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* 🧸ྀི ─── tracking #DIALEDANGEL. ♡ an independent writing space for a collection of my own ORIGINAL characters and canons from my favorite films & books. males and females & diversity. fandom friendly , oc friendly , crossover friendly . always accepting memes . mun is 21+ .

i feel it in the air, telephone wires above are sizzlin' like a snare. honey, i'm on fire, i feel it everywhere.

01. memes. ୨ৎ » 02. open starters. ୨ৎ » 03. rules under cut.

luvridden

❛ you've gotta be a masochist or something. ❜ words come out without warning, standing tall beside the other, both of their gazes settling on subject of their conversation — their boyfriend. ❛ i'm just saying — he treats you like shit, really confuses me why you're still with him. ❜ he presses rim of glass to lips, tilting his head back as warm liquor burns its way down his throat. he didnt need liquid courage to speak his mind, no, heat alone just too addictive to put down. leans in then, allowing mouth to ghost shell of other’s ear, his next words slipping out in a quiet whisper. ❛ especially considering you've been eye fucking me the whole night. ❜

dialedangel

❝ masochist? ❞ arched brows scrunched, conspicuously, like that was the most absurd thing she had ever heard.. just for a smirk to quirk at ruby glossy lips as doe eyes slipped up to catch the taller's eyes, ❝ sadist, maybe. ❞ kidding, she was just kidding. jackie enjoyed messing with him too much just like she was enjoying having him be clearly affected by the other blond over there -- on that note, maybe she is a sadist. still, chills rolled up her spine when he decided to bravely lean in & liquor stained lips brushed against her ear even if she wasn't about to admit it in a last attempt to remain composed. it slithered a reaction out of her from the pit of her stomach so satisfactory because she wanted exactly this, to know he cared. ❝ eye screwin' you? ❞ a little laugh sounds from the brunette, pointer finger lifting to press to his lips, ❝ all that liquor does have you imagining things, hm? ❞ she plays, deflects, since she has had her eyes glued to him rather than her real shitty boyfriend all night. tossing a glance over slender shoulder in that green sun dress she was wearing, the other man's initial hanging off her necklace sparkling in the dim light, making sure the other blond wasn't watching. of course he wasn't, he was flirting with some usual other girl when they came to these things. but that was good for her, because she didn't need these two to clash and end up in a fight.

#luvridden #❪ 📞 ❫ 𝑚𝑦𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙. ₊˚ ☎︎₊˚✧ ་ dialed: jackie.#the sotr trailer went crazy!!! i believe i have watched it only 80 times now #jkdjksn

josephzadaupdates

JOSEPH ZADA and WHITNEY PEAK behind the scenes of The Hunger Games: Sunrise on The Reaping (2025)

#dsslmdlkmsl #❪ 📞 ❫ 𝑚𝑦𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙. ₊˚ ☎︎₊˚✧ ་ visage: jackie.

amongwildflowers

[ #𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒 ] an independent, private & highly selective multi-muse roleplay blog featuring muses from the twilight saga, the hunger games, ginny & georgia, one tree hill & many more 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐲 𝐣𝐚𝐝𝐞.

#❪ 📞 ❫ 𝑚𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑙𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡. ₊˚ ☎︎₊˚✧ ་ promos!

st3fans

stefan is leaning against the doorframe, the glow of the party lights catching in his emerald eyes, amusement dancing deep within them as they focus on katherine’s face. “oh, i could think of a few areas for improvement if you’d like to brainstorm later,” he teases lightly, antagonizing her at least an hour before the clock has the chance to strike midnight and carry them into yet another year. never in his wildest dreams nightmares did he ever think he would live long enough to see that many new year's eve’s celebrations. “you’re right. i probably wouldn’t if you changed overnight.” he’d think it was a trick, that she wanted something from him and was trying to butter him up. “but if said change lasted more than two weeks… different story.” ignoring her comment about all of that hate that he apparently has for her, figuring it’s a poorly executed mind game, a feeble attempt at getting him to admit that he’s forgiven her and doesn’t cling onto the hate. he won’t give her that. he won’t admit it to himself either. “for what it’s worth, katherine, you shouldn’t want to be better to prove something to me. you should try and do it for yourself,” he says instead, calmly, trying to get a reaction out of her. “and you… never hope for anything?”

dialedangel

face stills only for a brief second before it flashes flirtatiously, leaning in closer, hand touching his crossed arm, "okay, i like this idea of brainstorming. if you can teach me how to be good, i'm in." giggling mischievously, pointer finger touching her bottom red lip. taking it as a bedroom line. "it's hard to survive out here, of course i wouldn't change." hint, hint – she'd never change because the second she did that, the second a psycho like klaus could kill her. stefan's so insensitive & he just doesn't know it. makes her pout. she hums softly, tone wrapped in velvet and thorns, "everything i do is for myself. it always has been. you of all people should know that by now." mysterious gaze flickers over his face, searching, measuring, almost amused by the calm he clings to like it might save him.

"but don’t flatter yourself, you've always been… a very entertaining side effect." at his question, she tilts her head, feigning thoughtfulness, though the answer comes too quickly to be anything but practiced. "hope?" katherine echoes, the word tasting foreign, like something fragile she refuses to hold. "hope is for people who can afford to lose." expression softens just barely, a flicker of something older than her usual games slipping through the cracks. "i don't hope, stefan... i take. i survive. and i don't sit around wishing for things that were never going to stay." then just as quickly, the softness is gone, replaced by that familiar old intoxicating certainty. "but if i did hope…" brunette leans in just slightly, voice dropping to something almost conspiratorial, "it wouldn't be for something as simple as being better." her doe eyes lock onto his, unwavering. "it would be for something impossible." him.

#st3fans #katherine.

quick url change. <3

plldaily

Caleb: Listen, I don't know what Hanna told you, but - Aria: Everything, we're best friends.

#hanna.

walkeryouignorantslut

#yelena.

motteteto

wow these people are so weird

thank god im the only normal person here!!!

#yelena.

need some suggestions who would be a good fc for daphne blake hmm.

#indie rp #scooby doo rp

“happy new year, katherine. despite everything, i hope this one gives you a chance to be better.” / 😂😭

@st3fans here to antagonize & it's not even the first day of the year yet.

“better? how can it get any better than this, stefan. but let’s not pretend you’d recognize me even if i was with all of that you hate me for good nonsense. still… it’s sweet you hope, but that’s always been your problem.” and ironically the thing she loves most about him but making him feel bad for it is her only strength to survive still loving him when he clearly doesn't nor will ever feel the same.

#st3fans #LMAOOO HIS COMMENT

pacificheir

“star,” he repeats, tasting the name on his tongue and secretly loving it. star. so unique, so beautiful and magical and so very fitting — she truly is just like the stars that are now twinkling above their heads, mysterious and bright and fascinating. still, not wanting to look even more awestruck, a puppy in love, sebastian puts on an amused smile and restores to light teasing, “wow, that’s… a mighty name. do you have any siblings? moon or sun or mars or venus?” a soft chuckle slips past his lips, hoping she knows he’s doing all this in a good-natured humor. “sebastian. sebastian james montgomery. nice to meet you, star.” briefly, he considers extending his arm and shaking her hand but ends up coming to the conclusion that it would make this moment less special and more business-like. and so he stuffs both hands into the pockets of his dress pants, light beige paired with a navy polo shirt. “did you pierce your own? that would be something.” he can feel his ears growing hotter the longer he stays near her. it’s like she’s radiating a certain, palpable kind of warmth, just like the sun. “how can you be good at something if you’ve had little practice?”

dialedangel

eyes, deep with mysteries just like the hour & color of midnight, stare cautiously. sometimes she couldn't decipher when people were being genuine or not. “what do you mean? is it bad?” questioning a little defensively, a destination she always ran to, growing up in a hostile environment had responsibility in molding her that way. “no.” answering vaguely, she didn't describe whether she was speaking about having zero siblings OR if she had siblings with weird names, “what kind of names are those?” playfulness in her voice, but it almost sounded serious... in such a signature way of her, to keep people on their toes. keep their minds spinning in all the crypticism she had to portray. pretending like she doesn't see star isn't as different sounding as the rest of space. “i have a question. are your siblings ariel and flounder?” raising her hand, playful smile tearing at her features and creating eyes to glow in mischief, covering it with that hand. & then– a new reason to snicker, he was so silly giving her his middle name in an endearing credibility, but least now she knew more about him than he knew about her. that was a plus. as he, after all, still wasn't in the know of her legal name. “talent.” replying simply, trying to stifle more laughter bubbling up inside at his question because clearly he had to overthink too much.

#pacificheir #star.

pacificheir

the silence that settles between them isn’t necessarily uncomfortable, but it still only serves to make sebastian’s heart beat faster with anxiety. for a split second, he worries that she hasn’t been playing and genuinely doesn’t recognize him. but then a smile tugs at the corners of her lips and he can breathe again, letting out a chuckle. “always a step behind you, it seems.” and it’s clear in his voice that he doesn’t mind, too fascinated by the sheer fact that their paths have managed to cross once more, that he’s found her. “you promised to tell me your name if i ever saw you again, remember?” teeth sinking into his lower lip, absently tugging on it when she turns around and faces him. she really does look like an angel. a colorful one. is she real? maybe he’s imagining it all… he can’t shake off this feeling that she’s too perfect and mysterious to be true. “oh,” he laughs, snapping back to reality, glancing at the booth and the bright signs informing them that they can get their ears pierced for only ten bucks! “i — i’ll have to sleep on that one.” he doesn’t want to be rude and turn the offer down immediately. is he seriously going to think about putting something in his ear just to see her again? yes. yes, he is. “do you have any experience doing that?”

dialedangel

a smirk, he's right... she did say that and she likes he remembered, so it wouldn't be fair if she didn't keep her promise. it always feels fun to go by the name she wasn't born with. “star.” she replies, starting to walk again, looking down at the racks of necklaces for sale. fingers brushing over the jewelry, letting the texture run over her finger tips, “what's yours?” the brunette questions, wondering what it could be... maybe something preppy, judging the way he looks. but she's not one to judge a book by it's cover, maybe it's something like sam. the preppy look, too... it was unusual to find herself hanging around any boy dressed like him. the usual ones she surrounded herself with were dressed in black leather and looked like a group of metal heads. “a little.” answering honestly, just a few times she's pierced a group of guys ears, “but i'm good at it.” so she figures that makes up for it.

#pacificheir #star.

what about... scooby doo muses writing w my scooby doo muses? 🤭 👉 👈

#indie rp #open rp #independent rp #fandomless rp #scooby doo rp #cartoon network rp #dc rp #indie dc rp #indie dceu rp #wishlist.#1x1 rp

pacificheir

sebastian keeps his gaze fixated upon the mysterious girl’s dark curls, swinging left and right with each step that she takes, seemingly in sync with the frantic beat of his heart. the whole boardwalk blurs into a swirl of neon lights and laughter, the air smelling of saltwater, but she stays in focus, pulling him closer with something stronger than gravity. she slows just enough that he nearly collides with her shoulder, the soft sound of her bracelets making his stomach drop with the weight of fluttering butterflies. she knows he’s here. she’s letting him catch up. he grins before he can stop himself, hearing the sound of her voice. “not yet,” he counters, tilting his chin up in a confident manner. fingers brushing through his bangs, having to refrain from pinching himself just to make sure this isn’t a dream. “but clearly i’m making an impression and you’re most likely dying to.” get to know him. he’s certainly dying to get to know her. her name. “how long have you been following me around?” it’s his turn to tease her, the seashell necklace in his pocket weighing a thousand pounds as he contemplates whether to give it to her or keep it right where it is.

dialedangel

hm, the brunette skeptically hums– giving the boy no response on purpose for a few seconds, letting silence other than the sounds surrounding them settle between them until she decides to pick back up on the conversation once it becomes convenient to her. “you're the one behind me.” star quips, amused smile already denting her cheeks before spinning on her heel to face him this time. that intriguing feel racing back all over again as soon as her warm hues land on his face again. “you made sure to follow me here. why?” eyes fall on the ear piercing booth next to them, humor sparkling in her eyes, teasing and playing was always a good time so of course she always found ways to do so, “or you wanted one of those.” slender arm lifts, lazily pointing to it before hand drops, “but if you want your ear pierced, i'll do it.”

#pacificheir #star.#IT ISSSSS

honeydewtual

Jami Gertz as Star

The Lost Boys (1987 dir. Joel Schumacher)

#star.

pacificheir

the moment the mysterious girl smiles as she, too, seems to have recognized him, sebastian’s world stutters. he forgets how to breathe, his heart swelling with a strange combination of disbelief and happiness. he doesn’t even know her name, thought he’d never see her again and here they are. two worlds colliding. their eyes lock and he’s certain hers are drawing him in, casting yet another spell. whatever she’s doing, it’s working, making his heart thump and palms grow clammy with nerves and excitement. her smile lingers, and he can’t tell if it’s an invitation or a warning. probably both. she spins around and something inside sebastian’s chest tightens. is she leaving already? did she not notice him? she must have! so what is she doing? she doesn’t seem like the type to try and lure him out of the crowd just to meet him in some secluded place, beneath the pier or at a lonely lifeguard post just to… no. no way. something reckless and stupid has him walking towards her, fear clawing at his throat because what if he loses sight of her in the crowd? what if he’ll never see her again? “jackson!” he calls out to his friend, “i’ll be right back.” his friend doesn’t seem to mind, giving him a thumbs up before refocusing on the blonde with whom he’s been flirting. “fuck,” sebastian cusses under his breath, realizing the dark-haired girl has disappeared into the crowd. he pushes past different people, frantically trying to spot this one familiar face in the ocean of strangers. he continues to stride forward, shoulders bumping, someone yelling at him to watch where he’s going, but every beat of his heart is tethered to the swing of her curls ahead of him. he doesn’t let her out of sight when he finally does find her again. she walks like it’s all a game, a dare, like she wants to see how far he’s willing to go for her, and part of sebastian wants her to know the answer is — as far as she wants him to. to the edge of the world.

dialedangel

a head full of long chestnut colored curls bounce left and right to each stride in her step, only giving one glance back once she's gotten a good distance from where she stood on the boardwalk steps and enticed this fun game of follow the leader. anticipation running through her before it's excitement thrumming her when she sees he's still here, right behind her. a group of people cross in front of her that leads her to slow down, but then she's purposely dragging her feet to let him gain on her. it's endearing, amusing, all the above– she's never seen someone compelled enough to keep chasing after her. keeping her attention straight forward down the aisle of colorful brightly lit boardwalk shops, star's bangles jingle as she lets her arms sway back and forth, allowing him a little closer before a little smirk starts to curl her lips again, "do i know you?" velvet voice speaks with a tease, leaving it up to him to decide if she's joking or not.

#pacificheir

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