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linkysmommy · 2 years ago

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Double Date

Pairings: Amalia x MC and Lincoln x MC Word Count: 3504 Warnings: Language A/N: For ILAW Day 7, the wildcard (@ila-appreciationweek). This fic features @itlivesforever's ILW MC (Eryn Ikari) and @immemorialmarketeer's ILW MC (Phoenix Flannery). In their AU, Eryn and Phoenix are twins and go through the events of ILW together. This fic happens after the ending of It Lives Within, with Eryn and Phoenix both getting the mixed ending and not merging with original Rowan or the power creature. This fic takes place during a time where Phoenix, Eryn, and Amalia all visit Lincoln in Vegas.

For a bowling alley in Las Vegas, this place seemed pretty empty to Phoenix Flannery. He’d always imagined Vegas to be like it was in the movies—filled with drunk people, hookers, nonstop partying, and famous people who were most likely making terrible decisions.

But no, the place Lincoln had chosen for the double date night was pleasant. Aside from a group of elderly couples on the far side, Lincoln, Phoenix, Eryn, and Amalia were the only ones here. And while it did somewhat surprise Phoenix, he also knew that if anyone could find the emptiest, quietest bowling alley in all of Vegas, it would be Lincoln Aquino.

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“Hey, Phoenix!” Eryn called from where they stood beside a shelf of bowling balls. “I think I found the perfect ball for you.”

“Let me guess, it’s the tiny two pound one for babies.”

Eryn snorted and held out a hand, which indeed was holding a tiny, two-pound, child-sized bowling ball. “I think the fact you guessed right proves my point that it’s the perfect one for you.”

Phoenix pasted a sugary smile onto his face. “I can still throw a child-sized bowling ball at your face, and it’d still hurt like fuck.”

“That’s a good point. Maybe a sixteen pounder is better. It’d be so big for tiny little Feens to hold that you wouldn’t even be able to throw it far enough to reach me.”

Phoenix rolled his eye and flipped Eryn off. “Keep talking shit, Ikari, but I could kick your ass, easy.”

At that moment, Amalia and Lincoln came over with trays of food to enjoy during the game—hotdogs, wings, fries, and beers.

“Let’s get this thing going!” Amalia said with a grin. She grabbed Eryn’s hand and tugged them over to the bowling console to enter everyone’s names.

While they busied themselves with that, Lincoln wandered over to the bowling balls where he started absently picking them up, weighing them in his hands, and setting them back down. Phoenix frowned as he watched. There was something off about Lincoln today, and he’d noticed it from the moment he’d reached his apartment.

Phoenix sidled up beside Lincoln, running a hand over his back in a quiet greeting. “Hey, Linc. What’s up?”

“Mmm, nothing really,” Lincoln said as he held up a giant green ball in his hand. He narrowed his eyes at it before setting it back down.

“You can stop acting like a pro bowler who actually knows what the fuck to look for in a bowling ball. We both know you suck at bowling.”

That made Lincoln laugh, and Phoenix smiled at the sound. “Thank you for the words of encouragement, Ginger. You really are inspiring.”

“I know, I try.”

“Speaking of bowling balls, I found the perfect one for you.” Lincoln picked one up off the shelf, and by God, if it wasn’t the exact same tiny two-pounder Eryn had offered him just minutes ago.

Phoenix looked at Lincoln flatly. “Do you guys not have any more jokes?”

Lincoln’s lips quirked upward. “Eryn showed you the same one, didn’t they.” It wasn’t a question, because he already knew the answer. So Phoenix didn’t bother answering.

Instead, he picked up the heaviest ball from the shelf. “This is the one I’m going to use.”

Lincoln raised an eyebrow. “You’re going to throw out your back.”

“I’m not a grandpa! I’m still 22, I can afford to do stupid things that will destroy my body in years to come but won’t affect me now, and no one can stop me.”

“Whatever you say, love.” Lincoln pressed a kiss to Phoenix’s cheek, and he felt his face flush.

“You can’t just call me love and kiss me anytime I get grumpy and expect that it’ll cheer me up, you know!”

Lincoln rolled his eyes affectionately. “Got it. Love.”

And really, Lincoln knew exactly what he was doing, because the remainder of Phoenix’s irritation dissolved instantly. He looked away bashfully, hugging the ball to his chest as he lugged it over to Amalia and Eryn. He glanced up at the scorecard, where the names read “Ery, Lia, Linc, and FeenyWeeny.”

“FeenyWeeny? Really?” Phoenix said as he sat beside them.

Amalia’s eyes widened the moment she saw the bowling ball in Phoenix’s arms. “Phoenix, what are you doing? You’re going to hurt yourself with a ball that huge!”

Lincoln fell into the seat between Eryn and Phoenix, slinging one arm behind Phoenix’s chair. “That’s what I told him.”

“Should’ve gone with the one I suggested,” Eryn said with a shrug.

“I offered him the same one, you know,” Lincoln said.

“The two pounder?”

Lincoln nodded.” “Yup. It really was Phoenix-sized.”

“Hell yeah.” Eryn held up a fist, and Lincoln bumped his knuckles against theirs.

“What is this, Pick On Phoenix Day?” Phoenix demanded.

“Every day can be Pick On Phoenix Day if you’re determined enough,” Eryn said with a cheeky grin.

“I’m being serious, though,” Amalia said. “That bowling ball is too big, Phoenix. You could seriously hurt yourself.”

“Oh yeah? Watch me beat you all with it, anyway!”

“Phoenix—” Amalia started, but he was already walking up to their lane.

“He’ll be fine,” Lincoln said. “Probably.”

Phoenix didn’t think too hard. His judgment of distance was off ever since he’d lost his right eye, so he usually just went off of instinct, and now was no different. He held the ball up, swung back, and then released it onto the track, propelling it forward with the momentum from his movements.

The ball rolled forward, hurtling toward the pins, until—

“Holy shit, Phoenix,” Lincoln said from behind him. “You got a strike!”

“I’ll be honest, I was not expecting that,” Eryn said.

Phoenix let out a triumphant laugh and bounded back to the others. “In your face to everyone who doubted me!”

“Hey, I never said that I doubted you,” Amalia said. “I was just concerned about your health, which I still am, by the way—”

Phoenix cut her off with a hug, and she just laughed and hugged him back. Then he moved onto Eryn, who he flicked in the ear, and then he reached Lincoln, who he gave a wet, messy victor’s kiss.

“Oh, come on, you’re acting like you won the whole game!” Eryn said. “You got one strike.”

“I mean. I’m not complaining,” Lincoln said. “If this is how you celebrate getting strikes then I hope you get a strike every time.”

Phoenix took his seat beside Lincoln once more and nuzzled into his side. “I will win in your name, Lincoln. I promise!”

“Looks like the competition will be tougher than we thought, Lia,” Eryn said as they stood up to take their turn. “I thought it was just going to be you and me fighting for first, but unless this was a fluke—”

“It wasn’t a fluke!” Phoenix interjected.

“—Phoenix might actually stand a chance.”

Amalia grabbed Eryn’s hand and planted a kiss to their knuckles. “Good luck, Ery.”

“What? Why are you wishing me luck?”

Amalia’s eyes glinted with mischief. “Because I want this to be a fair game, meaning you’ll need all the help you can get.”

A slow smile spread across Eryn’s face. “You arrogant little—okay, I see how it is. I don’t care how beautiful and amazing and perfect you are. You are going down, Lia.”

Amalia blew them a kiss. “That’s exactly what I want to hear.”

The rest of the evening passed quickly, filled with teasing and laughter and surprisingly good bowling from everyone except Lincoln (who kept throwing his ball into the gutters until it became such a problem that Amalia had to ask one of the workers to put up the guardrails). But despite the good mood and lightheartedness, Phoenix knew there was something off about Lincoln. He would laugh and smile, but then the next moment he’d get quiet and withdrawn. He was distracted, out of the moment—there was something on his mind he wasn’t saying.

When Phoenix got up to get another order of wings, Eryn joined him. Once they had their orders, Eryn pulled Phoenix aside.

“There’s something up with Lincoln.”

Phoenix sighed. “Yeah, I know. I’ve been trying to get him to talk to me, but…”

“I get it. I know how he is.” Eryn cast a furtive glance over their shoulder back at the others. Amalia was standing beside Lincoln in front of the bowling lane, where she was trying to show him the proper way to hold a bowling ball. And there it was again, that distant expression on his face—subtle enough that only people who really knew him would notice.

“Something is really bothering him…” Phoenix said with a frown. “I should talk to him, huh.”

“Yeah. He’s probably not talking about it because he doesn’t want to ruin this weekend for us, but it’s not fair for him to keep everything bottled up, you know?”

Phoenix nodded. “We’ve gotta get it out of him. I’ll take the lead.”

They rejoined the others and set the fresh wings down on their shared table.

“We’ve got more food!” Eryn announced. “Better fill up before the next round if you want to have a chance of winning!”

Amalia laughed as she came over and took her seat beside Eryn. “I’m in first place.”

“And if you want to keep first place, you’d better fill up.”

Amalia made a show of narrowing her eyes at the food. “Hold up. You’re not trying to sabotage me, are you? Poisoning the food to make me get off my game?”

Eryn gasped dramatically. “Me? Sabotage? I would never!”

Undeterred, Lincoln picked up one of the wings and took a bite. “I’m so far behind I don’t really have anything to lose.”

Everyone laughed at that, and all began to dig into the food. It wasn’t long until Phoenix found his opening.

“So Lincoln,” he started. “How are things?”

Lincoln shrugged casually, but Phoenix noticed the way his smile faltered ever so slightly. “It’s fine.”

Phoenix reached down and took Lincoln’s free hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. “I know you well enough by now to know when that’s not true.”

Lincoln’s eyebrows lifted. “What do you mean? Everything is fine—”

“It’s not, though, and it’s not fair to you to try to handle everything yourself. We can help.”

Lincoln sighed and ran a hand over his face. “I didn’t want to go into it, because it’s so stupid and I didn’t want to ruin the weekend for you guys.”

Eryn threw Phoenix a look that said I knew it.

“You don’t have to worry about that, Lincoln,” Phoenix assured.

“Fine.” Lincoln nodded, took a deep breath, and then started talking. “I was working late the other day and did a walk-in for this guy because I didn’t have any appointments and he wanted a tattoo. He seemed cool, and the tattoo turned out really well. Anyway, the guy showed up again this morning but this time, he was with his girlfriend. Turned out she hated his tattoo, and instead of being an adult about it and telling her it’s his body and he can get a fucking tattoo if he wants, this asshole decided it would be better to claim he was ‘drunk’ and that I never should’ve tattooed him in the first place.”

Anger flared up inside Phoenix and his hands clenched into fists. “Are you serious?”

“Wish I could say I wasn’t. So after yelling at me for five minutes, they hit me with the claim that I broke the law by knowingly allowing a drunk person to sign release forms, which you legally can’t sign if you’re drunk. The worst part is, even though it’s all bullshit, claims like this could ruin the shop’s reputation. I would never knowingly tattoo a drunk person, but now that they’re making these claims and leaving these reviews on every site we have… god, it’s just a mess.”

Amalia shook her head, a glare on her face. “I can’t stand people like that. Instead of dealing with their own problems, they’ll throw anyone they can under the bus to save their own skin. If it makes you feel any better, it doesn’t sound like they actually have a legal case.”

“You’re not in trouble though, are you?” Eryn asked.

“The owner knows I didn’t do anything wrong, but he’s having me take a few days off to let things cool down while he handles the situation. I’m sure it’ll be fine, but I can’t help but worry and overthink every possible way things could turn out wrong. I would hate to lose this job.” Lincoln ran a hand through his hair and let out a sigh.

Eryn and Phoenix exchanged looks, and neither had to say anything to know what the other was thinking.

“What information do you have on this guy?” Phoenix asked.

Lincoln gave him a flat look. “Phoenix. I know what you’re thinking, and no. We’re not going to do anything to this guy.”

“I never said I was going to do something to him.”

“You thought it.”

“How do you know?”

“Because you’re Phoenix Flannery. Of course you did.”

Phoenix shrugged. “Fair enough.”

“Well I think this asshole needs to learn a lesson,” Eryn said.

“And I think we shouldn’t let this asshole ruin the rest of this date,” Amalia said. “Who’s up for the next round?”

Eryn immediately shot to their feet. “Oh, I am. Let’s do this.”

“Maybe if you imagine this guy’s head as the bowling pins, you’ll actually get some points, Lincoln,” Phoenix teased. Lincoln just rolled his eyes.

Soon enough, the game was over (and Amalia won, to no one’s surprise). But as they headed out to the car, Eryn pulled Phoenix aside.

“Hey,” they said, voice low. “I found the guy who did this to Lincoln.”

Phoenix’s eyes widened. “What? Who is it? How?”

“Lincoln said this guy was leaving reviews on every review site he could get his hands on. Wasn’t hard to find out who he was, and once I had that, you can find anything.”

A smirk stretched across Phoenix’s face. “You already got his address, didn’t you.”

Eryn’s own smirk mirrored Phoenix’s. “Yep. All we need now is some eggs.”

***

Amalia and Lincoln didn’t think much of it when Phoenix and Eryn claimed they wanted some eggs so they could make breakfast for everyone the following morning. Lincoln did think it was a little strange when Eryn said there was supposedly a pop-up art show they were interested in visiting, especially since he had never heard of it, but he didn’t protest when Eryn typed the address into their phone and held it up for Amalia to follow. A few minutes later, they pulled up in front of a modest home with brown bricks and a two-car garage.

“What the… there’s no pop-up art show,” Amalia said, narrowing her eyes at the house as if the art show might appear out of thin air if she looked hard enough.

“Oh really?” Eryn said with a mischievous grin. “How odd. This is the place, according to the address I had.”

Lincoln looked over at Phoenix, eyes falling from the unfamiliar home to the carton of eggs in his hands. Understanding dawned on his face and his mouth fell open. “Amalia, this isn’t—”

“TIME FOR THIS FUCKER TO PAY!” Phoenix yelled, and before anyone could say anything, he and Eryn threw open their car doors and ran toward the house, cackling all the while.

“Egg me up!” Eryn half-whispered, half-yelled. Phoenix threw open the carton and Eryn scooped up a handful of eggs.

Behind them, Phoenix heard car doors open and slam shut followed by two pairs of approaching footsteps, but he ignored them.

“Phoenix, Eryn, no—!” Amalia started, but Phoenix was already slinging his arm back. He released the egg into the air and everyone stared as it flew forward, quietly, silently, until it slammed into the house with a splat! It cracked open immediately, drizzling its gooey, yellow yolk along the house’s brick walls.

“Oh my god,” Lincoln said. “You found my client’s house?”

“I did,” Eryn said casually. “I think this is what he deserves, don't you?”

Without waiting for a response, Eryn hurled one of their eggs straight at the garage door. Phoenix howled with laughter and threw another one, and another one, while Lincoln and Amalia watched on in horror.

“You guys, this is not a good way to deal with problems!” Amalia said.

“I don’t think—” Lincoln started, but Phoenix grabbed his hand and placed an egg into his palm.

“I bet it’ll help you feel better,” Phoenix said. “And if it doesn’t… well, I’ll find a way to make it up to you tonight.”

Lincoln looked down at the egg in consideration. “That guy was a real dick.”

“Exactly.”

“Oh no, not you too,” Amalia said.

Lincoln glanced back at her. “Sorry, but this guy really pissed me off.” Then he threw the egg, landing it directly on the front door.

“HELL yeah!” Eryn and Phoenix whooped in unison. And for the first time that night, Lincoln’s laugh seemed truly free.

Between the three of them, they quickly emptied their first carton and were just getting to the second when the outdoor lights turned on and the front door opened.

Phoenix glanced down at the incriminating egg in his hand. “Oh shit.”

A middle aged man with a freshly wrapped tattoo on his arm stepped out onto the porch. His face contorted with anger as his eyes fell upon the people standing in his yard with cartons of eggs. “What the hell are you doing here? I’ll—I’ll call the police!”

“Time to go!” Eryn yelled, abandoning their empty carton and sprinting back to the car. Phoenix grabbed Lincoln’s hand and dragged him after them.

“We’re sorry we’re sorry we’re sorry—” Amalia cried as she threw open the driver’s side door and practically dove into the car. As she struggled with shaking hands to start the ignition, the man started down the steps, yelling and cursing as he walked toward them.

“Lia, you’re the getaway driver, let’s go!” Phoenix yelled from the backseat.

“Phoenix, shut up and let her focus!” Eryn snapped. Then they turned back to Amalia. “You’re doing great, love. Absolutely great.”

“Uhh, this guy is getting closer,” Lincoln said, pointing a thumb at the man who was now sprinting toward them.

Eryn’s face paled. “Okay babe, maybe you can go a little faster actually.”

“Would everyone just shut up!” Amalia exclaimed. The car fell silent, and not a second later, the car sputtered to life. “That’s more like it!” Amalia slammed her foot down on the pedal and the car screeched as it lurched forward just as the man reached the curb. Amalia rolled down her window and swung the car around in a U-turn.

“Uh, what are you doing?” Eryn asked. “I thought we were trying to get away.”

“I just have something I want to say to this guy.” Amalia slowed down slightly as she passed the man, who was standing fuming on the curb. Then she stuck her arm out the window and flipped him off. “This is what you get for being an asshole, asshole!” And without another moment’s hesitation, she shot down the quiet neighborhood street, leaving the man and his egged house behind them.

The moment they were out of view, the tension snapped and everyone burst out into roaring laughter.

“Amalia that was SO HOT!” Eryn yelled.

Phoenix laughed. “Yeah, seriously badass! Oh my god did you guys see the look on his face?”

“Maybe next time he’ll think twice before throwing a stranger under the bus to save his shit relationship,” Lincoln said between laughs.

“I can’t believe that just happened,” Amalia said, wiping tears from her eyes.

Eryn leaned back in their seat, a look of pure contentment on their face. “That was awesome. We should do stuff like this more often.”

“Oh, I disagree,” Amalia said.

“Why? You had fun!”

“Because I hate getting in trouble!”

As Eryn and Amalia fell into their familiar, affectionate bickering, Phoenix hooked arms with Lincoln and rested his head on his shoulder.

“You feel better now, don’t you, Linc?”

Lincoln chuckled. “Unfortunately, yes. That was strangely therapeutic. But I don’t want you thinking you can solve every problem in life by throwing eggs at someone’s house.”

“The hell are you talking about? Egging always works. I learned this when I was in middle school.”

Lincoln smiled and rested his head against Phoenix’s. “Thanks.”

“For what? For almost getting you arrested?”

“For getting me out of my own head. You were right. I’ve gotten better about it, but I still sometimes feel like I have to handle things alone instead of letting others in. So thanks for making sure I don’t do that.”

Phoenix smiled up at Lincoln and reached up to give him a quick kiss. “I love you, Linc.”

“I love you, too.”

#ilaw #it lives within #ilw #playchoices #my fic #lincoln x mc #amalia x mc

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slightlyobsessedwithstories · 2 years ago

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They live...but

So...I wrote a drabble about Amalia’s experience in the last fic since the thought of her also remembering just makes me feel stuff, okay?

There was A brief moment in her life Where she lost them twice.

There were times where she'd feel her hand was on a cold face. Days where she'll see the stare of lifeless eyes. Nights where she'll spend hours in bed. Listening to their heartbeat. Feeling their chest rising and falling.

Some days she can't stand the smell of blood. Some nights she relives the same nightmare.

Sometimes she thinks about the fact that they're human now. And all the things that could easily take them away from her.

She only hopes she won't get to lose them thrice.

#playchoices #fanfic #Amalia de León #amalia x mc

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where-the-wind-travels · 7 months ago

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LILY

MY GIRLS 😭😭😭😭😭

i am. so sorry for the (very) late reblog. but i'm just- absolutely stunned. this is so gorgeous both mia and lia look so pretty ??? been staring at this with no words for like the past two days i just. love this

(and i'm especially in love with the fashion you chose ? like i know it's from my pin boards but you captured them both so well im)

thank you SO much for this absolute masterpiece 💗

Euphemia ‘Mia’ Labelle x Amalia de León for @pulpitude

Hey there dear. Surprise! I’m your secret pal for the summer exchange. I’m posting mine early as I will be on vacation this coming week and don’t want to risk forgetting to post your gift.

I adore your MCs so much!! It was near impossible to pick one of them. I picked Mia since I am a huge fan of the first two It Lives (I must confess I’ve not played It Lives Within 😅).

I went with something inspired by these two outfits (gosh I adore fashion).

I hope you like it and that I did them justice! Thanks for being here and a part of our little fandom!!

My Art Ish Thing Tag (Choices Edition): @storyofmychoices @aallotarenunelma @twinkleallnight @thosehallowedhalls @dutifullynuttywitch

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kilvalir · 10 months ago

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kilvalir's choices works

Below the read more, you will find a compilation of all the choices content I've made so far. Beware of it lives within spoilers, not all the titles of the works ahead are spoiler-free.

Tags

These are the tags I normally use on my own creations.

Writing: #my writing Edits: #my edits Memes: #my memes Below are the tags I use for my own favourite it lives within main character, mr pink-hair up there, Vax Vũ-Verdant, and all content related to him, including those made by me, and those not made by me. Vax in general: #OC: Vax Vax with Lincoln: #Vaxlinc

Writing

A note on trigger warnings: all my writing lists any potential content warnings at the top of the work, with the work itself under a "read more" button.

1. Lincoln x MC angst fic - Heal what has been hurt (change the fate's design), part 1, part 2 2. Abel x MC ficlet - click 3. Excerpt of an unfinished Abel x MC angst - click 4. Abel x MC (ish) - a sinister Judas Kiss piece - click 5. Abel x MC joke fic - click 6. Pictures of You - ILW Main Cast Angst - click 7. In Progress Lincoln x MC Angst - part 1 8. Excerpt of a soft Lincoln x MC WIP - click 9. Little ILW MC Angst Piece - click

Edits

Another note on trigger warnings: warnings for edits are shown by caution emojis and what the warning is for, after the link. e.g ⚠️EXAMPLE ⚠️

Fake CGS and Book Covers:

1. Bashful Abel in a suit - click 2. Horror Abel - click⚠️GUNS ⚠️ 3. Horror Abel looming behind ILW MC - click ⚠️BODY HORROR ⚠️ 4. Suited Up Abel Leaning - click 5. ILW MC (Feens!) striding menacingly through an alley - click 6. Eiko x MOTY MC cover edit - click 7. Abel x ILW MC (Hilkka) reading by a tree - click 8. Blades MC (Raine) flying on a drake - click 9. Blades MC (Maiele), Tyril, and Imtura in battle - click 10. Martin Vanderweil x LOA MC edit - click 11. Gabe x Cas ready for battle - click

Sprite Edits (Part 1!):

1. Abel in Rowan's glasses - click 2. Sleeveless Abel with long hair - click 3. Long-hair Abel in a flower crown - click 4. ILW MC in Abel's sweater - click 5. Pirate Abel #1 - click 6. Pirate Abel #2 - click 7. Pirate Abel #3 - click 8. Horror Abel - click ⚠️BODY HORROR ⚠️ 9. Grandpa Abel - click 10. Crying Abel - click ⚠️DEATH AND ILW SPOILERS ⚠️ 11. Bearded Abel and beardless Lincoln - click 12. Merman Abel - click 13. Abel x ILW MC heist suits - click 14. Amalia dressed as her younger self - click 15. Lincoln dressed as his younger self - click 16. Beckett (TE) as a wood nymph - click 17. Lincoln as an elf - click 18. Tom as a mage - click 19. Jean Jacket Lincoln with his hair down - click 20. Nik Ryder if he was in ATV - click 21. ILW MC (Vax) lookbook - click ⚠️ILW SPOILERS ⚠️ 22. ILW MC (Vax) expressions - click 23. ILW MC (Vax) in the ILW ballroom dress - click 24. ILW MC (Vax) in an immortal desires dress - click ⚠️ILW SPOILERS ⚠️ 25. ILW MC (Rowan) as a snow queen - click 26. TE MC (Anitha) as a mermaid - click 27. Blades MC as a shadow court member - click 28. Desire and Decorum MC as a fairy - click 29. ILW MC (Vax) pride edits - click

Sprite Edits (Part 2!)

30. Lincoln x MC edits - click⚠️ILW SPOILERS ⚠️ 31. ILW MC's Goth Mom - click 32. LOA MC x Martin Vanderweil edits - click 33. ILW OC Expression Sheet - click 34. ILW OC Full Body Sprite - click 35. ILW MC (Nishiki) Robes Outfit - click ⚠️ILW SPOILERS ⚠️ 36. ILW MC (Nishiki) Casual Outfit - click 37. ILW MC (Vax) lit up with Power - click ⚠️ILW SPOILERS ⚠️ 38. ILW MC (Vax) Before and After GIFs - click ⚠️FLASHING IMAGES, ILW SPOILERS ⚠️

Misc. Edits:

1. Rheya (BB) fragment piece, with the cracks removed - click ⚠️BLOOD AND BLOODBOUND B2 SPOILERS⚠️ 2. Abel Valentines Cards - click 3. Abel Moodboard - click 4. Gaius (BB) fragment piece, with the cracks removed - click ⚠️BLOOD, DEAD PEOPLE, AND BLOODBOUND B1 SPOILERS⚠️

Art

1. LOA MC x Martin Vanderweil portraits - click

Memes

1. Abel vs Connor - click ⚠️ILW SPOILERS ⚠️ 2. Abel, Jocelyn, and ILW mc - someone will die... - click 3. Horror Connor when you flirt with more than one person - click 4. Abel, Annie, and mentioned MC - she thinks it's fancy? - click 5. Lincoln x MC - a smile might be nice... - click 6. Devon, Power MC - I'm literally shaking.. - click 7. Abel x MC - no principles - click 8. MC and most LIs - please sir, can I have some more? - click 9. Lincoln x MC - breakfast takes a turn - click 10. Abel and Lincoln - on the matter of sleep.. click 11. ILW MC - the key to happiness.. click 12. Abel & ILW MC - frown meme uno reverse (follow up to #5) - click 13. ILW - quit telling everyone I'm dead! - click ⚠️ILW SPOILERS ⚠️

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peonyblossom · 1 year ago

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Ollie: Abel and I are going to have the cutest babies Amalia: You're gonna have nerdy babies is what you're gonna have

#and amalia's right ofc #well actually i guess they're both right #it lives within #it lives anthology #abel flint #ollie bridgers #abel flint x nb!mc #amalia de león

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where-the-wind-travels · 9 months ago

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playing as ame always breaks my heart in chapter 6 no matter what ending route i do because like. i have to be there for amalia. not only is it the logical thing to do but i just can't upset her (and also her sad face makes me sob she's so cute but she's also SAD who hurt you lia 😭). but then some part of my stupid peanut brain goes and takes the shadow path because romance points with lincoln. and i know there are a lot more chances to get enough points with him so he doesn't reject you in ch 11 but i interpret that bar scene as the "start" of them realizing there's something going on between them. and i sob every time truly one of the hardest struggles i've been through

#also i have a ship name for ame and lia (yes despite lia not being ame's li) it's madrugadas #because madrugada means “the period of time between midnight and sunrise” in spanish #and both their names start with am. so it's 2 am. madrugada #but madrugar is also a verb. and it means to wake up very early. so it's “the ones who wake up early”#it's in the feminine form yes i know. but ame uses they/them in english and they/she in spanish #since the gender neutral pronoun in spanish isnt really an Official Thing. so they're fine w she even if they don't prefer it #might (more like will) do an ame x lia playthrough.....#playchoices #play choices #choices stories you play #choices stories we play #choices game #pixelberry #pb #pb choices #choices it lives #it lives anthology #it lives series #it lives within #ils #ilw #mc: amethyst grimes #amalia de león #lincoln mcquoid #lincoln aquino #amalia x mc #lincoln x mc

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linkysmommy · 2 years ago

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Rowan showing up with a pillowcase stuffed with things, the lemon drops and uno… the sweet fluffy kiss at the end, Rowan being an absolute dork 🥹 very sweet, I’m glad you finished it!

An It Lives Within Holiday Special: Amalia Edition 🎁

Title: Lemon Drops

A/N: Y’all ready for some besties turned lovers action? Because it’s time to show Amalia some much needed love♥ I started writing this fic so long ago. Technically, it was never meant for ILAW. But I figured since I’m done with Abel’s fic, I’d spruce up the draft I had for this beauty.

For Day 4: Favorite ship(s) @ila-appreciationweek

Pairing(s): Amalia x MC (M!Rowan), Connor x F!Devon (briefly mentioned)

Summary: A bonus scene for ILW by @itlivesproject; Set pre-finale (Blood Route); Rowan recreates an old memory

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#amalia x mc #ilw

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professor-abeloved · 1 year ago

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Love By Any Other Name [Amalia x F!MC] Part 1/4

Fandom: It Lives Within (visual novel) @itlivesproject 💜

Summary:

Amalia de Leon has won countless battles; whether it be through the exchange of words or through the exchange of blows, she’s never one to admit defeat easily… Until the faces the most lethal opponent of all: Writer’s Block. With her best friend, Amor Rodriguez by her side, will Amalia triumph and finally publish her Kenna/Sei fanfic before the end of the F/F Jam? Or will Writer’s Block get the best of our favorite fanfic writer? Or: The 3 times Amalia got inspired by Amor, and the 1 time Amor was inspired by her.

Characters | Ships: Amalia de Leon/Main Character (Amor Rodriguez); Minor Kenna Rys/Sei Rhuka

Notes:

- amor rodriguez [she/her] (used to call her amor powers on my blog, but then i decided to get serious HAHA) is my aggressive liamancer who, yes, is inspired by sei <3 she's trans, demi + sapphic <3 - as usual, dedicated to my beloved kristi-kins, my irl beta reader and best friends to lovers <3

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“Kenna, I’d like you to meet Sei Rhuka.”

Dark eyes widen when they land upon a woman with a fierce glare…

Nope. Delete, delete. Maybe stare?

…with a fiery stare that burns right through Kenna. Red stripes—

Ugh, really, Lia? Stripes? Think, you didn’t study the thesaurus for nothing!

The red paint on her face rivaling the red tinting Kenna’s cheeks. She holds out a hand, which the other woman takes with a surprisingly tender touch. Warmth blossoms in Kenna’s chest. She can’t tear her eyes away from Sei, and in doing so, misses the smirk on Dom’s faceeeeaojdsssssvk

“Ugh. This is so bad. How am I ever gonna finish this?”

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#amalia de león #amalia x mc #amalia de leon #it lives within #ilw mc #ilw #it lives anthology #playchoices #ilw fanfic #it lives within fanfic #the crown and the flame #tcatf #kenna rys #sei rhuka #kenna x sei #amor rodriguez

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immortal-x-mortal-tourney · 2 years ago

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Loser's Bracket Round 2!

MC/Amalia (It Lives Within) VS Kaysanova (The Old Guard)

Amalia/MC art by @ascindio/@oh-so-youre-a-nerd of @itlivesforever's MC!

#battle couple battle #tournament poll #polls #losers round 2 #amalia x mc #amalia de león #it lives within #it lives project #kaysanova #joenicky #joe al kaysani #nicky di genova #the old guard

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itlivesproject · 2 years ago

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how about Amalia’s favorite moments/memories with the Mc/Rowan? Could be anything at all

Those cool summer nights when mc and Amalia would have sleepovers in the treehouse in mc's backyard. they used to stay up late, reading books by the light of a flashlight, doing brain teasers and puzzles, gossiping about kids at school, and telling each other scary stories. When the weather is just right, and Amalia catches a whiff of the scent of a maple tree, the memories come rushing back in a wave of comfort and nostalgia.

When Amalia got her driver's license, mc convinced her to play hookie with them to celebrate. It was the only time she ever ditched class, and it was worth it. They went to the movies, got a huge thing of popcorn, then got a refill on their way out, then went to a lake in westchester. They laid out on the shore, ate the rest of their popcorn, and then went for a dip in the water.

Her track meets with MC are always filled with fun memories. MC cheered louder for her than anyone, and was always there to wrap her up in a big hug when she finished her race. Then they'd just lay side by side or cuddled up in the grass under her team's tent, chatting and laughing as they enjoy the outdoors.

#ask #anon #mod win #amalia de león #amalia x mc

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aces-and-angels · 1 year ago

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*screams incoherently at the sun*

It's Lincoln x MC angst time again...

Spirit, Stay Gentle (part 1/2) Book: It Lives Within Basis: Lia is gone. Connor is out for blood. Vax's worst enemy is his own Power. (or, horror Connor comes after my MC whilst he fights back anchor explosions.) Pairings: Lincoln x male MC, but Lincoln doesn't actually physically appear in this part, but he is brought up a lot throughout. Warnings: murder, assault, violence, swearing, trauma, injury, guns, blood, and because of the flashbacks, there's also gore and death of all ages and species. Part 1 word count: 2.2k A/N: ILITW MC is called Lila in this, Sif is the name of my ILW MC's childhood dog, Vax is the name of my ILW MC, and this part opens with Connor's POV, but shifts POV mid-part.

Part 1 under cut!

Running, running, running, running–

Pooling scarlet of officer’s head, shuddering, shuddering, shuddering–

down,

down.

Shuddering, shuddering, shuddering (savagely, savagely, so–) clattering to the floor like it was made full of lead, lead, lead–

One step, two step, three, what is happening, what is happening, what is happening, what is happening, what is happening to me, legs pump, pump, pumping, BANG, BANG, BANG of the bullet, reverberating out through the trees.

One step, two step, three, what am I doing, what is happening to me, flash of pink, onyx leather, get him, get him, get him, get him–

Cracked skin, ash hands, wet, copper– blood, where, why, whose– blood– blood - blood - blood!

“VAX!” Voice that is not my own, should not be my own, but it is my own, deafening, banging, booming, “VAX!”, where’s Lila, is she safe, Noah, Dan, who, what, why, what is happening to me, what is happening to me, what is–

Cyan…

Drowning…

Everything...

Out.

Ringing, ringing, ringing, then–

Only cyan, only blue, only cyan, forever true.

…….

"Calm the FUCK down!"

Vax’s cry echoes across the clearing, falling a harried step backwards. The cerulean markings woven amidst his skin flare to life with his heightening anxiety.

"Calm down? CALM DOWN?! Like you can do any better? Like this isn't all you ever do? You're not even a real person, just some vessel for anger, and you're harping to me about keeping my temper in check?!"

"CONNOR!" His voice is guttural, pleading, a warning bark and a plea all in one.

He scrambles backwards, not in fear for himself, but in increasing acknowledgement of the creeping bonds of Power that wind their way up his sternum, his throat, his neck, the all-too familiar burning feeling sending his heart a-pounding.

"You.. don’t... want… this." He grits out as he gestures around, tendrils of smoke haloing his nostrils like some scorned angel of reckoning.

Then he scrabbles further backwards, clutching his scorching hands to his chest, all too aware of the Power it has to bend and break and burn, all too aware of how quickly, how instantly, how easy it would be to smite out the one good man in this woefully empty clearing out in the sadistic solace of the woods.

Pure cyan engulfs his hands as he raps one in a violent staccato against his head, trying in vain to tame the rising flame.

"I’LL KILL YOU!" It's not a threat, not a promise, not a scare tactic or a want, or a need, it's a plea, hollow and desperate and wavering and screaming and crying, and fraying at the edges please do not let me kill you, please do not let me kill you, I do not know how to control my Power, please do not let me kill you, please do not let me kill you!

For the sake of Connor, for the sake of whatever frayed hold he has on his humanity, desperately clinging onto a violently snapping thread, Vax stops… Freezes.

Purpose, path, salvation, purpose, path, salvation, purpose, path, salvation–

Calming thoughts… Calming thoughts!

Smother the fire, smother the fire, smother the—

Think of Lincoln. Think of Lincoln. Think of Lincoln!

Hard eyes, dark hair, hands that feel like home when he holds you, hard eyes, dark hair, hands that feel like home when he holds you, hard eyes, dark hair, hands that feel like– like– like…

Burning, burning, burning, burning, and by the nine hells why must the Power hurt so much, burning, burning, burning, burning, burning– ladder of flame climbing up, up, up, up, up–

Up his arms, up his hands, up his neck, up his skin, burning, burning, burning, burning, and no, no, no, no, no, no, no–!

Hard eyes, dark hair, hard eyes, dark hair, hard eyes, dark hair, hard eyes, dark hair, come on, come on, come on, come on–

Think of Lincoln. Think of Lincoln!

Flesh, searing, sizzling, scorching, smouldering– and fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!

Think of Lincoln. Think of Lincoln.

…And so Vax did. And it worked. For but a moment... But then Connor barrelled into him, and his markings flared once more, all thoughts of hard eyes, dark hair, hard eyes, dark hair, hard eyes, dark hair– scattered, flittering up, up, up, up, up, up– like the ashes of his Power, the spiralling smoke of the fires that threaten to swallow him whole as he rips out of, and runs free from the horror’s snatching embrace.

But he grits his teeth, and he tries again, and again, and again, purpose, path, salvation, purpose, path, salvation, purpose, path salvation–

No, you're not a monster, Vax, no you're not a monster, no you're not, you're not, you're not, you’re not–

Gruff voice, tied hair, raven marks, gruff voice, tied hair, raven marks, gruff voice, tied hair, raven marks–

And Vax’s voice, it comes, finally, growling, growling, growling, growling– gnashing claws and fangs of the horror - Connor, Connor, Connor, Connor – edging closer, closer, closer, closer–

"I'll take the blame, Connor!” He cries, shaking, shaking, shaking, shaking–

“I’ll take the blame – they’ll believe me – I’m not – I’m not – I’m not right – I’ll take the – they’ll believe me!” He hisses, burning, burning, burning, burning–, eyes widening at the expanse of his Power across his flesh, climbing, creeping, crawling, burning in the backs of his atoms, his cells, his neurons, his flesh–

Vax shakes, and stutters, embers spilling out his nose, his mouth, his eyes, his hands–

“I'll cure you– just please stop– I'll cure you– just stop, just fucking stop, just–”

Enraged tears stream down his shaking face, an aquamarine snaking of Power tinging his teardrops electric blue.

Connor sneers back at him, all fangs and too-long teeth, the man himself, a monster, now, but still… To Vax? The bastion of the pure, the tainted and shattered echo of the man before him a testament only to his own failings, to what Vax could not protect him from, to what Vax failed to do, to protect Connor from, to protect Annie from, to protect Sif from, to protect mom, dad– if they were ever really his to protect - if his name were every really his to bear – if his name were anything other than the very creatures his mother warded him against at night, if the name monster did not sit so pretty and perfect on lips that bloody and stutter and freeze amidst the chilling Power breeze.

"You stole his life, and yet you still don’t know how to act with an ounce of humanity!" The thing wearing Connor’s face jeers, but no, that is Connor now, it is Connor, it is, it is, it is–

"DON’T!” Vax screams, voice piercing through the now whistling winds.

“SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP!” Vax half-pleads, half-commands as Connor’s taunts persist, fists balled as he takes yet more steps away, trying to keep a tamper down on the fire, the Power, the flames, the fire, the Power, the flames, the fire, the Power, the–

"Connor, you fucking idiot, I am trying to save your life, just– just–" Vax’s wild gaze drops to his arms, two pillars of hellish blue flame thrashing at both sides, flaming and flaring with his emotions.

The drawn-out shell of Connor jibes back at him, his own glowing and furious eyes swirling like whirlpools in his head. His voice is cruel, callous, careless– gaze calculated and cruel as he casts a wicked glance back at the fading and fated man.

"Mommy dearest never teach you breathing lessons, or what?" The horror nods to the flare of Vax’s nostrils, the warning glow emanating out from his flesh, the tell-tale signs of an anchor explosion, imminent, no deterrent to the not-Connor before him, just a spectacle, a show, a jibe, a joke, a spot of entertainment on a chilly autumn morn.

"STOP!” Vax growls, pleads, prays, before keening quietly to himself “please, please, please, please…”, his knees slamming harshly against the deck as his anguish swipes them out from underneath him.

Mom.

Mom…

…….

Onyx hair. Raven lips. Pointed bangs. Fatal edge, soft for him.

"Stay gentle, Vax..."

She commands, the butterfly on her hand strutting across ticklish flesh.

Stay gentle.

Her cool brown eyes turn to him, extending the dainty little creature out to grabbing hands.

Stay gentle… Stay gentle.

"Buttahfwy!"

She laughs at the toddlers wide-eyed wonderment, tinkling and beautiful and rare.

Stay gentle. Stay gentle, stay gentle, stay gentle, STAY GENTLE–

All too soon, the memory of her is pulled out from underneath him, browning and blackening at the edges like all the polaroids of his family he had burned through gritted teeth and falling tears, burning away like the memories of his childhood– his memories? His childhood? Lemon drops, Vax, they were lemon drops, Vax–

…….

The snarling horror before him cares not for his trip down memory lane, racing towards him in a flurry of fangs and fatalistic fingernails.

One sharp tug, and Connor’s dragging him, dragging him, dragging him, by the nape of his jacket neck, dragging him, dragging him, dragging him– don’t fight back, don’t fight back, don’t fight back, keep the Power down, keep the Power down, keep the Power do—

Dragging, dragging, dragging, dragging, then screaming, screaming, screaming, screaming – what-have-I-done, what-have-I-done, what- have- I– but when Vax looks up, it is not his Power that alights Connor’s soul, twisting his mouth into a screaming vortex, but the sigils of the cabin, searing into him like so many snakes down skin that knows no solace.

Skidding back, back, back, burnt hands stinging, stinging, stinging, with the splinters of the sable, Vax backs away, but no sooner than Connor was seized by the sigils pain does he stop… Unfreeze from his pillar of hurt… And chase Vax back to his room, throwing his body against the wood of the wall with a sickening crack.

Copper, and red, streaming down Vax’s head, grappling, grappling, grappling, still, with the Power, tamp it down, down, down, down– don’t hurt him as you hurt Noah, don’t hurt him as you hurt everyone, don’t hurt him as you hurt Lincoln, blackened hiss of Power on paint, don’t hurt him as you hurt Lia, the knife of your nightmares and all the words you did not say– and all the words that you did say– do not hurt him, do not hurt him, do not hurt him, do not hurt him!

Calming thoughts.

Calming thoughts!

Think of Lincoln.

One shadow looms against the gloom.

Think of Lincoln. Infernos for eyes, encroaching ever closer, closer–

Think of Lincoln.

The first kick winds Vax.

Think of Lincoln.

The second sends him sprawling.

Think of Lincoln!

The third has him face-down on the floor.

Think of Lincoln…

Connor’s boot stamps across his back.

Think of Lincoln.

Claws haul him up, then swipe across his nose, slicing, slicing, slicing– a sizzling scarlet line, ripping open the same very spot another creature once did, in a memoria of pain, of agony, of anguish…

Think of - think of..?

Onyx hair. Raven lips. Pointed bangs. Fatal edge, dulled under the gnashing claws and jaws of the Power.

Onyx hair. Ever-smiling lips, click-click-vrrr of dad’s polaroid as it spat out yet another photo.

But his arms, they are gone, but his arms - they are bloody, but his arms, they are swelling wells of scarlet, but his arms– they are no more, just like his chuckle, just like his jokes, just like his breath. No more polaroids. No more pictures. No more him, no more her, no more she, no more you, no more me–

Snow-white fur, blackened snout– that sniff-sniff-sniffing curiosity, always by his side, forever at his side, tail wagging, wagging, wagging, wagging ready to face anything, anything, anything– until that anything was everything and nothing and then she was gone, gone, gone, gone.

And then… And then, and then, and then, and then, there was her, there was her, there was her, there was her.

Annie, Annie, Annie–

Onyx hair. Little, smiling, innocent face. The sweet scent of strawberries and icecream, the colour of his hair, sundaes overflowing with syrup and sauces, and digging in as she giggled, and giggled, and giggled, but now, as he lays, sprawled, spread-eagled on the floor, lifesblood spilling out of him, she only gurgled, and gurgled, and gurgled, overflowing with red, red, red, red— and oh gods, oh gods, oh gods, she's fucking dead, dead, dead, dead–!!

Scarlet scratches neon against the black, rip-rip-ripping across his front, his lips, his chest, his nose, burning agony suffusing him as he froze–

Think… Think…

Quickly, he finds, he can't think of anything, anything at all.

Think of… Think of..

Lincoln? Lincoln… oh fuck, LINCOLN–!

Bloodied and burnt hands fumble across cracked phone screen.

Calltone dragging, dragging, dragging–

Beep…

Beep...

On the third chime, Connor strikes him straight down, sending him sprawling to the floor.

A gruff voice sounds out across the other line, too late, too late–

Think of Lincoln.

A strangled scream. A cacophonous crashing. And then?

Nothing, nothing at all.

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