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P E R A S P V R A .. jemma barclay & rafael alonzo dependent on ashwickhq.

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if anyone wants to join an amazing discord rp that has sooooooo much fun and scaries coming (it's spooky season, hellllooo) pls come join us at ashwick and i also can't help but promote some of my wc's: rafael's (manny jacinto, human) old high school gf and jemma's (emily alyn lind, untriggered werewolf) pack of misfits <3
Riley didn't care for all of that shit either, she didn''t think it ruled her life at all. "Are you saying you don't believe in those colorful rock things that can save your life or drinking moon water to have a good month?" One of her old friends was very into it though and who was she to judge.
"moon water?" jemma repeats, disbelief coloring her tone. she can't help but lean in, fingers landing on her friend's wrist in emphasis to her words, "riles, what the actual fuck is moon water?"
a laugh, slightly of higher pitch from the amount of alcohol she'd consumed, erupts from marcella's lips in response to jemma's words. "okay," she said, holding her hands up as her lips split into a wide grin, "i slightly agree with you about this, but what about the horoscopes that are like dead-right? i've read a few of them myself." relaxed as she was, it did not escape her notice how jemma looked tonight. buried under her own grief and guilt at the thought, marcella looked away, smile faltering into something slightly broken. she exhaled quietly and brought her glass to her lips once more, sipping at the alcohol that warmed her through - she could pretend she didn't feel so cold when she drank.
there's no heat behind the squinted glare she directs marcella's way, an obvious softness to the purse of her lips in denial of any truth to the words coming from her. "alright, y'know what we can do?" jemma begins, shimmying a bit taller in her seat in anticipation of proving her point to be true. she so, so very much loves to be right. "you should get out your phone." she could tell marcella what she's thinking of doing, but it's more fun to have it be a bit of a mystery for even a moment.
Sammy pointed to himself. "But I'm a gemini." Sammy said with an awkward whisper. "But I did skip trombone practice to play basketball." He said. "Is that a gemini thing?" He asked with a stare.
his reaction quite genuinely dumbfounds her. it takes a glance about their surroundings to anyone nearby to see if they heard him making her exact point, and a few blinks in his direction for her to finally respond. "do you think it's a gemini thing?" she asks, a bit of mockery to her tone, "when you did that, did you think to yourself, 'oh, i'm such a gemini, i just skipped band to gargle balls!'? is that what you did?"

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did she know what the other was talking about? not at all. and she wouldn't lie about that either. she didn't have it in her to lie in the first place. "I'm going to be honest here." she before taking a quick sip of her drink. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
an inhale and a long sigh follow her response, and jemma sets her drink down to focus. though she's certainly a bit inebriated, she never allows herself to slur her words. she's a lady, for fucks sake. "come on, i'm sure you know what you are. just about everyone at this point of society knows their sun or moon or pluto signs. i don't believe that you've got 'no idea' what i'm saying," jem replies, complete with air quotes when she's repeating what the woman's said.
"I would never use such words toward you." lips pursed into a faux pout. occasions where the two could be in the same space without arguing and fighting were rare. june was in a good mood--a rarity these days. and jemma was...well. less jemma than usual. she even dared to use one of the cute nicknames for june, which didn't go unnoticed, but wouldn't dare comment on either. that was the trigger for the bomb that was jemma barclay. "though you guys do give off cult vibes sometimes. I just can't see you breaking a chicken's neck with your bare hands,"
"the fact that you think that honestly just makes me want to prove you wrong," jemma can't help but say, never one for keeping her inner thoughts on the inside, where everyone else usually thinks they should stay. "i think we should go find a little farm and you should watch me break some poor chicken's neck, and then i'll skin it and cook it for you, too," she rants, only pausing now to take a sip of her coffee. she's more of a chugger, though, not a sipper, so it's a more like a good three second glug of her iced coffee through the straw. "then we'll have had breakfast and lunch together. may as well call the whole family and get together for dinner, too." it's at this point she lets out a small little wolf's howl, or a wolf call, one might say.
open,ㅤcapping at four. location,ㅤthe blood moon tavern.
"no, no. it’s all stupid shit, there’s no need to know where sagittarius or pluto were when you were born. people just like to act like they have no responsibility over their words or actions ‘cause they’re a fucking gemini or something," jemma rants over her glass.
closed,ㅤfor aylia @blackmxgicxx. location,ㅤmocha valley.
the local coffee shop is rafael's bread and butter as of late, the baristas busy making his cappuccino once his foot's through the door and that's what he's busy sipping on when aylia walks in. he's seen a familiar face or two, usually keen on hiding his face with an overly dramatic hunch towards the laptop on the table and hoping they're a quick in and out type, but this one didn't encourage such a reaction from him. "lia?" he blurts out from his seat, recognizing the neighbor he watched grow up over the years though they hadn't seen one another in who knows how long.
coffee. lord and savior of those in need of an energy boost and their day brightened. june wrapped her hands around her cup, inhaling the amazing smell of her mocha latte. leaning back in her chair, she glanced around the store, curious eyes watching people mingling as if this was the most normal, boring place in the world. there sure were a lot of new people moving to town. poor souls didn't know what they were getting themselves into. “did you know there used to be a satanical cult in town a few years back?" she turned to the person next to her with a bored tone. "rumor has it they cursed a few businesses around here."
there are very rare instances that find jemma barclay willingly spending time with her half sister, yet here she finds herself, the sunglasses perched at the bridge of her nose to fend off the fluorescents in hopes that it'll lessen the pounding in her head. it's either too early, she drank far too much the night before, or june is being particularly and irritatingly herself... she simply can't choose which to blame. "y'know," jemma's head cants slightly towards her sister, "i resent you calling myself and my friends a 'satanic cult', june bug."

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MANNY JACINTO Balestra (2024)
in a small town, everyone knows everyone and rafael alonzo is no exception. the thirty-four year old human has been in town for two months working as a freelance journalist.
in a small town, everyone knows everyone and jemma barclay is no exception. the twenty-three year old untriggered werewolf has been in town for her entire life working as a bartender at bare essentials and is part of the barclay pack.