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#𝐟𝐮𝐧𝐥𝐜𝐧𝐝. sideblog to @roadsidemotels. twenty-one+ only. slice of life, horror, fantasy. taboo + kink free.

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.

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.

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.

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

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.

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. "

open to m !! (21+ only)

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.