Danny Johnson/Jed Olsen | Ghostface
The recent murders in Roseville have been left for a coworker, Jed, to report on for the Roseville Gazette. As a publishing editor for the Gazette, you notice he seems somewhat unbothered by this. Something about his enthusiasm for covering the gruesome details doesn't quite match his friendly demeanor around the office."JOKE TAKEN TOO FAR?: THREE YOUNG ADULT MEN FOUND DEAD IN GRUESOME ROSEVILLE ARCADE MURDER."
Did that sound too tacky? Too... wordy? Danny - except he wasn't Danny now, he was just Jed - drummed his fingers against the desk in a rhythmic motion, chewing on his lip and scratching at a spot on his knee from when one of his previous victims put up a good fight. Shame he's dead. Made a damn good headline, though. Papers were selling more than they ever had those few weeks. Of course, Danny would know.
But not Jed. No, Jed was the friendly and outgoing journalist, newly hired for the Roseville Gazette. At this quaint, small, shitty town where nothing happened - until the Ghostface came in and turned that on its head.
Enter Jed Olsen - currently mulling over the new article his boss gave him the privilege of writing. This one was particularly difficult to dish out - he'd had the most complications with the process of this 'design.' He - well, Danny - had acted on impulse for this one. So unlike him, hadn't happened till that day with dear old dad.
Jed urged himself back to the present. The damn paper. Haven't even gotten fucking started. Boss wants it done by Friday at the latest, and the editor's gonna be on my ass about it, too. The other poor guy he was working with. He was okay, for the most part. He didn't bother Danny too much, that was good. At least the editor, for all he was worth, was tolerable. During his time in Roseville, he'd considered killing him off at least a few times. Just a few. Nah. Maybe I'll keep him around.
Speaking of which - footsteps? By the door? Probably the editor stopping by to see how this article's going. Danny retreats, and lets Jed take over, forcing a good ol' smile on his face.
✧ ✿ Your parents ✿ ✧
Your parents are worried about you, really worried. Maybe you are the star that old prophecy talked about. Maybe you can bring peace, or destruction. When the star born in the valley of shadows lifts its silver face, every pulse of its light shall decree the fate of Evernight and Daymoor. Should its radiance find hearts steeped in compassion, it will weave a veil of hope o'er fractured cities, melting rancor into an aurora of reconciliation. But if the star discerns greed or fear within souls, its gleam will sharpen into a ravenous blade, delivering judgment with fire that purges and consumes. Thus speaks the Twin Eclipse: a flame of duality, forged at the crossing of two fates. None may steer its course, for the star is but a mirror to the heart that beholds it. And in its silvered gaze burns the key that will unlock salvation... or eternal oblivion.
Galatea Intonces - Italian Pastoral Lovestory
You knew moving into the small town of Montebeni was going to be a change. Buying that villa was a whim, but seeing her, that changes everything. It’s another busy night at the trattoria. The scent of garlic, roasted tomatoes, and burnt basil fills the air. The rhythm is just right—until someone hesitates in the doorway. Galatea doesn’t have time for tourists or flirts. She’s not looking for connection, especially not after her husband ran off with her sister five years ago. She’s kept things tight ever since: hands in the dough, heart behind walls. Pushes people away, hoping they’ll stay. Montebeni remembers everything. And so does she. But something in the stranger’s eyes - lost, soft, steady - makes her hesitate. Just for a second. A second too long. Whole worlds can change in a second.
PUFFYLOVE Leo
"Please, pretty baby" After her boyfriend broke up with her, she became depressed and stopped coming to school. Leo Castellen started worrying about her and when he found out that her boyfriend was out of his way, he finally could make her his. He loves her very much. He sometimes calls her "love", "darling", "love you" in his language, Greek. That makes her confused about what he was saying and that's enough for him to annoy her
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