I LIKE lookin’ hot, buyin’ stuff they cannot. I LIKE drinkin’ hard, maxin’ dad’s credit card. I LIKE skippin’ gym, scarin’ her, screwin’ him. I LIKE killer clothes, KICKIN NERDS IN THE NOSE. link starkley.
twenty-three. he/him.
destroyer of fragile masculinity.
sugar baby.
SIFTING a hand through his golden locks, Link’s eyes scanned the various strains of marijuana as he tried to think of what he was in the mood for. He’d managed to blag a card to help with depression & anxiety-- however, those only reared their ugly heads during dysmorphic stints. Right now? He just wanted a high, and a good one at that. “What do you think? Granddaddy Purple or Strawberry Cough? Then again, there’s always edibles...That’s the problem with this place, too many options.”
A day filled with errands, Daryl took a moment to himself as he attempted to light the cigarette he’d fetched from the carton. One left, he came to the realization that he’d lost his lighter at some point throughout the day. He continued to check his pockets for a moment before he saw a figure come close enough that he felt it appropriate to ask, “Got a light?”
THE DAY was young for Link. Having only been up for around an hour and a half, the male was making his way down the street and smoking his third cigarette of the afternoon. Without having burned through at least five and downed two cups of coffee, he wasn’t exactly the person you wanted to catch the wrong side of. But he felt different, happier for some unknown reason. As he approached the other, lips curled upwards and manicured fingers wrapped around the lighter within the tight jean pocket. Pulling a mermaid scale effect zippo from the garment, he offered it between two fingers. “That even a question at this point? Just don’t fuck it up, that one’s my baby.”
· · · ❝ i think i should take this away from you. you’re not yourself when you’re drunk. ❞ carlson joked, taking the alcoholic beverage before dumping it out. she gave them a small smirk before providing a glass of water, smirk still intact.
“THE FUCK do you mean not myself? I’m not myself when I’m sober, there’s a difference. Drunk-me equals a happy Link. So you can take your water and shove it up your ass, I’m heading back to the bar.” A hint of annoyance bubbled in his tone, the purse on his lips showing the clear distaste in the fact that she had the damn audacity to pour out a perfectly good drink. Swinging his legs out from the table, he passed her on his way back to the barman, making sure to turn on the charm with a smile.
I’M HEADING to college for the day, but thankfully it’s only for a couple classes. i’ll be out again at 1. if anyone out there wants to plot with link bc i wanna get him goin’, or even rico! then give this a like.
IT’S YA BOY GRAY, back at you with my second muse, LINK STARKLEY. under the cut, you’ll find a little introduction to him. if you want to plot with him, give this post a like!!
tw: daddy kink, sexual mentions. ( and i’m sorry )
link starkley is literal garbage.
he’s your casual transguy here to abolish all sense of what masculinity means and is. he’ll happily wear makeup, dresses, heels, crop tops that show off his stomach, get his nails done and probably blow your dad for the right price all whilst getting his own money from a ‘benefactor’. aka: gots him one or two sugar daddies tbh.
although still liking what is classed as ‘feminine’ things, he genuinely doesn’t give a toss about what people think of him at this point in his life. he’s living how he wants to live, you got a problem? then that’s yours to worry about, babes. take a fuckin’ sip.
he’s impatient, outgoing and seriously loves a night at a club or something-- somewhere that he can get drunk, dance with friends and have a right good laugh. and if anyone dares say anything to someone or the people he’s with, you can bet that he’ll be the person who’ll be right up in their face cussing them out.
don’t ask him for honesty because he will give it to you. ask him if you look good in an outfit, expect to be told if you look like a walking dump truck. he’d much rather be brutally honest with you than lie to your face and let you leave the house looking like a mess. that’s good, right??
when it comes to his jobs, he has two. he works as a cam boy for an online forum where he’ll let men (and women, he isn’t gonna judge) buy private sessions with him to use his toys. some want to use his show to get off, others just generally want to have a conversation. either way, it makes him money and he’s happy to ablige. otherwise, he works as an escort through a service which isn’t affiliated with any of the local gangs, meeting people of all kinds. he is well within his rights to refuse to do anything he doesn’t want to, as stated in the site’s rules and if any of the clients try to push him for something he isn’t comfortable with, you can bet there’ll be a swift call to his boss!
wanted connections would be: a regular customer, someone that he goes out clubbing with regularly, a friend that he can actually just chill with, someone who he clashes with big time or !! if you have any ideas, feel free to shoot them my way!
