myself .. ~ ✴︎ girlie in her early 20s era, decent (I've been told), long-term writer, will match length; ✴︎ i'm a slut for ooc talk. don't be weird though; adv. lit, multi-para; ✴︎ peep my tumblr for inspo!!! {nsfw!}; kink-list; ✴︎ i'm a big planner girlie, i don't really like jumping straight into the action ✴︎ you are encouraged to bother me until i reply; ✴︎ i can be kinda quirky with my replies, but i'll get to you at least twice a week, most likely more; ✴︎ i'm more into kinda campy and light-hearted ideas with a healthy mix of smut and story; i will jump into a dark and 95-percent-story-forward thingy if the idea is good though!
She woke up with a throbbing headache, rope burns on her wrists and ankles, and debilitating pain on the left side of her neck. Strangely, though the room was illuminated only by the moonlight, she could see every minute detail of everything around her. Panicked, she looked at the strange, sitting in a chair on the other side of the dingy motel room, carefully watching her with his red-glowing eyes and smoking a cigarette. He stood up and opened his mouth to speak when 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 burst through the wall behind him and turned him into red mush with as much ease as a human would have squished a bug.
A few hours later, her head started hurting from the avalanche of information. She was sitting in the lobby of a run-down theatre, alone after just having been properly inducted into one of the seven Clans of the Camarilla. The last words of her savior resonated in her head: "we gave you life. It's up to you to survive"
She never used to have time for dating; there was always something to do at work, some hobby she hadn't yet tried, some movie she hadn't yet watched. But then, 𝕙𝕖 approached her at a bar. A few days later, 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕘𝕦𝕪 did. She knew she had to decide, pick one, and follow her heart, but... sometimes the heart wants it all. She thought she was doing a good job making it seem to each of them like they were the only ones.
Then she found out they were roommates. And, y'know, roommates talk. When they made a group chat with all three of them, she was sure that was the end of her dating career with both of them. A few train emojis later, she wasn't so sure anymore...
She had done it many times before—it was just a simple, invited lecture. Go there, stand in front of the group of disinterested 19-year-old frat guys, and explain to them some random topic from her workplace. Nothing had happened.
Except one of them, somehow, got her number from her after. And, that evening, started sending her some 𝕤𝕦𝕘𝕘𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕖 stuff; stuff she hadn't even thought about since her divorce. Admittedly, he did have a nice body—he was the captain of the football team, apparently. Maybe it'd be worth it to meet up with him, even though he was half her age...
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ᴍᴏᴅᴇʀɴ: two college students get, accidentally, hired to house-sit the same house. not wanting to fire either of them, the owners decide just to hire both of them and let them live together for the 2 weeks ᴄʏʙᴇʀᴘᴜɴᴋ: the bored wife of an ultra-rich billionaire finds a new lover ᴄʏʙᴇʀᴘᴜɴᴋ: a corpo woman, kidnapped by scavs, and accidentally saved by an unfortunate merc. ꜰᴀɴᴛᴀꜱʏ: MC's a famous ex-hero who once saved the day from almost certain doom. or at least that's the part everyone remembers. Truth be told, she was just a useless coward, though a part of the squad of heroes who saved the day, who survived. now, as the great evil once again rises, she's sought again, but she cares more about not revealing the truth than the fate of the world. ꜰᴀɴᴛᴀꜱʏ: a witch captured by a witch hunter managed to convince him that she could be useful in further investigation to stay her execution. can she convince him to spare her, provided she remains useful?
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