MOTHER'S DAUGHTER.

suggested connections: babysitter, kid’s teacher, parent of kid’s classmate, ex wife, daughter of rival gang leader, one of his employees (escort, drug runner, etc), anything you could think of that’s not vanilla. 

about elvis: the city’s largest crime lord, who also has two kids with a very sweet ex wife, part of the pta, and no one knows the wiser.

with his phone in his hand, elvis fell back into bed. scrolling through his contacts, his thumb hovered over their name. god, he shouldn’t ... right? there was no reason he should, but he just put the kids to bed and went upstairs so he could finally get some rest. but there was something in him that wanted to. he started a new message, and then began to type.

               elvis: you up right now?                elvis: bout to get some sleep, but couldn’t stop thinking                about how nice your ass looked today.                elvis: you ever back that up, or are you too busy fending                off ever person that’s ever laid eyes on you?

LAUREL: shut the fuck up!!!! i just hex playfully LAUREL: the three deaths are possibly correlated to my hexing BUT it doesn’t mean i’m KILLING them LAUREL: and penelope wasn’t nice, she sucked. i stalked her instagram LAUREL: disguising yourself as what, exactly? LAUREL: any glamour you use i’ll just be able to see through bc i’m the witch you won’t date, asshole

open starter: open to f/m/nb. significant other, fwb, best friend. she can either be actually a witch like she is in her usual verse or just witchy and weird like she is in her human verse.

LAUREL: hey, jsyk i put a hex on your ex while i was drunk last night LAUREL: so if they end up dead, i mean i guess… my bad? LAUREL: happy valentine’s day!

       they had to have gotten away with it, right? she did everything that she needed to do to make sure that it seemed like it was self defense — especially since she had a witness. the plan had been in the works for years, and it started with the photographs of bruises and recordings of him yelling at her. and because she knew his lawyers would make her look like the villain in the marriage… it had to end this way. the two of them told him of their affair, and he was angry… very angry. she hurt his ego in the worst way possible, so the minute he came after her and she did what she could. unfortunately it was bloodier that she had wanted it to be… but that was fine. blood didn’t matter to her, because she had gotten away with it.

open to: f/m/nb. plot: your muse is an old high school bully that used to tease before she ‘dropped out’ and did homeschooling. they’ve been recently interacting with her on social media (liking & retweeting things) and after not seeing each other in five or six years, maggie sends this....