Jade Greene

@jade-greene.bsky.social

53 Followers 73 Following

meet me in the pit (game writer)

A picture of me, with green hair and black lipstick, wearing a black cowboy hat, a checkered black and white skirt, and an open low neck top. The text reads: Yesterday’s Look (TM): I’ve wanted to dress gothabilly for SO LONG this is actually a huge W for me. I always thought “Siouxsie” was the most gothabilly name of all time, so this is Siouxsie. Taxidermies squirrels into mundane humanistic poses in shadowboxes and sells them for $45. Shes underselling herself, honestly. She orders from the Krystal’s secret menu. Quotes David Lynch films from memory, which sounds fun until she puts her hand to her face and starts barking, “BABY WANTS BLUE VELVET!” She’s a card.
A selfie of a girl (me) wearing a black t-shirt, tan shorts, and a backwards baseball cap. Here’s the caption: Today’s Look (TM): Nat, the girl that gave you her water bottle when you passed out at a FOB concert. She’s studying animation at VT and is in that phase of liberal arts college where she’ll talk about films (not movies, *films*) that she watched in class last week as if they’ve always been her favorite thing. She went to school for engineering first, but just couldn’t quite make the grades. Now she’s a few years older than her peers and feels like she can’t hang out with them. Like this concert: she didn’t even feel like she could ask anyone to come with her because she only ever hears people talking about, like, sombr and Benson Boone. Who the fuck are these people? So yeah, she stuck around to make sure you were okay, and maybe now she’s overstaying her welcome a bit talking to your disinterested friends. Maybe cut her some slack. That water bottle was like, $13.
Top-down view of my legs: I’m wearing fishnets over white ankle socks and have a black pair of slides on.
A picture of me, a white girl with green hair. The caption says this: Today’s Look (TM): Let’s get real with it for once: this is Jade Greene. Is she happy to see you? No, that’s just altoids in her pocket. You can have one though. She’ll ask to get a coffee with you, and it’s an earnest offer: she loves sitting with people at cafes. Don’t worry, she won’t be snotty about your order, either. Get a milkshake, for all she cares. She hates the smell of almond flour, loves the taste of mandu, thinks the eastern kingsnake is poetic, cries in front of a Bernini, and forgot your birthday. Sorry. She writes for video games! And she’s so thankful for everything and everyone that made that possible.
It’s a rumpled bag of Air Heads, soft bites.