Open:m (chara. 25+, Atleast 21+)

open: m (chara. 25+, atleast 21+)

muse: Creylin Tresette Wilder | 27 | sous chef | born: riverside, ca

plot/theme: [full link in source] - on the rocks

It was CREYLIN's parent's anniversary and she couldn't be happier. Especially since she had secretly gotten the intel that her childhood best friend would be in attendance. She caught herself every other moment peering to her parents pearl stained french doors that lead directly to the patio. Why was she so nervous? It's wasn't like she's unfamiliar with what they looked like. However, seeing them the last time before this awakened something in her that she thought died long ago. Without a second passing, she saw her target and briskly made her way to them as they entered with their family. "Greetings all" she danced her fingers under her chin "Thank you all for coming" she beamed, having her smile directed towards them.

god i just wanna plot some terrible toxic relationships. the two are constantly arguing and ready to rip each others throats, fighting turns into fucking, one will make out with other people in front of their partner but it turns their partner on, they can insult each other but god forbid someone else do it and they’ll end up dead, if one wants sex they’re gonna get it even if they other doesn’t want it. bring me your killer gang members, manipulative tyrants, physically abusive assholes, power hungry boss, and i’ll do the same. i wanna indulge in urban settings and poc muses. club life, underground artist, hustlers, gang life. give me all of it!

open: f (chara. 25+, atleast 21+)

muse: Milo Keanu James | 26 | financial analyst; screen director | born: roslyn, ny

plot/theme: marriage is on the rocks, lots so angst, they clash often, marriage is saturated but they both want what they had before

"Oh..go ahead, please" MILO's baritone voice reverberated off the glass rim before he laxed his last sip "make me the bad guy". Admittingly, he thought the whole situation was hilarious. Here he was being blamed..yet again. He figured this time, he couldn't win for losing so he might as well get completely drowned in this Whiskey bottle. Having them come to this point seemed inevitable and he chuckled more to himself at the presentation of it all. He looked upon their sour face as he placed the glass down for another pour. The bottle air between the cap and contents popped the silence between them "What? Don't act like that's not what keeps you sleeping most of these nights?"

open: f (chara. 25+, atleast 21+)

muse: Malik Jeffrey Sevon | 29 | car detailer/artist | born: boston, ma

plot/theme: drunk texting, exs who can't leave each other alone, have moved on but not really..

Another shot rushed down MALIK's throat but this time, this shot should be his last but it wasn't. His skin pulsing with the bass of the music caused him to be on high alert of his section around him. The blue, yellow and purple lights cascaded across the full sea of women taking their photos for their socials. He wasn't interested, his face automatically turning up with disgust. none of them were her. Like electricity to a lightbulb, his fingers signaled at a sensation leading him to pick up his phone out of his back pocket. He must've maneuvered too fast because he shifted quickly between his feet before catching his balance. He still had her number too. He was surprised when he saw the photo that he took of them two years ago still set to her ID. 15 seconds seemed like a lifetime before he typed away his greeting 'I miss you something bad..' was all his fingers would allow him to type. Clicking the phone to black, he quickly tightened his grip on it stewing on what he just did.

Mariah the Scientist ft. 21 Savage - 77 degrees