STAND ALONE

open to: anyone !! plot: ace is the walking stereotype of the jock in horror movies, and he gets away with everything being the star football player with a scholarship come graduation.

     “oh c’mon, what adelaide doesn’t know won’t kill her.” his voice is distracted, gaze flickering over the writhing, undulating bodies swaying to the trashy music. it’s the night before the six of them are meant to head up to the old cabin in the woods arthur’s great uncle owns ( or was it amber’s grandparents ? ). he’s looking forward to it, no doubt about that, but ace wants a little taste of something else before he’s holed up with his friends for the entire weekend.

tw: stalking, possible kidnapping, sociopathic tendencies, obsession.

MEET PARK KUN

a recently released convict who currently works as a convenience store worker. He was in jail for aggravated assault after his last victim rejected his advances and he got pissed about it. He has a twin brother who he is estranged from and is basically on his own. He is 26 years old. 

THE GIST OF THE PLOT

so basically I just want someone to be his new obsession tbh?? male or female doesn’t matter and this plot is open to two more slots ( as one slot is already taken )! we can discuss the details but I don’t know if you’ve ever seen the netflix special You but I want it to go a lot like that -- he sees them in his store and becomes immediately obsessed with them. 

he’s going to start inserting himself into their life all while casually following their every move, giving them nice gifts, and getting rid of anyone he sees as competition. he just wants to experience ‘love’ even though he is highly incapable of doing it himself -- he’ll introduce himself as his twin brother park gun only to keep his record away from their eyes ( though his brother is an adult video actor so theres that ) and it’ll just be very dark and very bad. 

open to: males plot: quinn is seething with jealousy, because he caught your muse flirting with someone else. insert possessive bitch trigger warning. connection: secret boyfriend ( he’s closeted ) or ex-boyfriend.

“do you think this is easy for me? to watch you flirt all night with those fucking losers?” quinn scowls, squeezing words out between gritted teeth. “did you do it on purpose? was your goal to get a rise out of me or something?” he didn’t know why he felt the need to ask, because they were always like this, always looking for a way to drive him crazy. “you’re fucking mine, alright? you’re mine.” quinn grasps his wrists in one hand, pulls them above his head and pins them roughly against the wall. “do you need me to prove it to you? is that it?” 

MUSE: ash min, criminal in a renowned gang, really good at robbing banks OPEN: m/f/nb PROMPT: wolf pupy sentence starters, your muse is a civilian caught in a hostage situation or a member of the same gang in charge of the heist

ASH  WOULDN’T  SAY  TRAUMATIZING  PEOPLE  IS  FUN,  but  it  sure  beats  sitting  around  the  warehouse  waiting  for  something  interesting  to  happen.    he  looks  way  too  comfortable  with  a  gun  held  lazily  by  his  hip,  crouching  down  and  looking  into  the  eyes  of  each  person  who’d  just  wanted  to  make  an  easy  stop  at  their  bank.    “ no  whispering,  over  there.    you  wouldn’t  want  to  upset  the  man  with  the  gun,  would  you?    there’s  no  telling  what  i  could  do  with  this  thing.    and  in  a  way ,  aren’t  we  all  responsible  for  my  actions? ”

Dongsoo was not expecting anything, just the same generic kind of procedure. This was why he didn’t even look at the woman who has entered the room. For a moment, his thoughts drifted far away, but as soon as he heard the voice, Dongsoo froze right away. He didn’t really know what to do because if anything, then he would recognize this one voice. It wasn’t exactly the same anymore as in his childhood, but his hearing was still incredibly good. Slowly, Dongsoo turned his head to face the young woman, but as expected, the face wasn’t suiting the image he had in his mind. This couldn’t be the same voice from his past, could it? Why was nothing really looking like he has pictured it?

❝ March 13, 1988, ❞  Dongsoo answered in almost a mechanic manner. Usually, he would make snarky comments about her having to check his file and what not, but he was so taken aback that he couldn’t do something like that. And if she was really the person from his past, then he couldn’t snap at her like that, he just couldn’t. She has been the only pure light in his dark life.  ❝ Yes, it’s only…the dryness. It always feels like I have sand in my eyes. ❞  He shook his head and sighed a little bit.  ❝ The eye drops have not been working, no. ❞  At her request, he looked up, trying not to look into her face. He just couldn’t do that. He wanted to listen to her voice instead. After looking up, he looked down, to the right and to the left.  ❝ Like that? Are you new here? I have never seen you around. ❞

She offers a content smile when he answers her — she’s heard rumors of his difficult behavior. It’s off set by his wealth, they say but it’s not Asta’s place to judge one human or another. She’s seen enough different behavior over her years to not be surprised by any one person or any one thing. So she takes this with a grain of salt and instead listens to his complaints and nods a little, humming some as she does. “I suppose I could tell you that’s to be expected considering what led you here but it’s not helpful and annoying.” she admits, lips pressed a little as she watches the movement of his eyes critically. “It’ll probably never go away — as much as we’ve advanced science, there’s still a lot left to be desired.” it’s an honest assessment and the magics that she has are not very helpful in easing discomfort. 

it’s a sinister magic that she has held in reserve that she does not use but there had been a time once in her past that she might. “I figured as much, the ones they’re giving you are pretty shit.” Asta admits as she gently presses her fingers around the bones of his eye socket as she tries to rack her brain for a better alternative. “I’ve got some I want you to try, do you want to put them in yourself or have me do it?” Her question is made with his comfort in mind but it really goes along with the fact that she’s noticed he’s avoided looking at her more often than not. Is it a habit of his? “Kind of, kind of not. I’ve been away in Syria for the last half year, I work part time here and part time in war torn countries trying to tend to the injured.” 

open to: m/f/nb connection: anyone kyu may have known/dated/hungout with before he got sober

                  it’s a scoff that first falls from his lips when he realizes just who is occupying the spot at his kitchen table. paranoia being released and replaced with annoyance, hand coming up to push raggedy locks from his eyes. this goes to show how much he’s gotten comfortable with his life of sobriety; the one he took on to forget the late nights in sketchy bars, ones that left him with an empty wallet and the desire to start another ‘late night’ at nine in the morning. hand bracing himself against the kitchen doorway, kyu slips his shoe off before making his way towards the fridge. whatever reason they’re here for is unknown right now, and it’s more than likely that he’ll keep it that way. grabbing a water bottle, the brunette finally moves to sit across from them… situated on the seat with the back against his chest. finally taking in their appearance, a curtish chuckle escapes his petals as he takes a sip of his drink.   ❝ how fucking high are you? ❞