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theo-cheon:

Theo wandered into the library, hoping to find some peace and calming in here, honestly. Of course he had to wait until it was dark enough for him to go out, but it was also a rainy day. He managed to slip out in the early evening, since the sun wasn’t really out, either.

He leaned against the desk and smiled a bit. “I don’t need much help. I just came here to find something to lift my spirits. This town has had me really down lately,” he hummed and looked around. “What are you reading?”

If she was honest she was doing the asshole thing and ignoring the other as he spoke. It wasn’t until she was asked a direct question that she looked up from her book. Her brow raising slightly at the other. “Just a bit of Trotsky. Interesting man with interesting beliefs.” she paused studying him a moment. “But probably not something so lift your spirits. I mean dude did end up getting an ice pick lobotomy for his beliefs.”

Her tone was nonchalant as she waved her hand about. “So are you in here to read just anything? Or is there something I can help you find?” she asked shoving her book aside, opting to be a professional for one in her life. Well sort of. “Because I don’t do suggestions for strangers. That is a dangerous game.”

#theo cheon #para. #|| HI Sorry for the uber late reply ||

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oh-flynn:

Flynn grimaced as he saw the cup and the tea splattered all over the pavement. “Ah, that’s bloody dreadful,” he muttered, and then quickly began to fish into his pockets until he managed to find a five dollar bill. “I’ll buy you a new cup of tea. It was completely my fault that you dropped it.” he smiled a bit, trying to appear friendly. “It’s quite the sin for an Englishman to waste a cup of tea like that, so I must make amends.”

Her lips turned slightly into a scowl at his propriety. It wasn’t that she hated politeness. There was something that worried her when someone was overly nice. Nice or not Parker wasn’t about to turn down a hot new cup of tea. “If you’re offering to buy me a new one lead the way.” she stepped aside allowing him to take point.   

#oh flynn #para.

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🌹 luxury asks. 🌹

bubble bath: do you have any routines before bedtime? like skin care, etc. what are they?

champagne: what topic could you talk about for hours?

crushed velvet: have you ever used your charm to get something you want?

diamonds: how do you feel about excessively spending money?

faux fur: describe your wardrobe.

glitter: describe someone special to you.

gold: describe what you would call the most perfect meal.

jazz: name a song that resonates with you and your emotions. explain the reason why.

lace: what is something in your life completely different from last year?

lingerie: do you consider yourself a promiscuous person?

lipstick: do you enjoy talking to strangers?

pearls: what's something about your personality that surprises others?

penthouse: what would you consider your dream home? describe it.

perfume: if you could make your own signature fragrance, what would it smell like?

robe: how do you prepare for an evening alone with a loved one/date?

roses: If it had to be winter, autumn, spring or summer for the rest of your life, which would you choose?

satin: what is your most favorite article of clothing?

sheet mask: what's your favorite lazy activity?

silk: do you have more inner or outer beauty?

silver: do you have any obscure hobbies? what are they?

sparkling water: what are your top three songs for the summer?

wine: what kind of drunk are you (happy/affectionate, angry, sad, fun/wild)? if you don't drink, what kind do you think you WOULD be?

#ask meme.

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Slow days at the library were the best. Parker could read all day and talk to virtually no one. Unless Sam suddenly remembered some hilarious story that he just had to tell her… which she most of the time thought were neither hilarious or entertaining. Today was extra rad for it was Simons turn (Like always) to sort through the mountain of returns. So the fae sat comfortably in her desk. Reading some of Trotsky’s work. Tea sitting near, the steam seeping out the small opening on top. How days like this were far too little.

It had been hours that she sat like that. Tea slowly cooling, pages slowly dwindling. She was in the zone as to say. Not watching the door for visitors. It was a library, who the hell wants to be greeted when they were coming to read… or use the internet for all sorts of nasty things… or Simon told her. She didn’t care the internet was too confusing for her to care. She heard the person enter, not bothering to look up at them. Eyes trained on her book until they stood in front of her desk. It was then she gave a montone greeting. Her eyes never leaving the pages. “Welcome to Devils Watch public library, How may I help you?”

#devilstarter #|| welcome to monotone town ||

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The fae had wandered into the place seeking shelter from the rain. Not that she hated the rain, no she loved it. Her shoes on the other hand were untreated leather, so not really fans of stomping through the water. The music was loud, too loud. It was quite honestly messing up her mood. Not that she hated Queen… she wasn’t really a fan of the band either. They were too… well too fucking dad rock.

She stood watching the only employee in sight dancing around. Feeling slightly awkward to be watching what obviously was meant to be a private moment. “No worries. Just a paying customer. Waiting patiently for a drink.” she said as she pulled out her wallet. Which was adorned with pictures of He-man. Embarrassing but the cartoon was rad. “Rum and coke if you can please.”

Talk about a slow day. Due to the rainy weather outside, there didn’t seem to be one person wanting to come out for a drink. It was still early in the day, and Mika had to come in for a shipment and stock, but she had hoped at least one person would come around. At least she wouldn’t have felt so alone in the seemingly spacious bar. Taking the quiet time for granted, she wandered over to the jukebox, finding one of her favorite classics. No one could resist a bit of Queen, and she had yet to meet someone to hated them. Biting her lip, she went back behind the bar and turned up the speakers just a bit louder to get the full effect. “Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy…” started to spew into the bar, the wolf lip synching rather aggressively. 

As the song progressed on, she got lost in the music. Behind the bar, she started dancing as if she was back at home, not a chance someone could possibly walk in. But as her luck would have it, she didn’t notice that there was someone standing inside, escaping the downfall. As she heard a cough though, it startled her, making her cheeks turn red. “Oh, I’m so sorry,” she said with a nervous laugh, walking over and turning the music down to a reasonable level. 

#beastwithinmika #para. #|| Such a grump. So sorry. ||

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fae-tsuga:

Tsuga snorted, amused at her phrasing. “Pyxis isn’t exactly a pet,” they said as they stepped back, expecting her to show them the way. “More like a husband. He usually lives in the Underground but with all the shit going on I’m trying to accommodate him at my place.” they tilted their head. “But you’re…you’re a faerie. I haven’t met you before.” they shrugged. “Not that I’m really up for meeting most people in this fucking town, but…faeries are alright in my book. Obviously.” they looked around. “You live in this stuffy library? Maybe that’s why I haven’t seen you.”

“Like a husband? Or an actual husband?” she asked as she moved from behind the desk. The monotone questions spilling out of her mouth. “Those are two different things you know.” She waved a hand as if to beckon him to follow. She agreed with his statement about not wanting to meet people in town. People, as she always says, fucking sucked. Most of them were just plain boring in the Faes opinion. That or untrustworthy assholes... or in her favourite occasions both. 

The next phrasing of his next question rubbed her slightly the wrong way. Of course she didn’t live in the damn library. Hell she probably would have if she could, alas she’d probably be terminated for squatting. She knew it was a turn a phrase but still she turned to look over at him. “No, Live in windswell. Like you probably do.” she chirped out casually. “Spend a good portion of my day here, but I’m no squatter.”

#fae tsuga #para.

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Parker Morris is a Two Hundred and Ninety year old Faerie who currently lives in Windswell and works as a Librarian at Devil’s Watch Public Library.

                                      [looks like Aubrey Plaza]

The past is in the p a s t

Born to an isolated group of faeries in the rainy forests of British Columbia Parker often found herself secluded from others. Besides some occasional loneliness, it was not like she minded. Hell, she rather preferred to live her life off alone. Often spending time away from the other fae in the area, including her own family, she liked the solitude that everything provided as the outside world developed around her.

It wasn’t until she was nearing a few hundred years old that she ran into her first human. A lost hiker by the name of Logan. He was a rather quiet boy and this interested her. Most of all he was quieter than she expected of a human and in this Parker saw something. During their short meeting he introduced her to the wonders of human literature. Over Logan’s all too short life he and Parker became fast friends spending most of their time together in her forest home. Both laughing and reading in silence was how they spent their day. He was her first and only true friend she had made, and so his death left her feeling lonely and restless.  

You can’t change your s o u l

Parker, after spending a long time grieving decided to venture outside of the forest nearby. Wanting to learn more about the world of humans and determined to make it on her own now that Logan was gone. With very little worldly experience she made her way to Devil’s Watch. For now she’s trying to get settled into town and modern life even if it’s proving difficult to her.

But you can write your f u t u r e

Parker is trying to find her way around the current modern world which still surprises her. She wants to get one of those things people call a “cell phone” and fit in with the crowd. Logan had showed her a photo of his own phone once but since then everything has gotten way more advanced on her. You can apparently even put a phone in your pocket! She also wants to make more friends… perhaps even more than one during her time in Devil’s Watch.

5 Positive Traits: Loyal, Brave, Well-Read, Curious, & Eloquent. 

5 Negative Traits: Sarcastic, Introverted, Reticent, Naive, & Abrasive. 

“I am rarely bored alone; I am often bored in groups and crowds.”

#the bio #|| on mobile. replies tomorrow. ||

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#reflection. #|| this show was made amazing by here ||

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Work was becoming a way to distract herself from the shit going outside. Her new home was starting to look like a new death trap. She kept reminding herself that she didn’t live in the Underground so things weren’t gone straight to the hell zone. Though they seem like did they are enroute to it. Who the fuck plants magical bombs around town anyways?

She turned the page of her current novel, Setting sun. A sigh escaping her lips as she both read and contemplated the town around her. She was so engrossed that she hadn’t noticed the other come to the desk and inquire about the books in the library. She quickly memorized her place before looking up at the other, face set in a neutral annoyance. Everything in her body wanted to reply with something along “No shit sherlock. This is a library in a town of supernaturals.”  But instead she bit her tongue. She didn’t need any complaints to threaten her cozy job.

“I didn’t realize that vampires were the hot new pet this season.” she said her expression staying the same as her gaze lingered on them. She let out a mental sigh before standing up behind her desk. “We have a few books on the topic. We follow the Colon Classification system, so I can show you to the proper area if you’d like?”

Tsuga was pissed. They kept repeating, “This town is going to hell,” as they wandered towards the library. People were nervous, the energy was different. Thankfully some of the stifling bad energy had dissipated, which meant the energy was tied to that orb that exploded, but now the town was freaked out because according to everyone the witches were up to something. And sure, they probably were, but it couldn’t be that simple.

They decided to go to the library in order to find a book on how to make a proper safe space for a vampire. Pyxis was going to move in with Tsuga for a while in order to get out of the Underground entirely, and Tsuga was going to ensure they knew exactly what Pyxis needed. They figured the library would have a few books on the matter.

As they walked into the library they approached a girl standing behind a desk. She wasn’t familiar, but there was a lot of fresh faces lately. “Hello,” they said with a nod. “I need to find a book on…I dunno, on vampires or some shit. I gotta make my home safe for a vampire to live in. There’s gotta be books on that, right?”

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#fae tsuga #|| hello hello ||

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To say that the explosion had put the fae on edge would be putting it mildly. She was more pissed off than worried. Of course the town she would decide to move to would have some sort of problem with freakshows wanting to murder people. She couldn’t have chosen some resort town where no supernatural explosions happened. Where the people would mostly ignore the cranky librarian.

She shoved one of her hands into the pockets of her hoodie while the other lightly gripped her tea. As she stalked down the sidewalk, her destination the areas park. A little bit of green space is just what she needed to cool her jets.

Unfortunately she was halted as a passerby knocked into her shoulder. The very one connected to the hand grasping her tea. She watched as the paper cup fumbled from her grasp and splashed across the pavement. She barely heard the other as she stared at her spilt drink. Eye twitching slightly in annoyance. “I’m fine.” she said sharply before changing to a low grumble. “My tea is just fucking peachy as well.”

Flynn felt that he had truly been lucky to make it out so well from what had happened. The orb they had founded actually exploded, it was such a dangerous thing, but he was grateful there were no casualties this time. In fact, he was only kept overnight at the hospital, along with other members of the Crisis Team and anyone nearby who had been affected, and now he was being released with a simple headache. It was a relief, but now he knew he was getting close to something. He had hit a nerve.

He wandered out onto the sidewalk, squinting a little in the light and adjusting his glasses. The headache was making his vision a little blurry, as if he had stayed up too late or something, but he was feeling fine otherwise. He was feeling eager to solve the mystery more than ever before. He knew there had to be more of those orbs down in the Underground, and had to be someone making them.

As he walked, his shoulder knocked into someone he passed by and he gasped, quickly stepped to the side. “I’m sorry!” he exclaimed as he looked at them. “Ah, I’m really not watching where I’m going enough. Are you quite alright?”

#oh flynn #para. #{Hi there have a squidward}

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Parker hadn’t really checked the area around her new home out. She hadn’t really had time, between avoiding getting lost and settling into her new job. So on her day off she decided to venture around the area. She dressed somewhat nicely not quite ready to show the neighbourhood her days off casual clothes yet. Her bag slung casually around her shoulder she wandered bright eyed. Studying the buildings and peeking into the shops around the area. It wasn’t long before she stumbled upon what looked like an art gallery. The buildings name wasn’t in any language she could understand. Tentatively she entered, giving the immediate area a quick glance. She should have expected someone to greet her. nonetheless she allowed her curious expression fade into her disinterested mask. It wasn’t that she was nervous about meeting new people. She just found in tedious and in all honestly hate most conversations. She studied him a moment before her eyes fell to the small pin, which she found semi obnoxious. Why let everyone know it’s your birthday. “Is it actually your birthday? Or is the pin some sort of strange conversation piece?”   

Huijun sat in his seat at the counter of the gallery, tapping his fingers on the cool wood. He was wearing his finest dress shirt, as well as some dress slacks. It was his birthday after all, even if he had to work, he generally found himself doing the same thing he did as a teenager, though with out his family now, he still dressed up fairly nice, and had a drink or two though that was normal for him, as well as his favored piece of cake, though his tastes changed over the years the last few he really enjoyed Red Velvet, which was what was sitting in the back waiting for him. To top it all off he had a small pin on his collar saying birthday boy, it was given to him a few years back by an ex, it was his favorite thing, and being the nomad he was he generally didn’t carry much with him but that stayed. Perking up as the door opened to the gallery. “Welcome, if you need anything, let me know.”

#huijininthesheets #para. #{ hi there! }

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ooc;; 

Hi everyone! My name is Carli, and this is my smol sarcastic faerie ball Parker. She can be a bit prickly and basically has trouble not cursing (Now that she knows how to) and using copious amounts of sarcasm. But once you get past her rough exterior she is super caring and one of the most loyal people you can meet. She also is a total isolated loser and basically has trouble using any and all modern technology. She just got her first smart phone and she doesn’t really know what to do with the glowy magic brick. 

Please feel free to message me! Even if it’s just to say hi, love chatting ... but tbh I love all sorts of plots more. (Ask box or the IM system both works for me. (: ) 

#devilsooc #out of the library

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#;reflection