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bu11seye · 1 month

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surprised starter for @godforbidrp’s Crash .

She’s lost in the crowd of a packed bar. Usually she isn’t a fan of metal, or even slightly punk music, but with the amount of drinks she’s downed she can’t even think straight to pay attention. There was no mechanical bull in this bar, no line dancing or southern men tipping their hats off to her for her charm. Instead — she’s floating through busy bodies thrashing around to heavy guitars and Jessie feels like she’s going to get motion sickness if she stays in one place for too long.

Metal shows are overstimulating, but she thinks it’s almost over with the way the crowd is begging for more. Pass , she thinks, pushing her way out of the crowd aggressively but only getting shoved back because apparently that’s the way it goes with this kind of crowd. Jessie makes her way towards the back of the crowd, drink still in hand as she finds herself up on a high platform. Shit. She forgot how many stairs she climbed up earlier in the night. Jessie’s already dizzy, so she just takes a seat instead and presses her forehead against the cool metal railing beside her. This wasn’t the main exit, but it was an exit nonetheless.

A few moments later she could tell that the show ended, and whoever the band was on stage was leaving. Not that she could point any of those people out of a lineup to begin with. Jessie looks down at her ( now stepped on ) cowgirl boots and grumbles, running her fingers over the scuffs along the heel. She only came to this bar because a friend recommended it to her to have a good time, but the only thing Jessie got from it was to not trust that friend’s opinion of fun from now on.

Jessie flings her bag up on the metal platform beside her, digging around and looking for her phone, only for it to go flying as the door behind her swings open, hitting her straight in the face, causing Jessie’s hand to fly up and cradle the stinging sensation that was thrusted with the impact. “What the hell?”

#godforbidrp #♡゙ : in character 𓈒 ୨୧ ⌇﹒— ( threads ) .

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for4bes · 1 month

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here's a reminder that i have THREEEE caroline faces. because it helps with the muse and also i am self indulgent . sorry not sorry. pretty blonde vampire lady comes in all forms in my brain

#not even recasting . just having options. its simple <3 #if u have a preference of which u would like to see in our threads lmk bc i rly dont care #even tho my go to will always be candice #having the option is nice #♡゙ : out of character 𓈒 ୨୧ ⌇﹒— ( * admin ) .

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bu11seye · 1 month

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@bloodrodeo sent : blood, sender cleans blood off of receiver.

A ( now ) gentle hand makes its way towards Trent’s arm , tracing over his bicep softly as she’s being cleaned up. The blood that had splattered from her knuckles to the side of her face stains the apples of her cheeks, and the girl’s lucky she didn’t come back with a black eye considering fists were flying everywhere . Sitting cross legged on the floor of some cheap motel , Jessie hisses in pain at the feeling of rubbing alcohol being put onto her own wound, leaning forward so her forehead is against his shoulder. A hiss of pain as she nudges her head against his shoulder again to try to rid of the stinging sensation .

Jessie would have felt pathetic, or like a child who’s getting put in time out , if she hadn’t already felt exhausted and ashamed for putting on a tough guy act in defense of her own honor as well as jealousy. Forest green eyes drooping from lack of sleep and exuding way too much energy back at the bar , but the other woman started it, Jessie just wanted to end it before it got uglier than it already had been. Trent didn’t need to come save the day , her knuckles bruised from the consequences of her own actions .

The feeling of a wet rag being dragged against her arms makes Jessie sigh , not wanting to talk about it , but she knew she had to at some point . Trent is her friend before anything else , he didn’t deserve to clean up her messes or see her act like her brother. The man had other things to worry about . Jessie waits for him to stop moving before her arms slump around his waist sitting there , leaning her body weight into him securely . “I wanna go swimmin’ tomorrow,” because maybe that’ll get her in a better mood . “I don’t got a bathin’ suit.”

#bloodrodeo #♡゙ : in character 𓈒 ୨୧ ⌇﹒— ( threads ) .

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bu11seye · 2 months

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character headcanons : intro to emily pearson

emily is jessie's ex fiancée and first ever girlfriend . previously her childhood best friend who she's known since she was eight . when the two were thirteen , emily kissed jessie for the first time and the rest was history .

emily is five feet and two inches of stage presence . if you thought jessie knew how to light up a room , one look at emily and you'd be mistaken . a true performer , never going anywhere without her guitar or a songbook . emily is beautiful , blonde hair down to her waist , thin hourglass shaped body, ocean blue eyes , and a voice like an angel . a southern belle through and through with rosy cheeks and giant smile .

jessie associated her with pink -- the color of love . there was nothing that jessie did not love about emily , and thought that she was the most beautiful person to ever exist . looking at her through rose colored glasses , emily had no faults to jessie . none at all .

born into a conservative christian family , the thought of her being a lesbian scared her . it wasn't her attraction to women , but the perception of her liking women . her parents often tried to set emily up with boys even while her and jessie were together , because emily had wanted to keep their relationship a secret . jessie had no problem with staying in the closet for awhile , already planning her life with emily in her head for when she was going to run away , but emily had shown no signs of wanting to leave --- despite having big dreams to become a country singer and travel the world .

( unbeknownst to jessie , one of the reasons why emily didn't leave with her is because her father's sickness , knowing she didn't have much time left with him . as far as jessie knew , he was as happy as a clam and fully healthy . )

emily and her family have always been private people . there was a lot that even jessie didn't know about emily despite dating her for about eight years of her life . emily struggled with mental health just like jessie had , as well as an eating disorder and nicotine addiction . there were times that emily would go radio silent on jessie , and she would just compare it to when she herself would have off days .

emily's parents owned the market and butcher shop , her first job was stock when she reached ten years old . when her father finally passes away , emily and her mother close up shop once and for all .

emily's interests : singing , songwriting , high heels , polaroid cameras , lesbian boyband enjoyer , flowers , volleyball , surf / beach aesthetic .

the first song jessie learned to play for emily on guitar .

/ all the mountains and the rivers , and the valleys can't compare to your blue lit dancin' eyes , and yellow shining hair . i could never hit the road and leave you layin' there / lay your head down easy , close your cryin' eyes . i'll be layin' here beside you when the sun starts to rise /

#pink psd for a reason instead of the orange #also the fact that the first song she sings to emily talks about never leaving without her and years later she does .... smack cam #♡゙ : in character 𓈒 ୨୧ ⌇﹒— ( threads ) .#♡゙ : character study 𓈒 ୨୧ ⌇﹒— ( headcanons ) .

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bu11seye · 2 months

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@nosestealer

they don't talk about it . not like jessie wanted to stir feelings that were unwanted , nor would she want to be plagued with rejection if elle was only looking for something casual -- so jessie doesn't say anything . they've kissed since that first night . almost consistently , whenever they're alone her hands are exploring her roomie's body like she's going to wake up and suddenly be alone again. it takes jessie two seconds of debating to just come to the conclusion that she'd rather be a fling to elle than to lose her favorite person in the world , so she's good without talking about it .

hand threads through dark strands as she's on her hands and knees on the bed , kissing elle lazily and sloppily , just wanting her close as she's slowly pushing elle backwards against the mattress . she's still crawling , hovering over her while her leg swings over the other's waist .

#jazz hands #♡゙ : in character 𓈒 ୨୧ ⌇﹒— ( threads ) .

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bu11seye · 2 months

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continued from x / @houseofwisteria

" i know a cowboy when i see one , " she smiles lightly , eyes trailing across his features a bit as she tries to study him , get to know her new neighbors. " i don't got any bad intentions , jasper . " a shrug . " in all honesty i think i'm less of a danger than you lot are . just walkin' into places lookin' all uncanny valley isn't layin' low , y'know . " jabbering away as she does , jessie crosses her arms over her chest .

#houseofwisteria #♡゙ : in character 𓈒 ୨୧ ⌇﹒— ( threads ) .

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bu11seye · 4 months

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@americanedpsycho liked for a one liner starter .

" make up your mind or let me go . "

#americanedpsycho #♡゙ : in character 𓈒 ୨୧ ⌇﹒— ( threads ) .

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bu11seye · 3 months

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@kindofuneven .

the rain beats against the pavement , just as her feet do as jessie continues to run down the empty street at god knows what time at the morning . her knees that were once scuffed were now healing , but her boyfriend's blood staining white tee and denim shorts does not fade nor does it get lost underneath street lights while she continues to run. she's faster now , almost feeling like she's flying as she doesn't have a destination in mind , only stopping when a car comes hurdling towards her . jessie gasps , not even giving it a second thought before she's letting the car slam into her as she jolts backwards , slamming against the pavement with a hard thud.

jessie cries out , the car keeps going down the road despite the pain she's enduring , and it settled into her brain that it was probably on purpose . " fuckers ," jessie groans, hand flying back to feel the puddle of blood that drip and stain her fingers . jessie stays on the ground, turning slightly in her fetal position to lay flat against her back. her bones feel like they're on fire but at least she's alive .

wet ginger hair presses against her cheeks and it drives her crazy . her own heartbeat is so fucking loud . if father adam wasn't already dead , she'd kill him again. over and over and over again for doing this to her . jessie's been a vampire for about two days on her own , give or take the week or so where she was being thrown around by her maker like a ragdoll. jessie's been through the ringer , and she just wants a nap.

jessie hoists herself up , still getting used to the fact that she heals quickly . couldn't even have her life flash in front of her eyes when she knows she can't die that way . she could break her bones over and over and they'll still mend themselves eventually . she's dizzy , her eyes are clouded over with bloodlust to try to mend whatever wounds were still aching . jessie needed blood , and she needs it soon .

the vampire's on foot again, running through the woods this time , jumping to grasp a tree branch as she's swinging over a large tree trunk that had fallen . there's a rustling somewhere , she can hear it -- feel it . heart skips a beat as she feels danger , picking up speed as if this was a game of chase . the other person slowly gaining momentum on her before she's tripping again , hissing as she just wants peace for one fucking minute .

her feet look torn , but they mend themselves before she reaches out to touch. she wishes she brought her shoes from adam's , but they were drenched in his blood and she'd rather die than have any more of him on her skin. jessie just lays there , though . back resting against the rest of the fallen trunk as she looks up into red eyes .

" if you're gonna kill me , make it quick . i'm already havin' the worst day of my life ! " she yells out into the void , preparing for the worst .

#poor girl LOL #also u don't need to match me i'm just crazy #♡゙ : in character 𓈒 ୨୧ ⌇﹒— ( threads ) .#kindofuneven

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bu11seye · 3 months

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@prscttss sent : “ if you’re gonna stay here you can’t be sober so either take the fruity beer or the shitty wine or let me be vibe in peace. ”

red hair falls from messy braid into emerald greens as she looks around the small fire pit for the alcohol . the fruity beer was fine , she drank a bunch of them for a quick buzz growing up; but she was sure it would be more difficult to get more than tipsy with her higher tolerance and full stomach. the fire flickers in front of them , ash already flooding at their feet into a small pile . " wasn't gonna be sober , " she comments , leaning over to grab the neck of the bottle and sit beside him.

the wind doesn't make the fire falter , but instead fuels the flame . jessie wraps her fist around the cap and tugs it upward , letting the cap fall at her feet . she takes note of it so she doesn't forget . " what's got you all in a mood ? you've got your pouty face on. " she asks , putting the bottle to her lips and takes a taste , face scrunching a bit at the bitter ess but letting it settle.

#hope this is ok!#prscttss #♡゙ : in character 𓈒 ୨୧ ⌇﹒— ( threads ) .#♡゙ : out of character 𓈒 ୨୧ ⌇﹒— ( * queue ) .

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bu11seye · 26 days

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@saburaito .

Within the silence, Jessie’s stomach feels as though it’s caving in on her. Painted nails fumble with her sleeve, freezing in her spot as her boss catches her off guard . “You said this was the last job,” Clenched jaw, staring down at her heels for a moment as she tries to ignore the bubbling anger coursing through her veins. She paid her dues, debt shrinking down to mere pennies. “You told me that if I did what you said , that I would be done.” Voice annunciating every word properly so her anger could be heard in every syllable. The woman had already felt as though she’s sacrificed everything about herself in the meantime, she didn’t want to do it anymore. “What the fuck?”

#saburaito #♡゙ : in character 𓈒 ୨୧ ⌇﹒— ( threads ) .

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for4bes · 29 days

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@sirensought

The weight of a Cinderella wig is something that should not be underestimated. Caroline sits at her vanity checking over the blue sparkly makeup and overdone blue dress she’s worn for several toddler birthday parties, so it’s not bound to fail her yet. Music blares through her phone speaker as the woman puts her finishing touches on her magical look, grabbing the device with her baby blue nails and double checks the address to the place. Usually before she heads out, she calls the client to let them know she’s on her way, and if there’s anything she needs to be aware of before she gets there to avoid disaster.

Caroline does just that.

“Hi, Eric ? It’s Caroline from Party Princess Society, calling about confirming Cinderella for your little girl. Is there anything I should know before I head out in about an hour?”

#this is such a weak starter but the idea is COOKING #sirensought #♡゙ : in character 𓈒 ୨୧ ⌇﹒— ( threads ) .

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for4bes · 1 month

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