[perssuassive]

(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 !

STATISTICS

NAME. amalia flores NICKNAME. maya, mal GENDER  /  PRONOUNS. cisfemale  /  she & her SEXUALITY. bisexual FACECLAIM. alexa demie AGE. thirty PLACE OF BIRTH. fresno, california DATE  OF  BIRTH.  april 13th ZODIAC. aries HAIR  COLOR. dark brown EYE  COLOR. brown HEIGHT. 5′6 + TRAITS. survivor, ambitious, candid, incisive, resilient - TRAITS. manipulative, callous, hedonistic, cynical, vindictive COVEN. nox

HISTORY

first and foremost, amalia is a survivor. sometimes this looks selfish, but she learned at a young age you can only count on yourself. she grew up in a family of urban witches; most outsiders wrote it off as superstitions, but their community knew what the flores women could do. amalia was no different. however, while her sisters’ magics consisted of midwifery and love potions, amalia’s was pure chaos. it came as no surprise when amalia found herself drawn to dark magic, and unfortunately for her, that meant her family almost immediately caught amalia in her first attempt.  concerned that she’d likely try again if left up to her own devices, her family kept amalia on a tight leash. rather than teach her to harness her magic in fear that it would be turned on them, the flores’s had amalia suppress all magical abilities. not long after, the incident occurred.  suppressing energy like amalia had been would lead to anyone to an explosion; amalia was not anyone. she refuses to speak on what exactly happened, but amalia was pulled from school and her leash was tightened even more. finally, at seventeen years old, with no money to her name, amalia left in the night.  since then, she’s been surviving on her own and exploring her magic the entire time. perhaps in an attempt to make up for what she lost, amalia indulges in almost every impulse she has. her ultimate goal is always to have fun. 

WANTED CONNECTIONS

people who know her family/family reputation someone who knows about the incident (it happened in high school) someone who helped her along the road to independence  someone who sees past the shallow persona she puts on someone who encourages all of amalia’s bad habits someone who has earned amalia’s distaste for whatever reason (enemies)

[perssuassive]

mdeinheaven​:

“ 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 .

mars sat in the car without saying anything at first, head turning when oz barely manages to spit out a question. he blinked away his thoughts, remembering the urgency of their situation. “it did,” they say roughly, clearing their throat uncomfortably, “at first. and then i saw you, and nothing else mattered.” mars turned off the car, taking his keys with him, and clambered out. they rounded the car, opening oz’s door and helping him out of the seat whether he wanted it or not. mars pressed a button on his keys that opened the garage door, metal groaning in the same way oz was. he lead the younger vampire into the garage, planting him on top of the deep freezer that had come with the house. set up right next to it was the blood bank style refrigerator that did not come with the house, stocked from top to bottom with blood bags. mars hit a button to close the garage before pulling one of the blood bags out and handing it over to oz. “i found the best way is to poke holes with your teeth and suck it out. helps with some of the more violent urges...”

[perssuassive]

mdeinheaven​:

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 . “

“i wish i could make you understand me,” mars said softly, pain making his voice sound strained. even as mars was leading oz away from the blood, his sireling only seemed to grow worse. the car wasn’t much farther, but mars made a split second decision. oz might have thought he hated mars now, but they couldn’t imagine how much worse it would get if mars let him hurt some innocent person. the longer they went without fixing the problem, the worse it would get. “i’m sorry i have to do this,” he sighed, his usual flippant persona nowhere in sight—he honestly assumed oz wouldn’t remember most of this. mars picked up oz like he’d done it a thousand times, and sprinted to the sleek black car he’d driven to the carnival. after making sure oz was buckled up, mars sped out of the parking lot, paying speed limits no mind. they very much doubted the police in this tiny town had time to stop them with twelve bodies still up at the carnival. plus, he’d been driving like a madman since he’d gotten his first car, and he’d gotten good at it. the car squealed as they turned it onto the long gravel driveway of the cute little house they’d bought when they moved to ashwick. “here.”

[perssuassive]

mdeinheaven​:

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 . “

later, mars would relive this moment over and over again, remembering every detail of the rare affection they were allowed to show oz. now, though, he was too wrapped up in worrying and caring for oz to think about that. mars could practically feel oz’s veins throbbing against his thumb and lips. “i know. let’s get you somewhere safe, where you can get what you need,” he crooned, lowering oz’s hand from his face to start leading his sireling away from the crime scene. mars chose a path that avoided any other people, mostly sticking to shadows as they walked towards their car. he stopped when oz questioned his motives, turning back to look at the other. “i’m here to help you, oz. i have... supplies at home.”

[maundcr]

open  ╱  closed  @perssuassive​

location:  carnival, drink stand.

⸺   “two strawberry lemonades for you.”  it was his lucky day, ren figured, whenever he’d only ordered one drink and ended up with two in hand.  sure, he could’ve corrected the worker and told her that he only paid for one, but.. who was he to turn down a free drink?  “one for me,”  for pretense as to not let the worker remember he’d only paid for one, he turned to the next person in line to offer the drink out for her,  “one for you.”  and while he’d never met her, the moment their eyes met, the last word came out a bit breathy as the magic in his veins thrummed at the sight of her.  either she was a witch, too, or he just experienced love at first sight ( and he was okay with being just a little dramatic in hoping it was the latter ).  either way, he just hoped that she wouldn’t turn down his offer.

[perssuassive]

amalia stared at the man holding a drink out to her for a good two seconds, narrowing her eyes, before seeming to decide to accept the offer. she mumbled a precautionary charm as she brought it to her mouth to sip—flores babies learn the rules early on. accepting any gift can come with unintended consequences. something about the witch—her magic started thrumming the moment they met eyes so he was a witch—made her hesitant to outright deny the offer, though. maybe it was because her magic recognized him and decided he was safe—maybe it was because he was cute. she broke out into a smile when the charm fizzled out, finding no negative intentions. “thanks. amalia.” she couldn’t seem to stop meeting his gaze; amalia would be concerned he slipped her some kind of potion if she hadn’t checked it herself. 

[v1ctorytour]

oz had wandered off on his own after the scent of blood had overwhelmed his senses . normally he was better than this , had gained enough practice to control it but he could feel the incessant hunger clawing at him . smacking the side of his head once , twice oz mutters angrily to himself ‘ c’mon not now ‘ and shakes his head again taking a deep breath before collecting himself . he should go home but was that even safe ? none of it had made much sense but oz wasn’t in the right mindset to play investigator . turning on his heel to find somewhere calmer to go , oz stops in his tracks noticing that he’d caught someone’s attention . “ i’m not crazy , just having a moment don’t mind me . “

[perssuassive]

maybe oz had every right to accuse him of being a creep, considering he hadn’t even hesitated to follow oz away from the crowds. concern for oz—a familiar feeling—and guilt—a rather unfamiliar pushed down feeling—made their chest hurt. sure, the blood had been tempting, but the instinct to take care of oz drowned out all blood lust. watching oz smack himself made mars pause, afraid for a split second that they might make oz’s state even worse. when oz acknowledged them, mars closed the distance between them. they carefully took oz’s wrist in their hand and pulled his away from his face. “it’s okay. you’re okay,” he said quietly, pulling the hand the other had just used to hit himself to his lips. it was more intimate than they’d earned recently, but mars wasn’t thinking about that. “you’re not crazy.”

[ofboardwxlks]

@perssuassive

“The setup looks amazing, there’s so many different things to do! I don’t know what we should do first,” Selvi beamed as they walked further into the carnival grounds, offering smiles to anyone she happened to make eye-contact with. Some people she knew, others that were strangers. Nonetheless, she was just being friendly. “Is there anything you’d want to start with?” Selvi asked Amalia, glancing over at her. “Or are you hungry? There are a lot of food stands around.”

[perssuassive]

amalia tucked her arm in with selvi’s, letting the vampire lead while she was mesmerized by all the lights. “could go for something, but i was just kidding about making you pay for popcorn.” amalia playfully bumped her shoulder into selvi’s as they walked towards all of the food stands. “or should we do the roller coasters first, then eat?”

[perssuassive]

ofnightwind​:

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? 

as unlikely as that is, it’s easy for amalia to believe considering how tightly she’s wrapped around taz’s finger. it’s hard not to be when taz was the first person to show her not only radical acceptance but also affection. amalia draws her gaze up from the floor to look at taz, unconsciously worrying her bottom lip. “i guess i didn’t think of that.”

[perssuassive]

mdeinheaven​:

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 . “

in that moment, mars was an immovable object. they would not step aside as long as it kept oz there, right in front of them. “you’re wrong. it’s incredibly charming. that’s not a very nice way to greet the love of your life.” mars eagerly drank in oz, searching his face with an intensity unique to them. “i like this look on you. i’m glad you didn’t change it,” they hummed, hand fluttering up like they’d intended to tuck a strand of hair behind oz’s ear but thought better of it. finally, mars’s gaze was drawn down to the device that seemed to hold more of oz’s attention than they did—and it was their two year reunion! “what’s so important that you can’t even look up while you’re walking? it’s hard to be clumsy as a vampire but somehow you make it work.” the envy in mars’s voice had nowhere to hide. 

[greykings]

_closed starter from HELIA to AMALIA

“We’ve all got our crosses to bear,” Helia said, smiling kindly. “And that’s all okay, don’t let anyone drag you down, alright.” ( @perssuassive )

[perssuassive]

amalia shouldn’t have been surprised to see helia so soon after elijah’s unfortunate passing. covens needed members to function, and the more members, the more power. lux and nox were famously rivals, each coven choosing to practice different styles of magic. amalia bristled at helia’s kind smile, seeing echoes of her own mother’s misleading one before she was locked away. “i’ve never been dragged down, not by anything or anyone.”

[perssuassive]

dxwnbreak​:

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.

“it’s not the kind with fucked up animal treatment, right? i’ll mess them up if i need to.” amalia pulled the flyer over to examine it herself, happy to see it all seemed above board. for memory’s sake, amalia took a picture of the flyer and passed it back to selvi. “will you buy me popcorn if i go with you?” she hummed with a greedy smile. amalia always tried to get the most out every opportunity, popcorn happened to be the most she could imagine at the carnival right now. “and, like twenty tickets for games or something. if i don’t leave with a giant stuffed animal, it’s rigged.”

[perssuassive]

( 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!!)

STATISTICS

NAME. marceau boucher NICKNAME. mars GENDER  /  PRONOUNS. genderfluid  /  he & they SEXUALITY. bisexual FACECLAIM. mason gooding AGE. two-hundred seven PLACE OF BIRTH. french louisiana (new france) DATE  OF  BIRTH.  november 20th ZODIAC. scorpio HAIR  COLOR. dark brown EYE  COLOR. brown HEIGHT. 6′2 + TRAITS. dynamic, magnetic, gregarious, extroverted, adventurous, determined - TRAITS. obsessive, jealous, impulsive, secretive, stubborn, dramatic, codependent

HISTORY

marceau boucher’s story started before he was even a thought in his mother’s head. marceau’s maternal grandfather was a freedman who had moved his family to new france, where they acquired a farm to sustain themselves. their mother grew up entrenched in cajun culture, learning french before the english her father spoke. life was never perfect, but it was better than others had. that was—until the year of 1803. she was only thirteen when napoleon bonaparte sold all of the louisiana territory to the united states, the same country her father had fled all those years before. 

once again, they would flee, only this time across oceans. paris, france had been heralded as a safe haven for african americans. it was in paris, for the first time in his long life, that marceau’s grandfather stopped looking over his shoulder every other second. it was in paris that marceau’s father would meet their mother, where the two would have a quiet wedding and a child. paris shaped marceau—the first fifteen years of his life were chaotic, the monarchy desperately fighting for its crown back. once they did claim the crown, life in the eastern district grew even more chaotic, as famously described by victor hugo. 

at twenty-five years old, spurned by the city that had so lovingly welcomed his mother thirty years before, marceau took up arms. it was during an early revolutionary riot that marceau was nearly trampled and saved by a mysterious stranger. long since disenchanted with their life, it took very little for them to be swept up in the romance of this stranger. see, they lived the life of le bohéme, of art and poetry and love. not only had this stranger saved marceau’s life, but they showed them an entirely new one. marceau didn’t even flinch when the stranger revealed their true nature and offered him a piece of it. 

of course, as it seemed to be so common then, not long after marceau’s change did their sire disappear. lucky for marceau, they could fit in anywhere, and soon they were living the life they’d once wished for. still, they swore they would never do what their sire had done to them. no, he would be loyal to his sirelings for life.

once the americas were more welcoming to folks like him, he found himself drawn back to the place his mother had come from. they traveled from place to place, too restless to stay anywhere for too long. it was during this listless travel that marceau (now going by mars in the modern age) met oz. to this day, mars insists that meeting was their third birth (first, human. second, vampire. third, oz’s). they kept their nature a secret, growing infatuated with the delicate human with strange sensibilities and even stranger acquaintences. of course, they planned to turn ozwalt sooner rather than later, but the choice was taken out of their hands when oz got into a fatal car crash. since then, oz has insisted he hates mars for everything between them, but mars is still convinced they’re soulmates. recently, mars has come to ashwick not only interested in the invincibility promised, but to once again be close to oz.

mars is far from the “appropriate” vampire one might expect from today’s media. they frequently indulge themselves in supernatural delights—expect no “vegetarian” vampire here.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

vampires he met throughout history!! esp french ones (maybe they know his sire?)  a witch they met for daytime enchantments and liked enough to stick around party friends!! an old fling they dropped to chase oz (bitter exes maybe?) a friend that just doesn’t understand mars’s continued interest in oz (a realist, trying to help mars to see oz hates them maybe???) someone who can see past mars’s immatureness and wants to help him with the trauma he still carries from his time as human and many many more !!!

[perssuassive]

try as he might, mars had an itch he just couldn’t scratch on his own. in fact—there was only one other person who’d ever been able to. ozwalt. they had given it a good five years this time; oz had sounded really serious the last time he’d told them to fuck off. it couldn’t be helped, though, mars thought to himself as he strolled a few yards behind oz. they could see the beaten up jean jacket, could recognize the exact holes they’d help create (and couldn’t recognize a few new ones). marceau had spent enough time trailing oz. he’d grown impatient. instead of continuing to follow oz, mars turned down an alleyway to get ahead of him. it was always more fun when their reunions were like meet-cutes. hat pulled low over their eyes as to not give the game away immediately, mars walked towards oz. they made sure they couldn’t avoid colliding, walking straight into oz’s path. “oh, excuse me.” ( @mdeinheaven​ )

[ofnightwind]

open / closed starter for @perssuassive​

the last actual text she’d gotten an answer to from mal ( and was received ) was monday. three days ago. tazeen was beginning to feel ignored and she didn’t like feeling ignored. it wasn’t a feeling she was accustomed to and quite honestly found obnoxious and irritating. luckily, the two were in the same coven, all adjoined to discuss the unfortunate demise of their beloved leader. great man he was and one of the few witches she respected.

eyes lock onto the other brunnette, a smile befalls tazeen as she decides to take an approach she knows amalia can hardly resist      ⸺      soft the other witch actually was which perhaps her most adoring quality. “and here i was beginning to think the worst for your well being.” she warmly greets the other witch, her fawn hues softening as she looks towards her with a concerned gaze. 

[perssuassive]

amalia had seriously considered skipping the coven meeting, considering she’d been purposefully ignoring taz’s texts and was certain the other would be there. this little back and forth between them had gone on long enough for amalia to realize tazeen’s manipulation tactics . . . just not long enough for amalia to resist them. every time, she let herself hope just a little when taz looked at her a certain way. every time she was left disappointed. still, she couldn’t skip tonight, not after finding out about elijah. as silly as it was, amalia really felt loyalty to her coven, the first group of witches to truly welcome her in with open arms. 

tazeen made a beeline for amalia almost as soon as she stepped into the coven’s space. amalia barely had time to say hello to some of the others before tazeen tugged her away. “funny, that’s new.” her arms crossed over her chest while her gaze pointed down at the ground between them. maybe if she doesn’t see the look in taz’s eyes, she won’t break down this time. “can we not do this right now?”

[satcgifs]

[ofboardwxlks]

@perssuassive

[xblasphemia]

    “ Color me impressed . This town knows how to party after all .” Emrys smirked at the pictures someone sneaked to take of the body at the alter of the church . well, part of it anyways . As sick as it was , someone had already spread the pictures via text and posted it online . The original vampire took the glass of Negroni he had ordered a couple minutes ago . 

[perssuassive]

amalia was waiting at the bar to flag down a bartender when the vampire sat not far down spoke. “gross,” she scoffed, not afraid to take her own life into her hands if it meant expressing her opinion. she glanced over towards the vampire, able to sense he was older based on his aura. maybe she should have kept her opinion to herself. “sounds like you need someone to show you a better idea of a party.”

[maundcr]

open  ╱  closed  @ashwickstarters​

location:  steps of the church

⸺   the scene of the body was a place that most townfolk had been frequenting, just to get a glimpse in curiosity.  though the body was long gone now, the lure of such a monstrous crime was something difficult to ignore.  however, callum was there instead to..  people watch.  humans were so fascinating, and he quite enjoyed hearing the conversations, the theories, or just seeing the expressions on their features as they surely imagined what the body had looked like.  though, in a town like ashwick, it wasn’t just humans surveying the scene.  no matter, he couldn’t help but strike a conversation with the next person to approach.  “it’s like clue, don’t you think?”  he started,  “so many possible suspects.. so many possible weapons.  what do you think it’d be?  i’m betting on the rope.  someone with some  ‘ extra ’  strength could so very easily..“  callum made a pulling motion with his hand, pairing it with a squelching noise for dramatic effect.  “rip a body in half.  just needs a motive.”

[perssuassive]

“really? is that much detail necessary?” amalia complained, arms crossed over her chest like that wasn’t the exact line of thinking she’d been following in her head. “besides, clue wasn’t ever interesting enough to get this gory.” her eyes tracked the movement of the crowd, somewhat feeding off of the energy everyone was unintentionally giving off. she glanced over at her companion, raising an inquisitive eyebrow. “so what possible motive could there be? why would someone with . . . ‘ extra ’ strength rip a body in half with rope? just for some sick fun or like . . . revenge or something?” she glanced back to the church steps, body long gone but the image imprinted on her mind.