#Salem NY

[bittwitchy]

guys another cat tried to break into my house

[scrumptiouswordsthings]

Mass Hysteria & Dark Academia Connections

Hysteria & Women have a long and tense relationship (not going to dive deep here - if you just type those words into a search engine you will see *so many* results). However, there's plenty of interesting commentary on the power behind or because of mass hsyteria.

The Salem Witch trials are a popular proving ground for this in American media. The Crucible by Arthur Miller is the tip of the iceberg here. I want to point out two recent works of media that home in on the intersection of mass hysteria and the academia - specifically high school girls and who gets believes/who gets to speak up in the public arena.

Conversion by Katherine Howe is a 2015 dark academia YA novel with a dual narrative. One takes place in a 21st century intense all-girls college prep school, St Joans while the other takes the same story from Miller's The Crucible and alters the narrative perspective. These two narratives weave back and forth on each other with the main narrator in the 21st century even reading and analyzing The Crucible to form her own conclusions on what is going on with the girls at her school. Howe was inspired to write the novel when 16 girls in nearby LeRoy, NY all ended up experiencing a slew of similar physical symptoms. The book takes a deep look at what controls the lives of young women and what power these girls hold over their own lives and voices in both the modern day and earlier in American history. I can't say it is a favorite book of mine, but what Howe has done is fascinating! If you have any interest in public perception of hysteria I'd adore hearing what you think of the book.

Now onto the film - The Falling is a 2014 British mystery film starring Maisie Williams (oh, and introducing Florence Pugh so it looks a little star-studded in retrospect). It is an unsettling film that is, similarly to the 21st century timeline of Conversion, set at an all-girls school. It follows two best friends, a growing obsession, and power and control regarding sexuality. Then death and mysterious fainting spells increase resulting in psychiatric wards and the shutdown of the school. Sex, power, death, friendship, and yes, hysteria, all feature on screen here.

Together it is fascinating to lump together and connect the thread (and the mental thought is perhaps stirred as I also just read Mary Beard's Women & Power about who gets to speak in the works of the classical Western literary canon) of The Crucible by Arthur Miller, Conversion by Katherine Howe, and The Falling directed by Carol Morley. Perception, belief, hysteria, and female power concoct some fascinating discussion about voices in today's world.

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VAMPIRE ID PACK

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[mariacallous]

Trump campaigning in Coachella CA, Madison Square Garden NY, and now fucking Salem VA the last weekend before the election, and nobody in the MSM wants to question these choices. Just the slams_dick_in_car_door.meme. "Masterful gambit, sir."

I mean, Madison Square Garden makes the most sense tbh.

[nancydrewpcpolls]

The geographical locations include: Florida, New York City, San Francisco, Wisconsin, St. Louis, Washington DC, Pennsylvania, New Jersey, San Juan Islands, Arizona, England, Nevada, Paris, Hawaii, Alberta, New Orleans, Venice, Ireland, the Bahamas, Averyville NY, Canute, Kyoto, Germany, Cairo, Colorado Springs, Georgia, Glasgow, New Zealand, Greece, Iceland, Salem*

*You are welcome to count the state or country instead of the specific city if you want.

[reality-detective]

TOP 100 US RIOTED CITIES!

I'm sure if anything goes down from all the people who have crossed over our borders, the Military will have everything under control swiftly. You may want to avoid these cities if anything goes down, and for your safety, please stay away from the military if you see them. This list was pulled and organized from a NY Times recent article listing the top 100 prior-rioted cities, for quick reference. They are 👇

(THOSE WITH * ARE TOP 25 CITIES JUST ISSUED BY THE WHITE HOUSE ON 2/9/24):

Alabama

Huntsville

Mobile

Alaska

Arizona

* Phoenix

Arkansas

Bentonville

Conway

Little Rock

California

Beverly Hills

Fontana

La Mesa

* Los Angeles

* Oakland

Sacramento

* San Diego

* San Francisco

San Jose

San Luis Obispo

Santa Ana

Santa Rosa

Vallejo

Walnut Creek

Colorado

Colorado Springs

* Denver

Connecticut

Delaware

Florida

Fort Lauderdale

Jacksonville

Lakeland

* Miami

Orlando

West Palm Beach

Georgia

* Atlanta

Athens

Hawaii

Idaho

Illinois

Aurora

Bloomington

Rockford

Indiana

Fort Wayne

Hammond

Indianapolis

Lafayette

Iowa

Des Moines

Iowa City

Waterloo

Kansas

Wichita

Kentucky

Louisville

Louisiana

* New Orleans

Maine

Maryland

Massachusetts

* Boston

Michigan

* Detroit

Grand Rapids

Kalamazoo

Lansing

Minnesota

Duluth

Minneapolis

* St. Paul

Mississippi

Missouri

Ferguson

Kansas City

St. Louis

Montana

Nebraska

Lincoln

Omaha

Nevada

Las Vegas

Reno

New Hampshire

New Jersey

New Mexico

Albuquerque

New York

Albany

* Buffalo

* New York City

North Carolina

Ashville

Charlotte

Raleigh

Wilmington

North Dakota

Fargo

Ohio

Cincinnati

Cleveland

Columbus

Dayton

Springfield

Toledo

Oklahoma

Oklahoma City

Tulsa

Oregon

Eugene

Portland

Salem

Pennsylvania

Erie

* Philadelphia

Pittsburgh

Rhode Island

Providence

South Carolina

Charleston

Columbia

South Dakota

Sioux Falls

Tennessee

Chattanooga

Murfreesboro

Nashville

Texas

* Arlington

Austin

* Dallas

* El Paso

Fort Worth

* Houston

Lewisville

* San Antonio

Utah

* Salt Lake City

Vermont

Virginia

Fredericksburg

Richmond

Virginia Beach

Washington

Bellevue

* Seattle

Spokane

West Virginia

Wisconsin

Green Bay

Madison

Milwaukee

Wyoming

[saturniasxenos]

Shadow ID Pack

Inside this pack, you will find: Pronouns, Titles, Names, and Genders that relate to the Dark, Shadows, the Color Black, and anything alike!

Pronouns:

Sha/Shade/Shadow/Shadows/Shadowself

Sha/Shae/Shade/Shades/Shadeself

Da/Dar/Dark/Darks/Darkself

Dar/Dark/Darken/Darkens/Darknessself

Um/Umb/Umbra/Umbras/Umbraself

Vo/Voi/Void/Voids/Voidself

Sil/Silhou/Silhouette/Silhouettes/Silhouetteself

Fo/Fog/Foggy/Fogs/Fogself

Ny/Nyct/Nycto/Nyctos/Nyctoself

Ni/Nigh/Night/Nights/Nightself

Night/Nightmae/Nightmare/Nightmares/Nightmareself

Mo/Mot/Moth/Moths/Mothself

Co/Coa/Coal/Coals/Coalself

Obi/Obsid/Obsidian/Obsidians/Obsidianself

On/Ony/Onyx/Onyxs/Onyxself

In/Ink/Inky/Inks/Inkself

As/Ash/Ashy/Ashes/Ashself

As/Asph/Asphalt/Asphalts/Asphaltself

Or/Orc / Orca/Orcas/Orcaself

Smo/Smok/Smoke/Smokes/Smokeself

Spa/Spac/Space/Spaces/Spaceself

So/Soo/Soot/Soots/Sootself

Gra/Graph/Graphite/Graphites/Graphiteself

Mel/Melan/Melanite/Melanites/Melaniteself

Ca/Car/Carbon/Carbons/Carbonself

Hem/Hema/Hematite/Hematites/Hematiteself

Lav/Lavasto/Lavastone/Lavastones/Lavastoneself

Magne/Magneti/Magnetite/Magnetites/Magnetiteself

Shu/Shun/Shungite/Shungites/Shungiteself

Dio/Diori/Diorite/Diorites/Dioriteself

Fli/Flin/Flint/Flints/Flintself

Jet/Jetsto/Jetstone/Jetstones/Jetstoneself

Aeg/Aegiri/Aegirine/Aegirines/Aegirineself

Fer/Ferber/Ferberite/Ferberites/Ferberiteself

Ra/Rav/Raven/Ravens/Ravenself

Cro/Crow/Crows/Crows/Crowself

Ma/Magpi/Magpie/Magpies/Magpieself

Co/Cor/Corvid/Corvids/Corvidself

Titles:

The One Who Lives in Shadows

The One Born From Darkness

(X) Who Craves The Dark

Guardian of The Shadows

The Dark Entity

The Living Shadow

The Walking Shadow

Deity of The Dark

(X) Who Creates Shadows

Lover of The Dark

(X) Who Forever Lives in The Dark

The Void Entity

Eye of The Night

Night Dancer

Shadow Dancer

Sword of The Night

Dancing With (X) Shadow

Umbra Eye

The Void Bringer

The Gothic Crow

Bringer of The Murder

(X) Living Shadow

Shadow of The Raven

Names:

Fem: Adrestia, Astraea, Adrenna, Circe, Corvina, Corvana, Dabria, Darci, Deianira, Esmeray, Elaila, Eimi, Eris, Elvira, Enyo, Keres, Keket, Luna, Lunar, Loralie, Lilith, Melany, Moriti, Morana, Mallory, Morrigan, Maniae, Makaria, Melantha, Nereza, Nocturna, Nephthys, Noxaina, Ombretta, Ombra, Saiya, Scathach, Senka, Sombra, Selene, Salem, Umbria, Verena, Visha, Zillah, Zilthai

Masc: Acheron, Astaroth, Adrian, Azrael, Casimir, Caelum, Cethin, Ciaran, Damon, Dargan, Dell, Draven, Duncan, Deimos, Erebus, Erebos, Hadeon, Kieran, Keir, Kage, Khaos, Kek, Kaelar, Lucifer, Lonan, Mephisto, Moros, Mavros, Necro, Ozul, Osiris, Orpheus, Phobos, Thanatos,

Neu: Ardere, Amate, Achlys, Adie, Amaya, Antumbra, Apsephion, Ash, Blackwell, Cary, Crow, Delany, Duana, D'arcy, Doyle, Ena, Eyphah, Ivory, Krow, Nemesis, Nyx, Nycto, Goni, Grimshaw, Onyx, Raven, Shadow, Shade, Tenebris, Umbra,

Genders:

Plus a small explanation of what the gender is!

Luxumbral - Connected to Shadows and Light

Shadowgender - Influenced or linked to the darkness, shadows, ghosts, cryptids, etc.

Sanctudark - Related to shadows, darkness, the night, and a feeling of safety.

Shadowgender - Related to your own shadow. This could include getting gender envy from your shadow.

Nyctogender - A colorgender where one's gender is pure darkness.

Blackgender - A colorgender where one's gender is related to the color black.

Genderdark - A xenogender and a kenochoric gender that feels dark or distorted.

Gothcoric - Related to gothcore.

Gothgender - Your identity as a goth is strongly tied to your gender identity.

Noirgender - An aesthetic gender based on being goth.

Mothgender - One's gender comes and goes depending on the light.

Mothogender - Strong connection to moths, either identifying with moths or just wanting to incorporate them into their gender

Blackbutterflyic - Connected to black butterflies. can be related to being a black butterfly or just loving them.

Blackmothic - Connected to black moths. can be related to being a black moth or just loving them.

Blackdollic - Under the genderdollic system related to the color black and being a doll [gender system by: chronoport]

Ivsidirosen - A colorgender connected to the colors pink, black, and white.

Blackredcoloric - Related to the colors black and red.

Noirantag / Noirvillain - Related to both the color black and antagonists/villains.

Shadowravengender - Related to dark or "shadow" ravens, can also be connected to emo/goth culture.

Chaincoric - Related to chains, punk styles, goth styles, and emo styles. It may feel dark and gloomy or metallic.

Moricrow - Related to crows, darkness, death, and night.

[lunasolara8]

Went on my annual spooky day trip, and this year I visited Sleepy Hollow, NY! Last year, it was Salem, Massachusetts. Sleepy Hollow had a much calmer vibe. I had an amazing time. 🎃✨

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Creator’s Corner Lofts · 30x30 · Residential Rental · CC

Took a break from my continued work on the safe file project to bring you some artistic industrial lofts! Description and download below the cut.

After watching this couple from Salem, NY beautifully renovate an old garment factory on one of the new Magnolia Network shows, I had to try my hand at this style...

Once a crumbling factory, this historic brick building in the heart of San Myshuno’s Spice Market neighborhood has taken on a new life. Boasting 2 separate units (1 and 2 bedrooms with ensuite baths), this co-op is the perfect space for artists looking to live and work in one cohesive space. The first floor boasts a large shared art studio, including a kiln and personal storage. Residents also have access to the rooftop lounge space with a grill, hot tub, and stunning views of the bay.

Note: Shared spaces are fully furnished; units are unfurnished and ready for your personal touch. CC is included. Unfortunately the walk-in kiln is decorative only, but it sure was fun to make!

Packs used/recommended:

Download Here (GoogleDrive)

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➥ Uniquely Human

⸻Technical Information. // Face, Voice, etc.

01. Faceclaim. Chiharu  [ Kamisama no Uroko ] 04. Voice Claim. Kim Bum

⸻Profile Information. // Name, Age, etc.

01. Name. Seong Min-Joon [ L/F; 成敏俊 (hanja) or 성민준, meaning ‘succeed’ (last name) and ‘clever, handsome’ (first name) ] 02. Alias. M.J. 03. Sex. Male 04. Gender. Male 05. Age. 26 06. Birth Date. June 7th   [ Gemini ] 07. Blood Type. A 08. Race. Human, Asian-American ; Japenese-Korean, emigrated from South Korea 09. Marital Status. Single (for now) 10. Orientation. Bisexual  [ Demiromantic ] 11. Residence. Solarium, Hunter’s Point, Long Island NY, just on the other side of the East River.

⸻Physical Information. // Body, Equipment, Family, etc.

17. Physical Description. Standing at 5'10", he is about average in height. His hair is a rich, dark brown with much darker and redder undertones in the right lights, which he habitually cuts once every other year. He keeps it up in a low bun with some fly-aways on his lazier days, otherwise it’s in a high, neat bun - or, when cut, combed forward into a typical ‘young idol’ fashion. He keeps active, though he isn’t particularly athletic, so he comes across as wiry but lean. He may slouch from time to time, but, for the most part, he stands with his back straight and his shoulders back. His eyes are sharp and narrow, observant, and are plain brown in color. He’s been known to sport a little facial hair from time to time, though he likes to keep a clean shave. He has a rather delightful smile, despite some aspects of his personality - a little deceptive and quietly malicious. He wears Nice clothes most of the time, from suits to the stereotypical 'wealthy’ vacation wear, but in his down time, he’ll wear simple hoodies and sweatpants like anyone else.

13. Equipment. On his person, he keeps: His camera, laptop, cell phone, wallet, car keys, a pocket knife, and a paper-copy of his portfolio. 14. Occupation. Photographer and model in both South Korea and the United States. 15. Job Performance. Highly valued, the circus would dissolve without her hard work.Without her, they would never have made it out of Salem’s Crossing to New York or Chimachi. 16. Parents. Seong Ji-yeun and Seong Hyung-min, both of which are still married and happily so in South Korea. Seong Ji-yeun is Ikari Makoto’s half-sister. 17. Siblings. Seong Eunseo (21), Ikari Mineko (Deceased), Ikari Mineo (25).

⸻Personality Information. // Likes, Strengths, etc.

18. Likes. His jobs, flirting, dancing, traveling, occasional splurge on 7/11 ramen, green tea, grapefruit, milk tea, money, winter time, etc. 19. Dislikes. Dishonesty, most of his Japanese family, Mineo, living alone, licorice, pizza, metal music, horses, cigarette smoke, the smell of whiskey, most coffees, hot weather, bad weather, stubbornness, people who get attached, etc.

20. Positive Traits. Strong-willed, thoughtful, giving and stubbornly helpful when it comes to friends, encouraging, tells it like he sees it, accommodating. 21. Negative Traits. Sharp-tongued, sly, manipulative, selfish, moody, vain, prideful, will lose himself in his work for months, once he decides on something it is near impossible to change his mind, distrustful. 22. Goals. To reach a certain level of popularity in the modeling and photography industries the world over. While this isn’t as important to him as even he thinks it is, it serves as an adequate distraction from the hollowness of his life. 23. Desires. As above, so below. He actively distracts himself from what he wants most and that is, simply, to find someone to trust or even to love, be it a friend or a lover. He doesn’t want to feel bitter or lonely. 24. Alignment. Chaotic Neutral

25. Personality. He shares many traits with his brother, Mineo, in that he’s the type to keep people at arm’s length, even his friends or what few people he may think of as 'close’. He’s incredibly stubborn and hardheaded, often making decisions he’ll stand by till whatever ends he deems necessary, regardless of evidence proving him wrong (this mostly applies to first impressions of people). His work ethic is on par with his cousin’s and will frequently lose himself in it for weeks, months even, often ceasing to contact his friends. He will do what he can to get what he wants and, usually, through charm and follow-through, he’s able to accomplish as much. Sometimes a charming smile and a little effort isn’t enough and for those battles, he chooses not to fight. He’s better at picking his battles than he is at being a friend. He is notorious for one-night stands and doesn’t seem keen on changing that as he dislikes the idea of commitment or even intimacy. He is distrustful so he does not feel he can ever be fully honest with anyone. Moreover, despite his family’s differences, he is still quite heartbroken over the loss of his sister, Mineko, suggesting an inability to let go of hardships he’s faced directly or indirectly.

⸻Sorcery Information. // Affinity, Talent, etc.

26. Affinity. Not Applicable 27. Shapeshifting. Not applicable 28. Utility. Not Applicable 29. Specialization. Non Applicable 30. Graduate School. Not Applicable 31. Classification. Human

⸻Background Information. // Past to Present.

     When directly comparing his life with Mineo’s, Min-Joon knows he hasn’t been through enough to necessarily constitute the bitterness and hollowness he feels on a day-to-day basis. He doesn’t regularly see dead bodies and he didn’t lose his parents to a sadistic serial killer. However, he did lose members of his family, and one of them was one he loved so dearly in early childhood. Before the family fell apart, Makoto would visit South Korea rather frequently, even after she’d moved with Akira to New York, and she would spend much of her time with him and his mother, Ji-Yeon.

     In this time, he came to know his aunt very well and would even get excited whenever he’d hear that she was coming to visit. She would bring him gifts from holidays and birthdays she’d missed and would tell him stories in her sing-song voice, muttering her typical haiku at bed-time. In a way, she had almost become a second mother to him, despite how little he’d seen her by comparison.

     But his mother had a certain bitterness of her own and while she loved her sister, his aunt, so, too, had she hated her, and he had to watch it all unfold the final time Makoto would visit - and hear it nearly every day since. It was jealousy that gripped Ji-yeon and as she threw the gift Makoto had brought her for her birthday down on the hardwood of the family home, she would scream - harshly - that her sister was foolish, running off to New York to be with a man who couldn’t bear what it meant to be a family, what it meant to be a father, and how could she be satisfied with half-truths and the lowly job of a nurse? Why was she satisfied with a liar? How could she not want to be a doctor, a surgeon? It was, in this moment, that their relationship as sisters had fallen apart, but as time dribbled on, Min-Joon came to understand that neither his mother nor his aunt were to blame, but Akira.

     He’d learned of a truth anyone else might be desperate to forget. As he grew older, he was able to recognize a lie, a secret, a half-truth, and it made him uneasy. How could Akira do this to not only his family, but Min-Joon’s? How could Akira sneak around behind Makoto’s back and father another son, allow another man to raise him, and not take responsibility for any of it?

     When news of his aunt’s death reached him, finally, at an age his parents believed he might be able to handle it (14), he could feel only a sharp sadness, one that made him feel heavy and…alone. Altogether, he’d found himself in a pit, angry at his parents for having kept it from him for six years, and angrier still that Akira had died along with her before he could ever have a chance to ask him what was going through his head, why he’d hurt so many people without regret. His cousins - or, rather, his siblings - had not fared well throughout any of this either, and he felt, now, that it was his duty to find something, anything, that might allow him to see them in New York, to be there with them.

     And, so, he buttoned up, swallowed his emotions and began an early career in photography and modeling. It wasn’t particularly difficult for him. In fact, he took to it like a fish to water, quickly rising in popularity. It wasn’t until he turned about 20 years old that he’d finally managed to move over to New York, yet the only sibling he could manage to contact was Mineko. He couldn’t bear to tell her the truth, not yet, and so he’d focused only on getting to know her under the pretense that she was his cousin, apologizing for her loss and only now being able to come see her. For a time, he kept it to himself, hoping to speak to Mineo at least once before he’d gather his courage to tell them at once, but Mineo proved impossible to reach. “Buried in work,” Mineko would say, a tear in her eye.

     Min-Joon grew even more bitter.

     Set to inherit a Korean law firm, and more money than anyone could ever dream of, he has done nothing but forge his own path, live his own life, because the life his mother and 'father’ had built for him was not truly his. He couldn’t stand it - and he’d hated it more and more knowing who he was, knowing he had other siblings, knowing who his father was. It was all one slap in the face after another and it disgusted him.

     Now that Mineko is gone, left to rot in the ground, he is angry - and Mineo would bear the brunt of it all.

[alldancersaretalented]

YAGP Hope Award/(Youth) Grand Prix Winners 2023/24

Hope Award

Los Angeles: Spencer Collins, Age 10 (Westside School of Ballet, CA)

Austin: Yihan Jiang, Age 10 (Movements In Time, TX)

Chicago: Evelyn Allen, Age 11 (Elite Classical Coaching, TX)

Philadelphia: Amelia Sias, Age 11 (Pennsylvania Ballet Conservatory, PA)

Salt Lake City: Ellary Day Szyndlar, Age 11 (Master Ballet, AZ)

Boston-Worcester: Juliana Kuang, Age 11 (N&D Ballet, MA)

Atlanta: Elynn Nie, Age 11 (MorningStar Dance Academy, GA)

Dallas: Lydia Bachman, Age 11 (Independent, TX)

Phoenix: Victoria Carrillo, Age 11 (Master Ballet, AZ)

Kansas City: Calla Massey, Age 9 (Independent, KY)

San Francisco: Athena Hu, Age 11 (Ju Lu Performing Arts, CA)

Denver: Reagan Neuhoff, Age 11 (Dallas Conservatory, TX)

Toronto: Owen Simmons, Age 11 (School of Cadence Ballet, ON)

Indianapolis: Eva Julia Sutanto, Age 11 (Academy of Russian Ballet, VA)

Youth Grand Prix

Chicago: Ekaterina Pichkova, Age 13 (Osipova Ballet Academy, CA)

Austin: Melissa Plishchadina, Age 14 (Pavlova Professional Coaching, TX)

Chicago: Chloe Helimets, Age 13 (Bayer Ballet, CA)

Salt Lake City: Annie Webb, Age 13 (Moga Conservatory of Dance, UT)

Winston-Salem: Eric Poor, Age 14 (Cary Ballet Conservatory, NC)

Pittsburgh: Ela Sevillia, Age 14 (Ellison Ballet, NY)

Kansas City: Quinlin Maconachy, Age 12 (Dallas Conservatory, TX)

San Francisco: Fiona Wu, Age 13 (Yoko's Dance, CA)

Denver: Keenan Mentzos, Age 14 (Ballet Bloch Canada, BC)

Los Angeles: Kiera Sun, Age 13 (DKCBA, CA)

New York: Lisa Kamiya, Age 14 (Ellison Ballet, NY)

Nashville: Angelina Tan, Age 14 (Elite Classical Coaching, TX)

San Diego: Leon Yusei Sai, Age 12 (Southland Ballet Academy, CA)

Grand Prix

Los Angeles: Izzy Howard, Age 16 (DKCBA, CA)

Austin: Isabella Keesee, Age 15 (Elite Classical Coaching, TX)

Tampa: Crystal Huang, Age 15 (Bayer Ballet/The Rock Center, CA)

Philadelphia: Carson Willey, 17 (The Rock School for Dance, PA)

Atlanta: Miharu Kikuchi, Age 16 (International City School of Ballet, GA)

Pittsburgh: Kaitlin Natili, Age 15 (West Point Ballet)

Phoenix: Parker Rozzano-Keefe, Age 18 (Master Ballet, AZ)

Houston: Sophia Jones, Age 17 (Feijoo Ballet School, TX)

Los Angeles: Maddux Ellison, Age 15 (DKCBA, CA)

New York: Ivana Radan, Age 15 (Ellison Ballet, NY)

Toronto: Madison Bevilacqua, Age 16 (Timothy Draper Center, NY)

Indianapolis: Everly Nedza, Age 16 (School of Cadence Ballet, ON)

[castlcscrumbling]

⊹₊ ⋆ ( natalia dyer, female, she/her, 29 ) i think amelia wilson just walked by! wow, they really are a natalia dyer lookalike! they’ve been here in salem for her whole life, and seem to hang around beans coffee shop a lot. i heard they’re a 2nd gradeteacher at salem elementary school. when asked to describe themselves they’re likely to say rolled up sleeves of an oversized sweater, only falling apart alone, the smell before the rain, tendrils tucked into a woven braid, & highlighted passages in paperbacks.

Basics:

Name: Amelia Jade Wilson

Nickname(s): Mia

Birthday: September 13th 1995

Age: 29

Sexuality: bisexual

Occupation: 2nd grade teacher

Positives: meticulous, reliable, supportive, kind, proactive

Negatives: controlling, withdrawn, defensive, melancholic, reticent

MBTI: INTJ (architect)

Biography:

born and raised in salem, the eldest of three, amelia felt like she'd been destined to a life of 'eldest daughter syndrome' from the start.

when she was 8 years old, she woke to her mother kissing her goodbye. her questions were all met with a simple instruction: "take care of your siblings," so that's exactly what she did. for a while, mia assumed her mom would be coming back, but at age 13, she accepted that that wasn't going to happen.

her entire life, amelia was focused on the two younger ones. she helped with homework, kept them on a schedule, showed up to sport games, dance recitals, and every other extracurricular in between.

in high school, she went through all of the motions of what she assumed was a typical high school girl. she dated a boy on a sports team (even if she secretly hated him sometimes), got the very best grades she possibly could, and floated between cliques while staying loyal to her select few.

for college, she stayed as close as possible so that she could commute to classes and still be around to make sure her siblings stayed on their right paths.

it wasn't until the youngest had gone off to college that amelia finally allowed herself to grow. she left salem for new york, hoping it'd be somewhere she could truly find herself. she did well for a couple years, working two jobs to make ends meet, but she'd never been one to shy away from work.

even while away from home, she kept in touch with her siblings through texts, calls, and facetime to make sure they were okay.

a year ago, she was let go from her teaching position in new york and began struggling even more in the city she thought was her new home.

about two months ago, she officially accepted the position at salem elementary and now finds herself right back in the childhood home that she fought so hard to get out of.

amelia is currently just a teeny bit bitter, but she still pretends that everything is fine. if she were to drop the weight of the world from her shoulders for even a second, she's sure the entire thing would come crashing down. who takes care of the person that takes care of everyone else?

Connections:

since she lived there forever (minus the time in ny) i would loooove some childhood friends, exes, or even enemies!!

teacher buddies?!

possible current hookups/no strings?

unlikely friendships!!

genuinely would just love anything and everything. while she's a human espresso, she's incredibly loyal and generous!

[sleepdeprivedsimp234]

since i have a migraine and stomach flu maybe i can get some platonic mass/loui stuff?

❤️

*le happy gasp* MI ÁNGEL 🥺🥺 Ofc you can, love <3

there are so many "My dad forced into a war" jokes that go on in between these two scary mfs and they think they’re some goddamn comedians when in reality the other states are just concerned 😭

They bond over talking about all the scary sh*t thats happened in their states (NOLA is #4 and Salem is #5 on the most haunted American cities list help-)

Mass’s cat, Mayflower (who is 100% a black cat with golden eyes) seems to only really like Loui. She hisses at literally everybody else, even Mass himself, but the moment that Loui enters a room, she cuddles up to him and basically does all the happy kitty stuff :]

Hurt one, you hurt the other. Which can be very bad for your mental and physical health. Just sayin.

These two pull off the BEST spooky pranks and for some reason Alaska seems to be their favorite state to scare.

Mass 100% knows how to do dreads and braids because he’s helped Loui multiple times. (Also I’m not gonna say that he uses this knowledge to help Mary with her/his/their hair, but 👁️👁️-)

Mass has been dealing with the spirits for FOREVER, and is pretty used to them by now. Whereas Loui somehow isn’t used to them, so Mass helps him on the REALLY bad nights.

Loui apologizes for literally EVERYTHING, and Mass just refuses to apologize for sh*t. So cue Mass telling Loui to stop apologizing for stuff so much and Loui telling Mass to start apologizing more.

At this point, keeping an arm out around Loui is second nature for Mass. Cuz Loui is clumsy as hell and doesn’t sleep, meaning he will just drop unconscious out of nowhere.

Related (not really-) to the one about Mass’s cat, Mass is the only person that Loui’s Maine Coon, River, hasn’t growled or hissed at yet (besides Loui, cuz River loves that boy with her whole heart).

Loui communicates through weird-sounding chirps sometimes and Mass just thinks that it’s really cute and reminds him of NY.

Seemingly, Loui walking around with Mass is like having "scary dog privileges", even though the only actual threat there is Loui. But ain’t nobody gotta know that 🤫.

[horsesarecreatures]

whats a north salem equestrian billionaire? is that like a place

Yeah its a very affluent town in Westchester, NY. There's lots of big shows there at Old Salem Farm. When I first moved to NY I was going to board Amba at a farm there owned by Brian Colley, one of the billionaires, because a murder there brought the cost of board way down. But I decided against it because they did not offer many additional services like medical care if needed.

[swavorskian]

REBIRTH.

April 12, 2018 | MANHATTAN, NY.

It was her eighteenth birthday. The city outside her window glimmered like it always did, like something magical was just waiting to happen. But for Salem, the night felt like it was waiting to swallow her whole. She wasn’t sure why this birthday felt different. Maybe, it was the weight of adulthood pressing down on her chest like a vice, or maybe it was because she knew, deep down, that nothing in her life was going to change.

Her friends were already downstairs, laughing, popping bottles of various alcohols that had been waiting on ice. The penthouse was filled with people, most of them faces she didn’t recognize, but that was how it always went at her parties. People came for the scene, for the privilege of saying they spent the night with Salem Devereaux, daughter of Manhattan’s elite. No one actually came to celebrate her.

She stood in front of the mirror, running her hands over the sequined black dress, trying to force herself to feel something. She looked good — great, even. The tight mini-dress hugged her curves, the diamonds on her ears and wrists caught the light just right, and her hair was styled to perfection. She should’ve felt amazing. But when she stared at herself, all she saw was a girl pretending to have it all together. A girl who didn’t know who the hell she was.

She grabbed her phone, scrolling mindlessly through her messages. Nothing. Not even a birthday text from her father. Her mother had sent one earlier — short, impersonal, as if she were reminding herself that she had a daughter at all.

“Happy 18th. Hope you have a good day. - Mom.”

Salem let out a dry laugh. A good day? Sure. Why not?

Downstairs, the music pulsed through the floor. She could feel the bass thrumming in her bones. If she stayed up here any longer, she knew she’d lose her nerve. She’d done this before. She’d let herself become the fun, carefree Salem — the girl who didn’t care about tomorrow, the one who lived for the party. But tonight, something felt off.

She could already feel the emptiness creeping in, like a fog she couldn’t shake.

Taking a deep breath, she grabbed the half-empty bottle of vodka on her nightstand, taking a long, defiant swig before heading downstairs. The party swallowed her whole as soon as she hit the bottom step. Hands reached out to grab her, pull her into hugs, push drinks into her hands. She smiled, laughed, downed whatever she was given without thinking. It was easier that way — easier than feeling the gnawing loneliness inside her.

Time blurred after that. Hours passed in a haze of dancing, drinking, and reckless flirting. By the time she realized how drunk she was, it was already too late. She had the keys in her hand, her best friend shouting something at her, telling her to stop. But the party wasn’t enough. The alcohol wasn’t enough.

Nothing ever was.

She stumbled through the door, the cold night air hitting her like a slap. Her car was parked down the street, sleek and black, waiting for her. The lights from the city buzzed above her, casting a dizzying glow over everything. She knew she shouldn’t be driving. Her head was swimming, her vision blurry, but the pull of getting away was stronger than any sense of caution she had left.

Salem fumbled with the keys, her hands shaking, but eventually, she got the door open. She slid into the driver’s seat, the leather cool beneath her, the engine roaring to life with the push of a button.

She felt powerful. Invincible.

She hit the gas hard, the tires screeching as she sped down the street. The city blurred past her, lights streaking by like fireworks. She didn’t know where she was going, and she didn’t care. All that mattered was the feeling of freedom, of being in control of something —anything — for once in her life.

But then the world tilted.

One second, she was soaring down the street, and the next, the headlights of another car filled her vision. She swerved instinctively, her hands yanking the wheel to the right. The tires screamed against the asphalt, the car spinning out of control. Time slowed, stretching out like a rubber band about to snap.

And then it did.

The car smashed into a lamppost with a sickening crunch of metal and glass. The impact threw her forward, the seatbelt digging into her chest, knocking the air out of her lungs. The sound of it — the crash, the shattering, the stillness that followed — it was deafening.

Salem sat there, dazed, her heart hammering in her chest. The world was spinning around her, her vision swimming with black spots. Slowly, she became aware of the pain — the sharp sting in her side, the throbbing in her head, the taste of blood on her lip.

She blinked, trying to focus, trying to piece together what had just happened. The lamppost was bent, the front of her car crumpled like a tin can. She could hear the distant sound of sirens, growing louder and louder. Her breath hitched, panic rising in her throat. This wasn’t supposed to happen. She was supposed to be invincible.

She wasn’t.

The sirens grew closer, red and blue lights flashing in her peripheral vision. People gathered around, their faces twisted with concern, shock. Someone was shouting her name, but it was all just noise to her. All she could think about was how badly she had screwed up, how her parents were going to kill her.

How nothing was going to be the same after this.

The police arrived first, then the paramedics. Someone pulled her out of the car, the cold air hitting her skin, making her shiver. She was half-dragged, half-carried to the curb, where she sat in a daze, her eyes unfocused. A police officer stood in front of her, asking questions, but she couldn’t hear him. All she could hear was the ringing in her ears, the pounding in her head, the ache in her chest.

The officer cuffed her, gently, but it still stung. She looked down at the metal around her wrists, cold and unforgiving, and felt tears sting her eyes. This wasn’t who she was supposed to be. This wasn’t the life she was supposed to have.

Salem sat on the curb, her body trembling, her mind still struggling to catch up with what had just happened. The air around her felt thick with smoke and the scent of burning rubber. The headlights from the police cars pierced the darkness, making her feel exposed, vulnerable, like an animal caught in a trap. The pain in her side was sharp, but what hurt the most was the look on the officer’s face — a mix of pity and disappointment, as if he already knew how this story would end.

And he did.

Because she was Salem Deveraux. Thee, Salem Deveraux. The daughter of two of the most powerful lawyers in Manhattan. This wouldn’t be a story about a reckless teenage girl nearly killing herself on her birthday. It would be a blip on the radar, erased as quickly as it had happened.

Her parents made sure of that.

The next morning, she was released from the police station like nothing had happened. No charges, no court appearances. Just a clean slate, as if the crash, the DUI, the entire night had been nothing more than a bad dream. Her parents were waiting for her at the front desk, not with open arms, but with stern faces and clipped words.

“We’ll handle this,” her father had said, his voice cold, his eyes scanning the room for anyone who might recognize them. “The press won’t hear a word. We’ll make sure of it.”

He hadn’t asked if she was okay. Neither had her mother. Not once had they looked at her with concern, with relief that she was still alive, that she had survived a crash that could’ve easily taken her life. All they cared about was keeping their reputation intact. Damage control.

Salem could still hear her mother’s voice from that morning, sharp and businesslike, like she was negotiating a case. “We’ve spoken with the press. They’ll run with a story about faulty brakes. No one will ever know you were drinking.”

No one will ever know. The words echoed in her mind, cold and detached, as if this was just another mess they had to clean up. But Salem knew the truth. She knew what had really happened, and no matter how hard her parents tried to erase it, there was one thing they couldn’t fix. The scar on her thigh.

It was small but deep, a jagged reminder of the glass that had sliced her skin during the crash. She had refused stitches that night, too drunk and stubborn to let anyone touch her. And now, every time she caught sight of it in the mirror, she was reminded of that night — of how close she had come to losing everything.

She ran her fingers over the scar often, her mind drifting back to the sound of metal crunching, of glass shattering, of her breath catching in her throat as her car spun out of control. She remembered the fear — the real, gut-wrenching fear that she was about to die — and how none of it had mattered to her parents.

They weren’t worried about her. They were worried about the press. About the headlines. About the optics of having a daughter who’d been caught driving drunk.

The scar remained, no matter how much money they threw at the problem, no matter how many times they scrubbed the internet clean of that night. Every time she looked at it, it was a reminder that for them, she was just another mess to sweep under the rug.

For a while, she tried to let it go. She tried to play the part of the perfect daughter, the one who showed up at court, smiled at the photographers, and modeled in front of the cameras, like they wanted her to. But no matter how much she tried to push the memory away, the scar brought it all back, again and again.

It was a constant reminder that her life wasn’t really hers. That her parents had saved her from consequences, but never from herself.