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brought back an old oc :)
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Everyone's afraid of you, you know? But, like... I'm not.
Sophia had enough. She had been trying to keep up with his bullshit for way longer than she should have and she needed to prove a point. Which was to leave him. Maybe just for now, or for good. Either way, she needed to get out.
The petite blonde wore a white ruffled dress that was short enough to reveal some of her toned thighs, and some brown cowboy boots underneath.While still yelling at the man, she was pacing out of the bar and wiping her eyes. "Fuck off." - she had said, middle finger in the sky as she paced towards the parking lot. Sophia moved her sunglasses from her head to shove them on her face and she glanced around desperately - hoping someone would be able to give her a ride. Her eyes soon landed on Denali. Having no clue on who she was, Sophia walked towards her and tilted her head aside, flashing her a small and hopeful smile. "Is there any chance you're going somewhere far away from here, and have a spare seat to drop me off wherever you're going?" she started. "I have cash, I'll be quiet along the way and I can get you snacks, I just really want to get out of here. Please?"
DENALI'S EYES FLICKED TO THE BAR where business went on as usual - the bikers shouted and laughed and the old rock music blasted. it was like the screaming match between sophia and denali's dad hadn't even happened. a small group of bikers stood outside the bar, already eyeing up sophia now that she was ' free ' to take. denali sucked her teeth and looked back at her. " ask one of them. " she pointed at the men watching with her thumb. " or they got a payphone in there. just look real cute and somebody'll pay for you. "

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IT WAS A STUPID THING TO DO - malcolm knew that - but he couldn’t resist. it’ll only be for one night. he told himself. then i’ll stay away…at least for a while. he thought nobody would notice him, anyway - he excitement of the county fair would be too exciting... it was an interesting feeling, the sadness he felt hearing the sounds of the fair when those same sounds used to symbolize the happiness and freedom of summer. even as he walked through the crowds, it somehow felt like he wasn’t there - like he was in a dream or something.
he tried not to dwell on the things he couldn’t ever have again - like a family, friends, a childhood, a lover…or a REAL life - but being home made it hard to resist. he was so in his head that he made eye contact with somebody who would’ve otherwise made him run back to the safety of his truck before they could even look at him. but once he saw that dangerous look of familiarity in their eyes, he knew he’d made a mistake. so when a clown wheeling a cart of cotton candy passed in front of him, he took the chance to dart into the shadows behind the booths.
open to all !! ( 40+ only - can be platonic or romantic)
malcolm levy. he/him. 25. bisexual. 6'1. nomad. musician. unknown immortal creature. pinterest board.
plot: malcolm and your muse were best friends until he went missing when he was twenty-five !! ofc ur muse didn't know...but he was turned into an immortal creature somehow ?? anyways...he eats ppl and travels around bc he cant stay anywhere long or he'll be suspicious but rn your muse is wondering why this stranger looks like their friend did back then
HIS TASTE IN WOMEN NEVER seemed to change no matter how old he got. he liked 'em small and slutty, with shorts so high up their ass-cheeks hung out. he was a big man, and denali guessed that he liked girl who made him feel bigger. too bad for them that he liked to trade them out every few months. and with how denali's trips home spaced out, that meant there was a brand new girl sleeping in her dad's bed every time she came home. it wasn't that denali didn't like her family, it was just that it was easier to like them when she was far away. plus, it always seemed like his girlfriends didn't like her. but that was okay - denali didn't like them either.
denali was leaned against her her truck, waiting for her dad and the girl to be finished with another fight when she saw the little thing storm out of the bar, duffel bag in hand and cheeks stained black with mascara. through her sunglasses, denali watched the girl over the newspaper in her hands, wondering what her plan was. but then their eyes met, and denali wished she'd left and called her dad at the next gas station.
open to w (22-23 y/o)
denali copeland. she/her. 29. bisexual. 6'0. biker gang princess. photographer. pinterest board.
plot: your muse - the slutty gf of denali's father - just had a fight w him and wants a ride from denali so cue the roadtrip sequence (universe where they don't have cell phones ig ??)
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IF YOU ASKED HER PARENTS, the late-night scary movies and goosebumps had left madison with ‘ brainrot ’ that made her suspicious that anybody on the street could be some sort of supernatural or extraterrestrial animal, being, or …thing. whenever she found somebody else to build theories on, she said it was ‘ real this time !!! ’ - abandoning the confidence she once had for her previous victims.
her new ‘ victim ’ was the man who moved in nextdoor (alone !! why the fuck did he need a place with four rooms he if he lived alone ??). she was eating cereal on the porch when the sound of his garage opening perked her ears. madison looked up to see him tearing into boxes and downed the fruity, pink milk, put the bowl on a step, and walked across the street and up his driveway.
" hi !! " she called out louder than she needed to. " do you need help ?? " she asked, already walking around to look at the stacks of boxes. " what's your name ?? mine's madison - i live across the street. "
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madison njoku. she/her. 26. lesbian. 5'6. stage manager. pinterest board.
plot: madison is CONVINCED ur muse (her new neighbor) is a werewolf, vampire, etc. - and maybe he actually is ??? but either way i’m obsessed w her hanging around this cold, angry older guy and being like “we’re best friends !!!” and he thinks she’s annoying and shit he still lets her be around him (and she def does shit like barge into his house) and i think it’d be a funny lil friendship

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HER FRESHLY WASHED HAIR WAS STILL dribbling water onto the thin fabric of her tank top when their eyes fluttered open. frenchie was sitting backward on a chair right in front of the one they were tied to, chin resting on her arms that were folded over the backrest. she watched as their eyes moved around in confusion before they finally stopped on her face. “ fuckin’ finally !! ” she rolled her eyes playfully. “ geez !! ” she let out a snort as she extended her index finger to poke the gag she’d tied around their mouth, forcing it agape. “ i’m sure this feels real uncomfortable - ” she observed “ - and i’ll take it off you...but you gotta promise me something. ” the smile on her face wiped away. “ you gotta promise you’ll keep your fuckin’ mouth SHUT. ”
open to m (21+ only - age gaps welcome)
frenchie welch. she/her. 26. bisexual. 5'11. unemployed. serial killer. cannibal (thread dependent). pinterest board.
plot: frenchie lives in a female-dominated household of serial killers (think texas chainsaw massacre but maybe not c*nnibals) who are notoriously known for being weird and live on the outskirts of town and she has your muse trapped in the cellar...anyway her letting him go so she can chase him and then cue her straddling him while holding and ax over her head
connections: stranger passing through town she wants to kill just because, somebody who lives in town who she’s trying to get revenge on bc they made fun of her when they were kids, little loser nerdy boy (works at a general store she's always loitering at ??) who maybe has a crush on her, somebody who was being a jackass to her in town for some reason - (any of these connections except the coworker or nerdy boy can be a serial k*ller or criminal too btw !!)
SUMMER HIRES USUALLY CONSISTED of the teenage and college student vacationers that needed money (or they were kids of vacationer's whose parents wanted them out of their rentals). but sometimes - unfortunately - chrysanthemum would find herself working with people she grew up with. heir town wasn't a small town, but it wasn't like a city - it was big enough that it was surprising to see people you used to see everyday. but she'd trade this shit for the ex-football players that always wanted to know about their future love life (aka... if they were getting lucky with a slutty college girl before the summer ended).
chrysanthemum followed her ex best friend's movements with her eyes, the blue of her irises standing out again the black eyeliner smeared around them. their flirting techniques hadn't changed since high school (men were stupid at any age), and it wasn't long before the other was walking away with his eyes on her ass.
she gave the other a few minutes to get back to their station before she was sneaking up behind them. " i wouldn't bother with him if i were you. "
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chrysanthemum fowler. she/her. 24. bisexual. psychic and medium. community theatre pianist. clerk at her family's bed and breakfast. psychic at a pier. writer. pinterest board.
plot: chrysanthemum and your muse used to be best friends until high school when ur muse became hot and popular and stopped talking to chrysanthemum bc she's a weirdo but !! need the mean slut + weird girl who knows her secrets dynamic !! anyways.... ur muse flirting with everybody and trying to get the attention of a guy who works at the park (older or their age) and idk... maybe chrysanthemum has a crush on him and ur muse calls her out on it ?? u can decide tho (u can also decide if ur muse thinks her abilities are bullshit)
HE HAD A CRUSH ON REBECCA HAYWOOD, but she didn't need to channel the other side - or use her spot as rebecca's ex-best friend - to figure that out. even when they were kids, rebecca was the girl everybody had a crush on, with her shiny blonde hair that smelled like strawberries. and now, with her big boobs and blowjob lips, she was damned to be lusted after by all.
" she doesn't like you. " his jump told her he hadn't heard her sneak up behind him, through the back of the balloon dart booth, ripping his eyes away from rebecca's cleavage. " she flirts with everybody - " she walked up beside him, chiffon clad arms folded over her chest " - she just feels bad for you 'cause she thinks you're a virgin who needs the confidence. but she does like it when you look at her boobs 'cause she knows you probably jerk off to 'em. "
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chrysanthemum fowler. she/her. 25. bisexual. psychic and medium. community theatre pianist. clerk at her family's bed and breakfast. psychic at a pier. writer. pinterest board.
plot: your muse got a job at the pier chrysanthemum works as a fortune teller at for the summer - it's been a couple weeks and they haven't talked yet but she's always staring at him !! anyways he's like... you're rly fucking weird but he likes it (and idk if he's younger it might be kinda cute that he kinda starts to like her !! eeee !!)
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the shaking hand that reached out clasped his arm once more. solid beneath her grip. alive, in a way that wasn't possible. oh, god, jo had actually lost it. she'd gone crazy. certified insane. and yet- still, she didn't care. instead, emotions surged, resentment and frustration and belated glee, shock, desperation- " go where, malcolm? are you dead? do you want me to follow you that way, take my life to find you again? don't leave me. i won't let you. " each word came out with further urgency, hissing between her teeth as nails dug crescents into his arm. would he bleed if she held tight enough? could he bleed? " no. no. no. you're not leaving again. not until you tell me why. "
" MALCOLM... ?? " HE TRAILED OFF, SHAKING his head like she was calling him something that wasn't his name. his body jolted when she grabbed him again. he stayed silent. what could he say ?? he knew he shouldn't tell her the truth, but what else could he do ?? he'd never been in this situation before and he wished he wasn't in it now. he winced as her fingers dug into him and tried to pull his arm away. " i'm not malcolm... " he lied, eyes darting from his fee to her face.
" daaamn- who took a piss in your cornflakes? " riker chuckled, the alcohol on his breath like a cloud as he pushed back up from the counter, a little sloppy on his feet as he drew up to his full height. an exaggerated glance was cast around the otherwise empty gas station. " i don't even see your boss here. you always do what you're told, or somethin'? " another snort from his buddy behind him was all the encouragement that riker needed to press further. always looking for trouble, always poking his nose where it didn't belong... " you always a good boy? "
ah, leave the kid alone, ry. it was the quieter of the trio, shooting a remorseful look to the cashier, before snagging the drinks from the counter as riker reached for his wallet with a roll of eyes. " whatever. gimme some scratch offs, a pack of smokes. pall malls. "
HE WAS USED TO THE STENCH OF ALCOHOL on hot breath by now. it all came back like he'd never left this stupid job. " yeah, but... " he trailed off with a sigh " ...whatever. " with these kinds of guys, he always had to let them do whatever they want. the faster they got out, the better. ellis ignored the ' good boy ' comment and glanced back at the wall of lottery tickets and cigarette packs. " which ones ?? "