(alexa demie ; cisfemale ; she/her ; spookie coochie by doechii) hey, look! isn’t that AMALIA FLORES? the 30 year old WITCH – NOX COVEN is known to be AMBITIOUS and HEDONISTIC. they’ve been in town for TWO YEARS and always remind me of blue neon bouncing off the puddles in the street, half finished cigarettes crumpled in a pink ash tray, satin sheets on a mattress on the floor. let’s hope they survive what’s to come. ( @ashwickstarters )

hi i’m winny, this is amalia my baby, feel free to drop a like to plot something !

“ you’ve tried a lot , “ oz wish he understood but mars had never been able to make him understand , partially it had been his fault — the stubbornness birthed from his anger , the rage at losing his life and any chance he had towards normalcy . he had only begun to live when mars turned him , preventing a fatal accident from stealing oz’s life all together but he could never rid the bitter feeling ; knowing he was not the same nor would ever be the same . it led things to be complicated to say the least between them , sometimes oz hated them but other times he didn’t know what it was that he felt . for once , instead of argue oz let it happen to exhausted and concentrated on not losing his mind at the smell still trailing him like a looming storm . “ you drive too fast . “ oz groans , eyes closed tight not certain if vampires could physically get nauseous but he sure felt it . when was the last time he’d gotten a bite to eat ? he cannot even recall it at this point . “ how does the smell not bother you ? all that … “ he doesn’t even want to say it ; blood .

oz never really got used to the idea of being a ‘ vegetarian ‘ by vampire means or how to fully control the cravings , he worked on it enough over the years and had some help from his found family but it was still a struggle . he realized into it , it would take decades to adjust — it was simply how his life would be . and he was far too overcome by the hunger to feel rational , to continue to avoid mars like he had the last several days . “ help … “ the word echoes with ease but oz isn’t positive if he fully believes it , is simply accepting it for now . it was hardly a thought as he just wanted to feel okay again . how mars dealt with it so easily , oz didn’t know but it was simply one of a thousand thoughts flooding through his mind . “ i’m not sure if i ever really understood you . “

he was too wrapped up in his thoughts to realize who was with him . the remnants of his human mind was still attempting to control the hunger scratching it’s way up his throat — practically insatiable at the metallic smell of blood still wavering against the flow of the wind . he was hungry , so hungry but he didn’t want to be not now and it’s so overwhelming that oz doesn’t even consider tugging away at the touch . the familiarity of mars flooded around him and while rationally he knew , he should pull back there wasn’t enough reason in his mind to fight the old feeling of comfort that filled his senses . “ it - it hurts . “ he hadn’t been okay in so long but instead of arguing the other questions that had remained on his mind came to surface instead and for a brief moment his fingers tighten around mars’ . “ w - what are you doing here . “

the death of elijah was tragic, very unfortunate. she’d observe the coven members; some racked with worry, fear. some like herself, a nonchalance to the whole ordeal. the only thing tazeen fears in this scenario is how the coven will handle it. the coven consists mostly of other witches who could remain composed but then there are others who would crumble without a leader, a guide. and it was a partial true concern for amalia. 

“i didn’t hear from you and one of our own has been dead, of course i was worried about you.” the brunette leaves a space between them, leaning against the wall, her own arms crossing over her chest. “we’re all here for the same reason, mal.”

amalia immediately regrets her nasty response, flooded with guilt when taz brings up the danger they could all currently be in. she feels the space between them, stretching like a gorge with nothing but a rickety rope bridge to cross it. certainly tazeen knew amalia wasn’t in any serious danger—but the ‘what if?’ sits like a boulder in her stomach. what if taz had been up at all hours, texting and calling amalia not because she wanted her plaything, but because she was genuinely worried? 

it had been years but as time passed it never seemed to be enough to allow oz to forget about mars . something about them was unforgettable and whether that be the trauma inflicted upon him , the vampire bond or something else he still wasn’t able to figure it out . and in the time being he had made somewhat of a life for himself , having been “ adopted “ by two older vampires and accepting genuine guidance for once in his extended life it never ceased to feel odd . he was hardly paying attention to anything but his phone , getting urgent text updates from a friend when he slams right into someone . no , not just someone . he doesn’t need to look up to know he’d catch the familiar sight of mars , mostly unchanged through time creeping back into his life as he always did . “ y’know it doesn’t get cute or whatever each time you pull the same trick . “

The difference in personality and demeanor was blinding, and maybe it did confuse people. Heck, perhaps there were those who thought someone like Selvi should run away from someone like Amalia. But why would she? Amalia had given her no reason to. Maybe it was that Selvi always saw the good in people even if those people sometimes didn’t let others see it. Ferris wheel or animals doing tricks. “Oh, let me see,” Selvi started thoughtfully, fishing in her purse and carefully pulling out a flyer that she had been given by someone handing them out.

“From the information given here, it seems to be… both?” She offered, setting the flyer on the table and turning it so Amalia could read too. There would be carnival rides but also apparently a traveling circus.

( mason gooding; genderfluid ; he/they ; got my mind set on you by sharaya summers ) hey, look! isn’t that MARCEAU BOUCHER? the 26/207 year old VAMPIRE is known to be DYNAMIC and OBSESSIVE. they’ve been in town for TWO WEEKS and always remind me of a party that’s gone on a little too long, crumpled up and discarded love poems, sharp teeth skating along a bottom lip, feelings gone unspoken. let’s hope they survive what’s to come. ( @ashwickstarters )

this is my newest son marceau (mars) and let’s say... he’s also messy JHDBJHD CW: CAR CRASH, HISTORICAL TREATMENT OF BIPOC (neither discussed in great detail!!)