#c:ivy

[luluabbott]

"Well, looks like you don't need a pretty dress to stand out in a crowd." Lulu complimented when she recognised the woman. "I was going to get myself a drink and something to eat. Would you like to join me? My treat if it incentivises you any more."

@ivypatil

[gwcndolynhawkcs]

"So what are the chances of a new year new start for you, Ivy?" Gwen asked as she sipped comfortably on the cocktail she'd been bought by someone at the bar. Though the interest wasn't returned, it would have been rude of her not to accept the drink. At least that was her excuse. "What's on the horizon for her hm?"

@ivypatil

[red-eft]

2023 renfaire costume, ft. my fish tank :-)

[asherbrcwn]

closed starter - asher & ivy ( @ivypatil​ )

Asher raised his eyebrows at Ivy, looking over at the flower crown stand. “As someone who is deathly allergic to bees, I don’t think that wearing basically like a bee attractor to my head is the smart idea.”

[claytonbaker]

special delivery - @ivymunoz

Clayton walked up to the bar when he spotted Ivy standing there. He leaned up against it as he raised his hand to the bartender to get their attention before his head turned towards the woman standing next to him. “Fancy seein’ you here.” Again. He chuckled as he brushed his tongue along his lower lip. “Although it’s been what... a few months since the last time we ran into each other? I feel like there has to be something new goin’ on in your life.”

[of-myths]

Starter call from this feisty firecracker.

[xesotericconundrumx]

of the little group ivy and lilac got along... the least. they were two very different people, lilac knew that from the moment she met the girl. however if their was one thing that lilac did admire it was ivy’s attitude. she walked with airs that no one else did and that was difficult. still she disagreed with the memoires ordeal. picking actual ivy from her garden, lilac put the finishing touches on a candle that she made for the girl. rocks and a bit of crystal were etched into the wax and she wrapped it up in brown paper. she found ivy and handed her the candle abruptly. “you’re messing with the wrong stuff.”  

@edgcofgreat​ for ivy

[ayy-jayy-siciliani]

"Ivy, come on, you’re not really gonna believe gossip over me, right?” AJ teased as he plopped onto his sister’s couch with a sigh. “I just like hanging out with her. I mean we vibe pretty well, shit’s just chill, you know?” 

@ivysiciliani​

[lola-siciliani]

“Nonna gave me twenty for that Gossip God bet, just so you know,” Lola held up the twenty between her fingers, wiggling her eyebrows at her older sister. “I know what you’re gonna sayyy, but I kinda ship it, even if you guys aren’t dating.”

@ivysiciliani​

[silaslykos]

; what am i now?

@ahorribledecision-really​

'Maybe that last swig for luck wasn't the best idea,' Silas thought, walking to the meeting spot that him and Ivy had agreed on. Something about tonight felt familiar, similar to the day he had swallowed his pride and showed up at the bakery after initially blowing her off. He hadn't felt nervous around her, well, hardly ever. Except maybe that day, and definitely now. 

The hidden flask in his inside jacket pocket felt heavy, beating against his chest as he walked, hands shoved in his pockets, his tipsy state affecting his ability to find her as easily as he usually could. That and all the people celebrating. He was thankful he decided to drink, not only to take the edge off.

The seas parted, and his eyes met hers for the first time in what felt like weeks, and now his heart really was beating fast, adrenaline mixed with alcohol, pushing him forward. Damn, he really had missed her.

"Hey.. hope I didn't keep you waiting long?" He smiled despite everything, a beat before he was picking her up, pulling her into a hug. “I promised, remember?”

[rustysilver]

It took Rusty a few minutes to realise the sound of his phone vibrating loudly against the coffee table wasn’t what had pulled him unwillingly from sleep. He winced against the light streaming through his windows, rolling lazily from the sofa before scrambling to his feet. He ignored his phone, realising almost immediately that whoever was trying to call him was very likely the person knocking loudly and persistently at his front door. He looked down, smoothing the wrinkles on his shirt, ruffling his hair and rubbing tiredly at his eyes. Had he really spent the entire night on the sofa? Clearly. He didn’t feel hungover, but he was definitely in the process of coming down. He tried to remember the previous evening, but his mind was blank, his memory hazy. He wanted desperately to take a pill, to ward off the coming sickness, but a quick search of his pockets told him he didn’t have them on his person and he was already at the door by the time he realised. He could deal with his visitor first, he told himself. Everything was under control. He took a deep breath, making a desperate attempt to compose himself before opening the door, surprised to see Ivy standing in his hall. The last time they had spoken they had fought. In fact, he was fairly certain he was the last person she would ever want to see. Yet here she was. “Is everything okay?” He asked, unable to hide his worry, immediately assuming something was wrong. “Are- are you okay? What’s happened?”

@itsivytaylor

[luluabbott]

"You look like fun. You can come dance with me." Lulu spoke brightly, bouncing around like she had excess energy to spare which was honestly pretty apt. She never really seemed to run out of enthusiasm for anything and the alcohol was making her buzz even more apparant. "Come on sexy lady, there is no way you can be dressed like that just to be stood over here by yourself."

@ivypatil

[theoforestgrayson]

Theo could still feel the tears on his cheeks, clinging to his eyelashes. In fact, some of his hair was tickling his temples where it had become damp and stuck to his skin. He knew immediately who he needed to tell, who he needed to show the letter too. He held it in his hand, carefully folded as though he still wasn’t quite sure it was real. He hurried down to the common room, taking two steps at a time, sniffling slightly as he struggled to regain his composure. Merlin, he wanted the room to be empty, he wanted Ivy to be sitting alone. If she had company, he may just have to drag her to his dorm, not wanting to be so emotional in view of others. He worked so hard to convince everybody he was okay. And he was okay, wasn’t he? Usually... “Ivy-” He called, taking the final step and entering the room. “Ivy? Please tell me you’re here.” @ivy-williamss​

[red-eft]

Desire 4 all the guys u listed >:)

OOOOH thank you for the ask !!! slapped it under a readmore since it got a little lengthy

desire: What's one thing your OC wants more than anything in the world? Are they open with that desire? Why or why not? What would they do to fulfill it?

ruarc: peace. his ultimate desire is to just belong somewhere and to live a content life. he's not open about it. this is mainly because growing up in a noble house, he was raised to always want more.

to want a simple life would be an embarrassment and disappointment, especially considering how he's the only one that could take over house vargoba once his father eventually dies.

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lorne: freedom. at first, his desire is to live freely- not tied to any higher power or bound to others. he wants a total escape from responsibility. this is mostly because he's stuck working as a mercenary and is unable to break his contract.

he's basically the property of others until they decide to release him from servitude, since he has a massive debt he has to pay off. as the story progresses, he realizes he actually wants to be able to dedicate himself to a cause he cares about. he wants to protect others from people like ydrenth.

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ivy: knowledge. if anyone asks her about her desire, she'll be open about it- she wants to see the world. this is a half-truth, though. what she really wants is complete knowledge of dark magic so that she can find a way to cure fiensal's curse*. but to find this knowledge, she has to travel far and wide, which she really does enjoy. ivy becomes pretty worldly and genuinely loves going to new places. fun fact, it's how she first met lorne, though they didn't become friends until a while later :-)

*- his disease isn't really a curse- it's actually a disease caused by dark magic overexposure, which elves are particularly vulnerable to. currently, there's no way to reverse or even slow the progress of the disease.

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fiensal: justice. his desire is to track down ydrenth and basically wipe her from the face of the planet. he's experienced how she behaves and harms others firsthand and knows how much of a threat she is to the world. if she ever rose to power and found a way to control a city or country, the consequences would be dire. he wants to put her down for the greater good.

that's what fiensal tells himself, anyways. but sometimes he wonders if it's really just because he wants revenge for the hell she put him through when he was her apprentice.

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ydrenth: control. she was once a wealthy, highly-regarded researcher. she helped develop more and more efficient ways to harness magic as it was before the apocalypse (very faint and difficult to use for anything). her research led to increased development in the field and then the apocalypse from all that harnessed magic suddenly snapping loose in one moment. ydrenth survived the apocalypse and watched the world she helped control dissolve in an instant.

she wants that power back no matter what the cost is. since it's such a strong desire, she's pretty open about it, and would give anything to have it fulfilled. there's not much more she can give, though- her humanity and morals are already completely gone.

[holdenwoodz]

@ivyleagves

holden had always prided himself upon a high pain tolerance. his body had become a battlefield of wounds, littered with scars from sports, fights, and general clumsiness. he’d spent a great deal of his youth falling out of trees, and skinning knees so hurt was a sensation that he’d been well acquainted with… or so he had thought. daisey’s murder had been torturous in its own right, the killer taunting him and his friends with the sins of their past but it had been, for the most part, bearable. all thirty of them buckled down and prepared to deal with their wrongdoings whenever that fate was meant to be thrusted upon them. but it seems the extent of their tolerance was merely being tested for the worst. if he was being truthful, he couldn’t remember the last thing he’d even said to libby. their exchanges had been at a minimum ever since he’d caught her in the midst of a bare embrace with his best friend. holden was furious to say the least, and had taken the past few weeks to allow his indignation to silently expand. all he was sure of was the last thing he’d say to libby had been unkind, and now he was unsure if he’d ever be able to make things right again… because the truth of the matter was, she might not be able to forgive. she might be dead.

the weight of his grief sent him straight to the bottle, a source of solace, a place in which he could numb the sting of his guilt. he’d shown up to ivy’s room hours before the search, wordless and weary. it was almost a comfort that the look of misery in himself matched the one ivy wore, welcoming him in as the pair of them passed a strong concoction of liquor, hoping for it to transform into a potion that would melt away their worries. nevertheless, it amped them up enough to get them to the search at all, coats lined with flasks as they clung to each others hands for both balance and consolation. if they others knew the two were intoxicated on more than their own torment, no one let it on, and for that they were grateful.

pretty soon it was just them, the crisp autumnal air, and the trees. rummaging through his coat holden produced his silver flask, his name etched into the side. a christmas gift given to him by his father finally being put to good use. if only he was christening it for a more lighthearted occasion. “ladies first,” holden offered words already dragging on as he passed the container off his to his partner. “if we’re fuckin’ plastered enough, stumbling on a dead body won’t be as scary, y’know? so we gotta… load up,” he garbled, forcing a grim smile as he gestured to huge wide world around them.

[claytonbaker]

special delivery - @ivymunoz

Clayton sat next to Ivy at one of the picnic tables by the food trucks, listening to her fill him in about what has been going on in her life. “Wait... You got stood up at a bar, met another guy and brought up blow jobs? Are you insane?” He laughed when she reached over to give him a smack on the shoulder, shaking his head as he tilted it down to look at his tacos. “Hey, you could have put too much into that guy’s head... gave him some false hope.”