human sacrifices.

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beckettts​:

Beck laughed, nodding her head. “Don’t act like this is middle school. I think everyone in town is hot, anyone over the appropriate age to think that, at least. Including myself. Blonde and broody can be cute. Dimitri and I pull it off well.”

megs admired many things about beck, but above all – she admired her confidence. megs suffered tremendously with her self-esteem and she’s positive that it reads all over her face. “you’re not wrong. i’ve only spoken to him once or twice, kinda’ gives me the creeps if i’m being honest. but hey, so do you, so maybe it’s a blonde thing.”

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beckettts​:

“I’m positive he’d only have really nice things to say about me, ACTUALLY, Megan.” She laughed, knowing that Meg was right. She knew for a fact that Dimitri probably found her annoying - she’d be surprised if he didn’t. “I don’t know how to act around people I think are attractive.”

“did you just ...” she paused, eyebrows lifting in suggestion. “call dimitri attractive? i didn’t think he’d be your type ... not that i know what your type is. what is your type? broody and blonde? look in the mirror.”

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xxsonjakuhnxx​:

“No I haven’t. If I had, I’d probably still be scrubbing my skin raw to get it clean.” Sonja wasn’t a germaphobe, but being puked on was just too much. “Just nasty.” Sonja cringed, shuddering at the thought of just some random person’s projectile vomit all over. Staying next to her friend, she stepped forward in line also, laughing softly. 

“Me pass up mini donuts?!” The laughter grew stronger. “Of course I pigged out on food already. It’s almost like you don’t even know me.” Sonja shuffled a little further in the line. “I wouldn’t worry about it coming back up though, if I were you. What about you? Am I going to go deaf from your shrill screams of terror?”

“yeah, those mini donuts are to die for.” jenna confirmed, her eyes rolling at sonja’s comment — though she’s certain the blonde meant it as a joke. “have you ever heard me raise my voice at all?” even in times of frustration and fear, jenna remained cool and collected. “none of my students have, either. i’m not sure my voice even goes higher than this.” with a soft laugh, she shrugged a shoulder. “we’ll see. i might open my mouth to scream and shock us all.”

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salllyatkins​:

“Mothman? Don’t we gotta be a little further north for that?” She’d never really thought about sightings the way Jenna would, but she wondered what the woman’s seen in her years as a professor. “You got tales to tell?” Digging through her bag, she pulled out her phone and swiped through some of the photos. “Just like, human prints. Bigger, though. What’s the verdict?” 

“you’d think.” jenna responded, cold and sarcastic. the concept of geography wasn’t always correct when it came to cryptids and monsters. taking the phone from sally’s hand, she pulled it away from her face, squinting her eyes to get a better look. “you sure this ain’t a bear or somethin’?” to her, it looked more like wolf prints. werewolf, but knowing what sally did for a living, she was keen to get her off the trail. “or a mountain lion. whatever. not mothman, anyway.”

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salllyatkins​:

@salllyatkins​

“I mean, I’ve been trained to search for certain things. It still makes me feel like a fuckin’ lunatic, though.” She explained, or tried to. Being a hunter in this day and age was always an interesting thing to explain. Some people simply scoffed, others thought she was an advocate for animal cruelty. “Footprints. Just seemed like some kinda creature. You’re into all that, ain’tcha? Care to educate?”

she laughed, understanding all too well exactly what sally’s going through. “sure — got any pics?” settling into the seat beside the brunette, jenna pulled her legs up on the chair, underneath her, and got comfortable. “footprints like bear tracks or … you know …” wiggling her fingers, she laughed menacingly. “mothman.”

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by now, jenna knew what sally was in town to do, but it wasn’t mutual. talks of jenna’s life had been rare and short. basic tales and white lies to draw her in without giving herself a way. a witch in the company of a hunter was never going to be safe, that much she already knew. “what do you mean you think you found something?” she asked, trying to come across as nonchalant as she usually did. apathetic, even. “something spooky or what?”

@salllyatkins​

[mikaeled]

Jennifer Connelly in The Day the Earth Stood Still (2008)

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stcrmwvrnings​:

The demon shot her an amused glance, doing his best to stifle a laugh. Raising a hand to his mouth, Dimitri cleared his throat. “Oh, so is that what we’re calling it?” He teased. “I was just leaving now.” He said, taking a glance back at the funeral home, which looked almost menacing in the darkness. “Do you often take walks at night? Aren’t you worried about all the animal attacks?”

“animal attacks?” jenna asked, ignoring his teasing. being ‘friends’ of sorts, with dimitri meant that she often had to ignore things he said to her. “that’s a hoax. the people in this town hear a rustling in the forest and cry … werewolf.” her own joke made her grin, eyebrows lifting and dropping just as fast. “why? are you scared?”

[diver5ion]

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xxsonjakuhnxx​:

Like a child, she giggled when Jenna became disgusted by her comment. That fact alone made it twice as funny in her mind. “Disgusting.” Sonja nodded in agreement, before sticking her finger in the air. “But I’m not wrong.” Another small laughed followed, though it slipped away rather fast. 

“Nooooo. Grossss” The word was drawn out as her eyes grew wide. “That actually happens at parties? Thought that was something that only happened in the movies. I actually don’t feel that bad now for missing my youthful party stage.” Sonja shrugged. “Have you been puked on at a party, or seen it happen?” 

her expression shifted as though sonja’s question was absurd. “of course i have, you really never have?” despite jenna’s hostile and lonely composure, there was a time where she was more of a party animal. those days have long gone, but the memories — or most of them — remained. with a hand gesture to signal ‘projection’, she laughed and shook her head. “tequila has that effect on people sometimes. just disgusting.”

moving forward in the line, she turned back towards the blonde. “you haven’t gorged on festival food, right? no cotton candy comin’ back up to say hello in ten minutes?”

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xxsonjakuhnxx​:

“I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that!” Sonja closed her eyes as if she could block out the comment that way. “Sonja Kühn does not wimp out.” Quite the opposite, she could be a dare devil when she wanted to be. “Can’t believe you went there.” Dramatically, she took large steps to the line so she could stand next to Jenna.

“Well not everyone can be as courageous as us.” She shrugged lightly. “Depending on the shape the ride is in, it can get pretty scary. OR, who is sitting in front of you. Vomit chunks coming at you at high sped is everyone’s nightmare.” 

her words made jenna cringe, and it showed on her expression. “ew, sonja — that’s disgusting.” though, if she were being honest, she thought it was funny. it’d be a different story if someone had puked on her, though. but being a bystander was thankfully jenna’s luck. “anyone ever puke on you? like, on a ride? i don’t mean at a party. i assume everyone’s been puked on at a party.”

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Jennifer Connelly as Melanie Cavill ft. Needing no man to get shit done. Snowpiercer S01E06

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xxsonjakuhnxx​:

Fourth of July || 1st Event

Sonja liked this holiday. The fireworks were beautiful and she enjoyed hitting all the rides at lease once. Her smile grew wider as she came up to the line of one of the more daunting rides. It went fast and would flip you upside down in the air. Sonja could wait to get on it. 

“This one. I think we should start here.” She stated, starting to walk towards the end of the line. “You’re com’n with right?” Sonja turned to look at her friend. “Better not chicken out and leave me to go all alone like my other friend.” Her arms crossed over her chest.  

already, the girl’s words were taunting her — and it showed in the expression that crossed her features. “you callin’ me a chicken?” she asked, arms crossed over her chest, her actions mirroring the blonde’s identically. “i was about to say the same to you, better not wimp-out on me.”

passing her, she took a few strides into the line behind a group of people. “these festival coasters aren’t all that scary, anyway — can’t believe your other friend left you here to die. alone.”

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stcrmwvrnings​:

“Have you ever stopped to question just why that is?” Dimitri asked, quirking a brow at her. He wasn’t trying to pry into her inner psyche. Despite their banter, Dima had actually grown rather fond of Jenna in their time together. Like him, she was rough around the edges which made for interesting conversation. “Ah, I feel tired.” The demon admitted with a shrug. While he didn’t need sleep, the desire to end the day was great. “Depends on how absolutely hopeless they look. I’m sure you know about that.”

“i don’t berate,” she argued, her tone dipping into a childish territory — like someone who had just been scolded by a parent. “i may offer unsolicited commentary, but don’t we all?” the technicalities brought a grin to her face, a shrug passing her shoulder, barely lifting it from its place. “when are you finished?” she paused, considering her next sentence. “i was just taking a walk if you’re done … now, but i wouldn’t hang around.”

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stcrmwvrnings​:

For the past few years Dimitri had grown to resent the summer months. With his waking job as the counties only coroner, he always had a lot of work waiting for him. It seemed like every day ended with some sort of outdoors tragedy and that meant he was stuck with paperwork. 

Stepping outside for the first time in nearly 15 hours he quickly locked the funeral home’s front door. The demon was disappointed to see the sun had already dipped below the mountains. He briefly wondered why he bothered doing such work before settling on the fact that the dead didn’t bother him. Oceanic hues flickered across the street, noticing someone standing around. “Unless you’re interested in hanging out with the dead, there is nothing in here for you.”

“maybe the dead interest me, dimitri.” she’d learned his name early on — right after her arrival. he’d always been relatively nice to jenna, but people seemed to take them both with a grain of salt. “you look tired.” didn’t he always, she thought, but her tone still held a sense of kindness. “do you often berate people passing by? just looking for someone to talk to?”

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jennifer connelly & she / her ; ( jenna hopkins ) is a ( 120 ) year old witch who specializes in ( neutral magic ). To blend in they work at ( woodland park school district ) as a ( history professor ). They can be both ( intuitive ) & ( selfless ) but also ( over-bearing ) & ( condescending ). 

i’ll add some more info as i go ! bio coming soon.