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“and i know it but thank you for finally acknowledging my beauty.” he shakes his hair away from his eyes and winks at the other. “alcohol is a powerful thing, my friend, people get wealthy from making and selling it. the sad reality of the world we’re living in.” adrien casually says but doesn’t care enough about their thought to really dig into that. wouldn’t want to depress them both by talking about how alcoholic their generation had become. “i’m not exactly sure but i do know that i’m still not ready to go home. do you wanna stick around and drink one with me once you clock out? i’ll walk you home.”

"sorry. you're very pretty too, adrien." indy flashes them a grin, shrugging at the question. "people love a deal, especially when it comes to booze. you should see us on thirsty thursdays." indy could hold their own against some of the more unruly patrons, though thankfully the crowd that hung out at lucky penny weren't too terrible. their regulars always tipped well, which they appreciated. "i always have time for you, my friend. what're you thinking? 'cause there's no way i'm ever getting on top of this bar."

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“and i didn’t — told him to fuck right off my bar because i wasn’t about to smile just because he asked me to.” in hindsight, isabella knows that she shouldn’t have done that. but was it worth it having to put up with costumers like that in order to keep them coming? their bar was already established enough for people to know how isabella was. a grumpy woman and sometimes a bitch, and proud of it too. “but that was my evening, hopefully yours was better? how were the costumers are your bar?”

"ew, no. nobody ever needs to be told that they need to smile more. that's bullshit." indy frowns, shaking their head. they didn't have the most sparkling personality, but they still got by well enough at the lucky penny. "the whole customer is always right thing is such an outdated thing. like, sorry...but you shouldn't have to put up with people treating you like trash."

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“i told you that you need to put those kids to work already. start ’em early, they’ll thank you when they’re older.” adrien jokes, a light smirk on his lips as he shuts the door behind them. it’s surprising how quickly he’d fallen comfortable with norah, how quickly they’ve became familiar with each other. as if they had grown up together. and though they had missed most years of each other’s life, at least they were making up for it now. “and what are you trying to bribe me for? free babysitting again? i’ve told you that there’s no need — i’ll do it for a diet coke and time with your mini gremlins.”

"hence me inviting myself over." norah teases with a laugh, letting herself into adrien's place. "please, you're fine. you should see the state of my place." waving off the warning, she plops herself down, amused. "do i need a reason to come by?" isn't that what siblings did? showed up unannounced and just hung out together? they were still figuring out the whole sibling relationship thing, but norah was happy to have adrien in her life. omar and anya adored them as well, which only made her happier. "i had the afternoon free and thought i'd drop by. i did bring some apple crisp from the bakery though, as a bribe."

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Now Apocalypse (2019 —)

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some nights were worse than others when it came to adrien’s insomnia. even after his tiresome day at the shelter, after cleaning up spaces and playing and walking the dogs, his body was wrecked but his mind wouldn’t shut up. so he finds himself awake, thrown into his bed with his eyes glued to some random returns of an old tv show. he takes a hit of his nicotine pen when he hears the ding of his phone, curiously picking it up. adrien snickers at the text, rolling their eyes lightly as they respond. “after all this time, i would’ve at least expected something better rather than this lame ass excuse of a booty call.” he sends. but their fingers don’t stop as they write the following text: “but yes. do you wanna come over?”

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It was after midnight when Romeo finally shut their laptop after finishing some work with some overseas clients, rubbing a hand over his face. He should probably get ready for bed, but as a perpetual procrastinator and night owl, he reaches for his phone instead. Scrolling through Instagram and TikTok doesn't hold his attention for long, moving to his messenger app instead. Romeo's finger hovers over Adrien's contact for a moment before tapping out a quick hey, you up?. Either they got a response or they didn't and they'd go to bed, even if Romeo didn't really want to, not yet.

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they instantly scrunch up their nose and shake their head at indy’s comment. “can you please not? but you could say that at least our biological dad was good for something.” he shrugs. he didn’t have any desires to learn a single thing about the guy, didn’t felt as if he needed another disappointment for a father. having norah in his life was enough for him. “people really go crazy for cheap beer, huh? i mean, i shouldn’t be talking.” he raises his glass and takes a sip. “and did you find time to have fun yourself or are you waitin’ to be off the clock so you can climb on this bar and show everyone how to really have fun?”

"oh shit, I forgot about that. Your sister's hot as fuck." Indy replies with a laugh and a shrug, leaning their elbows up against the bar. now that the unruly customer had wandered off, things had calmed down a little. Nobody else needed their attention quite yet. "it's been busy, but in waves. I mean, who doesn't want discounted beer? oktoberfest's always a fun time, even without anyone dancing on the bar."

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Melissa Barrera as Sam Carpenter SCREAM VI (2023) dir. Matt Bettinelli-Olpin & Tyler Gillett

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“nah, there’s too much competition over there — and i wouldn’t want to steal my sister’s spotlight, you know?” he jokes as he accepts the drink from the bartender. adrien takes a small sip and makes himself comfortable, resting his chin upon his hand. “that’s why i come here. i can always count on you to keep me company, though don’t allow me to keep your attention to myself if any clients need you as well. i’m not jealous.” he takes another sip. “but how’re the festivities goin’ tonight?”

"I'd suggest glowing embers if you want to dance on anything." indy teases, returning adrien's smirk with one of their own. grabbing a glass, they start to fill it for them, setting it down onto the bar. "oh, no. texting an ex never goes well. i'm here for another couple of hours, so feel free to hang around all you want."

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isabella practically bursts through their shared apartment’s door and throws her purse onto the floor, groaning as she removes her shoes at the entryway. her eyes don’t even need to find indigo before she starts complaining. “got told today at work that i need to smile more. that this resting bitch face will spook costumers away.” she’s aware of her bad case of permanent-scowling, but it’s not as if she wants to hear it from someone. she rolls her eyes. “i gotta start banning people who say shit like that to me.”

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isabella replies with a smile, pulling her shoulders back into a shrug. “can’t say i was into pirates like that, either. but from all the sayings i’ve heard today, i think my favorite’s gotta be davy jones’s locker.” a mischievous grin takes over her lips. “if you can tell me what that means — your next drink’s on the house.”

"Kinda," Ethan replied with a shrug, his voice a bit questioning. "I wasn't really a pirate kinda kid growing up. So I don't really have an extensive vocabulary, you know?" Not like the customer she'd mentioned. "What's your favorite pirate saying, then?"

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“come on in — you don’t even need an invitation anymore at this point.” he calls out to his half-sister, open arms as he welcomes her into his home. it was still weird to have a sibling that actually cared about him, after years of being ignored by the sisters he had grown up with. though they eventually learned how to get used to it and not care as much, it’s probably what has led to their validation-seeking behaviors. “just don’t mind the mess. i’m fostering this puppy and they’re still learning how to be a dog properly. but anyways, to what do i owe the pleasure of your visit? you’ve decided to come over for lunch?”

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“well, you’ve just ruined my evening, indy. i was about to ask if i could dance on the bar but since you’ve clearly state that this ain’t no coyote ugly, i’ll stick to that beer you mentioned.” they smirk as they sit down. “hard day at the puppy rescue today, dear. i need to relax before i head home or i’ll just end up texting my ex and i don’t need that kind of humiliation on a friday night.”

open to: anyone! ( @hemlockstarters ) location: lucky penny saloon event: oktoberfest celebration

"No, this isn't...this isn't Coyote Ugly, I'm not dancing on the bar." Indy half sighs, half groans, waving off the drunken patron before turning to the person waiting for a drink. "I'm sorry about that. What can I get you? We're having a promotion on beer."

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isabella has an unamused look on her face as she wipes down the counter. “ahoy? is that really the best you’ve got?” she teases. “i’ve got a guy in here today who went on for about ten minutes talkin’ like a pirate until he ran out of words. think he must’ve practiced that trick for hours.”

who: open @hemlockstarters

"Ahoy," Ethan announced, swinging his arm and scrunching up his face. "September 19th: National Talk like a Pirate Day. How are we celebrating?"

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I’M A WASTE OF A WOMAN, BUT I TASTE LIKE SUCCESS.

ISABELLA DE LEON is a thirty-two year old, resident of hemlock springs who currently resides in downtown and works as a co-owner of devil’s den bar. isabella’s gender is cis woman, her sexuality is bisexual and she uses she/her pronouns. she’s single, owner of a golden lab named pancho, and lives with her roommate indy. she’ll most likely take care of you if you end up too drunk at her bar but won’t take shit from anyone. 

FULL NAME: isabella de leon. PETS: golden labrador named pancho. AGE: thirty-two. DATE OF BIRTH: october 27th. ZODIAC: scorpio. GENDER & SEXUAL ORIENTATION: cis woman, bisexual. OCCUPATION: co-owner of devil’s den bar.

about isabella.

isabella is the only daughter of high school sweethearts, xavier and marisol de leon. the young couple moved to hemlock springs when she was only a baby, still learning her first words. a friend of a friend had found xavier a job in town and they decided to make the bold move to relocate from mexico. though it was a shot in the dark, it ended up being the best decision they could’ve made for their family at the time. 

during the first years of isabella’s life, they thrived. xavier’s job alone provided enough income for them to enjoy a high quality of life, which allowed marisol to be a stay at home mother. but it only lasted them until isabella’s 8th birthday, and the news of a massive employee cutback at her father’s company arrived. 

xavier struggled in finding another job after that and they ended up having to spend all of their life savings, including the money saved for isabella’s college tuition. eventually, marisol had to get back to work. she was able to secure a spot as a teacher in the town’s kindergarten but the income wasn’t as good as previously. the family had to move neighborhoods and do some major changes in how they lived their life. isabella watched as they went from middle class to lower class, and as much as she knew that her parents were doing everything that they could to make sure she had a good life, she promised herself that she’d be the one to get them out of that situation.

the years passed and xavier was able to get himself a new job, but they still continued to struggle. it got to the point where they were getting their clothes from thrift stores and donations alone, things that were being passed down to them. isabella decided that she’d get part-time jobs after school. she did it all — from babysitting to waiting tables to even giving out spanish classes to students who needed a little boost in the subject. she gave all that she achieved to her parents and saved the pennies that weren’t needed for the bills. her parents were proud, though they were saddened to have put their teenage daughter through such situation.

isabella’s routine got too busy — school, work, home and so on. it was so bad that she started to lose contact with her friends and that eventually led her to an emotional breakdown. only fifteen years old and already living like an adult. she then decided to make time for herself, take those pennies that she had saved and started to enjoy her teenage years before it was too late. she started getting in so much trouble that her parents felt like they didn’t recognize her anymore. almost like she had turned into a completely different person. she never stopped working, never stopped helping them, but her grades started to go down and she started skipping school. isabella started to argue back whenever her parents would question her and fights would go on for hours and days in their household. 

her rebellious phase lasted until she was in her early twenties. that’s when something inside of her clicked. she wasn’t enjoying her life anymore, she was wasting it. still working as a waitress at some low end restaurant while her friends were having kids and graduating college. leaving town, travelling the world — and she was stuck to the same spot she had been since she was fifteen. she decided things needed to change. so isabella enrolled in the community college and got her graduation in business.

it had been a dream of hers to own something that was only hers. enough of having to be bossed around by others, she needed the freedom and the independence. with the little money she had saved, a risky loan from the bank and the help of a friend, she bought a little place who’s now known as the devil’s den bar. things worked out in the way she wanted, thankfully, and the bustling bar gave her the income she needed to finally help her parents’ situation. she got herself a little place of her own and bought a house for them, so that they never had to give up on anything.

the bar has become a popular spot in town, managed by isabella and her friend over the years. it’s dingy and aesthetic-pleasing in it’s own unique way, and though it doesn’t escape the usual town drunks and their shenanigans, isabella has been known to not take shit from anyone — she will kick your ass out if you bring trouble to her bar and she’ll do it alone. 

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I GOT A LOUD BARK, A DEEP BITE.

ofmartyrss is a private mumu blog written by thay [ twenty-five & she/her ], affiliated to hemlockspringsrpg. messages are always open if you ever want to plot things out, write together or just talk. 𓆩♡𓆪

about adrien zahir ( avan jogia )

about isabella de leon ( melissa barrera )

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I CAN ALWAYS REASSEMBLE TO FIT PERFECTLY FOR YOU, OR ANYBODY THAT DECIDES THAT I’M OF USE.

ADRIEN ZAHIR is a thirty year old, resident of hemlock springs who currently resides in avonlea gardens and works as a volunteer at rescue paws & used to be a famous guitarist for rock band, loudmouth. adrien’s gender is unlabeled, his sexuality is pansexual and he uses he/they pronouns. they’re single, a temporary home to stray dogs and cats around their neighborhood, and an addict in recovery. despite a traumatic past, he’s a total momma’s boy & go-to babysitter to his half-sister’s children.

FULL NAME: adrien rohan zahir. FAMILY: norah rajan ( half-sister ). PETS: stray cats & dogs from his neighborhood.  AGE: thirty. DATE OF BIRTH: april 5th. ZODIAC: aries. GENDER & SEXUAL ORIENTATION: unlabeled, pansexual. OCCUPATION: volunteer at rescue paws & former guitarist of rock band, loudmouth.

about adrien. triggers: religion, neglect, bad parents, drug abuse, addiction.

adrien zahir was, unfortunately for him, born into a very religious family. as an interracial couple who shared different couples and different religious, you’d at least expect them to be more open minded — but you’d be wrong to assume. he was the third and last child born into the bradford-zahir household, and the only son too. his older sisters were already in their teens when little adrien popped up, which instantly made their relationship somewhat distant. 

from a young age, adrien’s dad already could tell that there was something different in his son. his mom would defend him, blame it on the fact that he was always around women. but even as he grew into a teen, adrien still showed little to no interest in the things his father tried to push down his throat. rohan zahir was a conservative man — he wanted his daughters to marry nice men who’d take care of them and build big, happy families. he wanted his son to do the same but first find a career to make money and live a comfortable life. in some way, adrien understood that their father wanted the best, in his own version of that, for his children but it was also so far away from what they wanted to do. 

adrien was a creative kid. they liked to doodle on their walls, rip up clothes to make something entirely new, and even ended up joining their school’s band club to have an excuse to touch instruments. they were, pretty much, their dad’s worst nightmare coming true.

his teenage years were filled with fights once his father realized adrien’s loud personality wasn’t going anywhere. adrien’s life at home was constant hell and that’s what lead him to things that’d make dealing with that a little easier: narcotics. for most of his teenage years, and then some, that became the answer for all of adrien’s problems. it wasn’t until that too became a problem for him, and he found himself in worse shape than he was before, that he knew he needed help. to his mom he went, begging for forgiveness. but their relationship was already ruined, he’d already abandoned his home screaming left and right that his parents meant nothing to him. she had no choice but to close the door on him, leaving him with nowhere to go. 

he knew then that his parents didn’t want anything to do with him anymore. so he left his hometown, took rides from friends and strangers, hopped from couch to couch, until he found himself in los angeles. some of the worst years of his life were lived there. too many faces to remember, too many trips to rehab to count. but that’s also the place where they could finally explore their love for music. it was a joke at first, a friend of a friend had a guitar and they climbed on it to play whatever they’d learned from school. it was love at first sight, you could say. and so they played some amateur shows with some people — just to have a guitar in hand was enough for him. but it all changed once he met a girl in rehab, and she happened to have an upcoming band and enough contacts in the industry to make things happen.

the years in the band were a blur to him. in between releasing albums and touring, they found themselves riding the wave of success that came too fast and too strong at them. and adrien just didn’t know how to deal with it. being in the band with his friends was a dream come true but fame brought the worst in him to life. it slowly started to destroy him. 

they spent a decade of their life like that. until their mom contacted them again after years. it was a call to deliver the news that their father had passed away, and to ask them to return home. she also made the revelation that adrien had been born out of an affair and that his biological father was never rohan, he just accepted adrien as his son in order to keep his family together. it all hit him like a truck. the whole thing was conflicting to him and he didn’t really know what to feel. but it was clear that his mom needed help, and she was calling him back home. none of his sisters would move an inch into their own lives to do such a thing but the black sheep child did.

adrien decided to leave the band, as it was doing them more harm than anything, and off to hemlock springs they went. a nice home was bought in avonlea gardens, distant but close enough to their mom. isla bradford knew she had failed her son the moment she’d shut him out when he asked for help but she wanted to make up for it now. and adrien was honestly just happy to have family again. his move to hemlock springs is what finally made his sobriety stuck — didn’t want to upset his mama again and so he took his last rehab trip and has been sober for almost four years. he has reached out to a long lost half-sister, the daughter of his biological father, and is thankful that he’s able to have a sibling in his life. now in his thirties, he still doesn’t quite know what to make of life but to enjoy it as much as he can. music replaces his need for narcotics as well as working with puppies every single day and spending time with his nephews. adrien is simply but a confused little human that is trying to make the most of his time on earth and learning to be kinder to himself. let’s hope that sticks around too.

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AVAN JOGIA photographed by Raul Romo for Grumpy, spring 2023