Becoming Something New

the only way twyla's hair stayed semi-respectable was twisted in a long braid down her back. she always kept it that way unless she was bathing. even now as she wakes up, the blonde braid remains with frizzy locks coming out of the plaits. twyla's eyes stay closed as a smile makes its way onto her face. "maybe 'm just lettin' you do all the work," she mutters, voice still deep with sleep. her eyes open as she sits up, the soreness in her back flaring up. "are we late for a special occasion?" twyla smacks her lips, her mouth feeling dry. "did ya make any coffee yet?"

She was a lovely looking woman who made a lot of men let their guard down. Made it real easy for the gang to catch people with their pants down and rob ‘em blind.  Of course, that hadn’t worked this time around, but setbacks were just one of those things you had to expect sooner or later and make sure you had an exit plan ready. They all made it out, which was all one could be thankful for. But now he had to deal with the mouthy blonde who was even more sassy when she didn’t get a good night of sleep in a soft bed. 

open starter m/f/nb plot idea: y/m and felix's parents are close friends - and they would love if they got together (maybe they have history? maybe their best friends? open to ideas! starting them attending another family friend's wedding perhaps they are both in the wedding party??)

Weddings were always so awkward; Waverly couldn’t understand why old people loved them so much. You had to look nice, but not prettier than the bride. You had to bring a nice gift off a list of expensive things that would never be used. You had to be social with people who you hadn’t seen in ages but who felt entitled enough to ask you deeply personal questions about your life. Most awkward of all was being seated next to the guy that seemingly everyone was pushing you towards. It wasn’t that she didn’t like Felix; he was a good man, and never pushy, but the pressure everyone put on them was always so off-putting. All she could do was nod along. “Pretty sure my mom already has a dress and venue picked out. That and a script about how she was right and always knew, blah blah blah…” 

open   to   m   /   f   /   nb

"Wow. Pot, meet kettle." Felix chuckled. He was a nepo baby, it was true. He felt comfortable around famous people and on sets having grown up there. Being known on the inside made things easier, it was true, but that didn't mean he was lazy or untalented. But Devika had seemingly made up her mind about him before even getting to know him, and he was thick skinned enough not to mind and a good enough actor to play the part she gifted him.

No lights or signs? Theo's face pinched faster than he could fully register what the woman was saying. What kind of town doesn't have streetlights and signs? He'd visited small towns in North America - in fact, Philadelphia was surrounded by nothing but little Amish towns. Last he could see … with his own two eyes … this wasn't an Amish town.

Glory wrung her hands when she was nervous. It was an obvious tell that she had always hated, but she wasn’t supposed to be in this position. He looked rightfully confused; she could see the suspicion in his eyes and the gears turning in his mind. He was obviously a smart man and wasn’t buying her nice act. Glory was nice, of course, but there was normal nice and that saccharine nice that tiptoed around the uncanny valley and would trigger anyone with sense to feel uneasy.

@frecklcfaced continued from here! / thank you!!

Waverly gnawed at her lip as she waited, feeling awkward about interrupting, but that wasn’t enough to override her hatred for Uber. She missed the comfort of her own car and the control that came with it and more than that she missed driving. “Sorry if I came here too early — they just said today.” She shrugged.

* 𓅪 ─── 𝓛. 𝐺. 𝐵. now how she got tangled up with this bunch, the feisty bird didn't know... one thing led into another when she didn't mean to be caught with them robbing a bank but it ended up being too late to get herself out of that situation before being framed with them so she had to roll with them. and even worse, couldn't stand not a single one of 'em, especially this one she's woken up to. he was mouthing either her or someone else while the sun burned her eyes after getting little sleep and wasn't up for letting it pass by that easily either way. sleep's still hanging in her voice & lack of it is having her real irritable bright and too early. "hope you ain't speakin' to me with a mouth like that. can find you a bar of soap to wash that out real quick." well soap might be out of reach, but her fists ain't. "'sides that... are we really lazy? or are you just that greedy. can't imagine why the hell you're awake already."

A smirk curled at the right corner Abe’s lip at her response. She had a mouth on herself and was no delicate flower, but that was needed when you rode with outlaws. Still, even though she wasn’t soft, he still found amusement in teasing her. “ Oh now pardon me, Miss Lucy; you see I meant everyone here but you. I would never dream of disrespectin’ a lady such as yourself.” he snickered. It was met with snickered from the posse, but not many. They truly didn’t disrespect women. Most of them were sons of unwed women, grew up in a brothel, or were downright whores themselves. Abe was an exception, but he didn’t need to be raised around women to know to respect one.

open to : f / nb ( 30+, fcoc preferred , trans muses welcomed ! ) muse : carter moore. heterosexual. he / him. plot : jameson and your muse are about to finalize their divorce ... but what if either one or both are second guessing ? * please do not like my starter !

open to: anyone! ( male for romance! females for friends! ) plot: your muse's car is at indigo's shop and well, she's taking her time.