#demidevildiva

[palmbleeder]

⁽ ⁴ ⁾ meesh📲 tw chicago

mischa: you might find what you need about your guy over at city hall mischa: apparently mischa: don't think it'd be here in the library but i can look into it. mischa: if it matters.

[kirbyprice]

CLOSED STARTER FOR @demidevildiva

"Fu— Why would you do that?

[gilmorepiper]

CLOSED STARTER FOR @demidevildiva

"I haven't been out like this in forever. I forgot how fun it can be."

[hawkinsromy]

CLOSED STARTER FOR @demidevildiva

"Thanks for picking that up. You've got a friend for life now."

[ortegaesme]

CLOSED STARTER FOR @demidevildiva

"I'm just saying, this might be the greatest mix CD the world had ever seen. Your ears will thank me."

[palmbleeder]

with a huff, szymon moves the last of what's needed of him to and presses his signature white boy smile with effort – a thin line across his lips, as of it say don’t mention it, and he’s amused when she doesn’t seem too keen to do so anyway, what the fuck is formalities between friends, szymon had hoped would be the line of thought here, now or later. “yeah, pizza sounds great. thanks.” a warmer grin came about his expressions just then; an absolute no brainer that he’d want to hang around. “do you really play all these?” fascinated regardless of what she’d say, eyeing the cello of all instruments in particular; seemed the most juno in his eyes or maybe it was just so fucking cool.

Open Starter

"Thank you for helping me move all the instruments, or whatever." Juno said, pressing her lips in what she could only hope looked like an okay smile. "You didn't have too." The help did however make it easier on her the later that it got. She would have spent a good two hours just moving them alone on her own. She didn't always mind it normally which is how she always ended up as the last to leave practice, but for some reason tonight she couldn't stand the deafening silence. "All that's really left is organizing and numbering the music. I'll order us some pizza if you wanna stay a little longer."

[oculiaperticlausi]

apple's place — @demidevildiva

Zekai lays his head on her lap, his eyes focusing on the screen of the television. There was one person on this island he would allow to comfort him like this and it was Apple. It probably helped the two of them have been best friends for as long as he could remember. He places his hand on her knee, brushing his thumb against it. "How are you doing?" He asks softly, lifting his eyes up towards her.

[heartofasoldier]

w/ @demidevildiva — dealer's choice

"You are kidding right? You look hot as all hell in that outfit, so whatever internal monologue is telling you otherwise, ignore it."

[brightstvrlights]

closed for @demidevildiva

"Oh good, you're already here. Maps took me on a ridiculous route to find this place which is hilarious considering where we are."

[oculiaperticlausi]

Atticus raises his head up to find Marcy standing there, clearing his throat. He almost feels embarrassed that it's possible she can tell he actually cried. He shakes his head as he glances over in the direction of where Jake is. "You don't have to do that," he tells her softly.

"Pretend to care." It seems harsh. In his mind it's the truth, the two of them weren't close to being in an actual relationship and it's not like Marcy even liked Daniela. If he hadn't known the blonde the way he did... He probably would be someone who assumed she had something to do with it.

"Don't worry about it, Marc."

@hersuntold

𝙼𝙰𝚁𝙲𝚈 𝙳𝙾𝙴𝚂𝙽'𝚃 𝙺𝙽𝙾𝚆 𝙸𝙵 𝚂𝙷𝙴 𝙷𝙰𝚂 anything to say.. or if she has the right to say anything at all. Her head's a mess; thousand of things swirling around at once and when she sees him, sitting there with tears streaming down his face, it only seems to be worse. Everything in her wants to be there for him, show him that no matter how she felt about Daniela, she'd never wanted her dead. Never wanted his world to come crumbling apart the way it was now. She's seen death up close, been in this very exact spot, so she may not know how he's feeling exactly, but there's an idea. A sort of hurt that she'd never wish upon anyone. Especially not Atticus.

Marcy stands there, waiting, hoping that someone—anyone—would step in and take of them for her. There was a part of her that didn't want to face him, not after everything. Not after their argument. Not after her right with Daniela. The confession she'd heard. Forcing her to come face-to-face with him knowing what she knew, but having no idea how to bring it up. If she could bring it up.

Minutes pass by and despite her better judgement, the blonde made her way towards him but only to stop a couple inches away. Refusing to get too close incase she was one of the last people he wanted around.

‟..You shouldn't be here,” soft words drifting from her as blue hues rest on him, ‟You don't have anyone to take you home?”

[tcintedsvcrets]

@demidevildiva - val

"Go on," he balked, somehow entirely without words, and not at all surprised at the fact he'd caught Valentina skulking around Locke Row. "I've had four calls about someone peeking in windows around here, and I find you." Jake slammed the drivers side door, moving around the front of his car to where she was cuffed to the vehicle itself. "Talk your way out of this one, please."

[gilmorepiper]

Location: Timothy’s Auto and Body Shop Closed Starter: @demidevildiva

"Alright," Piper told her best friend as she wiped her dirty hands on her overalls, closing the hood after making sure all was in order. "You've got a new filter, fresh oil, checked the levels and made sure there were no leaks. You should be all good in around 3,000 miles." One of the many reasons she loved Juno? That girl took care of her car like it was her child. "Anything else you wanted me to check out?"

[plumassieres]

“Oh my God, my grandma is so into beekeeping nowadays, which I love, don't get me wrong, but now I'm too scared to go into our own backyard. I got stung right on my eyebrow once.” Evangeline pointed right at the angled curve of her left brow and grimaced with a toothy wince. “It was excruciating. But the honey totally makes up for it, so you win some, you lose some!” Evie chirped gleefully before stopping at a homemade soap booth, perusing the options. She'd thought about going into a soap making business, but she was cursed with a hypersensitive nose; Evie could easily detect the distinct notes of perfume and human-like scents on a person, but it came with the price of suffering the other end of the spectrum and allergies. “Oh, and by the way, thank you for coming out to the farmer's market with me. You were right—I just needed to clear my head a bit. I'm just so bad at dealing with stress, it's like I forget everything else exists.” + @demidevildiva

[oculiaperticlausi]

Sawyer📱 D

Sawyer: okay, hi Sawyer: i got a weird phone call and i'd like to investigate it Sawyer: and i don't need back up, i just wanted to let you know..

[stigmvtas]

( @demidevildiva; friday night )

they still have trouble walking up stairs, though it's hardly a bother now as they ascend bash's front porch steps; myria never minds when it's bash - always understanding, always waiting. it'd been such a long time since they last spoke - since it felt easy to do so; even in her hospital room, the energy felt different. changed. maybe it was the looming grief overhead - the what ifs, and what could've beens, but it didn't matter now; she's never been one to hold a grudge. the wine bottle clinks against her bracelets, tucked firm into her chest like an infant - neck of the bottle held in support - her entire body one big charm bracelet, from the charms hanging from her shoelaces, to the clutter of necklaces hanging from her neck - even her nails, all stars and gems and swirls. bash could probably hear her coming from a mile away; maybe her visit isn't so much of a surprise as she thinks it is, curled fingers coming to rap against his front door - a deep resistance in her body to not pace the porch and peer into his living room windows, curiously, to see if he's there. "bash?" she calls out, just once, tipping onto her toes to glance through the door's small window - suddenly nervous, suddenly antsy.

[eclvpses]

for: @demidevildiva location: kidd studios

“Hi!” The second Dante opened the door, Frankie practically shouted his salutations in his face. They’d given no warning to the other that they would even be showing up - to his studio no less, Dante was probably busy. But he hadn’t answered his phone fast enough for Frankie’s liking, hadn’t been home. They couldn’t help but panic with everything going on, showing up to the studios and exhaling audibly with relief. “I just - wanted to see you. Actually, I - I texted you. You must’ve - been busy. Sorry to just bust in.” And then, pushing it even further by nudging past Dante, entering his work space like it was Frankie’s own. “Or - um. Not to be mean, just. I’m not all… that sorry. It’s a bad day and you didn’t… text me back, so I - freaked out. I did actually want to see you, though. Is that - okay?”