nicodemo bianchi.

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emfrye‌:

“Artist?” her voice dropped to an awed undertone. “Am I unknowingly in the presence of a famous professional?” The corners of her mouth turned up to a light smile. She herself had tried to find her artistic vein not too long ago, only reaching a sobering conclusion – apart from her voice (which was quite common for mer) she had nothing else to offer. That is why her admiration for artists was deep and genuine. “Let me know the outcome.” She nodded towards the paining. “My curiosity has been piqued.”

Without meaning to, a dry chuckle escaped Nic. “Hardly,” he replied. “I make enough but I’m afraid that art isn’t as appreciated as it once was.” Fortunately, he had about five-hundred years worth of investments and savings that made it so money was the least of his concerns. He didn’t even have to lie about being born rich because he was. “Can do, ma’am,” he said, lips curving with a smile.

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TASK 001 ;               THE MANOR ON THE HILL

A shadowy, foreboding mansion tucked into a forested hillside on the outskirts of Anchorage. Over a hundred years old, having been built in the late 1800s, it’s been rumored to be haunted nearly as long. It’s gone through multiple owners over the years, none of them staying long. Much of the interior hasn’t been update since it was built but the antique, almost gothic look gives it an interesting aesthetic. It shows its age in places -- it’s drafty, there are cracks in the walls, and there’s always something in need of repair -- but it has power, running water, road access, and, most importantly, it feels like home to Nic.

The vampire bought it three years ago upon arriving in the Alaskan city. Despite the reputation and troubles, he loves it. He’s kept the house as in-tact as possible, trying to maintain that classic atmosphere. He’s decorated almost every wall in some painting, made by him or by others. The paintings range in age and artist -- there are originals from Van Gogh, Monet, Picasso, Rembrandt along with pieces from artist that, much like himself, have been forgotten by the history books.

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carscnk‌:

It was dark out. Taking a long drag of his cigarette, Carson let out a puff of smoke before he dropped the end on the ground and crushed it with his foot. Anchorage late at night always felt so eerie but it was one of the things he liked about the place. It had been a few days since news broke out about the latest death and it had been pretty quiet since. He had a feeling though, somewhere deep down it wouldn’t be long until something else were to happen to someone, he just hoped it stayed the fuck away from him. Heading back into the garage towards the car he was supposed to work on, Carson heard footsteps behind him. “We’re closed,” he spoke out, turning around. It was partially true. He was the last one at the shop and was going to finish up before he went out on a wolf run. “So I suggest coming by tomorrow.”

The smell of smoke was pungent in the air as Nic approached the auto shop. His shoes scuffed the ground as he drew closer, no attempt at hiding his presence. Why would he? He was just here for his car. It was late but he overslept. Why else would he be out? That was a good one. But truly, this was just an innocuous trip outside of his looming, haunted mansion “You sure you couldn’t make time for one more? I dropped my car off this morning, forget to pick up until about thirty-minutes ago.”

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ailisa-moongrove‌:

Ailisa nodded, pressing her lips together as the guy handed her the delicate canvas. She took in all of the clear and precise brush strokes, the seamless blending of colors, and finally, the woman in the center of it all. With her back to the painter, her hair was in a loose yet elegant bun, she wore a sheer gossamer fabric of sorts draped over one shoulder, but dipped down and over the curve of her buttocks, exposing her back. It was a breathtaking piece of art, if only she had been there sooner to snatch it up herself. “God, what a beautiful story this must hold. You’re so lucky. But, you said collection, right? Are you an artist?” She asked, handing it back to the man. 

Taking the painting back from the woman, he nodded. “Painter by trade, though I’ve dabbled in various areas. It’s been a life-long love of mine.” He glanced down at the painting, observing what she had -- what he had earlier. It was a gorgeous scene, with elegant strokes and well-used colors. “It certainly sparks something in the imagination. Who was she? Was she based on someone? Was does she see?”

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rosemarie-arthur‌:

Rosemarie nodded, a smile breaking through. “Ah, okay. I can see that. Are you a painter exclusively?” Really, she didn’t know much about art, in terms of the actual skill. So she had no clue if you mastered one and couldn’t sculpt to save your life. “Damn. Not even close. It suits you. When was the last time you visited?”

Nic hummed. “I’ve dabbled some -- pursued a few intellectual interests -- but I always find my way back to a canvas and a paintbrush.” It was one of his greatest joys and though it didn’t mean as much to this world, it would always be invaluable to him. “Don’t beat yourself up over it; it’s not as common in this country. Oh...” He sighed, shaking his head. “Ages ago. I was much younger than.”

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lcurelpcrks‌:

“So, an art piece somehow got destroyed in my room. Don’t know if it was one of my roommates friends, or my dog, or something, but I’m on the hunt for something new to hang. It can’t be too expensive because ya girl is on a budget, but it has to look nice.” She smiled sweetly at Nic. “I was hoping you were help me find something, y’know, since you have a nice eye for art, better than I do. At least in the painting sense.”

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Nic raised an eyebrow as she explained her purpose, the look on his face conveying how unimpressed he felt. “If it’s one of your roommates, you should get rid of them. Same with the dog depending on how you feel about it,” he stated. “Well, whatever you do, don’t get it from a department store. Those mass-produced pieces are always garbage. You’ll likely find cheaper pieces in thrift stores run by people who don’t know art but you have to have an eye for it. Galleries will cost you more but if a piece has been sitting long enough, you may be able to negotiate a lower price.”

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evieblake‌:

Evelyn was walking through the streets, making kissy noises trying to find her cat. “Nemo, Nemo,” she called gently. “Where are you.” She sighed slightly, looking around trash cans and in the alleys between buildings. She approached the nearest stranger, who didn’t look like that were going to be harsh with her if she asked them a question. “Hi, sorry to bother you, but have you seen a cat? He’s an orange tabby cat, has a blue collar on, may possibly answer to the name of Nemo.”

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Despite being from Italy -- where lazy summer days and an unrelenting sun were the stereotype, Nic was actually quite fond of Anchorage’s cooler weather. He appreciated the cloudy skies, the passing showers. They were just as beautiful as a shining sun, even more dynamic sometimes. Nic was out for a stroll, taking in the sights, when the young woman approached him. “I don’t believe I have,” he responded. “It was raining earlier -- perhaps he’s hiding under something?”

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jcrdigarcia‌:

“Human boys do weird things when they’re in high school. The third time I went to high school, I went to a sleepover and I shot my friend in the foot with an air soft gun because he fell asleep first,” Jordan shrugged. “It’s an odd time nowadays.”

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Nic frowned at Jordi’s story, his lips pursing in a thin line. “Are you sure it’s the human boys doing strange things? Because you’re the one that shot you’re friend,” the vampire pointed out. “Speaking of, how many times have you been to high school?”

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Just an fyi that I put myself on hiatus until Monday. I’ve been fighting a migraine the past few days so that’s the reason. I check the main regularly though and have the promo queue stocked so don’t worry about me going anywhere.

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supervvitch‌:

           “And yet another murder.” With a displeased expression, Diana dropped the newspaper back onto the coffee. Although she had been the doctor responsible for determining the cause of death and doing the required analysis of the body, her name had not featured in the newspaper, at her request, nearing the spotlight had her ill at ease. “This is getting depressing.” Her hand raised in the air, to signal the bartender over to refill her glass.

The murders were... Well, Nic couldn’t say he had thought much of them. It wasn’t that he didn’t know he was in danger. His name was on this list like all the rest of the supernaturals in this town. Yet, honestly, the likelihood of finding himself one of those victims just seemed low. Call it a suspicion. He could be wrong, naturally, but he preferred to think he wasn’t and go on with his life as normal. That was why he was at the bar, though disinterested in the drink in his hand. “It happens. Couple years from now, this’ll be a distant memory.”

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rosemarie-arthur‌:

“Artist too, or just a collector?” Rose questioned, finding herself curious about the man across from her. Maybe it was because of the antique shop. She always thought they were special places. “I try, anyway. I’m Rosemarie. Let me guess. Nic is short for Nicholas. No, Nicco.”

“Both. Hard to be an artist without developing a collection of you’re own,” he replied. Or living five-hundred years through some of histories greatest art movements. “Nicodemo, actually. Italian born and bred though it’s been a long time since I was home. Rosemarie is a pretty name.”

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Today was really busy for me, sorry y’all! I’ll be on for replies tomorrow.

[100xgrounder]

paint me yellow and orange like the sunrise; and drown me in your palette. this is what i’ll die for.

a.s. (via illuminosity)

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You all are lovely and have been drowning me in replies but I need to take a break for a bit, perhaps for the evening. If I don’t get to the rest of my replies tonight, I will tomorrow. I’ll still be around here and on the main though if you want to talk, plot, or whatever. 

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ofcvcrctt‌:

That voice, no matter how gentle a tone, was enough to make Everett stop in his tracks. Not a word left his lips, though his opinion on the meeting was apparent in his stance. Fists clenched at his sides, knuckles turning white, he ground his teeth and glared at the other vampire. The knowledge that they were in public playing in the back of his mind was all that kept him from striking for Nic’s throat. “It was,” he eventually hissed, swallowing back the growing rage that came with just seeing his sire. “Shame. It appears that something’s ruined it. Any idea what that could be? I’ll allow you three guesses.”

Nic’s lips pursed. His eyes didn’t leave the other and he saw the sudden shift in demeanor -- the clench fists, the gritted teeth, the dagger-sharp glare. He resisted the urge to sigh. It wouldn’t help the matter. “Are you still upset about that?” he asked. Not the most tactful of responses but they’d been down this road many years ago. “Isn’t time suppose to soothe old wounds?” He didn’t regret what he did to Everett; turning him had meant giving him a gift. Immortality was a gift and yes, it had its downsides, but so did mortality.

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magnctes‌:

          ANTIQUE SHOPS WEREN’T HER FAVORITE GATHERING PLACES, but they held valuable items for relatively low prices. she could find priceless artifacts for spells, or items people didn’t know were linked to them. visiting the shop at least once a week was routine for her, and this week was no different. the murder was ringing in everyone’s ears, but siobhan couldn’t have cared less. she’d love to see them try and murder her. hearing a familiar voice, her ears perked up. nic was someone who intrigued siobhan – nope, scratch that. his house intrigued her. it scared her, mostly, but she couldn’t show fear. “ sure, “ she agreed. “ and it’s not too bad of a price either. “ she nodded towards the price tag on the frame. “ either you take it, or i will. “

Siobhan. Witches were not something Nic had too much familiarity with but he could recognize power and grace from his time among high society. He didn’t know her well but he smiled at her nonetheless. “I think I’ll take it, add it to the collection,” he answered. “It’ll fit in with the Rococo pieces, though I’m not sure it’s from that time. Something that old usually wouldn’t end up in a place like this.”

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ailisa-moongrove‌:

Ailisa chuckled, it’s not like she was trying to be sneaky; the shop owner knew her so she just walks around like this shop (among other antique shops) like it was her second home. She loved the stories that some items can tell, she loved posting and gushing about them on her channel even more so. “Actually, yeah, it’s a really nice find. This is exactly why I love antique shops so much; you never know what kind of gems you may find.” She said, leaning forward a bit to better see the painting. “May I?” She asked, gesturing to touch the painting.

“They can be a mixed bag but when you do find something good, it means more,” he replied, standing up. “Just be careful.” He held the painting out to the woman. He understand the desire to touch one. The feeling of canvas and paint was nice though fragile. “Make sure to give it back though. I was planning to add it to my collection.”