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♫ Indie. Selective. Fadomless OC Sage Featherstone. Sideblog to WEHAVEMOMMYISSUES ♫

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What drew you to my OC?

There are tons out there, so tell me what you liked about mine.

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Luanna Pérez

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In the middle of her second shot (she’d conned a guy into buying them for her, desperate for something other than chain smoking to calm her nerves), Violet’s eyes hit the stage, lips pressed to the glass as her brain fumbled to register that the leather clad goddess on stage was…Sage. -oh-. Oooh. The liquid in the glass was accidentally inhaled as she pulled in a startled gasp at the sudden and undeniable thrill of attraction that ran through her. Sputtering to cough her way through the alcohol, she wipes her lips as the music thrumming through her ears sends her into a minor state of awe, watching with rapt attention as Sage moved her hips and belted out lyrics to grungy, punkish tunes with a heavy bass line. Her racing heart was nothing short of beating against the bones of her ribcage, song after song and she was still staring at one girl…she wasn’t certain shed even blinked. Violet hadn’t yet experienced attraction of any sort…much less another female. Not that she was against it at all, it was just -entirely- unexpected…and it made her feel completely out of control. This sort of feeling was trouble of the worst kind…if she got close enough to the copper haired siren, she knew the girl could make or break her with a simple look. Panic rose in the flower and she acted purely on impulse, grabbing her smokes off of the table and slipping off of the chair. She had to get out of here, before she could allow anymore of her tightly grasped control drift away. She’d convinced herself that she wasn’t built for this sort of thing and would only lead them both to disappointment, she couldn’t have that. The girl squeezed through the crowd towards the door.

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The set-list plays out like normal as jade hues prod over the filled bar before her. The regulars keeping a nice and joyous play along to her words and the songs behind them, but her interest lies in the girl that struck her from earlier. The peculiar flower that has turned the head of one of the hardest to crack girls in this city. Sage might be lose with her pleasure, and enjoy a good time where it’s due but her interests remain truly far and few between. This girl though has stolen that gaze. Because of that every song that wraps by is just a smooth way to get the hopefully attended participant in the audience as well as a hindrance to finding her in this pit of people. 

It isn’t until her black boots are moving over the stage to her water bottle that she sees the faintest view of the girl at the bar. A drink that goes down so fast and has the red head curious at just how far the honey haired beauty will go to loosen up. Which brings out a surprisingly protective part in her and has her happy that she is announcing the end of her performance for the night. 

Swift feet move through the crowd as Sage sees that Violet has made her way for the exit and not carefully, no she is in a rush. From what though? Has the young bombshell perhaps gone too far? Sage was always partly at fault from the fact that she is used to winning over the affections of others with her physical appearance. Thanks to her father she never felt much worth in herself from any other standpoint. Granted she thoroughly ENJOYS the attention it doesn’t mean she chooses to make people uncomfortable.

“Violet! You came~.” Her voice is smooth and a bit breathless as she has somewhat hustled through the crowd to find her with a bit of sweat from her performance. She smiles a bit and offers out a hand to the grunge princess and tilts her head with a hope that maybe the girl can find a comfort enough to stay. To maybe actually enjoy her night instead of hiding in the back of that library. The girl’s smokey eye and better dressed appearance doesn’t go unnoticed either and it gives a bit of satisfaction to the musician, “You look great, come on you deserve to show it off.”

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Plot call for tonight!

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//going on a sort of kind of semi-hiatus

this time of year gets really buy with me and I will in no means be giving up my blogs! But I will go spans not replying not that I already haven’t but I want to keep you all updated. I am trying to get back around to replied but I do have the app and talk on IM regularly. I am more apt to do an IM rp for the moment probably until after the new year. I also am open for OOC talk on here and Skype! Just because I’m not active doesn’t mean I don’t care about you guys. Seriously I love each and every one of you!!! But I will be doing replies soon and this isn’t a complete hiatus just a I am being very very slow and please be patient with me kind of hiatus XD

I love you all dearly and will be doing something for you guys soon when I figure something out! I hope you all had a wonder holiday ad have a wonderful New Year, don’t be shy and I appreciate patience. Thank you!

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I’ll take my new years kiss between my thighs pls n thank u

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Blood Slave - Wishlist - Open to All

Vampires have taken over the Earth. They have killed more than half of the human population, and what mortals are left they fee off of as they please. Muse A is a vampire from one of the wealthiest families. Muse B is one of the few rebel slayers in hiding, who spends their time killing as many vampires as possible without getting killed.

During one of their attacks, Muse B becomes careless and gets caught. As punishment, rather than being killed immediately, they are taken to the auction, a place where only the most elite vampires purchase personal blood slaves.

From the moment Muse B is brought in, Muse A takes a liking to them, placing the highest bid.

Partner can choose either Muse A or B.

Loosely based off the novel Captured by Erica Stevens

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Send "✖" if you think my oc is well written.

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frivolityiism:

Been seeing a lot for canon muses so, made one for the ocs out there. BONUS: tell me what you like the most about my oc!

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Send 💕 and my muse will use The Love Calculator to see how compatible they are.

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Violet entered the packed place, fingers curled around the scrap of paper with the address Sage had left her on it, her ankle high boots clicking on the floor with step as she pushed and wove through people. Her lip was already sore from how much she’d been chewing on it, wishing she had picked a different outfit…but she had this weird an NEW need to impress someone…Sage, specifically. She pulls on her black, high waisted shorts to make them longer, her calves and lower thighs covered in black socks. To make up for the semi revealing nature of her outfit, she’d topped off the ensemble with a baggy grey sweater, matching her makeup to it with smoky eye colours and ruby lip gloss. It was -her- at the same time that it wasn’t, almost a bolder version of herself (something she secretly wished she could become). Making her way to a little corner table, she lifts herself into the high chair, wasting no time in taking out a cigarette and lighting it as she adjusted the hat on her head. She let her eyes wander around the people here for the gig, assessing them quietly as she realized just -how- out of place she was here. Violet was a loner in the purest sense of the word, she shied away from social situations, tended to lack the finesse or sometimes filter that was required to make good friends. No one really noticed her unless it was to torment and bully her, or her parents needed to clear their consciouses by checking up on her once every month or so. Vi had convinced herself that she was content with loneliness…it was better than getting her hopes up for some bullshit that wouldn’t last anyway. But then Sage had swooped in and flipped her entire world in a blur, inspiring her to come out to this place and even dress up…for what purpose? She’d spent all evening denying that this was anything more than just a fellow abnormal taking pity on her…right? It made her head hurt to think too much on -why- she was here to see the mind blowingly pretty girl who’d (she -couldn’t- have been really flirting with her. Not with the plain little flower) struck up a conversation with her. ‘I’ll be the one in leather’, the words came back to her as she took a drag of her smoke and let her amber orbs wander the crowd. LEATHER? Christ.

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Preparing for the stage was always a thrill for the star of the show. Her and Dan visited backstage, passing comments about the beauty from earlier. Wondering if the girl will show the copper haired beauty leans back in her chair, crossing her legs she can hear the fake leather crunch against her stretching limbs. It was more spandex and latex then leather but it did appear very leatherlike. It didn’t go unnoticed, her choice of outfit to her band mate. His instant chuckle had her giving a sassy smirk before tipping the end of the cigarette in the dish. She turns her jade hues to him as she hears him comment on how she much want to kill the innocent girl.

“ Not kill, excite. Very different things, Dan.”

His smirk mixed with the shake of his head. Her crimson lips turning up and taking one last long desirable puff of the cigarette. She wasn’t much of a smoker, normally she’d be getting high before her show but this time she had to be more AWARE. Especially of just how the flustered flower reacts to her blatant choice of attention. Besides if she lingers she’ll have plenty to share with her. As long as she wanted to of course, Sage wasn’t one for peer pressure or making anyone do anything they didn’t want to. All she saw was her father when she did and she couldn’t STAND it.

Showtime.

Painted fingers push the lit cigarette against the clear glass ashtray before letting out the breath she held in. Standing like a rock goddess she makes her way out of the room, standing tall. Her move from their small backstage to the small stage wasn’t hard in any shape or form but she did enjoy the cheers that blasted as she put her copper and red guitar over her shoulder, a strum to the chords that gets everyone’s attention. Lips curve up, feet parted and standing strong as she looks over the audience. Sure it’s kinda dark but her jade hues still dance over the audience with no sight of the alluring girl from earlier. Not that she gave up hope, instead she purely hoped she could impress her wherever the flower was lingering. “ We are The Nameless! ” She holds her hand high before leading them into her first song. Singing into the microphone the leather bound beauty rocks her hips with the music.

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cute boy tells me i'm pretty: lmao i know are u jealous

cute girl tells me i'm pretty: [stumbles backwards] ....... dear god...... i.... how could this happen......

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