#like alycia heart eyes?

[southtopaz]

PSYCHO KILLER - SCREAM

Summary: in which Iris Morris has to navigate her personal relationships while surviving a psycho.

Warnings: Fem!reader, angst, mention of violence, swearing, mention of death, Amber freeman x Fem reader, Tara Carpenter x Fem reader, multiple parts.

Word count: +2,5k

A/n: the story will follow the events of Scream 5 and 6. English is not my first language, so I apologize for any grammatical mistake. Also I use Alycia Debnam Carey as Iris face claim but you all can use whoever you might like.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7

Iris slowly awoke to the sterile scent of antiseptic and the soft beep of a heart machine connected to her. Her eyes fluttered open to the harsh, fluorescent lights of the hospital room, and she winced at the dull ache that radiated through her body. The events of the attack were a hazy blur in her memory, overshadowed by the disorienting beeps and occasional footsteps outside her door. As she attempted to piece together the fragmented recollections, a wave of anxiety mingled with the relief of being alive, while the reality of her situation began to sink in.

Dewey. What happened to him?.

She tried to stand up but a soft hand stopped her from doing so. She didn't notice the presence of someone else in the room and now she could see her mom, looking down at her with tired eyes and a soft smile.

"Don't do that darling, you need to rest".

"I can't rest mom, is everyone okay?" Iris desperately questioned her mother, she needed someone to assure her that no one had died.

"Iris" the older woman sighed and that was enough for Iris to know her answer.

"Who?".

"Dewey and... sheriff Hicks along with your friend Wes". A somber mood settled over the room, marked by the collective burden of grief hanging in the air.

"Not Wes too". Iris silently started crying as her mom pulled her close to wrap her arms around her daughter in a warm hug. "When did this happen?"

"When you were here with Tara, before you guys got attacked".

"Shit, and he got Dewey too mom, we were there, I could've stopped him but I wasn't strong enough". She continued sobbing in her mom's shoulder as she recounted what happened in the elevator.

"It's not your fight Iris, you're 18, you're not supposed to fight a psychopath nor put your life in danger. You're supposed to be thinking about college". The older woman winced in deep remorse at her daughter's pain. "I need to get you out of here".

"No mom, I can't leave, I need to see this psycho behind the bars or even better dead. Someone needs to stop him".

"Yes someone that is not you". Her mother clenched her hands in fear. "I can't lose you too, not again".

The sorrow at her mother's voice made her stop and think. She had already lost her oldest daughter at the hands of Ghostface and now she could lose her second daughter in the same way. She couldn't do that to her.

"Okay mom, I'll leave".

Rachel took a deep breath and hugged her once again. "Sam is making Tara leave too, she told me a few moments ago, maybe you can leave with them. There is safety in numbers". She kissed her temple. "You can't tell anyone where you're going".

"Mom..."

"Not even Mindy and definitely not Amber".

"She's my girlfriend mom, I have to tell her if she won't see me again".

"You can't trust anyone, not even her". Rachel could see her daughter's indignation.

"Why don't you like her? You always seemed to have a problem with Amber".

"It's not that I don't like her Iris but maybe keep this to yourself alright?".

"Fine". After Iris agreed to her terms, she finally let herself relax. "I'll catch up to you later okay? I love you sweetheart".

Iris nodded, and after a few minutes, a doctor entered to check her vitals. He informed her that she could go home, as long as she took it easy and avoided any intense activity.

As Iris emerged from her hospital room with a slight limp in her walk due to her injured thigh, her gaze landed on Sam standing by a vending machine, whose face lit up with a mix of concern and relief. She took a deep breath, and walked towards her, wrapping her arms around Sam in a tight embrace.

"I'm glad you're okay Ris". Sam whispered softly as they let go of each other. "Did you mom tell you about my plan of leaving?".

"Yeah, do you have space for one more?".

"Always". They smiled and talked quietly to each other. Apparently Tara wasn't awake yet so Sam was yet to inform her about their change of plans.

In the waiting room, Gale Weathers sat with a frown, seemingly lost in her own thoughts. They didn't know whether to approach her or no but they thought it was only fair they at least gave their condolences to her in the name of the man who saved their lives. Gale remained seated with her hand covering her face, devoid of any expression.

"I'm sorry," she said tentatively, her voice quivering. "We didn't know him well, but he was there for us."

"It's what he did". Gale spoke through her sobs. "He helped people, I should've stopped him.

"If you had, my sister would be dead". Sam exclaimed before a nurse called her to inform her Tara was awake. She turned around and signaled Iris to come with her.

She started walking towards her before she stopped herself and looked at Gale. "I know it won't help but just know that he left like a hero, and we will always remember him in that way". Gale smiled softly at her words and Iris turned around and followed Sam.

They moved towards the hospital door to see Tara sitting up in the bed, already looking better than she had hours earlier.

She smiled when she saw them entering the room. The two of them sat on each side of the bed.

"How do you feel T?" Iris inquired the girl as she held her hand.

Tara smiled at the use of the old nickname and the hand holding. Maybe getting attacked by some freak wasn't that bad. "Everytime I get attacked they give me better painkillers, so I'm great".

"I can't believe they gave you drugs and all I get is a get well soon, I'm so fucking jealous". Iris playfully pointed out.

"I mean you do look like shit". Tara noticed a huge bruise on Iris's cheek and a little bandaid on her upper lip. She had to resist the urge to let her finger caress it. The drugs were insane.

"Rich coming from you, girlie got my leg broken like a pussy". Tara flipped her finger at her as they both shared a laugh.

"I'm sorry". Sam said suddenly after a moment of silence, looking at her little sister with a sad expression.

"For what?" Tara asked, sounding a bit surprised. "You saved my life". She took a glance at Iris and softly added. "You too".

"For not telling you sooner" Sam said, taking a deep breath. "For being the reason Dad left."

"You're not the reason Dad left". Tara said quietly. "You didn't choose where you came from or who you came from. I don't blame you for that". and then added in quiet voice, "But I do blame you for leaving me too".

"That's never gonna happen again". Sam promised as a couple of tears were flowing down her cheeks.

"I know." She whispered with her eyes watering as well. "But why didn't you come to me back then? I could've helped."

"Because... I was scared" Sam quietly admitted. Iris felt like she was intruding in a sisterly moment but both of them wanted her there so she just stood silently beside them.

"Of what?" Her sister was surprised at the admission.

"I was scared that I would turn out just like him, so I ran to protect you" then she added "From me".

"Sam you could never be like him"

Iris grabbed Sam's hand and gave it a little squeeze as she smiled at her. "Don't compare yourself to him, you saved us. Never forget that".

"You're so high right now" Sam grinned at her sister, turning her attention back to her.

"I'm so high right now" Tara laughed "I'm not even gonna lie".

"I love you"

"I love you too Sam".

"Not to kill the beautiful moment, love you guys but the fuck we're gonna do now?"

"What nobody ever does in these situation". Sam flickered her gaze from Iris to Tara. "We're gonna get the fuck out of Woodsboro".

"Gosh you're making me so happy right now Sam".

After a moment of peace in all this madness, Iris excused herself to step outside and make a call. She needed to tell Amber that she was leaving town. Her mother had specifically instructed her not to tell anyone, but Amber was different—she wasn't just anyone and she deserved to know, regardless of her mother's disapproval or the tension that lingered between them. Amber had already called her at least three times, and Iris had been unable to answer any of them, a gnawing guilt weighing on her.

"Baby, hi! I'm so glad I can finally talk to you," was the first thing Amber said, her voice a mix of relief and concern. "I tried calling you, but you wouldn't pick up. I even reached out to your mom, but she wasn't exactly friendly."

"Hi love, I'm sorry I just got my phone back and everything's been so crazy". A sigh escaped her lips. "Sorry about my mom, she's just worried".

"Yeah well it's not like she's my biggest fan anyway".

"That's not true Amber, don't say that".

"Whatever, so when can I see you? The hospital let you go right?". After Iris's confirmation, she spoke up again. "We are making a memorial for Wes today at my house, you should come. I can pick you up right now".

"Ambs, this is why I'm calling". She didn't know how to say it. "I'm leaving".

"What?"

"I'm leaving Woodsboro".

"No you're not".

"Love, don't make it harder than it already is".

"The fuck are you doing Iris? You can't leave, you are ruining everything. We are supposed to be together". Amber was fuming. "Who is making you do this? Your mom? Let me talk to her, I'll make her reason".

"Amber I don't like the way you're talking right now. It's my decision".

"I don't care, was her idea?". After a moment of silence. "Was it Tara's? Or Sam's?". The tone of her voice getting dark with something she didn't like.

"It doesn't matter, I called you to let you know but once I'm safe, I'll come back for you okay?".

"So what, you're not even going to say goodbye to me?" Amber's voice cracked with anguish, making it clear just how much this hurt her. Iris felt her eyes welling up with tears; this wasn't how she wanted things to unfold, but she knew it was the right choice.

"I'm sorry baby, I love you alright?"

"Who are you going with Iris? Tell me before ..." Iris hung up on her girlfriend. She let out a quiet sob for a moment, then took a deep breath to steady herself before heading back inside. She didn't want anyone to see her like this, vulnerable and fragile.

Once the doctor told Tara she could go, they all left the room alongside with Richie, who just came to visit and they were all ready to leave. The group made their way to the door when a woman called out to Sam.

"Samantha?". A woman with short dark hair and a brown leather jacket made their way towards them. She couldn't recognize her at first until she realized who she was and she widened her eyes in shook.

"Jesus that's Sidney Prescott" she whispered to Tara who just looked like she wanted nothing to do with all of this.

"It's Sam"

"I'm..."

"I know who you are".

Sidney took a deep breath and turned to Tara. "I hope you're okay". The girl just flashed her a tiny smile.

"Listen, I'm sorry..."

"You're Billy's daughter". The older woman cut her off before Sam could finish whatever she was going to say. Damn straight to business.

"We'll bring the car around" Richie motioned for Iris to follow her as she started pushing Tara's wheelchair. They helped her into the car and then they both got into it too. Richie pulled out to the front of the hospital as they waited for Sam to finish her conversation.

Iris turned to Tara and grinned at her. "Between us girlies, on a scale of 1 to 10 how hot Sidney Prescott is?".

"Really? Not the time Iris". Tara looked at her unamused.

"Oh come on, I definitely wouldn't mind some stabbing if she ends up saving me".

Tara just stared at her, a blank expression on her face, and Iris winced at the awkwardness. "Too soon? Sorry about that."

"Stupid". A silence stretched over them. "Definitely a ten".

"HA, fucking knew it".

They would have continue joking if they didn't hear Richie honking the car at Sam as it seemed she was in the middle of an argument with both Sidney and Gale.

"All right, let's get the fuck out of town,huh?" Richie said happily as they were finally about to leave this nightmare.

"Sorry, that's my boyfriend Richie". Sam apologized.

"Nice to meet... we met" Richie gestured with his hands. "Sam, please get in the car so we never have to see these people again".

"Remind me again, how is your sister dating this dude?" Iris whispered so Richie didn't hear them and in exchange she only got a slap in her arm telling her to shut up.

As Sam opened the door and entered the car, they heard Sidney calling out to her one more time.

"No, we're leaving. That's the only way I can protect Tara".

"Okay good luck". Sidney finally said with a defeated sigh, she knew there was nothing she could say to stop the younger girl from leaving.

"You too". Sam nodded at her. Iris, on the other hand, lowered her window so she could look at the woman. "Sidney, do me a favor? Kill this fucker for us".

A few minutes later, they drove past the Woodsboro exit sign, signaling that they were finally leaving this haunted town behind. Iris glanced over at Tara, who appeared to be frantically searching for something, her hands diving deep into her bag with a sense of urgency.

"What are you looking for?". Iris asked though received no answer.

"I left a message for mom, I told her where we're going". Not even Iris knew where the fuck they were going. "You good back there?".

"Fuck, where is it?" Tara turned the lights on as she kept looking. Sam and Iris looked at each other in confusion.

"Where is what?".

"My inhaler, I usually keep an extra one".

"Should we go back?". Sam turned to Richie in question.

"Whoa, okay, I vote for not going back to the murder hospital".

"God the worst thing just happened, I agree with Richie". Iris sighed in disappointment. "Maybe we can stop at a pharmacy?".

"I'd need a prescription". Fuck. "But I left an extra one at Amber's, her house is on the way".

"No no no" Richie complained to them.

"I'd be in and out". Tara reassured him.

"Do you think you could hold out till Modesto?" Sam asked.

"I don't think so," Iris said softly, pressing her hand onto Tara's shoulder and giving it a gentle rub.

"Okay what's the adress?"

"123 no fucking way lane". Richie snapped in annoyance.

"She needs it you dummie, I don't want to go to Amber's house either but we have no choice". Tara looked at her questiongly at that, she mouthed "explain later".

"Yeah and I need to keep all of the blood in my body and so do you". He looked at the girl from the mirror.

"Richie please". Tara begged

"Bro If you don't turn around, Ghostface will be the last of your problems".

Richie looked blankly at Iris once more and sighed in despair as Sam touched his shoulder trying to convince him. "Okay yeah fuck, what's the goddamn address?"

As they turned back around to come back to the city, Tara turned to Iris waiting for her to explain.

"Before we left the hospital, I called her, she said they were doing some kind of memorial for Wes and wanted me to go". Tara motioned at her to go on. "I said I couldn't cause I was leaving".

"She wanted to know where and I didn't tell her, my mom asked me not to. She said I couldn't leave just like that, then she wanted to know who I was going with and when I refused to tell her again, she got mad".

Iris glared intensely at her hands without blinking. "So I just hung up". Tara grimaced at that. "Yeah I know, asshole move but I panicked".

"She's going to kill you when she sees you". Tara tried to joke.

"Fuck I know".

[stickseascn]

hey, isn’t that JOSEPHINE “JOEY” DAVIS-SCOTT, who looks a little like ALYCIA DEBNAM-CAREY? i hear SHE is a THIRTY-TWO year old CIS WOMAN who works as CO-OWNER OF THE CRYSTAL RIDGE WINERY who has been in town for HER ENTIRE LIFE. they ARE a member of one of aspen creek’s founding families. you can usually find them at WILLOW STREET or CRYSTAL RIDGE WINERY. if you ask me, they remind me a lot of LEATHER JACKETS, SOFT SMILES BENEATH HEAVY EYELINER, AND A HEART THAT’S TOUGH BUT EASILY BRUISED. just keep an eye on them & see if their true colors shine through!

basics

full name: josephine davis-scott nickname: jo, joey age: 32 years old date of birth: august 21st, 1992 zodiac sign: leo sun, cancer moon, aries rising gender & pronouns: cis woman & she/her sexuality: bisexual occupation: co-owner of crystal ridge winery; manages social media for the winery and the davis-scott bed & breakfast; photographer; painter

family

mother: evelyn davis-scott father: james davis-scott sibligns: tba davis-scott, tba davis-scott, harlow davis-scott, penelope davis-scott nephews: alice reeves, teddy li, tba, tba, tba

personality

mbti: ESFP-A (the entertainer) moral alignment: chaotic neutral temperament: sanguine parallels: jess o'brien (chesapeake shores), pacey witter and jen lindley (dawson's creek), brooke davis (one tree hill)

about

she’s the youngest child in the davis-scott family and often felt a bit out of place among everyone -- her older siblings, nieces, and nephews, many of whom were born just a few years after joey herself. her house was always bustling, whether with family or the guests at the davis-scott bed & breakfast, where she spent most of her childhood and teenage years.

despite her outwardly extroverted nature, joey often felt lonely. that’s part of why amara has been so important to her ever since they met in kindergarten. the two girls have been inseparable ever since, navigating middle school, high school, and college in raleigh together, then amara’s pregnancy, and ultimately opening the crystal ridge winery side by side.

spotify wrapped

stick season - noah kahan

dirty little secret - the all-american rejects

don't tell me - avril lavigne

thnks fr th mmrs - fall out boy

the middle - jimmy eat world

hanging by a moment - lifehouse

the best of me - the starting line

disease - matchbox twenty

she will be loved - maroon 5

love song - sara bareilles

i'm a slave 4 u - britney spears

like a prayer - madonna

come clean - hilary duff

bleeding love - leona lewis

like a boy - ciara

since u been gone - kelly clarkson

i hate this part - the pussycat dolls

wanted connections / plots

exes: someone from high school or college. ideally, i’d love a dynamic similar to pacey and joey from dawson’s creek -- where jo takes on the pacey role lol. they’ve disliked each other since childhood, but things started to shift when they entered high school, and something romantic developed. however, it all abruptly ended before college. now, they've crossed paths again and are trying to convince themselves they can still be friends, but it's not easy being friends with someone you once loved.

work-related plots: people joey has worked with before, or is about to collaborate with. she’s a photographer and a painter with an impressive portfolio. she photographs events, weddings, parties—basically anything. in addition, she teaches a few free art and photography classes, particularly for kids.

some kind of enemies: joey is known for her abrasive personality. she’s outspoken and isn’t afraid to defend her ideas, no matter who she’s talking to. maybe your muse doesn’t like how blunt she is, or they have opposing views. it would be fun to have an enemy in such a small town. this conflict could be something recent or something that dates back to their school days.

[butmakeitgayblog]

Any new headcanons brewing in your head after seeing Alycia at the AACTA

Not... entirely

But I've had thoughts. Bear with me.

I'm not even remotely the person to write something like this at all, but it definitely did have me thinking of a SORT OF SHOEH-esque type fic. Something involving them being closeted and in Hollywood. Getting their flowers for their talent and being in love, but having to keep it quiet their entire careers. I've seen some fics along this line here and there, but inevitably in the fic, one or both eventually come out on stage or something.

Which is great! That's a lovely and hopeful ending.

But also....

Not entirely realistic.

Or even half as heartwrenching.

"Well yeah jesus fuck, why do you want sad shit Andi, why are you always such a glutton for punishment and literary pain?"

Well I'll tell you why: cuz... shut up

Idk it just got me thinking of Clexa as two Hollywood starlets on kind of differing ends of the spectrum of Hollywood that in the public eye are generally never really thought about together.

Lexa tends to do more gritty work, a lot more indie films. Dark threaded moody pieces and emotional roles, not generally thought of as box office fodder, but pretty much always a contender at awards season. Sleeper hits, you get me. Things like that. She definitely has a well known name, but she's selective in her work and that gains her a lot of respect with fans, even if they have to sometimes wait 2-3 years between projects. Because whatever she signs on for, it's pretty much always really fucking good. Whereas Clarke is more of a mainstream girly. She does a decently broad spectrum of films, but they're by and large always ones with bigger budgets, bigger release dates, more screens. It's not that they're not quality pictures, it's just that Clarke likes to work a broad range of things. One year she's in a comedy, the next a period piece, the next action. There's no real labeling her career.

And most importantly, they're both very, very straight.

At least, their personas are.

Alexandria is a smoky eyed femme fatale who leaves all the men eating out of the palm of her hand. Very "Look but don't touch" attitude that adds to her allure, to her mystery, despite her always being attached to leading man's arm. Miss Griffin is the picture of buxom Hollywood glam that every guy has on the List. Known for leaving a string of broken hearted men in her wake with little more than a cheek kiss-stained in signature red lipstick

Lexa and Clarke though?

Lexa and Clarke are two friends who have been deeply in love and committed to each other for the better part of 5 years.

They love each other in secret because that's what they feel like they have to do. They have two seperate houses with two separate addresses, and only one bed they actually sleep in.

It only really burns on the big nights, which I think would be an interesting oneshot. Just a glimpse into their life and what it feels like in that moment. The night when all their work and their sacrifices are being honored. Because even though, yes, they do play the part of friends and manage to sit near each other, it's not the same. It's not the same when they can't get ready together or even show up in the same car. When they have to remind themselves not to lean into each other too often, or even reach for the others hand to calm their nerves.

When one wins, they walk up alone without a hug or kiss from the only person who actually matters. They thank their families and their friends and their management that they can barely stand half the time, and remind themselves to smile like it's the happiest moment of their life even though at least half it all feels like a lie. Because yeah, they get lonely in the months when projects and shooting schedules pull them to opposite sides of the globe... but somehow those months never feel quite as lonely as being in a room filled with people who act like they adore you, while the love of your life sits quietly with her own "date" half an aisle away

[lexa-griffins]

Alycia is so freaking cute in that dress with the bow 🥺 Which au works best for this?

She looks so pwetty 🥺

I'd say this is Dilf!AU Lexa. The first vacation Clarke, Lexa, and Madi take together. They go to Italy and its the first time Lexa ever went to Europe so she is so excited, dressed to the nines, so excited to walk around and have a nice time. Madi reaaally wants to go shopping and while Clarke waits for them outside of the store her heart fucking melts when she watches Madi come out with an adorable polka dot dress that matches Lexa's (with a little more twirl and spaghetti straps with little bows and omg they both look so fucking cute).

Lexa is so happy to be here. She loves having a little mini me in Madi, just having Madi look up at her with eyes shining telling her how pretty she looks and how she wants to look pretty like that too! Clarke, with her hand around her waist, pulling her closer and kissing her temple as they walk, Madi holding her hand and pulling her along.

She feels pretty and loved and /in/ love and absolutely enamored with her girlfriend and her little girl and everything she's getting to experience with them, despite all of the jokes her friends made about the dact shes going to go to one of the most romantic places with "the brat tagging along" and how they wish they had a "rich older gf to bring them to nice places too". Lexa just really really loves spending time with both Clarke and Madi, even if it means no sex and sharing a hotel room with Madi and being pulled in every damn direction to look at everything Madi wants to look at and deal with a whining 10 year old that is tired of walking. Watching Madi look at her getting ready and so clearly trying to copy her while Clarke looks at them with a grin? 🥺🥺 she wouldn't change it for thr world!

[museshq]

*  ♔  ◟     (   alycia   debnam  -  carey,   thirty   two,   female,   she   or   her   )     the  capital  of  king's  landing  welcomes  cyrena  of  house  stark,  the  lady  of  winterfell.  ‎ news  borne  by  raven  sends  word  that  they  are  reputed  to  be  gracious,  but  with  the  eyes  of  court  watching  their  every  move,  they  might  prove  to  be  unsparing.  ‎ when  songs  are  sung,  their  verses  speak  of  a  feral  girl  with  gnashing  teeth,  raised  to  run  with  wolves  +  a  heart  hardened  to  ice  in  the  wake  of  righteous  fury  +  the  wavering  faith  for  gods  who  leave  unanswered  prayer.  ‎ whispers  throughout  the  seven  kingdoms  claim  that  their  allegiance  lies  with  house  targaryen  of  dragonstone,  but  more  ferociously  with  house  stark,  where  they  conspire  to  uphold  the  oath  sworn  by  their  family  while  protecting  their  legacy  in  the  north. ‎   but  in  the  end,  fealty  means  little  when  you  play  the  game  of  thrones.     ⸻     penned‎‎‎ ‎ by‎ ‎ cat,‎‎‎ ‎ asobai ‎ exclusive.

❧⨾‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ eldest‎ ‎ of‎ ‎ the‎ ‎ remaining‎ ‎ stark‎ ‎ siblings ❧⨾ ‎ ‎ known ‎ by ‎ most ‎ for ‎ her ‎ mysterious ‎ yet ‎ good-natured ‎ aura ‎ and ‎ connection ‎ to ‎ the ‎ old ‎ gods, ‎ turning ‎ to ‎ the ‎ godswood ‎ for ‎ solace ‎ and ‎ guidance ‎ since ‎ she ‎ was ‎ young ‎❧⨾ ‎ ‎ marked ‎ by ‎ the ‎ loss ‎ of ‎ her ‎ parents ‎ and ‎ brother ‎ to ‎  rebellion, ‎ leading ‎ her ‎ to ‎ question ‎ her ‎ faith ‎ as ‎ she ‎ grapples ‎ with ‎ grief ‎❧⨾ ‎ ‎ thus ‎ far, ‎ she ‎ has ‎ rebuffed ‎ the ‎ idea ‎ of ‎ allegiance ‎ through ‎ marriage ‎ to ‎ dedicate ‎ herself ‎ to ‎ overseeing ‎ and ‎ protecting ‎ her ‎ family ‎ through ‎ political ‎ and ‎ natural ‎ crises ‎❧⨾ ‎ ‎ prefers ‎ to ‎ remain ‎ in ‎ the ‎ background, ‎ quietly ‎ observing ‎ and ‎ gathering ‎ information, ‎ with ‎ actions ‎ felt ‎ rather ‎ than ‎ seen

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[helloalycia]

hi! just wanted to pop in quickly to tell you that i've finally gotten around to reading both of your alicia clark books! i remember starting the first one a long time ago but never managing to finish it - i reckon it's because i've never actually watched fear the walking dead because, well, i ✨fear✨ the walking dead (sorry for the pun lol but no seriously, i'm too scared to watch such shows, even though alycia's in it 😭) but i always manage to come back to ur account and ur fics (i basically grew up with them) and i'd seen that you'd posted new content about alicia clark, so i just had to give your books another try and i absolutely loved it. i loved alicia & kamille, i loved mía and al and oliver and so many other characters and it really broke my heart when joanie and madison and adam died.

kamille is an amazing character; she is patient and calculated, fearless but also scared. she is hope and warmth and the future alicia always deserved.

i'm not religious by any means, but you still managed to make me understand and respect the hope people gain from having faith in something/someone but also the boundaries and doubts that come along with it (even though you didn't mean for it to take over the story). believing in something also often comes with rules, so it was very interesting for me to read about kamille's inner conflict about breaking them: did they really matter in a world where law and order was gone and safety and trust was always only temporary? and even if the world didn't turn to shit, kamille is a muslim lesbian and a woman of color - as i've said, i'm not religious, but i'm also a queer woman of color and i did grow up in a househould with certain beliefs, so if you don't mind and feel comfortable sharing it, i'd love to hear more about your opinion/thoughts on this matter. only if that's okay with you though, you can skip this part, if you don't want to answer that question of course! i don't wanna pressure you into anything!

but yeah, i really did love kamille (even though she was so fucking stupid and oblivious sometimes 😭). and as i've already said: i've never watched ftwd before but kamille and alicia just somehow made sense to me. i haven't felt this single in a loong time hahahaha 🥲

i believe the ftwd fandom is not very huge and i know that some of your other fics for other fandoms might get more attention, but i really do appreciate it every single time u post a fic about alicia (i mean i appreciate every fic you post but i'm kinda loving alicia clark very much right now).

just wanted to let you know that bc she seems to be one of your favorite characters and you must like writing fics about her. so yeah, if you ever feel like those fics are not being recognized properly; i recognize them. and i very much appreciate them. 🫶🏻

sorry this message is wayyy longer than i intended it to be haha

firstly can i just say there’s so much to unpack with this but first and foremost, this brought tears to my eyes because it’s such a genuinely sweet and thoughtful message, and it means a lot when someone really delves into what i’ve written and appreciates it as more than fanfiction, so thank you 😭

okay so i love your fear the walking dead pun, really made me laugh 😂 i really appreciate you giving my fics another go as well, especially as someone who doesn’t usually go for scary stuff like that – it means a lot! ♥️

you’re right about the ftwd fandom being tiny haha, it’s a struggle writing stuff when not many engage with it, but thank you so much for letting me know you enjoy my stuff! i think i’ve been writing a lot for Alicia lately because i genuinely just miss her character and there’s a lot to work with in that universe and with her, plus i’m still having withdrawal from the kamille x alicia fic as it was so fun to write and i miss them 😂 you’re right btw - kamille was a dumbass haha but her and alicia felt so real to me and i genuinely forget she’s not in the actual show 😂

again, very grateful you recognise that though – it’s always so touching to know there’s someone out there delving into what i’ve written! as you said about the subtle commentary within the fic about religion and beliefs combatting a world where it isn’t ’needed’ anymore, that was something that i’m glad you picked up on! i feel like i try to include subtleties in my writing on similar more serious themes, rather than just a fic or imagine, so it means a lot someone noticed them :)

in terms of my opinion on the whole queer women of colour and belief system, i’m happy to share! honestly writing the kamille x alicia fics were a little outlet for me as i’m in a similar boat, a pakistani lesbian, and i genuinely face this issue every day, so obviously i can only share my opinion.

as a person of colour yourself, you must understand how it is being viewed in the lgbtq+ community as someone who isn’t white, but i feel like it’s even harder when you’re a follower of a religion, so in my case Islam. But i won’t go into how it is being viewed like this externally because you can see that anywhere. For me, it’s the internal conflict.

i think knowing that i like women and can never feel otherwise makes it hard because it’s always a decision between do i force myself to think and feel differently because of my family? or do i lead my life how i want to? but then that in itself is hard because even though i’ve told myself i’m a lesbian and accepted that, have i really? i don’t share it to anyone other than my friend and sisters. I don’t know how to. And then my religion and beliefs come into play - i genuinely believe God/Allah wouldn’t frown on me for feeling this way because He created me, but other Muslims would see it as a sin and me straying away from religion. But is it really straying if it’s not my choice? Surely my beliefs should be between me and God, not everyone else?

No matter what, believing in something bigger than me and the fundamentals of my religion make me feel calm and centred. I don’t care how many times people say being gay and Muslim is wrong, because it’s not to me. I can be both. And it doesn’t change any of what i believe. Saying that though, my parents put religion first even though they’re not very religious. Family is second to them whereas it’s first for me. Their beliefs shape them and i can’t exist within that if it doesn’t follow their ideals.

It genuinely comes down to perspective, and as much as i tell myself i don’t care what others think, i do. Mostly my parents. If they knew, they’d despise me. And it’s that thought of do i lie forever to keep them in my life? or live my truth? the answer is, i don’t know. My biggest fear is being alone, funnily enough like Kamille, so i don’t know if i’d rather live an unhappy life surrounded by people or a happy life alone.

But yeah - that’s just the base points of my thoughts on the topic, as well as my experience. If you have any more questions or want me to clarify anything, do let me know! the truth is, most of the stuff Kamille fears or worries is a mirror of my life lol. Only difference is, her circumstances don’t make her choose because it’s not a choice, it just is.

Hope that helps and once again, thank you for your kind words! 🥰♥️

[tatumxkeller]

✦ ALYCIA DEBNAM-CAREY, CIS WOMAN, SHE/HER ✦ TATUM KELLER the TWENTY NINE year old has been in Hidehill for HER ENTIRE LIFE and was a FRIEND to Carter Thompson, one of the shadows. Whispers on the streets are that the WAITRESS AT MEL’S who lives in HADLEY PARK are said to be TRUSTWORTHY and DITSY but I guess we’ll find out for ourselves. { DANI, 27, GMT, SHE/HER. }

BASICS

Full Name: Tatum Marie Keller

Nickname: Tate, Tay

Age: 29

DOB: November 12th 1993

Parents: Maria and Patrick Keller.

Siblings: Older and younger brother.

Hair colour: dirty blonde, kept long and tidy

Eye colour: green

Piercings: here

Tattoos:  here

Sexuality: heterosexual

Occupation: Waitress at Mel’s

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BIOGRAPHY

TW: alcohol, drugs, miscarriage, body shaming

TW DRUGS AND ALCOHOL: Tatum grew up in what felt like a very unloving or supporting household. Her father a drunk and her mother a drug addict. They were brought up in Hartley Avenue.

TW BODY SHAMING: Her parents seemed to favour her brothers and from a young age she could tell that her mother didn’t want her. She was never pretty enough, smart enough, she was always too ‘chubby’ for her mother. The older she got it felt as though her mother resented her.

She tried her hardest in school, she wanted to get good grades so that she could get out of Hidehill and leave her parents behind but the more her mother pressured her and told her she wasn’t smart enough the more she doubted herself. Her grades quickly dropped, she started skipping school and she had no idea what she wanted to do in life anymore.

TW DRUGS AND ALCOHOL: At 16 she started hanging with an older crowd, they liked to party so she joined in too but for the longest time she avoided touching drugs and booze because she didn’t want to end up like her parents. She went for a good time, hung out with friends, slowly but surely she gave in and started drinking. 

TW DRUGS AND ALCOHOL:��Drugs are something she never touched but once she ended up developing feelings for one of the older boys she wanted to impress him, she started drinking more to ‘impress’ him, she became more careless, the two of them would hang out alone and drink on the streets, before she knew it the two of them were hooking up and she fell pregnant at 17.

She could never tell her parents about it, she kept it a secret from them but her and the man she fell pregnant with decided they would keep it. They were going to find a place together, he was going to get a job and provide for the two of them and everything was going to be okay. It wasn’t logical but they talked themselves into the plan.

TW MISCARRIAGE: The two of them felt very loved up with the idea of their soon to be family, things were going great even though they were keeping everything very hush-hush. That was until Tatum miscarried at 8 weeks pregnant, she felt lost and heart broken and fell to pieces. Of course he left her too, he didn’t stick around to pick up the pieces or support her in anyway.

Once she was able to get out of her home she got herself a place in Hadley Park, she doesn’t speak to her parents and only speaks to her brothers occasionally, she has some sort of resentment to them because her parents clearly favoured them over her.

[auraravenora77]

Prologue | Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four | Chapter Five | Chapter Six | Chapter Seven | Chapter Eight

Alycia Leveau "Lilithia Infernum"

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Summary: Alycia is in the first circle of Hell and she has finally met two important demons who has plans for her.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 4,232

AN: It has been awhile posting here so here you go and enjoy!

Chapter Seven

Transitioning between realms resulted in a nauseating sensation that struck me suddenly. My head was spinning from the effects of nausea. Perhaps Bael would offer to warn me next time, even if he actually ever cared. Closing my eyes firmly, I concentrated on counting to ten mentally while taking deep breaths, inhaling and exhaling slowly. At least it didn't trigger my asthma, which ought to be relieving for the most part.

Fortunately, my nausea gradually abated, and I opened my eyes to notice his arms still encircling me. With a deep realization crossing my features, I moved away from the embrace and felt myself recoil with a shudder, as if avoiding any further physical contact. He remained impassive by my reaction, choosing instead to divert his attention to their surroundings.

"Welcome to Ira.."

Something in the air around me changed—static released, peacefulness thrown into chaos. Slowly taking everything in, I glanced around the hellish area to take in everything. The area has been filled with a thick reddish fog that has coated everywhere. It can be difficult to view anything else here. A dull, blank space of darkness fills the sky as time slows down around here. They ought to be nonexistent concepts in this realm. That would be difficult to adjust to at a later time of slumber.

"Just so you know, we cannot afford to waste time to stall around and do nothing here. My father doesn't like to be kept waiting!"

That response earned him a glare, which he felt unfazed by. Instead, he rather beckoned me to follow onto a crimson-red cobblestone path, which I trailed behind him. During the time of aimless walking here and there, a feeling of homesickness clutched my heart. It was far too late to return home now. I forcefully made the choice to remain here in this place. Who knows how long that would be?

After a several-minute walk, a castle came into view. The sight made my breath stutter in my throat when we drew closer and closer to it. It was a large fortress in every possible way. Twelve massive, round towers tower above all; they're linked with small bridges and are connected by reinforced, thin walls made of obsidian. Refined windows are scattered here and there across the walls in a seemingly random pattern, along with same-sized holes for archers and artillery.

It has clearly stood the test of time, and its inhabitants are intent on making sure it stays that way for ages to come. The owner has an impeccable taste in elegant architectural design. A mixture of candles and torches lined up the main path, leading a path several feet from her. It feels slightly welcoming for the most part of this experience. Everything seemed peaceful for the moment until a deep voice broke me out of my deep thoughts.

"Welcome home, Prince Bael!" An older man greeted them in a lethal and regal tone. His presence alone took me by surprise. How did he even manifest here without making a sound? That question was left in the air to become unanswered.

This demonic man had a lean figure with short black hair and dark red, almond-shaped eyes. Sporting a pocket watch with a golden chain, he consists of black trousers, a coat with dual lines of dark buttons, and a flared collar. His pointy shoes were polished black and shiny. A silver lapel pin has been placed on his breast pocket, bearing a crest. With a quick observation, I assumed he occupied himself in the castle for many eons as a butler or messenger.

"Sebastian, I am honored to feel welcome to return home after a dreadful journey on Earth.."

"Oh, I see.." Sebastian trailed off, his lips pursed in a thin line. It took him a minute to change the subject by providing some information. "Well, your father is indisposed at the moment, but Lucifer and the others are waiting for the lovely guest of honor in the throne room."

"Thank you! I will be seeing them in a moment," Bael said with a respectful nod. His mood subtly changed when he turned back to me; the quick jerk of his head was the signal for me to trail behind him. I suppressed the urge to roll my eyes, cursing myself to forcefully trail behind him once more.

As I passed the scowling demonic guard, I made an effort to evade his burning gaze. A whooshing sound could be heard in the vicinity, but it wasn't my main concern at that moment. Just as I was about to ascend toward the top of the stairs, I mustered the courage to glance over my shoulder, surprised to only find nobody in sight. Where did he possibly go? Everything was either a mystery, simply frightening, or both in the matter here.

At the top of the staircase, the grand entrance awaited Bael and me as we approached the castle. A chill shot up through my spine when I noticed something amiss about the side entrance. The walk had been eerily unsettling, the echoes reverberating off the walls, sending more chills deep into my bones. The screams of people pierced through the crackling roar of the fire, unmistakably belonging to the mortals who had committed sin and were now relieving their deepest regrets. The atmosphere resembled a chilling scene from a nightmare.

Inside the castle, the main area became bathed in a warm, golden light. The chandelier shone with a million diamond refractions, and the bulbs along the walls took on a hazy glow. My eyes wandered along the walls, which were decorated with numerous detailed and historical paintings of notorious figures throughout the past. To my guess, they were honored well for their life-changing achievements that wounded many lives. They deserve nothing but to rot here forever.

As they approached the final doors, a strange feeling stirred within my stomach. There was something peculiar behind them, and I will soon discover what it is. It felt strongly like a strong presence who's been waiting for my arrival or something worse than that. Feeling as if he read my mind or something, he craned his neck toward me and asked the most ultimate question yet.

"Ready to meet the maker of this divine palace?" He asked me, and a devilish smirk played across his lips.

"Of course.." was my only answer, which I blurted out despite lying through my teeth.

A simple nod led the armed guards to open the doors, allowing them further inside the room. A sickly smell suddenly reached my nose, giving me the urge to bring up what little food I had in my stomach. Wet creaking sounds came from the other end of the room, but they drowned along with the blaring music played somewhere in here. The source of that disturbing sound remained in the dark corner, yet it was clearly unknown what it revealed to be.

Another disturbing sight was seen right before my eyes. I took several steps back, watching in horror at the violent scene several steps away from me. A man has his back turned from them, occupying himself with a brunette mortal woman whose life essence, or better word for soul, has been slipping away from the body. That led to the mortal woman's head drooping, rendering them either unconscious or deceased. It made her grow weaker, and the Demon Lord grew stronger than ever. It was truly sickening to stand there and watch!

A growl has been heard in the darkened corner I have been eyeing. Beyond the shadows, an enormous beast sprang out of the darkness to reveal itself.

It was a hound, but not such a hound as I had ever seen. With its glowing yellow eyes and intimidating glare, flies skittered over its blood-crusted fur. With a quick observation and guesting, I somehow recognized it as some sort of Hellhound. The abnormally large dog's eyes set focused on the mortal woman, who was no longer of use to Bael's father due to a source of life drained away from the body. Then, it dragged the body toward the shadows to satisfy its growing hunger, which it did.

It was even more sickening to listen to the bone crunching and the continuous wet creaking sounds!

The music was set to a lower volume by a simple voice command from an irritated Bael, who awaited for his presence to be known. When it did, he took the opportunity to provide information about me. "Father, your guest has arrived safe and sound like you promised.."

The man's shoulders were visibly hunched at the sound of his son's actual voice. A dangerous amount of energy courses through his body. He whirled around with a scowl, darkening his expression, and his face was smeared with fresh blood, coating his chin and lips. The sight fascinated and feared me at the same time, and I stood there breathlessly.

The face was, if not classically beautiful, striking in a different way. He possessed bright golden eyes and long black hair curled around their shoulders that fell toward the floor, gleaming in the firelight like a raven's wing. A few shorter strands fell loose, framing the sharp features of his face. He reminded me of a painting displayed in a museum. His outfit consists of a pair of leather gloves and a red silk shirt that gaped open in the front, just enough so I could see part of his pale, sculptured chest.

As I quickly recovered from the overpowering gaze, I made a conscious effort to avert my eyes as a sign of respect and unease.

"Son, I demand you bring her to the throne room, where the others are waiting for her. I am rather busy with my food.." The man finally spoke, nodding at them as a sign of dismissal. His voice drilled into my eardrums, threatening to push that shiver I'd been trying to hide on the surface.

"As you wish, father.."

Then they departed the room without any conflict in the world. I followed him wordlessly, staring at his back as if my life depended on it. When the doors closed behind them, I could've sworn to a brief view of the large, feathery black wings belonging to Bael's father. It must've been this place deceiving my eyes or something. Yes, that could be it. The stench subsided with each step farther away from the door, and I welcomed the returning aroma that filled my nose.

The music ebbed and faded as I walked through a dark corridor, its end marked by a black satin curtain and demonic armored guards who remained posted in front of it. The presence of the prince caught their attention as one of the demon guards lifted one end of the curtain, allowing them to enter. As soon as they slipped further inside the room filled with brightness, I felt my blood run cold. The premises were crawling with decently dressed demons.

"I present to you the arrival of Prince Bael, the second son of Hell's Emperor Samael Morningstar and Hell's Empress Lilith Infernum.."

A thunderous voice bellowed throughout the room, heralding the arrival of an important figure who poised to usher him inside. An aura surrounded Bael, which captivated anyone who saw it. They didn't even mention me, so I came to remind myself that I was nothing here. Merely a vessel for someone important who runs the entirety of the seven circles of hell.

Everybody turns to them, all conversations rapidly cease until a thick, heavy silence descended upon the gathering. They curtsied and bowed for him as a sign of respect, except for me. Many pairs of eyes tracked my every move possible as I made my way through the crowd. Some were well informed about what and who I was; some were quite unaware but would learn soon.

My gaze fell on a man sitting on one of the seven thrones. He looked like the same replica of Lucifer; perhaps he could have a twin. The only difference is that he brings a magnificent beauty rather than an intimidating one. Once caught by him, he held eye contact with me, which made me become breathless. It was difficult to look away from his hypnotizing gaze that held power over me. His smirk deepened, causing me to shudder at the sight of him. I wish to speak with him, but Bael wouldn't allow me to.

A particular sound broke my gawking stare, and my eyes burned onto Bael's back as he finished walking to pivot, providing a single demand that irritated me so much.

"Sit.."

Earning another glare from me, I couldn't help but comply. The seat felt sturdy underneath my weight, but no complaints escaped my mouth to blurt out. Getting into so much trouble means possible punishment or worse. It took great patience and silence to be in my best behavior. Bored out of my mind, I sneaked another glance at my surroundings, drinking everything in.

There was one thing that filled me with wonderment: seven onyx thrones that remained pressed against the wall; they were filled by five strong demonic entities who considered themselves worthy and presentable. Well, almost presentable at the very least. It seemed that two of the thrones were vacant and abandoned for the moment unless Bael claimed that seat to honor himself as a Lord.

As an uncomfortable feeling overwhelmed me, I did my best to ignore the curious glances thrown in my direction. Attracting attention was the last thing I wanted to do. I wish for them to strike up a conversation with their demonic peers rather than stop and observe me, sounding similar to a caged zoo animal. Other than that, everything seemed fine during this hour in this large room. A serene yet haunting silence hangs in the air as it charges with tension. The mindless chatter seemed to fall silent when loud, echoing footsteps became louder and clearer.

The strange sinking feeling returned as I already knew the arrival of the person who caused it. There was some muffled shuffling behind the door, but after a moment, the door swung open. Everyone bowed down to the King of Hell, bending their necks as a sign of respect. Even I had to bow down before him. It feels good to stand up and move my legs quite a bit since the seat hasn't been good to sit on anyway. Eyes have been carefully watching his every move as he strode forward with an air of confidence and stopped before them.

"I present to you the arrival of our Supreme demon Lord himself.."

Classical music began to play in the background, and people stepped forward to offer drinks for everyone to enjoy with a sense of elation. Respectfully declining a drink or two, I rather stood and watched everything that had been going on. My eyes remain on Lucifer and Samael, who've been both picking up multiple conversations with their worshippers as they shower them with praise and appreciation. It ought to be peculiar to witness how cheery these demons appear to be. A little too cheery. In my eyes, it would rather be the opposite, as I was clearly in disbelief at this facade.

Shortly thereafter, the music abruptly ceased when Samael raised his hand as a signal. The atmosphere shifted into something more serious than the next.

What happened next stunned me right to the core. I blinked, and the head demons suddenly stood a few feet in front of me. I didn't even see them move a muscle. It gave me quite a shock for a moment, but I regained my composure. They stared at me as if I were some sort of specimen to them. They were beautiful and frightening enough for me to reach out and touch them, but I refrained from doing that. Who knows what they would do if that ever occurred?

A cold demeanor was retained in his eyes, as everything about him didn't even appear human, from the unusual eye color to the sharp cheekbone. He slightly cocked his head to the side and asked me in a low, deep voice, "What is your name, girl?"

"Alycia.."

A fit of roaring laughter filled the room as the audience cruelly ridiculed either of my appearance or my name. With my eyes downcast, I felt my face flush with embarrassment. Wishing to be anywhere but here, my ears attempted to drown out the mocking laughter and the other sounds here, but to no avail. It reminded me of middle school all over again, which I shook off to dispel the most humiliating memory in my life.

Returning to focus on the two brothers who gazed at me intently, I waited for something they needed to say about me. It turned out to be an exchange between one another, deepening my humiliation over the name they were utterly disgusted over.

“That is such a mundane name I have ever heard. Humans on earth do not impress me anymore as they used to.”

“I couldn't agree with you more, dear brother. Such a shame!”

Once that quick exchange concluded, they moved on to something else. I almost had a moment of myself before it became too late for me to detect them circling around me, eyeing me like a predator hunting for his prey. I felt vulnerable and defenseless in this form, allowing him to scrutinize me even more. Then he spread his hands wide in the most warm welcome ever.

"Welcome, my sweet, to my home in the first circle in Hell! I am Samael, and this is my twin brother, Lucifer.”

Taken aback by that response, it left me speechless over the unexpected change of heart. It took me to momentarily recover with a gentle smile and a nod. However, I don't let my guard down that easily. There has been something horribly going on here ever since I set foot here; my intuition has been on high alert. I remained silent, pretending to feel comfortable in the presence of two strong figures in this place.

“I always have the honor to meet you, Mira!” Lucifer said, extending his hand to me. His voice sounded so sweet like candy, as hypnotizing as he was. “Perhaps you should visit Superbia, my home in the second circle of hell.”

Mira?

The nickname sounded quite peculiar to me, and I was obviously unaware of what it meant. It almost put me into thought, where I assumed the word was set to be sacred in these horrid lands. My lack of response displeased both of the brothers, but they didn't question it. It tended to cause them to move on, including Samael, whose smile faded from his lips as he returned to address the audience once more.

"My fellow council and spectators, I gathered you all here for a specific reason.." He addressed the entire room to grab their attention, pausing for a moment to discuss it with the elephant in the room. "The spirit of Lilithia was now home to this girl.."

The heated discussion has begun revolving around me. Many shocking murmurs ran through the crowd, sneaking distrusted and snarky glances in my direction. While being completely speechless over everything that had occurred, I took offense at what he just uttered. It sounded more like an accusation than a normal statement. It feels as if they were all going to put the blame on me. I was born as a vessel with Lilithia's essence inside me.

"She carries the dark soul of the Mistress of the Damned herself, my Lord. At least there is something you can do for this…girl," one of the demon lords chimed in. Through a quick observing glance, I felt a familiar aura coming from both of their directions, as if they had particularly met.

From his pointed beard to his tapering fingernails and slanted eyebrows, the demon’s features were both delicate and menacing. His eyes reminded me of mixed ashes, while his jet black hair was tied back in a thick knot at his nape. He dresses in fine Renaissance clothing—puffed sleeves and pants, laced-up Victorian linen shirt, and tights that disappear into pointed shoes—all made of red and black silk.

Enough with everything they said about me, I was about to open my mouth to say something through my mind and choice, but I came to notice Bael, who silenced me by tightening his grip on my shoulder. His fingers on my bare skin felt like a cold life wire against my skin. I convulsed in fear, trying to cry out, but I bit my own tongue from doing that. It took every ounce of my willpower for me not to scream out in pain. A few moments later, he let go of my shoulder and stepped away. It took a moment for me to calmly and clearly breathe through the inducing pain.

Refocusing on everything surrounding me, I began to feel left out because of Bael. More voices came to add their opinion on the serious matter. I glanced back and forth toward the number of people voicing their own thoughts until my eyes found the demon Lord himself. A sinister gleam radiated from his eyes. That look itself means only one: He had something planned for me, and it ain't going to be pretty. My intuition was nothing but correct this time.

"In order to become the second enchantress of Hell, she must complete the seven trials!" He roared to speak out, ordering to silence everyone once more. "If she succeeds, she can be the candidate for the throne, replace the late Lilithia, and provide her a better name.."

I caught the last part of their true intentions revealed in words as these demons set some plans that could be life-threatening for me. At first, the idea was mostly tantalizing and interesting to participate in the trials, but everything in my body fought against it. I clearly don't want to know anything about the seven trials. Only the investigation of the person who sent the demon after me.

Catching myself in the most wrong situation, fear had caught me whether to question it. That was nothing but a simple curiosity about who would understand it all. It felt like the perfect time for her to say this in an impactful, heated discussion. I considered my next words carefully, not wanting to offend them.

"I thought we were here to discuss the investigation for the demon who attacked me..”

A stunned silence filled the entire room, which was filled with the most powerful demons. With each glimpse on everyone's faces, they took that question as a higher offense than I expected it to be. A tingle of deep regret sat heavily in my stomach. Panicking in a frenzy, my eyes slid over to a careless Bael kept his distance to avoid my desperate glances, leaving me vulnerable and petrified in this situation. It led her to return my attention to his father. Suddenly the light in his eyes changed; he was fed up, and his expression completely dropped into a serious one.

"Repeat what you just said to me and the rest of my council."

"Ummm…"

A thundering, irritated growl rang throughout the room before I was picked up by my neck. As my feet leave the ground, his hold on my neck becomes tighter, squeezing my windpipe shut. I started choking, my hands starting to pry his hand off my neck. I was kicking my feet in the air in a desperate attempt to get off the chokehold. Black spots start to appear in my vision as his icy hand tightens his grip around my neck. An incoherent order was somehow heard in the room. Suddenly, he let go of me, and I fell to the ground with a thud, choking and gagging.

"I demand you repeat what you just said!" He repeated it once more, but louder this time; his loud, commanding voice laced with anger echoed throughout the room.

I shakily rose to my feet, composing myself to breathe properly for a brief moment. The thought of running away sounds like a perfect option for me. However, I had no choice but to be compliant with them. I asked in a hoarse whisper, "I thought we were here to discuss the investigation of the demon who attacked me.”

The building tension in the room ratcheted up a notch. It felt as if it were difficult to breathe from the heaviness flooding the room. Somehow I was in deep water, angering the wrathful demon king, who stood motionless. The sight of him deepened my fear, and I found no one to put an end to his madness, not even his brother, who held up a mirror to admire himself.

“You angered the wrong demon there, Mira..”

More silence followed, followed by a few seconds of nothingness. Then he was on me, fingers digging into my head. It only took me a little too late to react. I attempted to pry his tightening grasp away from me, but my strength couldn't even match his. An overwhelming amount of dark power radiated off him, affecting me. I felt my energy drain away, causing me to slip in and out of consciousness. Eventually, everything faded to black.

[maiaxanderson]

[cisfemale, she/her] Welcome to Aurora Bay, [MAIA ANDERSON]! I couldn’t help but notice you look an awful lot like [ALYCIA DEBNAM CAREY]. You must be the [THIRTY THREE] year old [OWNER OF SEA GLASS BOUTIQUE]. Word is you’re [AMBITIOUS] but can also be a bit [CYNICAL] and your favorite song is [MOTHER'S DAUGHTER BY MILEY CYRUS]. I also heard you’ll be staying in [AURORA BAY DRIVE]. I’m sure you’ll love it! @aurorabayaesthetic

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tw: fertility issues, chronic pain & car accident

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name: maia anderson

nicknames: n/a

age: 33

occupation: owner of sea glass boutique

gender: cis female

pronouns: she/her

sexuality: bisexual

birthday: may 12th 1992

sign: taurus sun, virgo rising, libra moon

ethnicity: white

hometown: london

eye color: blue

hair color: blonde

height: 5'7”

-tattoos:*incoming*

piercings *incoming* 

```likes```-  coming soon ```dislikes```- coming soon ```headcanons```-  coming soon

Maia emerged into a bustling well-off household, surrounded by the constant whirl of activity. With five siblings darting about, the house was perpetually alive with the pitter-patter of children's feet, while her parents' penchant for hosting dinner parties added to the vibrant atmosphere. Maia's family traveled extensively around the globe, with one set of grandparents in America and the other in Australia. As a result, there were few places she hadn't visited.

After graduating from high school, she found herself running far away from her family to college in the states, to study art. Her independent spirit and strong-willed nature made it clear to those who knew her that she was destined to forge her own path, eschewing traditional studio employment. In her dreams, she saw herself wielding the tattoo machine with precision and passion, transforming blank canvases of skin into living works of art. Each design carried with it a piece of her soul, a reflection of her journey and the experiences that shaped her.

In a bold move fueled by a desire for change, Maia booked a one-way ticket to Chicago to build her business. With determination and passion, she opened her own successful tattoo studio, quickly earning a reputation for her artistry and unique style. Little did she know that this leap of faith would lead her straight into the arms of her future wife. In the bustling streets of Chicago, amidst the hustle and bustle of urban life, she found herself drawn to a kindred spirit—a woman whose warmth and kindness ignited a spark within her soul. As their connection deepened, Maia knew that she had found her home, not just in the heart of the city, but in the loving embrace of her newfound partner. Together, they embarked on a journey of love and discovery, building a life filled with laughter, joy, and endless possibilities.

Behind the veil of privacy, Maia and her wife shared a deep-seated longing to nurture a family of their own. Despite enduring multiple rounds of IVF, their hopes were dashed by disappointment. Undeterred, they turned their gaze towards adoption, viewing it as a beacon of hope amidst the shadows of uncertainty. With paperwork finalized and hearts aflutter with anticipation, they welcomed Wilder into their home. Though he arrived as a toddler, his presence filled their lives with boundless joy and newfound purpose. Each milestone, from his first steps to his infectious laughter, served as a testament to the unbreakable bond they shared.

Everything took a devastating turn for Maia when a drunk driver collided with her on her way home from work. The accident left her badly injured. Doctors warned of potential permanent disability from her injuries, compounding her grief. Consumed by sorrow and grappling with depression, Maia withdrew from her wife and the world around her, finding solace only in her own solitude.

Rehabilitation became an unavoidable necessity for Maia, yet she found herself going through the motions without truly committing herself. Months passed in the hospital as she grappled with both physical and mental recovery, until finally, the day arrived when she was deemed fit to return home. While Maia's own condition may have stabilized, her marriage faltered under the weight of resentment from her wife. Despite six years together, their relationship crumbled, ultimately leading to a heartbreaking divorce. Adding to her woes, Maia's once-thriving tattoo studio disintegrated during her absence, leaving her to face the painful reality of losing both her marriage and her business.

Following her divorce, her grandmother passed away, resulting in her inheriting a cute little boutique in Aurora Bay. Despite the upheaval in her personal life, Maia's career flourished, and she achieved remarkable financial stability. However, her son Wilder did not reside with her, perhaps due to shared custody arrangements or other factors. Despite this absence, Maia embraced her newfound independence and artistic fulfillment, carving out a vibrant new chapter in her life journey.

wanted connections:

coming soon!

[hwkinsfm]

𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙝𝙖𝙬𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙨  ,  vickie & lucas sinclair  !  the  fcs  of  alycia debnam carey & jonathan daviss  are  now  taken.  please  read  over  our checklist  and  submit  your  blog  within  twenty  -  four  hours  !  we're  excited  to  write  with  you  soon  ,  alex  !!

(  alycia debnam-carey  |  ciswoman  |  she/her  |  twenty-four  )  — — —  it's  just  been  another  long  week  in  boring  -  ass  hawkins.  isn't  that  right,  vickie  ?  shit,  i  guess  they  can't  hear  me  over  i'm still standing  by  elton john  playing  through  the  headphones  of  their  walkman.  it  looks  like  they're  gonna  be  late  for  work  as  a librarian at  the public library.  did  you  know  vickie has  been  in  hawkins  for  her entire life  ?  yeah,  their  family  and  friends  describe  them  as  compassionate,  but  i've  seen  them  be  sarcastic  too  !  i  would  also  say  they  remind  me  of  mesmerizing green eyes, stacks of books scattered around her apartment, the sound of music playing in the background as you work, flannel shirts  but  is  that  weird  ?  i  guess  nothing's  too  weird  for  this  little  town,  huh  ?  — — —  (  Alex,  she/they,  30,  GMT )  

(  jonathan daviss  |  cisman  |  he/him  |  twenty-one  )  — — —  it's  just  been  another  long  week  in  boring  -  ass  hawkins.  isn't  that  right,  lucas sinclair  ?  shit,  i  guess  they  can't  hear  me  over  eye of the tiger  by  survivor  playing  through  the  headphones  of  their  walkman.  it  looks  like  they're  gonna  be  late  for  work  as  an  employee  at  the palace arcade.  did  you  know  luke  has  been  in  hawkins  for  his entire life  ?  yeah,  their  family  and  friends  describe  them  as  good-hearted,  but  i've  seen  them  be  stubborn  too  !  i  would  also  say  they  remind  me  of  rpg dices on the table, a collection of comic books that he's very proud of, denim jackets, spending his free time between video games and the basketball court,  but  is  that  weird  ?  i  guess  nothing's  too  weird  for  this  little  town,  huh  ?  — — —  (  Alex,  she/they,  30,  GMT  )  

[butmakeitgayblog]

Ahhhhh you mean AL, I thought you meant someone called A-I and then shit got scrambled in my brain because I went “I know Mercedes was Ophelia, right?” And how could I forget ms Grace, who left me content that even if the show went off the rails towards the end and we lost Alicia, at least the lesbian is still alive and happy offscreen (small victories right?)

Let me know more about the hetero ships tho (I guess it must be the one from your fics)

And who knows? Maybe some day in the future we’ll be blessed with a wlw project where Alycia can confirm those heart eyes can be placed on someone other than E…

She needs to join to the Rachel Weiz/Cate Blanchett/ Naomi Watts academy of we have good chemistry with men but fucking electric and fireworks with the ladies…

Dude there was this deleted scene of her and Mercedes from waaay back in Fear where she offers Ophelia clothes and O puts one of her shirts on and Alicia makes this,,, astonishingly flirty comment about it looking better on Ophelia than it did on her and baby you just can't pay for that kind of chemistry.

WAIT I FOUND IT

Like what is that? No Alycia come back here and explain yourself cuz what was that??? And they were always giving each other looks and had this energy when sharing scenes it was crazy. I do not know what it is but when she is given any lines with a woman that could vaguely be played as flirtatious, that's how they come out. I don't even think it's a conscious decision. It's just... it's beautiful. But also confounding.

[desktopdisko]

Desktop Disko's 99 - 2024 #02

Youtube Musicvideo Playlist: DD’s Top 100 Playlist - 2024 #02

01 Yard Act feat. Katy J. Pearson: When the Laughter Stops 02 Ão: More 03 The Mysterines: Stray 04 Dua Lipa: Training Season 05 Still Corners: The Dream 06 Jessica Pratt: Life Is 07 Depeche Mode: Before We Drown 08 Kali Uchis & Peso Pluma: Igual que un Ángel 09 Novastar: Look at You Now 10 Britti: Lullaby

11 Rosie Frater-Taylor: Give & Take 12 Luna Shadows: Little Rituals 13 Amatorski: 20/04 14 Kacey Musgraves: Deeper Well 15 Lo Moon: Water 16 Rachel Chinouriri: Never Need Me 17 Yard Act: We Make Hits 18 English Teacher: Albert Road 19 Abigail Rose: Run Girl 20 Maggie Rogers: Don't Forget Me

21 Another Sky: I Never Had Control 22 The Lemon Twigs: My Golden Years 23 The Last Dinner Party: Caesar on a TV Screen 24 Phoebe Go: 7 Up 25 Purple Disco Machine x ÁSDÍS: Beat of Your Heart 26 The Blinders: Swallowing Static 27 Drahla: Default Parody 28 Grace Cummings: On and On 29 Raven Numan: My Reflection 30 Bwana: Lonely Happy

31 The Beatles: Now and Then 32 Vampire Weekend: Capricorn 33 Norah Jones: Running 34 Dua Lipa: Houdini 35 Billy Joel: Turn the Lights Back On 36 Caroline Polachek feat. Weyes Blood: Butterfly Net 37 Night Tapes: Loner 38 Royel Otis: Foam 39 Leona Naess: Tailspin 40 The Warning: S!CK

41 Lézard: Je vais, tu vas 42 Skunk: 2 Wicky 43 DellaXOZ: Don't Do It 44 St. Vincent: Broken Man 45 Ibibio Sound Machine: Got to Be Who U Are 46 Waxahatchee: Bored 47 Suki Waterhouse: OMG 48 Low Hum: Only If You Say So 49 And They Spoke in Anthems: Leave 50 Jade Bird feat. Mura Masa: Burn the Hard Drive

51 Grandaddy: Long as I'm Not the One 52 The Black Crowes: Wanting and Waiting 53 Goat Girl: ride around 54 Bat for Lashes: The Dream of Delphi 55 Hurray for the Riff Raff: Hawkmoon 56 Novastar: Wrong - Abbey Road Version 57 Pearl Jam: Dark Matter 58 Richard Hawley: Two for His Heels 59 Maya Hawke: Missing Out 60 The Smile: Friend of a Friend

61 Elbow: Lovers' Leap 62 Holly Macve: 1995 63 lotusbliss: Tear Me Apart 64 Loverman feat. Daisy Ray: Would 65 OMD: Kleptocracy 66 Wallows: Your Appartment 67 Khruangbin: May Ninth 68 Norah Jones: Staring at the Wall 69 Lauren Eve Scheff: Nothing to Prove 70 Samantha Savage Smith: Wholesomely Made

71 Warpaint: Common Blue 72 Sevana: Lowe Mi - 2K24 Re-Release 73 Mooneye: Too Fast 74 Saya Gray: AA Bouquet for Your 180 Face 75 The Church: A Strange Past 76 Beth Gibbons: Floating on a Moment 77 The Black Keys: I Forgot to Be Your Lover 78 DIIV: Brown Paper Bag 79 Iskander Moon: Berlin 80 Benni: September 20

81 Sunday (1994): Tired Boy 82 Magnets: Speak 83 Jane Weaver: Romantic Worlds 84 Rosegarden Funeral Party: Doorway Ghost 85 Bobbi: Last Ride 86 Faye Webster feat. Lil Yachty: Lego Ring 87 Social Dance: Sometimes 88 Madison Galloway: Love Like Yours 89 Paul Weller: Soul Wandering 90 Keaper: Alone

91 Bolis Pupul with Salah Pupul: Ma Tau Wai Road 92 PJ Harvey: Seem an I 93 Freeze the Fall: Glitch 94 Juliet Ivy: We're All Eating Each Other 95 Dahlias: Ella 96 Aili: Fashion 97 Alycia Lang: Bad Luck 98 Newmoon: Crazing 99 Kevin Holliday: Brown Eyes

[pascalispunkhq-saved]

At Last ( Closed Para )

LOCATION: Sundance Festival DATE: January 01 2024 Pedro has a surprise for @alycaa during Sundance CW: lightly spiced.

pedro: After bidding goodnight to his castmates at his premiere, Pedro waited patiently for Alycia to finish up. Smiling as he watched her effortlessly move from person to person with the smile on her face that was seared forever onto his heart. There was not a single doubt to anyone who would look at him now that he was in love with that woman, unconditionally, completely obsessed with her. He wished so sorely that he could've seen her today, celebrated her achievements with her as she had so many times for him, but unfortunately the cards had not fallen in their favor, but he knew this would not be the last opportunity he would have to be her cheerleader. As she approached him his nose crinkled and his smile turned into an excitement he could not contain "¡oye chica!" he greeted gleefully, bobbing a little, getting more giggly the closer she got. "How was your day? Were you brilliant?" he took her hand to kiss her knuckles first before he kissed each of her cheeks, then her lips and finally hugging her. alycia jasmin: attending sundance for the first time was a dream come true for alycia. her whole career she had hoped to have a film or project she was part of reach a bigger audience, and here she was at her very first sundance along side Pedro. she had always been in awe of her partners sheer raw talent, and to stand along side him while they both did what they loved to do meant the world to her.

after the longest day of press and talking about her film, she was finally reunited with pedro. she hadn’t seen much of him the whole day, so as soon as she was able to see him she ran as quick as her heels would allow. as soon as her arms were around him, she welcomed the kisses with a giggle. “my day was magical.” she beamed. “but i missed you so much.” she pecked his lips ever so softly, her nose bumping against his. “how was your day?”

pedro: Pedro beamed with pride as he listened to her talk about her day, his eyes were so attentive as he listened to her but they soon closed as she came close to him with the gentle kiss and the delicate nose bump "I missed you too, squirt! I'm so proud of you." He took her hand in his own then took his place by her side so they could make their way back to the hotel room. He had something planned for their return, Courtney had been so helpful and had gone above and beyond her paygrade not only in babysitting for them today but assisting him with his secret plans. She was truly an angel. "My day went pretty okay. I'm excited for the movie. I only wish we weren't billed at the same time so I could've been there for yours but I will go to the movies when it's released. Are your feet okay? Do you need me to carry your shoes?"

alycia jasmin: the way pedro was still very attentive to her and her needs and how she was doing made her fall more in love with him than she already was. there was never a moment he wasn’t asking her how she was or how her body was feeling, and she appreciated that concern from him. “i’m feeling okay. heels are never fun on the feet but i feel like a princess, so i want to enjoy this feeling a little while longer before the day is done.” her head fell on his shoulder as she walked beside him, her hand moving ever so gently up the inside of his arm as they walked. “i can’t wait to see your movie too, papi. “

pedro: "You are a princess. You're my princess." he brought her hand up to his lips again to kiss her knuckles. "But you know you're still my princess when you're in my hoodie with messy hair, si?" Pedro stopped outside the elevator and pressed the button to call it, turning in to her and tenderly nipping her chin with his forefinger and thumb, letting his thumb drag over her lower lip slightly.

alycia jasmin: “si..” she responded in her own broken spanish, something she had been actively working on with his help. “always your princess, papi.” as they come to a stop at the elevator she turned just enough to look at him, her stomach twisting into nervous knots at the subtle touch. catching the tip of his finger with her tongue as he grazed her lip, she started to giggle. “the way you are looking at me right now is making me feel all sorts of things.” she teased.

pedro: He smiled affectionately at her pronunciation, appreciating the efforts she always made to be closer to him and his family. He tried not to give anything away that this wasn't an ordinary night; he didn't want her to get any kind of impression that he was up to anything and spoil the surprise when they got back to their hotel room. He licked his lips as her tongue caught the tip of his finger and he flashed her a boyish grin, "What kind of things, mi amor?"

alycia jasmin: there was a pull at the corners of her lips as her smile grew wider, her hands easing up his chest as she leaned in to whisper into his ear, but the buzzing of the elevator doors opening up made her pull back. “saved by the bell huh?” she walked onto the elevator, giggling quietly as she leaned against the elevator wall.

pedro: Pedro's eyes darted across her face as she leaned into him, he turned his ear towards her to hear what she had to say but when the elevator came she pulled back and he pouted in her direction. "Fine," he said, rubbing his sore shoulder, which had been out of his brace all day as he followed her into the elevator and pressed the button for their floor, "Keep your secrets." He stood in front of her, looking into her eyes as his hand slipped into the hair at the base of her skull, then he leaned down to kiss her.

alycia jasmin: her smile never faded as soon as she saw him pout. she knew her playfulness would come back to bite her later, but she loved getting him riled up. “i plan on it. maybe i’ll tell you someday.” she did her best to choke back the noise she made as soon as he grabbed her hair, the sound muffled by his lips as soon as he kissed her. her body molded into his as she returned the kiss, the elevator once again putting a dent in their plans as the doors opened. “as soon as we get back to the room you are mine.” pedro: His free hand found her hip, caressing the soft curvature of her body as it joined her thigh and he pulled her closer to him. It was a dangerous tango that they had danced many nights before. He sighed, defeated, as the doors opened again and chomped his teeth at her softly, letting her walk ahead of him so to allow himself the privilege of planting a firm smack to her beautiful ass as he followed behind her.

alycia jasmin: her breath caught in her throat as soon as his hand found her thigh. the way he managed to make her feel wanted anytime he touched her was mind blowing. there was never a doubt in her mind that he loved her. “be a good boy and you might get a taste when we get back to the room.” as she went to leave and he smacked her ass, she made a sound of approval, leaning her back onto his chest, but careful not to hurt his shoulder. “come on trouble.”

pedro: Whenever she was close to him, Pedro couldn't help but put his hands on her, both his hands moulded around her ribcage as he nuzzled into her hair as she leaned back, taking a deep inhale of her hair. He moved to the side of her so he could take her hand and thread their fingers together as they walked back to their hotel room. "I am always a good boy," he insisted, "I'm best behavior. Always."

alycia jasmin: she took a moment to enjoy how close they were. they both had been so busy with their own work schedules that it felt like they hadn't had much time to spend together. she missed spending every moment of every day with him, especially when those moments were few and far between. "that's a fucking life and we both know it." she gave his hand a squeeze as soon as their fingers became laced together, following shoulder to shoulder with him on their way towards their hotel room. "you are a menace and we both know that."

pedro: Pedro laughed out loud at her words, throwing his head back in amusement. He put his other hand on her arm as she leaned in to him, it was mostly a gesture of affection and a little bit to give his shoulder a little relief from his arm hanging dormant by his side. "A menace is it?" He smirked, "We'll see." When they got to their hotel room, Pedro kissed her cheek and took the key card from his pocket and opened the door for her with his good arm, allowing her to go inside first. The room had been decorated with a rainbow of flowers; multiple bouquets in various sizes lined the floor by the door to the balcony, and at the foot of the bed, on the bedside tables and the dresser. The bedside lamps were on low and small battery operated flicker candles adored the dresser and bedside (because the hotel would not allow real candles to be lit and left unattended, understandably). On the bed was a small cake, just large enough for four slices, frosted in white and in purple icing written in script on top were the words 'Lets keep having sex for the rest of our lives'

alycia jasmin: “uh huh.” she mused at his obvious amusement at the name. the way they were able to go back and fourth with one another was one of the many, many things alycia loved about being with him. being with pedro had always been easy. she never had to fight for his affection, and while she knew he had a past she never worried about not being good enough for him. as she come to a stop by the door she smiled, allowing him to kiss her cheek as she leaned into him. once the door opened and she seen the endless amount of flowers, her expression softened almost immediately. “what is all of this?” her hands went to cover her month the further into the room she went, leaning down to smell several of the endless bouquets around her. “this is so beautiful.” she had tears forming in her eyes as she read the cake that was on the bed, the words written causing her to giggle as she wiped her eyes. she was easily emotional now that she had had a baby. “no one else i’d rather have sex with than you, papi.”

pedro: Pedro closed the door behind them and watched her move through the flowers with a soft smile on his face. His heart swelled with love and he swallowed thickly as his anxiety settled into his chest, making him put his hand over it instinctively. He walked to her and took her hand in his, kissing her knuckles, "You have made me so happy. For so many years. My only regret is that I was not so set in my ways when we first met, so I could've had the opportunity to love you longer. You are my best friend, amor. I cannot put into words how grateful I am for how you have healed my broken heart and how patient you have been with me. You're my heart, my soul, my whole world. There is nobody I want to spend the rest of my life with than you. And I know you already are…" he let go of her hand so he could reach into his pocket. He pulled out a ring box and opened it up, inside an oval cut halo engagement ring and he dropped onto one knee and looked up at her with his big dark eyes so full of love "but I'd like to make it official. Will you be Mrs Alycia Jasmin Debnam-Carey-Balmaceda-Pascal? Like I don't have fucking asthma and need to take a shot of air to say all of that?"

alycia jasmin: she was no stranger to pedro and his outward and sometimes over the top show of affection. he was always buying her flowers and running her bubble baths, and showing his love for her in any way that he could. that’s why his next words had caught her by surprise, and before she could register what was going on he was down on one knee, opening a small velvet box to reveal a beautiful, oval cut engagement ring. she gasped, and her hand clamped over her mouth to muffle her whimper, as tears began to roll down her cheeks. she wanted to shout to the rooftops ‘yes’ before he could even finish asking, but it took her brain a moment to catch up with what she wanted to say. as soon as he stopped talking and a brief moment of silence fell between them, she bent down to her knees and placed her hands on his cheeks, her thumb running along his cheek. “a million times yes!”

pedro: He had no reason to believe she would say no, but the brief moment of silence was deafening. He softly bit his lip as his own eyes filled with tears and as she dropped to his level and touched his cheeks, his eyes crinkled with a smile that he could not contain when he knew what was coming. Her words confirming it true. A joyful laugh bubbled from his lips, as he carefully plucked the ring from the cushion and set the box aside so he could delicately slide the ring onto her finger - quietly praying he had chosen the right size and letting go of a breath when it fit her - and making their engagement official. Then he threw his arms around her, damning his shoulder, and kissed her.

alycia jasmin: her hands were shaking as he slid the ring onto her finger. she had honestly given up any kind of hope that pedro would want to marry her. not that she had ever held that against him. she knew he had been hurt in the past and she had accepted that marriage might never be i the cards for them, but here he was on one knee, promising to spend the rest of his life with her. “you sneaky bastard.” she spoke against his lips. “i thought you never wanted to marry me.”

pedro: Pedro shook his head at her comment, pulling back and bringing his hand up to her cheek to touch it gently as he looked her in the eyes, "Of course I do mi amor. I just -- I needed time. I needed to heal. I needed to know that I could trust you one-hundred percent. And I do… one hundred and fifty."

alycia jasmin: she blinked a couple times to release the tears that were lingering near her tear ducts, those very same eyes drifting to the diamond now on her finger. “i’m glad you trust me. i would never hurt you no matter what. i love you and care about you too much to ever do that.” pedro: He smiled brightly and adjusted himself to sit down on the ground, pulling her into his lap and kissing her, wrapping his arms around her waist and keeping her close. When he pulled back he looked into her eyes and gave his head a short nod, "I believe you. I do. I love you, I want to marry the heck out of you and raise the shit out of our babies."

alycia jasmin: it meant the world to her to hear out loud that he trusted her. she had spent the better half of a year trying to prove to him that she was all in. that she wanted to be with him and create this beautiful life with him. it was never about a ring for her. she knew that she had him regardless if he wanted to put a ring on it, but the fact that he trusted her enough after all he had been through meant more to her than some diamond he put on her finger. "i love you too, papi. more than you will ever know." she adjusted herself on his lap, her face buried into his neck as she started to giggle. "i want to marry the heck out of you too, and raise our beautiful babies."

[nepofm]

+𝟐  𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃  𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒  𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄  𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍  𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐃  .  jun-seo  “joey”  cha  (  lee  juyeon  )  is  looking  for  a  miscellaneous  connection  &  arinya  yontarak  (  davika  hoorne  )  is  looking  for  a  negative  connection  .

misc.   —   jun-seo “joey” cha is looking for three band members (0/3 - one lead singer, one lead guitarist, one drummer) ( joey and your muses are the heart and soul of a band called street rats. their sound is waterparks + 5 seconds of summer, blending punk rock vibes with catchy pop hooks. they've hit the big leagues and are currently one of the most popular bands in the world, having toured with harlowe brenner's band, ultraviolet, and rocking the stage at music festivals and music award shows quite recently. joey is sort of the brains behind the band's sound, writing their powerful songs and ripping it up on the bass, sometimes the guitar too. but the group consists of a lead singer, a guitarist and a drummer. i always pictured them as a tight-knit family. like, practically inseparable, always cracking jokes, pranking each other, teasing each other, getting into trouble together, but ultimately supporting each other and not living without one another. they've got this... sibling-like dynamic, you know? and joey is pretty shy, but with his bandmates, he's just himself. they could live together, or have each other's keys and show up at the worst times, you know? like, that type of sibling dynamic. together, they're this little family of seemingly punk rebels but are actually soft asf. a family which, personally, my muse joey really needs after cutting ties with his own family, and their dynamic on and off the stage makes their performances electric and their music so fun to vibe to! ) within the age range of 21+ that preferably looks like darren barnet, archie renaux, michael cimino, kim taehyung, bright vachirawit, rudy pankow, tommy martinez, trevor jackson, adria arjona, park chaeyoung, alisha boe, sophie tatcher, talia ryder, hunter schafer, lily rose depp, brianne tju, jessie mei li, priscilla quintana, any fc that fits the vibes really. you do not have to, but you can contact the mun before applying under delicatlueur. 

negative, potentially romantic.   —   arinya yontararak is looking for a rival ( nia is the embodiment of mila kunis' character from black swan, oozing effortless coolness, fun, sexiness, and intrigue, drawing all eyes towards them with sheer adoration for the spotlight. on the flip side, there's your muse, standing in stark contrast to nia's vibrant energy. maybe shy, soft, and not necessarily focused on that sexual appeal. it's this very contrast that fuels the tension between our muses. nia enjoys it, playfully flirting and pulling y/m close, taking them on fun adventures and hights they've never experienced. but your muse detests this tension, tries to detach and avoid any interaction, simply hating any and every moment of collision. this is potentially a romantic connection, but i'm all about the chemistry, so we'll see it with time ) within the age range of 25-28 that preferably looks like kim doyeon (!!!!!!!!!!!!), olivia scott welch, alycia debnam-carey (!!!!!!!!!!! pls? pls? pls!! pls!!), priscilla quintana, kim jisoo (!!!!!!!), laura harrier, taylor russell, adria arjona (!!!!!!!!!!!), bae suzy, any fc that fits the vibes really. you do not have to, but you can contact the mun before applying under delicatlueur. 

[slytherinbarnes]

2x09

clarke trying to scrub the physical (and emotional) blood from her hands while she has a panic attack hurts my heart. she's just a baby :(

abby comforting her!!!! abby is at her best as clarke's mom. stop giving her the chacnellor pin pls

alycia's voice when she speaks trig should be classified as a sexuality all on its own i think

octavia x lincoln top 3 ship in the show

clarke's stronger than me bc if i saw finn's ghost lurking like that, id be freaking tf out

gustus taking 5 weapons off raven as she glares at him is peak comedy tbh

lexa hit clarke with the heart eyes when clarke dropped 'yu gonplei ste odon' at the funeral

'the dead are gone, clarke. the living are hungry'

clarke's talking to ghosts near the walls and everyone is looking at her like o.o

yall we breeze past raven getting tortured a lil too fast??? she's really about to get the 1000 cuts for something she didnt do. and then she just has to be besties with everyone later and no therapy either. gods strongest soldier fr

monty hacking in mt weather only to be caught :(

what happens if u dont wanna participate in the cutting ceremony? can i call in sick?? i gotta clean my horse or something

'he'd do anything for her. to protect her. it just makes sense' BELLARKE CRUMBS i need the writers to explain this to me NEOW

was lincoln braiding octavia's hair? im going to tell myself that he was

currently rewatching the 100 while i do my lil crafts and i want a place to drop live thoughts

1x13

obvi decided to do this after almost finishing s1 but i just watched the ark separate from go sci and i am tearing up a lil bit i wont lie. like ugh s1 jaha was so fucking good and then he quite literally becomes the worst lmao

also this will be so controversial but as i was rewatching s1, i do not.....hate finn...... stop throwing rocks at me!!!!! he was a dumb teenager who thought he would never see raven again and yeah he handled it badly and yeah he definitely fucks up big time next season, but i was a big idiot at 17 so i cant say i blame him tbh. like, he's v likeable and i love how much he fights for peace and the way he is so affected by his first kill in the reaper tunnels with clarke

oh kinda on that note, my fave clarke kill is her first non mercy kill. obvi atom is the first official, but i think we really overlook that first grounder she ever killed with the scalpel when her and finn were kidnapped to save anya's second. like eliza is so good with her microexpressions and while she isnt as affected as finn, u can see so much pass over her face in such a short time

okay also s1 kane is so fucking annoying but i love his arc so i am accepting it

and lincoln!!!!! the man that you are!!!!!!! we deserved more time with you

[coherently-screaming]

I have officially come to the conclusion that you could name ANY circumstance of death other than "old age/disease" and it would have been a much better way for Lexa to die.