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30. she/her. cst timezone. minors dni. sporadic activity. please don’t reply to my threads with double or triple spaced formatting <3
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be kind!below the cut are some new muses and muses i had before that i’d love more stuff for !! i listed some plot points down below but honestly up for any and all the things. will come to you for starter preference and plots !
open to: f/nb ( 21+ )
plot: dahlia comes to your muses rescue from some skeevy dude at a bar or a club. ( most likely ) strangers. dahlia is an exotic dancer, lesbian werewolf, and a secret s.erial killer of shitty dudes.
dahlia can smell a fucking creep from a mile away. maybe it came with the territory. but, she saw the over imposing douchebag at the bar — clearly not getting the hint from the person he was talking to that they weren't into it. hazel eyes narrow, before she begins marching towards the pair. immediately putting herself between the male and the person he was harassing, showing zero fear. ❛ woah, dollface, he bothering you? ❜ the brunette doesn't wait for an answer, turning on the male next to them. ❛ hey, news flash, loser — they don't want to fuckin' talk to you. ❜ when the man doesn't scurry off immediately, she points one manicured finger at the male. ❛ fuckin' beat it, before i stick my stiletto down your throat. go! ❜ once he finally slinks away, dahlia sighs heavily. ❛ so sorry you had to deal with that fuckhead, sweetheart. the audacity of these weirdos. ❜ she rests one hand on the others arm, giving a charming smile. ❛ let me buy ya a drink? just to settle your nerves. ❜
god, was it asshole day or something? saffron groaned outloud at the blatant disrespect and misogyny flowing from this man’s mouth. she’d been two seconds away from running to the door, her night already having taken a really bad turn with the abrupt exit of her now-ex-boyfriend when she refused to give him a handjob in the bathrooms. as soon as he’d left, the male stranger had taken his place and saffron was ready to scream. she felt cornered, incredibly boxed in by his close proximity and her hands had begun to sweat as she searched with her eyes someone or something that might be able to help her get away. she didn’t easily feel like she could leave and feared that he might stop her if she pushed her way through - she didn’t want his hands anywhere near her. thank god for the angel who had come to her rescue. normally, she wouldn’t have needed it but her nerves were already frazzled and she’d never met someone this persistent in getting her attention before. saffron finally felt as if she could breathe and she sucked in air greedily, watching the scene unfold behind slightly panicked, unfocused eyes. she guessed that her earlier ‘hell no’ and the other woman’s abrupt presence and anger, that he had given up - thankfully. she felt the absurd need to hug this strange woman who had suddenly come into her life at the perfect moment but she did not. for one, she thought it inappropriate and two, she wasn’t really much affectionate - even with friends. hell, even with her family. instead, wide-eyed and sincere, she spilled out a thank you that was pure gratitude. “thank you, i-” she paused, settling back into her seat at the bar and wringing her hands together, grimacing at the obvious wetness there, which she wiped on her jeans hastily. “i tried to get him to go away but he didn’t listen to me..” she was still somewhat shaky from the altercation but she tried to get it under control, feeling slightly embarrassed now with the woman’s gaze keenly fixed on her. warily, her gaze fixed itself on the hand at her arm and she flushed prettily beneath the dim lights of the club. “that might be nice..” her date was gone and this stranger, who was incredibly easy on the eyes, had forcefully taken her spot at saffron’s side like some knight. who was she to deny a drink with her?“
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soulmates
Name
sun
Timezone
cst
Age
30