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simpforfandom231 · 4 months

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Mario cart wrestle PT 1

pairing: Alycia Debnam-Carey x Fem!reader

Summary: just you guys hanging out and playing some Mario Cart that turns into an Olympic sport.

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Alycia Debnam-Carey and her girlfriend Y/N were enjoying a rare day off together. The couple decided to spend their free time doing something fun and competitive, so they set up their Nintendo Switch and started playing Mario Kart. The living room was filled with laughter and playful banter as they selected their favorite characters and prepared for a gaming showdown.

Alycia chose Princess Peach, and Y/N went with Yoshi. The race started with the familiar countdown, and they were off, racing through the vibrant tracks of the Mushroom Kingdom. The room echoed with the sounds of excitement and button mashing as they jostled for the lead.

"You better watch out, Y/N! I've been practicing," Alycia teased, her fingers dancing across the controller.

Y/N smirked, "Oh please, Alycia. I've got this in the bag. Yoshi's going to leave Princess Peach in the dust!"

As they raced through Rainbow Road, the intensity escalated. The tight turns and colorful obstacles made the competition fierce. Alycia managed to pull ahead, but Y/N wasn't one to back down. She used a well-timed mushroom boost to catch up, causing both of them to burst into laughter.

The playful banter continued as they navigated through the different courses. Alycia couldn't resist throwing in a few jokes about Y/N's driving skills, while Y/N retaliated with playful jabs at Alycia's character choice.

The final lap of the last race arrived, and the tension in the room reached its peak. Alycia and Y/N were neck and neck, exchanging glances of determination. The finish line was in sight, and victory hung in the balance.

In a surprising twist, Alycia pulled off a perfectly timed boost, crossing the finish line just ahead of Y/N. The room erupted into cheers and laughter as Alycia celebrated her triumph.

"I told you, Y/N! Princess Peach for the win!" Alycia exclaimed, doing a little victory dance.

Y/N, however, wasn't as amused. She playfully pouted, crossing her arms, "This is rigged! I demand a rematch. Best two out of three!"

Alycia chuckled, "Alright, alright. But prepare to lose again, my love."

As the day went on, Alycia and Y/N's gaming session escalated into a full-blown battle. The friendly competition turned into a hilarious yet intense struggle for victory. The living room was filled with shouts, laughter, and the rapid clicking of buttons as they fought for the upper hand in the game.

Eliza Taylor, Alycia's best friend and co-star on "The 100," decided to surprise them with an impromptu visit. Little did she know, she was about to witness a spectacle she would never forget.

As Eliza entered the room, she was greeted by the chaotic scene. Alycia and Y/N, both on the edge of the couch, were practically on top of each other, feet and hands flying in every direction. It looked more like a wrestling match than a video game session.

Eliza stood there, stunned, taking in the bizarre sight before her. "Um, what is happening here?" she finally managed to ask, her eyes wide with disbelief.

Alycia, caught in the heat of the moment, looked up and grinned, "Oh hey, Eliza! We're just settling a little Mario Kart dispute. Care to join?"

Eliza couldn't help but burst into laughter at the absurdity of the situation. "This is better than any reality TV show I've ever seen," she remarked, pulling out her phone to capture the moment.

Meanwhile, the gaming battle raged on. Y/N, fueled by a desire to win, decided to take a bold approach. She playfully lunged at Alycia, attempting to suffocate her with her strategic positioning. Alycia, not one to back down, responded with a swift jab to Y/N's ribs, causing both of them to erupt into laughter.

Eliza, still recording the hilarious scene, decided to go live on social media. "You guys, you won't believe what's happening here. Alycia and Y/N have turned Mario Kart into a full-contact sport! Check this out!"

As the live stream gained viewers, fans couldn't get enough of the entertaining chaos. The comments section flooded with laughing emojis and exclamations of disbelief. Alycia and Y/N, oblivious to the online audience, continued their playful brawl for victory.

Eventually, they collapsed back onto the couch, breathless and in fits of laughter. Eliza, wiping tears from her eyes, declared, "I think we just discovered a new Olympic sport – Mario Kart Wrestling!"

The trio spent the rest of the day reminiscing about their outrageous gaming session, sharing the video with fans, and creating memories that would be talked about for years to come.

#fandom #fanfic #alycia debnam carey #eliza taylor #the 100

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fireinhislungs · 4 months

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ALIAS: Maddison Juliet Delacore

AGE: 28

BIRTHDATE: November 1st

SPECIES: Hunter

OCCUPATION: TBC

FACECLAIM: Alycia Debnam-Carey

BIOGRAPHY

Maddison was born the middle child of three to rather wealthy parents Cassandra and Sebastian Delacore; a witch and a hunter that went against the status quo in the name of love. The Delacore lineage was born of old money with generations having been involved in the oil mining industry. Or so that was how the story went.

Growing up with two brothers the only daughter learnt very quickly how to hold her own. While her brothers both showed signs of similar powers to that of their mother, Maddy was never blessed with such things and thus thrust into a regimented world of hunting, much to her dismay. While their mother trained her boys in the age old art of control, she was learning of the ugly underbelly within NYC. One she would soon be part of. A part of her resented her brother's for not being dealt the same cards -- for having it easy. Things got better when the eldest left for the military. He wrote for a time, and things were good until the letters stopped coming followed by a uniformed man turning up on their doorstep some weeks later. Maddy hadn’t been privy to the details, but she knew by her mothers sudden wailing that her brother wouldn’t return. Little did the children know just how well versed their parents were in staging situations. Nevertheless, truth always had a way of unveiling itself. It was only a matter of time. Upon graduating highschool she felt claustrophobic within her home, social circle and even the hunting community thus making the decision to head to Europe where she would train alongside cousins and grow to enjoy the way of life, finding her own purpose and moral compass within a world of chaos. The distance also aided the relationship with her brother and bringing them closer, allowing them both to grow into themselves outside from the watchful eyes of their parents or the pressure of their status in society. Catching wind of a rumor that made little to no sense she returned home to confront her parents; choosing to confide in Theodore first. Talk of William Delacore's death not having been miliary related and instead an inside take down left her feeling ill and in desperate need for answers. Which was just what the Delacore children would demand from their parents. The truth would turn out to be much worse than anyone could anticipate. While the Delacore family was born of a family run oil dynasty -- this was also a guise to hide the real money maker which was hunting and capturing supernatural's from all walks of life, to sell to the wealthy for their own grim pleasure. An underground ring of supernatural trafficking of which their parents were at the forefront of. William had discovered this and when confronted by his parents and demanded some form of answers, murdered or worse, also sold on to be tortured and disposed of. All at the hands of his very own parents. Seeking vengeance in the name of their brother, Maddison and Theodore, murdered their parents and in turn ended the cycle of violence and inherited the family fortune.

HEADCANONS

Since the death of her brother all those years ago, she’s still her sharp-tongued sarcastic self but she’s no where near as trusting as she once was. The woman is well known for being blunt as a sledgehammer, she doesn’t believe in sugar coating the facts. She keeps her cards close to her chest and can come off as cold and guarded upon first glances, but Maddy has a heart contrary to popular belief and she cares more than she lets on.

On the eve of her brothers death every year Maddison see’s to it that his grave site is cleaned before spending some time filling him in on the last year.

#biography: maddison delacore

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witchthewriter · 7 months

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I hope this isn't a weird question but do you have a list of sjm characters that you headcanon as poc? Because I want to see what you think and if they line up with my own. I had never seen manon fan casted as asian, but im in love with it!!

I love this question! I've been re-reading the three series, getting ready for CC3 to come out. I have so many things to say, but I'll leave all that to another post - also thank you for this question, it's awesome. Please comment how you feel/what you think in the comments xx

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First of all, the Bat Boys are NOT white. If I see another person fancast Matthew Daddario as Ariel, I will implode! I know it's difficult getting the perfect cast for a story we all adore.

Another point, the Bat Boys are Illyrian, and they are actual real people. Their usual features are tan skin, brown eyes and brown/black hair.

Also, Lucien - who I have fancasted in the past with Martin Sensmeier. I thought it was an interesting idea for a Native American to have that role.

And Amren is MOST DEFINITELY Asian. Without a doubt. There is no ifs, buts or maybes about it. She is most definitely Asian, and I will take offense if someone thinks otherwise.

Also, I don't want the Archerons to be so conventionally pretty, or petite. That's why Alycia Debnam-Carey is my Feyre, Dagmara Bryzek as Elain and Jessica Brown-Findlay as Nesta. I want women who aren't models!

The Valkyries;l Emerie is described as brown, as she is an Illyrian woman. And I'm completely fine with Gwen being red-haired, freckled and pale.

I'm curious about Mor, her physical features are fine - but her 'power' has yet to be revealed. Because it doesn't make sense???

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There are a lot more cultures in this series than the others. For me, it was so interesting because I'm desperate to know how different countries/continents, experience magic.

Learning about the Ruk's, with Nesryn and Sartaq, that was amazing.

I thought Manon was Asian, I always thought she was?! I mean from that link, that's how I imagined her. Whenever I see fanart where she isn't Asian, I just don't see them as Manon.

I definitely think the Cadre could be more than "tanned from hours of training in the sun." I think Lorcan could be a black man! And I def think Fenrys is half-black. Maybe with a white mother though. I hope I'm not coming off as insensitive! Please tell me if I am, because that isn't my intent.

Honestly, I don't care about what's 'canon,' I think there are way too many white characters in every part of literature. I know about history and when it comes down to fantasy worlds, I think black people should be allowed to indulge themselves as much as they want, without having to think about their awful history and what their culture has gone through.

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I actually thought Danika was black, it was a surprise to see fanart and she isn't??? For some reason, it doesn't sit right with me to have a white Danika.

Again, I feel like there aren't enough people of colour. We have little fire sprites, we have a lion-dog pet, a serpent queen, angels, and barely anyone who isn't beyond tan.

I don't think this series has a black character ... other than a few background characters that are only mentioned here and there ... if anyone wants to weigh in - I'm still learning about cc, I forget A LOT.

But in no way has SJM been as horrible as J.K. Rowling. Not only was she racist, but cliche', and a pick me. There was too much pick-me energy among the female characters. I'd like to think that at Hogwarts, the girls stick together no matter what (for me, female friendships are so important. It's sisterhood).

#anon #sjm #sjm poc #acotar #tog #cc #witchthewriter #headcanons #anon qs

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ofhowlingxs · 27 days

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[ alycia debnam-carey | she/her ] Another face is seeking safety in New Orleans. Make sure to welcome ALENA MORNINGSTAR to the home of the resilient. Rumor has it that they are an 24 year old WEREWOLF/WITCH/HUNTER, who is one of the SURVIVORS but we’ll keep that a secret. They are said to be UNTRUSTING, but that’s all a façade to cover up their AFFIRMATIVE nature. We’ve heard that they can be found listening to OH DEATH by RALPH STANLEY, which sums them up pretty well. Let’s hope that they can find a way to survive this harsh new world.

Basics.

Name: Alena Jade Morningstar

Age: Twenty four

Pronouns: She/her

Birthday: October 5th

Zodiac: Libra

Hair: Honey blonde

Eyes: Blue/Hazel

Relationships.

Mother: (Witch): Daphne Morningstar

Father: (Werewolf): Kent “Kash” Sawyer

Coven: Potential Coven

Pack: Crescent

Cousin: Marni, Everleigh.

Siblings: None.

History.

Born the product of a shotgun wedding, and a whirlwind romance that didn’t last. Everyone warned Daphne and Kash not to get married, that their summer fling was just that— a fling. Daphne had been engaged when she’d met her soon to be lover, and husband. She had a life planned out for her, to be married to a warlock that practiced within the same coven, old family friends and a bloodline that ran pure with magic. That was, until Kash entered the picture. He was fun, and charming, and a little bit dangerous. The two of them had a secret romance when they were teenagers but nothing lasting more than a couple of nights. Things changed when Daphne came back one summer. They fell in love, she broke off her engagement despite the disapproval, and they got pregnant— and then married soon after.

As expected, Kash’s fun turned irresponsible. And Daphnes intelligence, was shifted into nagging. She felt restrained, as if she had to take care of him more often than not. The strict parent. The one that enforced the rules while Alena was growing up. All the while Kash, got to be the fun parent. It caused a tether in their relationship and within Alena as well. Much to their surprise, Alena was born a hybrid. Skilled and gifted in magic from an early age, and due to her father’s ties with the Crescent pack, a werewolf not held prisoner to the moon. While her mother wanted her to practice spells, and gain her role within the coven, her father wanted her to run free through the bayous, to do as she wished. Soon enough, her parents would divorce when she was nine, and she’d be torn between the two. When she was thirteen, she went to live with her father for a majority of their custody battle, and would visit her mother on the weekends— which were always full of studying, practicing, and learning from the coven. It caused a rift between them, resistant, as her parents failed relationship was now projected onto their daughter.

Fast forward, and her father who had been long term friends with the Shaw family— ended up in a terrible motorcycle accident, in which ended his life. At least, that’s what they told the public. In actuality, late one night— he’d came in contact with a Ripper, and despite stopping him with a bite that would end up being fatal, Kash lost his life to save his daughter’s. Alena was seventeen at the time, and her relationship with her mother had became more strained as the years went on. Her mother using their time together to bash her father, in any way that she could. And while she loved Alena, there was a sense of regret that always seemed to linger in the back of her head— or so Alena thought. It would have been easier if she married her former fiancé, had a family that practiced within the coven, a daughter she didn’t have to chase after beneath the light of the moon. A daughter she didn’t have to share. They never talked about her father’s death, but Alena could hear her cry— despite how much she swore she couldn’t stand him, living in a world without their bickering, felt too quiet.

Kash had requested in his will, that his parental rights upon death be given to Alena’s God family. — The Shaws. But due to her eighteenth birthday passing before the documentation could be finalized, it hadn’t mattered. Alena had chosen to stay at her father’s home, in the bayou. She had chosen to work under the only other people she felt close to her whole life, the Shaws. And in doing so, Oliver had taken her under his wing, and she started to walk like him. Talk like him. And he was the closest thing to her father, or a brother that she could find. In the midst of everything, Alena had grown and learned and practiced. She was powerful within her magic, and strong, and didn’t bat an eye when it came to her choice of hunting vampires that continued to kill and hurt innocent people for sport. The unredeemed. And she does so with no weapons, no bark, and all bite.

Personality.

As a teenager, she had been less cynical, more hopeful to love and being loved. But in turn, she never quite got over her first heartbreak, with Riley Shaw. The heartache changed her, for both the good and the bad. Now she is reluctant to the idea, trust doesn’t come easily for her but she’s always been great at reading people. She is not pointed, or harsh. But she is not bubbly or full of light. Somehow, she’s somewhere in the middle— and maybe that was her parents doing, too. A little bit her mother’s daughter, and a little bit of her father’s wolf.

#exitium.intro

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kiddressources · 2 months

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Hello <3 Je voulais juste passer te dire merci de nous partager ton art ** Je suis contente à chaque fois que je vois une nouvelle publication de ta part et ça refait forcément ma journée! Gros coups de coeur pour les ava' sur Alycia Debnam-Carey mais je pense que je suis un peu biaisée parce que je la joue xD En vérité, chacune de tes créations est un plaisir pour les yeux donc vraiment merci pour tout ça du fond du coeur <3 <3

Passe une belle soirée et un bon week-end !

Take care <3

hello there! oh mais c'est tellement adorable comme message, merci beaucoup d'avoir pris le temps de l'écrire 😭 ça fait extrêmement plaisir à lire et ça a égayé ma journée! ravie que les avatars puissent te plaire en tout cas, merci encore 🩷

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merrock · 10 months

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CHARACTER INFORMATION

face claim: Alycia Debnam-Carey

full name: Sybil Danvers

nickname(s) / goes by: Billie

pronouns & gender: She/her & Cis woman

sexuality: Bisexual

birth date: April 29, 1991

birth place: Port Mansfield, Texas

arrival to merrock: January 2023

housing: Rural Country Side

occupation: Horse Ranch Owner & Part-Time Boat Mechanic

work place: Danvers Farm

family: Father & Brother - Estranged

relationship status: Single

PERSONALITY

Billie prefers the company of her horses to people. They bring to her a peace and tranquility that shatters the moment she is surrounded by other human beings. With their soft snorts and kind eyes they can see her beneath the scars that she bears. She has the typical no-nonsense ranch attitude. Her hands can be soft and tempered or fists ready to fight. Sometimes on days where the PTSD is worse or the frustrations of life get to her she will seek out a fight. Sometimes in clubs getting paid for her efforts and sometimes with a random loud-mouth asshole from the bar. She refuses to talk about her past to just anyone and most don’t know how she got the burn scars that adorn the left side of her body. The worst of them are hidden by t-shirts and jeans. That’s her typical style. An outfit easy to ride in and cowboy boots. Her days are spent doing ranch work and she doesn’t much care what she looks like for that. Getting dressed up consists of showering and putting on a clean outfit. Gatherings with large crowds are difficult for her and she won’t attend unless forced or cajoled. The only type of crowds that are comfortable are ones coming to watch a fight or those at rodeos and ranching events. None of those people care about her past or what she looks like, just the quality of the work that she does.

WRITTEN BY: Bird (she/her), cst.

BACKGROUND / BIO

triggering / sensitive content: assault mention, injury, mental health/ptsd, torture mention, military, manslaughter/death

ADMIN NOTE: heavily describes time in the military, mentions of torture, psychological health, and death/manslaughter; please use caution if these things are upsetting to you.

Sybil was born a miracle, her parents having given up hope of ever conceiving; options were limited in the small town and money was always tight. That’s just how it was for a cattle farmer in the middle of nowhere Texas. Though the Danvers' struggled to make ends meet, Billie, as she came to be called, had a rich childhood. What she lacked in material possessions she made up for in adventure. She started to learn to ride before she could walk and at the age of five was given her first mount; a pony named Chick-A-Dee. The two were inseparable, galivanting off with one of the family’s farm dogs in tow to check out every nook and cranny of her daddy’s huge property. With hardly any other kids around she learned to rely on her own company. Occasionally there would be an incident, a broken arm from climbing up a tree or a deep cut to the forehead that left a scar across one eyebrow. Once when she was ten the new horse she’d been tasked with breaking had bucked her off a ways from home. Knocked out cold, she was awoken by the shouts of her daddy and his ranch hands. Scared of what could have happened, her daddy put her to work on the farm, the time for adventures was over. That was how she learned to work.

Other kids in their small high school would complain of having to do their evening chores or because their parents wouldn’t extend curfew. Billie however was typically up before the sun feeding and watering the horses and making sure their stalls were clean. After school and homework she was taken out on the range by her daddy to learn how to doctor cattle and manage a herd. There were a lot of kids who would have complained, but she loved it. Much more than her little brother who had come along when she was four. He’d been born right on the couch, the labor having gone too fast to make it to the hospital. Billie doted on her brother and despite the age gap the two were inseparable. Everything changed when their mama died.

It was a freak car accident. A deep hole on a dirt road caused the truck to flip. Not one of them got to say goodbye. After that her daddy changed. He became more gruff and stern. Where once there had been time for fun now all he did was work and make his kids work. Billie loved her father, but when the for-sale signs went up she knew it was time to get out before the town swallowed her. Her grades in highschool had been less than stellar, more focus always having been put on the work at the ranch and so at eighteen she did the only thing she could think to do and enrolled in the United States Armed Forces.

Wiry with muscle from her work on the ranch, basic training was a breeze. Billie was used to the early morning wakeups and late nights and was already familiar with the weight of a rifle. Her work ethic got her noticed by the right people and as she moved through the ranks she was given the opportunity to join Special Forces. Her brother was furious when he learned of her decision. He already hated that she risked her life overseas fighting in a war he’d grown up not believing in, that she had left her father and him in their grief. He resented her. Warned her that nothing good would come of staying so long away from family. She had simply scoffed. He should have been proud of her, like their daddy was. Whenever she was home on leave he would boast to the people in their new town about the work that she was doing and how important it was. How amazed and proud he was that he had raised a daughter who decided to serve her country.

For her part Billie fell in love with the army. The structure in the rank and the camaraderie developed with the other soldiers made her feel at home even when they were thousands of miles away and on enemy territory. That feeling became even stronger when she was finally assigned to her Special Forces unit. One of only a few women, she had to work twice as hard to prove herself as capable as the men but once she had they showed her the respect she deserved. That hadn’t always been the case in some of her other units; some had sought to keep her down the only way those men seemed to know how: by force. After the first assault went unprosecuted by the military she learned to fight. To land blows and kicks that let her attackers know she meant business. Nothing was ever reported by the men; to do so would have meant they would have had to admit what they were trying to do in the first place. Eventually, they learned she wasn’t one of the ones who could be messed with.

With her time in special ops her body count grew. She stopped seeing people as people. They were a mission to complete or an obstacle that kept her unit from reaching its intended goal. Billie wasn’t heartless but it was the way she coped with the violence of her career. It wasn’t until her unit was attacked that a new emotion came into play: hate. A deeprooted rage that scortched her very being. The day had started calmly enough, everything seemed ordinary, the lookouts were unalarmed and a game of soccer was happening out back behind one of the tents. That’s when the bomb hit. All Billie remembers of that event itself is waking up to the sound of screams as men whose faces she couldn’t make out through the pain went through and ended most of her unit. She, along with three others, were taken. They were the least gravely injured though still hurt. Billie herself suffered from second degree burns along the left side of her body and her arm was broken in three places. The enemy doctors bandaged them up. Then began the torture. At first it was subtle; withholding food and water, pain medicine and antibiotics. When they still refused to cooperate it increased. To protect itself her mind went blank. There are no clear memories of that time which she can recall; only after laying in a safe hospital bed. It was there she learned that the others had died. The failure to save them, though misplaced, weighed heavily on her. Survivors’ guilt. Her dad and brother came to visit but she couldn’t bear to see them. She had failed. Let her friends be killed, tortured. She should have done something, anything. That shame weighed her down like Dorothy’s house atop the wicked witch. A feeling that became even stronger when the PTSD episodes began. When finally she was discharged, her side permanently scarred, hearing partially damaged, and arm healed, Billie fled as from the life she knew as possible. That was how she ended up in New York City.

Unable to hold down a job she turned to what she knew; fighting. It was the only way to take in money as she refused the benefits offered to veterans. She didn’t deserve them. Just as she was beginning to feel secure, as the effects of the PTSD began to lessen, an accident happened. She had been walking home from a fight when a man bumped into her. Something in the way he walked, the sound of his voice, triggered her. Even now she cannot think of what it was. Billie exploded. All of the suppressed rage and terror and anguish that she held bottled up within her evaporated. It is all clear now. Now she can remember every detail either from what she was told or the evidence presented to her by her lawyer while she was locked in a psych ward. Three officers had been needed to pull her off of the man while she yelled and screamed and begged to know why he had done this to her. To her friends. Why did they all have to die? It took almost a week and a strong regiment of meds to bring her back to herself. Her shame deepened. This man hadn’t been a threat to herself. Wasn’t a target of the gang. He’d been an innocent man on his way home from work. The rest of her life flashed before her eyes. Manslaughter. Murder. Serious charges that had been leveled against her. If the district attorney hadn’t declined to prosecutem, she would be in jail. Realizing a city full to the brim with people wasn’t the place for her, she moved on.

Billie came to settle in Merrock, main. Her savings from fights and her time in the military allowed her to purchase a small farm on significant acreage. It took a few months and quite a bit of money but eventually Danvers Farm was up and running. A working horse ranch, it provides well-trained ranch horses to other farmers and ranchers as well as horses fit for competition in roping, reining, and barrels. The farm is her happy place and while it hasn’t yet turned a profit, she could never imagine giving it up. To supplement her income she’s been working as a boat mechanic. Her days consist of trailering a horse down to the docks and riding along them assisting those who can afford to pay. For more significant work the vessel can be hauled to an outbuilding on her land where she can spend some extra time tinkering with it. She’s now lived in Merrock for six months and the peace of the farm and tranquility of the water have been healing. Billie hasn’t had any more episodes. Still, she remains private and is finding it hard to make connections with how guarded her heart is. As time continues to pass, she secretly hopes to make this community her family.

#merrockbio #sybildanvers #assault tw #mental health tw #ptsd tw #military tw #manslaughter tw #death tw

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descentintohellhqs · 7 months

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THE DESCENT INTO HELL IS EASY and you just took your first steps in the right direction—or were they the wrong ones? to ensure your safety, we provide you with the following checklist. be careful now, the city never sleeps and you never know when your darkest secret will be exposed.

lydia sweeney penned by sunflower.

the faceclaim alycia debnam-carey, and the role of the logan's parabatai, are no longer available for applications.

( alycia debnam carey / 30 / she, her ) — it’s been a while since we’ve seen lydia sweeney in the shadow world. the shadowhunter resides in idris and reminds us of the pop of bubble gum, the taste of blood in your mouth from a sucker punch and the smell of rain. rumor has it that they might have a connection to the clave as shadowhunter and logan starkweather's parabatai, but only time will tell where their loyalties really lie. until then, only one thing is certain : the descent into hell will be easy for the golden girl ( sunflower / 28 / she, her / gmt-5 / tws : none ).

#dih.accept

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redpaintedgolden · 9 months

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Alycia Debnam-Carey’s 11-Step Skin-Care Routine & Bronzed Makeup Look | ...

#adc #alycia debnam carey #clexa #lexa #skincare #the 100

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finclgicls · 9 months

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𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 : tessa evans, late twenties, alycia debnam carey. 𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓 : nanny x dad—tessa was hired to be muse b's live in nanny, and they immediately matched with him and his child, but a few weeks after they were already entangled, she found out muse b was engaged to be married soon and his fiance doesn't like tessa at all. still, they didn't stop fooling around behind her back despite knowing it was a bad idea. now with the wedding looming over their heads, the whole situation is wearing tessa down as she is already in deep, but afraid to leave, despite knowing she should. 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 : dad of the child she cares for. 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 : slice of life. 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐎 : males — must be older than her, but doesn't have to a significant age gap, although it's always welcomed. please, don't like my starters ៸ let me know if you'd like a different muse.

tessa felt restless that night. tossing and turning on the bed after soothing the four-year-old child who clung to her after a nightmare. she felt like she was spreading herself thin, and while she didn't want to demand things she had absolutely no reason whatsoever for demanding, she knew she was approaching her breaking point and it wouldn't be pretty for any party involved. while he was at work, she spent the best part of the day looking at her suitcases, that penthouse felt like a home most of the time, but with the wedding approaching and with him not telling her if he would be doing anything about it, she felt more of a bother in a stranger's house, an actual employee, than part of the family as she had foolishly believing to be. but a crying four-year-old made her change her mind and her plans. despite her problems with their father, she couldn't leave them.

losing another battle with her brain, she got up, wrapping herself in her robe, and went towards the kitchen, reaching for the box of cereal on the top shelf before getting a bowl and some milk. sugar might be the last thing she needed, but aside from prescription medication, she hardly thought anything would help her. she had taken a seat by the time the front door opened and closed, denouncing his arrival at—almost three am. she sighed, feeling her stomach anticipating his approach. her eyes went to him as he entered the kitchen, the air suddenly felt dense. "long day?" she asked before returning her attention to the cereal and putting a spoonful in her mouth. "kid had a nightmare not long before you arrived, i think they're sleeping again now."

#indie rp #indie oc rp #indie smut rp #open starter #( starter ) open.#feel free to request me another character #but i am just using tessa's new fc #( queued things don't die. )

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myriadxofxmuses · 1 year

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GET TO KNOW THE MUN !!

TAGGED BY: @heartxshaped-bruises (😊)

TAGGING: @savagecuhnt, @lunarruled, @thanaredreamtof, @strictlyoc, @seeance, @infinitexkind, @lostxones

✧･ﾟ 𝐃𝐀𝐒𝐇 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄.

NAME: ██████████████

NICKNAME: Mo Mo

FACE CLAIM: Felicia Day, but I don't use a FC much anymore. Amy Less is a close second just because I get compared to her so much.

PRONOUNS: Don’t care honestly

HEIGHT: 5′2

BIRTHDAY: June 26

AESTHETIC: Lazy goth with a sprinkle of grunge and gamer

LAST SONG YOU LISTENED TO: Sweet Emotion

FAVORITE MUSE(S) YOU’VE WRITTEN: Daryl and Ethan. I just love their dynamics.

GET TO KNOW THE ACCOUNT !!

★ ⸻ WHAT INSPIRED YOU TO TAKE THIS MUSE?

While Ethan is currently my favorite muse to write, Emily was my first ever. She has gone thorugh some changes over the years, but I watched Hemlock Grove and stumbled upon the RPC here on Tumblr. I love to write and it seemed like it could be really fun to throw her into a variety of situations and aus. As far as her creation, she just sort of popped up while watching the show. I tend to imagine a lot of 'what ifs' for movies/shows that I enjoy. The muse sort of comes together on their own after that.

★ ⸻ WHAT ARE YOUR FAVORITE ASPECTS OF YOUR CURRENT MUSE?

For Oscar, it's his convictions. For Ofreyja, her spontaneity and almost sickeningly positive outlook on life. For Ethan, his unapologetic sense of self. For Emily, her artistic ability. For Gage, his career. For Silas, his naivety for life - he has big, unguarded heart.

★ ⸻ WHO’S YOUR CURRENT FC?

Ethan : Dylan O’Brien

Ofreyja: Gabriella Wilde

Gage: Cole Sprouse

Silas: Boyd Holbrook

Emily: Emily Rudd

Oscar: Tom Hardy

Sydney: Alycia Debnam-Carey

Ivy: Ana De Armas

★ ⸻ WHAT’S YOUR BIGGEST INSPIRATION WHEN IT COMES TO WRITING?

Weed and music. Also semi-solitude. I don’t like people reading over my shoulder tbh and like to be left alone while I write. I get in the zone and it can be frustrating to be pulled from it in the middle of its peak. XD

★ ⸻ FAVORITE TYPES OF THREADS?

I adore ships and angst. But fluff is a close second.

#heartxshaped-bruises #savagecuhnt #thanaredreadmtof #strictlyoc #seeance #lostxones #lunarruled #infinitexkind #[a fourth wall in a fourth wall is sixteen walls: ooc]

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xoteajays · 2 years

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the mcu rewrite | main ocs

between s.h.i.e.l.d and lock-up, ava booker chose the lesser of two evils. neither were ideal, but at least at s.h.i.e.l.d she could pretend she was doing some good. besides, with a ‘shining’ offer from fury himself, how could she refuse? when she joins the academy though, she wishes she had. it’s noticeable from the first day that she’s not exactly well-liked, especially by her supervisor. there’s little to be done though, the government had never liked vigilante justice, especially when it was being preformed by ‘violent’ mutants. ava didn’t consider herself violent, but sundrian’s track record wasn’t great. after seemingly pushing her supervisor to the edge, he offers a challenge to her so-called ‘skills’: get into the avengers building and back out, with one of their s.h.i.e.l.d security cards in hand. it’s almost too easy for her. however, glory doesn’t last when fury pits her training the avengers; since, quoting her, they were ‘completely unequipped to deal with mutants’.

marie-ange carnahan’s life changed at 16 when her father died. a military man and the only person mar would ever consider her parent. his death upended mar’s life and witnessing it destroyed her older sister, aurore. the sisters spiralled; aurore fell into herself and mar fell into trouble with petty crime. it’s only when she sees how far her sister has fallen into her mental illnesses that mar pulls her head in. she manages to graduate high school and turns her gaze to s.h.i.e.l.d, her father had once spoken highly of the agency. she trains extensively and graduates almost top of her class at the operations academy. she was on a good path, until her diagnosis. a brain tumour, quickly discovered to be inoperable, untreatable. she’d be dead, and her sister would have no one. mar wouldn’t allow it, she wouldn’t go down without a fight. that stubbornness lead her to a follow the quiet whisperings to s.h.i.e.l.d’s labs, to a supersoldier experiment that was just getting legs. she’d be their guinea pig, she’d sign any paper so long as her sister would be cared for in the case of her death. experimentation comes with difficulty, but mar prevails. ‘liberty’, she becomes, though she hates the name. it’s just something of a ‘shame’ that steve rogers is un-iced before she ever debutes.

she cares nothing of heroes, that is what is to be said of ilena strophalos. she was no hero herself but she carried names upon her shoulders, as all the infamous do. she was the moonstone, the crossroad’s queen, hecate’s child. she was blessed with little in the terms of her mother’s magic, but most forgot hecate’s other associations; the moon and graves and night, the crossroads ilena found familiarity in, the dogs nipping at her mother’s heels and the ghosts unseen by other’s eyes. she cares nothing of heroes, but witchcraft is her mother’s right and ilena stands with the sorcerers and witch and mages. when chaos magic comes to life in their realm, ilena finds it essence in the ruins of sokovia. hecate and ilena are no strangers to chthon, and the wielder of his magics must be protected lest they unleash him upon the world. so ilena is given a missions: to search the mystic locals and find chaos’ host, and if she must deal with heroes to do so, then so be it.

oc cast and (pictured) recast: - kim go eun as ava booker / sundrian. - alycia debnam-carey as mar carnahan / liberty maverick. - melissanthi mahut as ilena strophalos / the moonstone. - olga kurylenko as natasha romanoff / black widow. - gratiela brancusi as wanda maximoff / the scarlet witch.

#ocappreciation #fyeahmarvelocs #ochub #mcu oc #team cap #oc: ava booker #oc: mar carnahan #oc: ilena strophalos #i mean ava and mar are team cap #ilena doesnt care about yall shes Busy #lets get this rewrite poppin #ive already got hella recasts done

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the-carlos-cow-eyes · 2 years

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Well, fuck, here's another thing: Why Is It that, most of the time, I hate characters everyone else loves and love characters that everyone else hates?

Because It happens with every movie and show that I like where I get a shit ton of hate for hating a popular character and loving a character that everyone else apparently can't fucking stand

((This Is gonna be a two part post, because I don't want this particular one to be too long, so stay tuned))

Here's a show example, so that I can prove my point: Fear The Walking Dead

Character that I hate whom everyone else absolutely adores: Alicia Clark ((Madison can be shoved In here too, tbh))

Now, before y'all come for me, just hear me out: I don't hate Alicia just to hate her. She's played very well by Alycia Debnam-Carey and this could even go for Lexa In The 100, whom I'm not particularly fond of either. I guess that, with me, Alycia just gets a bad rep for playing characters that I don't like and that's not her fault, because she's an amazing actress. It's just the way that the characters are written and how they make their choices. But this Isn't about Lexa, because good lord, I am NOT going Into the many reasons why I hate Lexa for I do not want a million Clarke and Lexa shippers to come after me, and this Isn't about Alycia Debnam-Carey being a terrible actress, because she Is far from It. This Is about Alicia, so here we go:

I actually used to really like Alicia, but only for a few moments In season one since It was only six episodes. But once I started to see how she was being written and how she treated other characters, such as Chris and even Travis sometimes ((We'll get to them In part two and I will say my piece on how Travis pissed me off at times too)), especially In season two, that's when she really started to piss me off

In season 2, Chris started to become a bit unhinged, and Alicia Immediately demonized him for It. She blew the knife thing out of proportion and told everyone that he threatened her In the living room. I could easily tell that she never trusted him from the jump and never really cared about him. Hell, the only reason she tried to look out for him In the parking garage Is because someone told her to and Chris still ended up protecting her and getting knocked out because of It. Yes, this post Is mainly about how she treated Chris, but I don't fucking care. Nobody seems to give a shit about how she treated him when the apocalypse was clearly taking a toll on his mental health, especially after his mother died. Alicia was a shitty character a lot of the time, but none of y'all are ready for THAT conversation

#anti alicia clark #chris manawa #fear the walking dead

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renegadeclark · 2 years

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݁ . ༝ ̲ᵒ̲ ˑ ⁵ 𝗗̶𝗘̶𝗦̶𝗜̶𝗚̶𝗡̶𝗔̶𝗧̶𝗜̶𝗢̶𝗡̶

‣ 𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾 : Alicia Jasmin Clark

‣ 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗌𝖾𝗌 : Lysh, Leeshy , little Clark.

‣ 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗌 : she/ her

݁ . ༝ ̲ᵒ̲ ˑ ⁵ 𝗣̶𝗛̶𝗬̶𝗦̶𝗜̶𝗤̶𝗨̶𝗘̶

‣ 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄 : 18+

‣ 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗑𝗂𝗈𝗇 : white

‣ 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 : 5”4

‣ 𝗉𝗁𝗒𝗌𝗂𝗊𝗎𝖾 : slim, muscular

‣ 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗄𝖾𝗇 : English

‣ 𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗇𝗂𝖼𝗂𝗍𝗒 : white American

݁ . ༝ ̲ᵒ̲ ˑ ⁵ 𝗔̶𝗙̶𝗙̶𝗜̶𝗟̶𝗜̶𝗔̶𝗧̶𝗜̶𝗢̶𝗡̶𝗦̶

‣ 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗒 : left- liberal

‣ 𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗇𝗆𝖾𝗇�� : chaotic good

‣ 𝗇𝖺𝗍𝖺𝗅 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗍 : N/A

‣ positive 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗍𝗌 : kind, caring, protective, good humour, supportive, strong, fighter.

‣ negative 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗍𝗌 : stubborn, clingy, anger issues, trust issues, extremely sarcastic.

݁ . ༝ ̲ᵒ̲ ˑ ⁵ 𝗥̶𝗢̶𝗠̶𝗔̶𝗡̶𝗖̶𝗘̶

‣ 𝗈𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 : Bisexual

‣ 𝖺𝗏𝖺𝗂𝗅𝖺𝖻𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗒 : unavailable

‣ 𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗇𝗂𝖿𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 : Elyza Lex

݁ . ༝ ̲ᵒ̲ ˑ ⁵ 𝗥̶𝗘̶𝗟̶𝗔̶𝗧̶𝗜̶𝗢̶𝗡̶𝗦̶

‣ 𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 : Madison Clark

‣ 𝖿𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 : Travis (not biological)

‣ 𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 : Nick Clark

݁ . ༝ ̲ᵒ̲ ˑ ⁵ 𝗠̶𝗜̶𝗦̶𝗖̶𝗘̶𝗟̶𝗟̶𝗔̶𝗡̶𝗘̶𝗢̶𝗨̶𝗦̶

‣ 𝖾𝖽𝗎𝖼𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 : Paul r. Williams high school

‣ 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖻𝖺𝗍 : rifle, pistol,and butterfly knife

‣ 𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅 : N/A

‣ 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝗎𝗇𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 : N/A

݁ . ༝ ̲ᵒ̲ ˑ ⁵ 𝗔̶𝗗̶𝗠̶𝗜̶𝗡̶𝗜̶𝗦̶𝗧̶𝗥̶𝗔̶𝗧̶𝗜̶𝗢̶𝗡̶

‣ 𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 : Alysha. F.

‣ 𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾 : The walking dead

‣ 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗆 : alycia debnam carey

Please note that I can't always be online, I'm not ignoring you, just offline. I'll respond to dms and posts once I get online. If we have a current rp, don't worry about a discontinuance, I don't drop a storyline, I just forget sometimes.

Writer has anxiety rl, If I disappear from this site, don't worry about it. I always return. Mainly just distancing to sort myself out before returning.

#alycia debnam carey #alicia clark #rpg #roleplay #ftwd rp

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