizon, backlit by the moon. it almost drew a smile from them. roman was always doing that, laughing at their own jokes. crafting a world of their own in their loneliness. still, rosa knew what roman meant. that stepping off the fence would mean blatantly disobeying his family, their desire to keep him away from the influence of the samuels. "i'm not an asshole, samuels." and they didn't know why they said it, what compelled them to clarify against an accusation that hadn't even been made. "things don't have to be going wrong," they echoed, and no one controls me kept etching itself into their ear. "it's just that they usually are. no?" and they slid both feet over the fence, heels digging into the dirt road that stretched well beyond his land. "imagine if titus finds out you came by. or your dad. what would they say?" and they stepped forward, like they were confident and in control and absolutely not terrified that rosa might take another step back.

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With the two of them practically cradling each other, Leo couldn’t help but feel the usual fondness that always washed through him when he was with Sawyer. They knew each other more than most, which meant it wasn’t hard for Leo to read her face. Her tone, the way her hand froze in his hair for a moment. If he didn’t care so much about her, he wouldn’t have noticed the hesitation at all. “Woah. What’s up with that?” He asked, vague but hamming up the scenario to cover up his own curiosity. Usually, they blabbed everything and anything to each other, if Sawyer was purposely deflecting it really wasn’t anything to worry about, or it was something to be very worried about. “You’re holding out on me. Since when? I can read you like the morning newspaper, Marshall.” Leo hated pushing when it came to people, much preferred a ‘they’ll talk when they want to talk’ method, but it was hard to keep the same momentum with Sawyer. “We don’t have to talk about it. But I know you. At least tell me I don’t have to worry now - I’m, like, getting greys and everything now, Sawyer. Have one kid and you’re in your 50’s hobbling around with a walker. Don’t let my heart age more like this.”

Sawyer glances over to see Leo swiping a bit of Vincent's hair from his forehead, the little boy loved Leo with everything in him and it was obvious from the expression he got on his features whenever she brought them over. She turns her head to look over at Lissette attached to her hip which was a rare sight since she was practically the biggest daddy's girl in the entire world. It makes a small smile curve her features as she moves to brush her fingers through the little girl's hair. Her smile widens as Leo's finger runs down the slope of her nose, her own hand moving to the top of Leo's head to brush her fingernails through the strands of his hair. Her own love language being a physical one as well. She hardly ever kept her hands to herself, whether it was a touch to the arm or something like that. She inhales, nodding her head at her words. "Yeah, yeah." She didn't want him to worry, it was bad enough she woke up at night in a sweat and didn't know what to tell Dante about the person standing at the end of their bed. "I am okay, I keep trying to remember if I saw anything." Because she's trying to figure out if she carried something with her when she came back or if maybe something was messed up within her. Whatever it was, all she can do is be grateful it's all happening now that the twins are in the world.

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It was clear that Valentina, to some degree, wasn’t speaking to Frankie. Not that it wasn’t easy to ignore - their sudden laughter, speaking to them self, random infuriated yelling. Frankie had no part in this conversation. But it was easy to brush aside the second Val was draping them self over Frankie, pulling them in close. Val obviously knew the exact moves to make to make Frankie’s brain go blank, so whatever discomfort they felt shattered like a body plummeting through ice. They’d ignore their own infected flesh rotting if it meant someone would bat their lashes at them just a bit longer. “All… all of space is. Interesting.” As they spoke, Frankie tried too hard not to - move. Shallow breaths as they all but wheezed out their sentence, stiffening just from how much they didn’t want to jostle Val. They weren’t naturally the affectionate type, Frankie had pieced it together early into knowing them, so this felt like a gift - or a cat pawing at your lap for the first time only to be miffed as soon as you so much as shuffle. “I wanna know… what else is, uh, out there. Like, aliens. I figure there’s… no such thing as the. Uh, tiny green people. But there’s gotta be… something. I like the Leo constellation. It’s got… some of the brighter stars. In our whole solar system. I’d show you better but I don’t - want to move yet.”

Valentina's eyes never left Frankie's frame. The moon illuminating their features, but had they not been full already they would have taken advantage of the moment. Hunter: They'd probably like that, that freak They laughed at the comment, not really paying much attention to the words coming from Francis. They probably didn't hear Hunter, as they kept going on and on. Valentina knew nothing about constellations. The question had been used to get their neck moving around in case they felt the need to bite. Xander: Get a good look at tomorrow's meal "Tomorrow seems so far away." Val mused with disappointment. They probably could hack at them now, but it wouldn't be an enjoyable experience. They liked to enjoy themselves as they ripped through flesh. Hunter: They're stronger than you "Shut up!" they cried out, tossing Hunter a death stare before turning back towards Frankie and wrapping theirself around them. "Hunter's being dumb. Don't mind them." The actions were too personal, but it's how they knew Francis functioned. Affection. The word made them want to throw up, if only they had anything to hack out. "It sounds..." they tried to find a pleasant word, "...interesting. Sure. Which is your favorite? We don't think we have one."

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dottie patterson; revised

welcome to marina, DOTTIE PATTERSON ( cis woman, she/her ) ! they are a TWENTY-FIVE year old HUMAN who resides in TOWER HILL. They are an ONLINE CLOTHING SELLER/CLERK AT ORACLE & ODYSSEY and are said to look a lot like SAVANNAH LEE SMITH. People around the island find them to be +AMIABLE and +OPTIMISTIC, but also -NAIVE and -NONSENSICAL. what do you think?

stats.

name: dorothy emery patterson.

supernatural relation: n/a.

sexuality: bisexual.

birthday: december 8.

star sign: saggitarius.

myer-briggs: enfj.

occupation: online clothing seller/clerk at oracle & odyssey.

place of birth: marina island.

last played on spotify: bye bye bye by nsync.

general disposition: jovial and emphatic.

background.

the daughter of two incredibly powerful witches who were wholly disappointed not only when they got pregnant but when their kid couldn't manifest any magic whatsoever, even to this day

by the time dottie turned 10, they'd been in and out of her life, but had finally given up when they figured she'd never be able to conjure magic

embarrassed and incredibly human, they dumped dottie with her uncle who was a human himself, dying of lung cancer, and overall just as useless to them as they deemed dottie

potions and draughts dottie had bought off witches managed to keep her uncle alive and manageably healthy but could only work for so long

desperate, she's begun searching for some sort of immortal loophole that can fix him, mixing herself up in the wrong crowds in the meantime

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introducing; jeon ebb

welcome to marina, JEON EBB ( nonbinary, he/they ) ! they are a FORTY-TWO (FIVE THOUSAND+) year old VAMPIRE who resides in MARINA HEIGHTS. They are THE OWNER OF CAT’S EYE and are said to look a lot like GONG YOO. People around the island find them to be +ENGROSSING and +ADAPTABLE, but also -TYRANNICAL and -DISCOURTEOUS. what do you think?

stats.

name: unknown.

supernatural relation: changed by an unknown vampire.

sexuality: queer.

birthday: april 4.

star sign: aries.

myer-briggs: esfj.

occupation: owner of cat's eye.

place of birth: jeonju, south korea.

last played on spotify: i do coke by kill the noise.

general disposition: obnoxious and callous.

background.

the beginning of ebb's entire life is a blur - they were turned so long ago that he has next to no recollection of those years at all, not his parents or the wife he'd left behind once he was turned

one thing he did remember was that he'd been a loving man who'd loved people, and while it was all that got him thru his transformation at first it eventually caught up to him and made the first few hundred years of life horrible

ebb had gone through friends, family, lovers, desperate to make them stay, changing people at a whim and having them either leave from anger or take the transformation so poorly they became driven with bloodlust that blocked everything else out

there was eventual solace in a partner who was by his side for over a 1000 years, who'd donned him her 'ebenezer' because he'd been full of sorrow when they met, which led to the nickname of ebb he still uses to this day

it was a bit of a in memoriam, keeping the name - his wife had been murdered viciously by hunters, and ebb had started his lifelong travel around the globe to find the hunter family that'd hurt her

details.

been in marina for about 500+ years, he sorta fell in love with the island more than anywhere else he'd inhabited throughout his long life

the owner of cat's eye and truthfully is kind of a terrible owner only bc he's so reckless LKHSDGKLHSDLKGHSKLDHG

went from very loving gentleman to rotting inside and growing hateful and rude, he comes across as incredibly charismatic and charming but is mean to be mean sometimes, it's mostly a coping mechanism because they keep losing ppl they love and don't want to anymore

but bc it's still in their nature they Still change ppl on a whim and can grow attached easily and once he does he's pretty dangerous...... tugs my shirt collar

goes out of his way to get what he wants (big baby alert)

whores about bc why not and also to feign being a slut when they're craving that need for company......

ummmm he's rly new so that's all i have so far! :D

connections.

ppl who work at cat's eye! :3

hookups/fwbs present or something in the past that went wrong, they left or he pushed them away etc.

ppl he's turned?? :eyes:

ummm mayhaps the descendants of the hunters he's been searching for???

friends he would. have some that he's quite protective of

also enemies. cackles....

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Witnessing Benito roll his eyes, Geordi immediately pursed his lips. Prepared for a confrontation, thought he hated it - it was the first sign of one from his mum, but Benny instead surprised Geordi. He didn’t even have a moment to pull a face at Benny’s crudeness, blinking after him before following suit. Benny didn’t even have to say anything, he didn’t motion Geordi to follow, didn’t demand it or lure him - he just did, automatically. Benny demanded to be obeyed without saying anything, who was Geordi to say anything against it? “Show what?” He asked, the implication falling over his head. Truthfully, it hadn’t even computed in his head, that Benito was still referring to Geordi - until he was facing him, gesturing to him. Whatever rationale was in Geordi’s mind immediately dissipated the second he realised what Benito was asking. “Oh. No.” He said awkwardly - suddenly sitting on the edge of the stage. Geordi clasped his hands together so tightly, someone might’ve suspected him of attempting to squeeze a diamond out of sand - chewing his bottom lip anxiously with wide eyes, clearing his throat before continuing in the same few seconds. “No, no - that’s. No. I don’t. Have any moves, impressive or not - no. Sorry. Just. No. Sorry - I’m just going to stay here. Where it’s safe. It’s literally for your own good at this point.”

All Benny could do was roll his eyes at the obvious lies Geordi told. Anyone else would have been set aflame by now, but that wouldn't be very 'human' of him to do. Fucking weaklings. "Isn't that what people like? For titties to be in their nose?" he joked a bit too drily to be considered humorous so he made yet another attempt, "It's the only reason I opened up this damn place." A lie of course, but no one cared enough to question when he told it. "Fuck this. You're right." Benito gave up pushing away from the table, and heading towards the practicing dancers; simply expecting the lad to follow. "Show me something fun." he said, turning towards Geordi after reaching the edge of the dance floor. "I'm sure you must have some impressive moves." His eyes trailed down Geordi's body in the blink of an eye before he switched back to the girls and instructed them off with the flip of his wrist.

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introducing; nilu kiraz

welcome to marina, NILU KIRAZ ( nonbinary, she/they ) ! they are a TWENTY-EIGHT year old DARKNESS NYMPH who resides in PROSPECT HILL. They are a DJ AT DIVINITY and are said to look a lot like ILAYDA ALISAN. People around the island find them to be +COGENT and +UNFETTERED, but also -QUIXOTIC and -ARROGANT. what do you think?

stats.

name: nilufer willow kiraz.

supernatural relation: darkness nymph from both her parents' bloodline.

sexuality: bisexual.

birthday: september 13th.

star sign: virgo.

myers-briggs: entj.

occupation: dj at divinity.

place of birth: marina island.

last played on spotify: what i want by gregor mcmurray.

general disposition: sarcastic and upfront.

background.

born into a relatively normal family, things were flipped on their head when at the age of 11 nilu's parents decided to get a divorce - for the better at this point, who she believed was her biological father came out as transgender and became her second mother, mimi

of course it made things difficult between their parents and they divorced and separated nilu from her sister, apple, with nilu staying with mimi and apple moving with their mother, tho the sisters still spent all their weekends, holidays, and summers together, with constant contact in between

nilu always tried so hard to seem untouchable because she knew she grew up in an untraditional household, and kids could be cruel - a lot of them pointed it out and made fun of nilu and her mimi in school, but she couldn't care less, taking all of the flack and constantly getting into fights and even suspended for the amount of fights she got into over it

during a night where apple texted her distressed, nilu discovered what their sister had done to their home - to their mother's boyfriend, their mum - and after nilu heard how horrible this boyfriend was to her sister, they didn't even feel the loss, were more than okay with it, took apple in with her and mimi like nothing happened

immediately, nilu began burying herself in taking care of apple, making sure mimi stayed safe from whatever hate come her way - they were her girls, and nilu let herself go a bit because of it

she wanted to go to school but instead spent her days covering her worries and anxieties with drinking, and it slid her into the clubbing scene, where she found people, hefty drugs, the good stuff that could smother any feelings at all, and she hasn't left since

details.

relationships? are a Naur after experiencing what her parents went through

but she's very comfortable with her sexuality, thinks flaunting it is fun, esp after she was kinda outcasted a bit in school she jst loves attention and ppls devotion lawl

she doesn't flaunt her powers but she's learned to use them a bit in her favour

dj's at divinity!!! lives the night life heavily, is almost always living on a schedule of functioning from 5pm-5am

tho they push away people they also crave them a lot, half the time just wants someone to push back and refuse to let them get their way

rly hooked on wtvr numbs her so when she can't have it she's so grumpy n temperamental.....

she's very very new!!! so more might come and be updated but this is what i have so far :D

connections.

childhood friends!! who nilu kept secured to her cuz those r her only ppl

the one (1) ex who convinced them to date, potentially a toxic on again/off again thing??

ppl who work w her at divinity!!

roommates pls...... i imagine she has 2-3

a dealer teehee

Lots of fwbs/hookups she rly gets out there.

anything rly :D the worlds our oyster again she's new so lets get wild

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introducing; robin shrike

welcome to marina, ROBIN SHRIKE ( cis woman, she/her ) ! they are a TWENTY-EIGHT year old CHANGELING (human born) who resides in TOWER HILL. They are a SERVER AT SIMMER DOWN and are said to look a lot like GERALDINE VISWANATHAN. People around the island find them to be +COMPOSED and +NURTURING, but also -AFFECTLESS and -FICKLE. what do you think?

stats.

name: robin elodie shrike.

supernatural relation: a human born changeling.

sexuality: lesbian.

birthday: january 15.

star sign: capricorn.

myer-briggs: intj.

occupation: server at simmer down.

place of birth: marina island.

last played on spotify: until the night turns by lord huron.

general disposition: indifferent and sarcastic.

background.

born to a rather mundane human family, robin was switched out of her cribs days after her birth to try and preserve the life of the real shrike nobility of the fae realm, who was just too sickly to live even in the human world

now the youngest of two older brothers, robin had come into the world loudly and aggressively, and it was merely a precursor to how she’d always read

life growing up wasn’t horrible, her parents were loving and their family clearly had money, a title, people who adored them, etc.

however it felt as if they were never satisfied, always pushing for more even when their kids were at the top of their studies or with their people

it eventually mottled her relationship with her brothers - she was always close with the oldest shrike kid josef, but malcolm had a bad case of middle child syndrome and distanced himself entirely, from their parents and definitely from josef, who was the best of them in their parents eyes

robin herself didn’t purposely act out - she just stopped caring……… academics to her came with ease, she was lucky to be naturally very smart, but she felt no desire to ever challenge herself and 100% did not feel cut to be of nobility in the slightest

once she finished her studies… that was basically it, she never tried harder, and she wrinkled her nose at further family responsibilities, she was just done and though her parents hated it, she was free of their judgment, and free to leave the fae realm and live her life as a 'human'

she’s been working at simmer down for a few years now - while robin’s free, she feels the opposite of stuck; she loves marina and plans on staying there for as long as she lives, with her rag tag somewhat dysfunctional group of friends

thought it felt like nothing was happening for her, robin didn’t mind it at all; she would give anything to go back to those days before josef fell incredibly sick - an assumed result of the fae realm falling apart, and the only worry robin ever had about leaving home, constantly wondering if she could've done more to help her brother

details.

when she’s not at work, robin’s either in a dingy bar with her friends or visiting josef whenever she can given his illness

a big reader!!!!

the epitome of grunge/punk kid

is secretly quite loving and she does make it known with friends but she’s openly sneered in customers faces before if they were rude to her or even bc she thought their dinner orders were Ass

as a disguised human, or merely a changeling that doesn't particularly tap into her magic, she’s incredibly intrigued and fascinated with the marina creatures, especially witches of which a lot of her friends are

she can be a bit selfish in her requests and demands sometimes but she just wants to watch people use their powers its cool ok.

is the lesbian mom to her fav twinks around town that she protects like they’re her own children

connections.

needs roommates pls, at least 2!!!

bffs/childhood friends

ppl who work at simmer down with her!!

someone added to her twink collection :) 

exes!! that ended on good and bad terms

hook ups/fwbs (she's like if a lesbian were a fuckboy tbh)

someone she knows thru her brothers/shrike family etc.

anything n everything teehee

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mercy; revised

welcome to marina, EZRA ‘MERCY’ MERCER ( cis man, he/him ) ! they are a THIRTY-ONE year old MARE who resides in LOCKE ROW. They are a DRUG DEALER and are said to look a lot like JOE KEERY. People around the island find them to be +INTELLIGENT and +FERVENT, but also -CHURLISH and -OBSTINATE. what do you think?

stats.

name: ezra callum mercer.

supernatural relation: turned into a mare by angie shaefield.

sexuality: ??? probably not as fully straight as he thinks it is me we're talking about.

birthday: january 2.

star sign: capricorn.

myer-briggs: istp.

occupation: drug dealer.

place of birth: hell’s kitchen, new york.

last played on spotify: how i could just kill a man by rage against the machine.

general disposition: pissed off and cunty.

background.

a drug dealer that'd been working under his dad's wing since he could basically walk

three years back when he'd been with a girl - some would call her a girlfriend, mercy would call her a nuisance - he went to bed and never woke up, alive at least

he'd been completely unaware of angie feeding on him at night, putting the nightmares and night terrors down to general anxiety, even if it killed him to admit that must be the cause, the last thing he ever suspected was that it was angie's doing; she'd always come across as ditzy and while mean, not cruel, but she turned him after feeding for too long one night and not caring if it killed him or not and never showed up in his life ever again

navigating his life as something undead and immortal has been killing mercy, days spent finding a way to either revert what'd been done or at least figure out if there's Some sort of way for him to dead - just in case, don't read too into it. (tugs my shirt collar)

while he still works under his dad, the only benefit of this transformation is the way it changed their dynamic, with more push back from mercy whenever his dad steps out of line - vinny has no idea about mercy's new life, and while he has absolutely no intention of revealing it to his dad (out of a worry of what would happen with this information) there's been close calls where vinny can tell something's up because of mercy's new found attitude

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cast list; supernatural.

ROSA SAMUELS: maya hawke. she/her. twenty-six. cradle witch.

FRANKIE NOEL: nicholas galitzine. they/them. twenty-eight (two hundred+). cambion.

LEO FOWLER: harris dickinson. he/they. twenty-seven (one hundred+). nature nymph/banshee hybrid.

GEORDI QUINN MASSACRE: henry zaga. he/him. thirty-one. cradle witch.

EZRA 'MERCY' MERCER: joe keery. he/him. thirty-one. mare.

ROBIN SHRIKE: geraldine viswanathan. she/her. twenty-eight. human born changeling.

NILU KIRAZ: ilayha alisan. she/they. twenty-eight. darkness nymph.

JEON EBB: gong yoo. he/they. forty-two (five thousand+). vampire.

DOTTIE PATTERSON: savannah lee smith. she/her. twenty-five. human.

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Frankie couldn’t help but gloat a bit - internally, nothing that would’ve shown they were proud, but they were. Couldn’t help but be, just because Dante was laughing, all because he found Frankie funny. They never thought such a thing about them self, knew that they could be entertaining because they were odd, but the rare times they actually made jokes they didn’t always land. Apparently it had with Dante, so Frankie couldn’t care less about the paint suddenly splattered across their shirt. Another wildly patterned piece of cloth, nothing different from what they usually wore, but they’d been fond of this one. It was their favourite now that it’d become a part of Dante’s design. “Jackass.” They huffed, properly putting on a small, 5 second fit as they unbuttoned the shirt for drama’s sake. Wanting to play up the bit, peeling away the shirt from the white tank top they’d had on underneath. The shirt stayed on their shoulders at least, compelled to remove it just for some relief from the stickiness of the paint, but they couldn’t feel it now and it soon it made them - worried. They didn’t want Dante to think they were purposely making a move, suddenly leaving him in an uncomfortable situation. He’d been so happy all night, Frankie didn’t want to make the moment heavy with anything suggestive when Dante had someone at home. “Aura?” They hadn’t even realised what Dante was talking about at first but - Frankie did see him as sunshine. Radiant, bright, warm. Everything matched up, of course he was Frankie’s sunshine, probably would be until the day Dante decided he was done with them. Until that happened, they were happy to indulge in anything Dante sent their way. “Yeah - I guess. It’s, uh… no one ever. Said you’re sunshine?” They couldn’t quite believe it, the comparison seemed like low hanging fruit if anything. The compliments over Dante’s painting almost completely went over Frankie’s head. He really did seem - enamoured, enthralled. It sent a thrill down Frankie’s spine, a genuine shiver that made them feel sheepish and want to get closer at the same time. They knew they seemed shy, almost constantly, but Frankie never really was - they were just unsure. And they never felt that way with Dante, until he was reciprocating, showing interest in Frankie the way they had constant interest in him. It resulted in Frankie merely being dumbfounded, closing their eyes obediently when Dante asked them. If Dante suddenly held a knife to Frankie’s throat and proved this to all be a ruse, they’d just smile and accept it. Instead, they showed a portrait of Frankie that was both - shockingly accurate and also laughable. They couldn’t help it, when they let out a startled bark. It was the only way to describe it, laugh always a bit heinous, obnoxious, loud by all means. It didn’t sound like it belonged to them, but it did, and it poured out of them naturally as they reached for Dante’s portrait of them, taking it in longer. “No, it’s - that’s -.” Giggling, behind a hand, cheeks hurting with how bad they were smiling. “I… I love it. You - wow, that’s, uh… I mean, you got. Everything. Even…” Pressing a gentle touch to the mole above their lip, blushing again as they realised what the attention to detail meant. They couldn’t stop their smile. The fondness they felt. The table between them felt like it was 50 feet long suddenly, but Frankie appreciated it. They still weren’t sure what the limits were, what they could do, how they could touch Dante when he had a girlfriend and kids at home. “I, um. Always… want to kiss you a bit, but it’s, uh, bad now. That’s… fully. Your fault. Though I, uh, wouldn’t… take up art. As a career. You’re good where you are.” Testing the waters. The fear they'd felt earlier about pushing too hard dissipating just because of how deeply Frankie felt.

He should have known. Dante almost chocked as he'd been taking a sip of his wine during the outburst. Coughing away the surprise because he hadn't expected it at all. "Why you..." he spoke, picking up a used paint brush and flicking it in Frankie's direction. Not high enough to reach their sticking features, but close enough to smear blue paint on their shirt. "That's what you get." Dante playfully scolded with a grin on his face. Maybe it'll entice them to take it off, he though then quickly pressed his lips to keep from saying the words out loud. Despite the enthusiasm in which Frankie showed his painting, Dante picked up on so many contradicting emotions coming off 'em. It'd been the same when Dante had first arrived. If he didn't know any better he'd thought it was him, but Frankie was happy when addressing him directly. A single thought told him it was being in their space. Their home. Dante hadn't come from great wealth, despite his fancy mansion and owning a business now. His parents were as dead beat as they came. Racking up debt beyond their means, and stealing from his grandparents to get the bills paid. All for the drugs. It's all they ever really paid for. "My aura?" Dante asked, feeling a little more touched than he probably should have. His sun. It's all he could really think it to mean. "Is that what you think mine looks like?" "Bad?! Please," he reached over to grab the painting as he took a closer look. "It looks amazing, Frankie. Much better than mine so da Vinci would praise you and knight you." The painting itself was not bad in the slightest. Two extremely large blue spots adorned the his face, and anyone who knew Dante would have picked up on the similarities pretty quickly. He loved it. "My turn. Close your eyes." Dante urged Frankie as he reached for his own painting of them. "I think I did a mighty good job too." It was atrocious, he knew. Painting had never been his medium but he could certainly put paint to canvas. But Dante was a confident bastard, and not even his inability to paint would make this moment less triumphant. He made sure to include every outstanding mark on Frankie's features from the birth marks on their face to the singular piercing that beautifully adorned their lobe to the one on their nose. The tiny dark spot above the right side of their lip... He swallowed and bit his lip prying his gaze away from the painting trying to make him daydream, to Francis before him and saying, "Open."

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Frankie wasn’t the most observant at the best of times - when it came to their surroundings, time, anything relative they were clueless. But people, they could read. Not the same level as a therapist by any means - or someone who was actually observant - but they noticed things, liked to take mental notes about the people they knew and met. Filed everyone away easily for later pilfering, when they could really read back and scope through their entire interaction with a magnifying glass. Usually to poke and prod at their own errors. But they wanted this to go well - they wanted this to go really well. And it didn’t take someone who was observant to focus on just how likeable and at ease Sawyer was. Or at least seemed. If she was faking it the way Frankie was trying to fake their own casual atmosphere, she deserved an Oscar. Luckily, Frankie usually had no problem perfecting a look of stoicism, considering it was their go to - it was probably the way they were trying to force a smile, show that they were happy to be with her, that gave them away. The worst was that they were happy to be with Sawyer, but they were terrible at showing it every time. “Hm. Pawpaw predicted… our meeting. I can sense it.” They tried to glaze over the mention of the twins as nonchalantly as possible. Dante had insisted on Frankie meeting them a few times now, and it wasn’t anything against their kids - Frankie could only imagine they were probably the most beautiful babies with the best personalities. As good a personality as babies could have. Frankie had just… always been terrible with anyone under the age of 18. Even that was a stretch. Teenagers still scared them. “The beach?” They were still reeling from the fact that Sawyer was so insistent on wanting to hang out with them. They’d hoped for such a positive reaction, but hope was a fickle thing so they’d learned. Still, they couldn’t help but preen, blush slightly as they considered the option. Glancing at the coffee in hand that was meant for their aunt but - whatever, she didn’t know it was coming. Worst surprise ever, but it was their drink now. “Yeah. I’d, uh, love that.” Should they warn her? That they talked weird, stared sometimes uncomfortably, already had a crush on her? That’d be weird. Instead, Frankie gave her a grin - a genuine one, that wasn’t forced, hopefully looked a bit more natural. “I have - um, a lot of questions.” Frankie insisted, as much as they could, while holding the door open to leave for her. Curious to see if caffeine did anything to affect them after taking a few sips of whatever caramel contraption they’d ordered. “Dante talks about you all… the time. But I - I’m always… uh, curious. Birthday? Favourite colour? Um… Love Language? Or is that, uh… getting too deep?”

Sawyer smiles in the embrace; there was something she has learned about herself in the last two years and it was how much she needed physical affection. Maybe, it was one of the reasons why she didn't hold what happened against them because in a way they were a mixture of her and Dante. She could already tell this person wore their feelings on their sleeves and loved physical affection no matter how small it was. She could feel it in the way they melted in her embrace which only made her what to hug them tighter, to let them really know there was no ill feelings between them. Although for Dante and Frankie, it was never about cheating or any of the insecurities she had when it had gone down. It was about their relationship, their connection, and whatever that connection was... It was one Sawyer was willing to work with. Apple keeps telling her how much progress she's been making for the last two years. No longer on that scale of recently sober and the whole being pregnant thing at the time wasn't helpful. Their ugly laugh makes her smirk slightly, Leo's voice in the back of her head practically screaming that there was no way she just fucking did that, the proud tune in his voice. She scrunches her nose playfully at Frankie, not being able to hold back the wink. "I have a feeling you will," she muses. She hears her name, her head turns to look over at the cup of coffee sitting there. She reaches over and plucks the cup off the counter, pressing her lips together as she glances over to them. "Fortunately for you, I'm not busy. Pawpaw took the twins, demanding I at least step out to take a walk or interact with someone on the street." She teases. "I would really like it if we hung out together, Frankie." And she meant it. She could already see it, everything Dante could see. "Human interactions are exhausting," she chuckles. "Do you want to take a walk on the beach?"

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Rosa had been in the middle of writing a report - one of her students shoving another until they toppled to the ground, had started wailing because of it - when Val entered her classroom. No one had gotten hurt, and the pusher had been beside himself with guilt, wailing just as loud, but it had to be written up anyway, and Rosa enjoyed the mundanity of it. That vanished quickly. Valentina was smart - knew to show up to her work, where she’d never cause a scene, and with her favourite foods. They weren’t fighting right now, were actually at a good place if anything, but Rosa didn’t want to lead them on. Still, there was nothing she could do now, blinking up at Val daftly as they entered the room. “We?” She asked, waiting for someone else to come in - until Val mentioned Hunter. Rosa never pressed, never tried to figure out if Hunter or Xander had been real and Val was seeing their ghosts, or if they were nothing more than comfort in Val’s psyche. Either way, this wasn’t the place to push. “Thank you. I’d prefer if it was just us, though.” It was mean - the opposite of Rosa saying she didn’t want to lead Val on, but she couldn’t converse with her properly if Val believed her friends were in the room. “You didn’t have to do this. This place is expensive.” Rosa mumbled, noting the carry out bags the sushi came in. “I thought you had plans today. Or did you just say that to surprise me?” Her tone stayed neutral, didn’t want to rile Val up - they were being civil. Rosa wanted to be civil too, but wanted to know their ulterior motives as well. If there were any, but she could never tell where Val’s mind was at, not really. Though deep down, she still wanted to. Probably the only reason she did press in that moment.

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"We brought you lunch." Valentina placed the containers down on her desk and spread the dishes out to display. They did so before giving Rosa much time to reach and preventing the usual denial and negative attitude that came off her at times. They knew if they tried to meet her anywhere else she would attempt to flea. Lunchtime at work wasn't something their Flor could run from even if she did try, and Valentina wasn't above using some compulsion to make their entrance easier. "Hunter wanted gyoza's so we ordered some of those too." they spoke, opening the containers, "but we know how much you love your dragon rolls."

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“Any time.” Geordi had been excited to loan out the instrument - it was sad, how it’d started collecting dust in the supply closet. There’d been a few students who’d shown interest, but most preferred something louder, more traditional. Drums, guitar - especially when Geordi brought in some of the electric guitars he’d owned. He’d been surprised when Lupita asked for the guiro instead. “Mock concert?” Immediately, it’d piqued his interest. He used to volunteer at the church before he got a full time job at Marina high, missed some of the kids in the church choir. “If you need any help I’d… love to do what I can. When’s the concert? Even if you don’t need help I’d love to see it.” Geordi hadn’t liked the last person who’d volunteered at the church. There’d been nothing wrong with them, but they hadn’t shown the dedication Lupita did for the kids, the music. It gave Geordi some relief, watching her fondly while they continued to clean up the music room. “Nothing - visiting Olive, maybe.” If Geordi ever wanted company, his sister was his go to. “But I think she might be busy. She’s got friends. Popular girl. What about you? If you’re not doing anything, you don’t have to go so soon.”

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"Thank you very much for lending me the guiro." Lupita said, offering him a smile, "I've been searching for one for a while now." Of all the instruments that you would expect to be found in the church, Guadalupe could't believe that a guiro had not been present. Perhaps it was an outdated instrument, but always brought joy to the young children's faces even though none of them knew exactly how to play it. "I'll bring it back soon after our mock concert." they continued, moving over to the window to gauge the weather. There was a thunderstorm approaching but they brushed it away with the slightest of thought. "Have you got plans for the rest of the day?"