OPEN: 40+, M/F/NB - his ex, his old co-writer/bandmate, ex-manager, anything that fits the vibes.
PLOT: At the height of their fame, their separate (and mutual) destruction put an end to their band. It's ten years later and they are trying to get the band back together. Very much Fleetwood Mac/Daisy Jones and The Six vibes in the aftermath.
MUSE: Dylan Morrison, 42, He/Him, Former Lead Singer/Songwriter before his vices and tumultuous relationship with your muse blew it all up. Egotistic, hot-headed, and sensitive. Older and not much wiser now!
"I'm guessing you're not just in the ole neighborhood." This is far from the Hollywood hills where they made their mark, though the temperature is almost the same. Isn't that the point? Dylan went to the ends of his Earth, and then some, until he washed up ten years later with a clean bill of health. Older, more calm, and healed in some aspects. And in others... Well, some wounds never heal, do they? He slouches against his chair, watching them from across the way. The dim lighting of the small town bar isn't enough to conceal them. No, Dylan could spot that face in any crowd, big or small.
"You look good." He laments, adding with a hint of remorse; "Better." As in, better without him, without the fame, without the music. But the songs are in his veins, deep as venom, and Dylan has to marvel at their power. Fifteen years later, and one conversation already has him itching for his guitar and a pen. As if they're twenty five again, yelling break up songs at each other on the world stage. Rolling the napkin between his fingers, Dylan sighs. "What's it been? Fifteen years, four months..." Glancing at his watch, he adds ruefully; "Ten days and eighteen hours?" Since the last time he saw them. Since the last time they broke each other's hearts. "Why now?"
hey, babes!! i’m ash and this is my garbage child dylan. under the readmore there’s some stats, facts and wanted connections about the walking talking mess known as dylan dass. like this if you would like to plot and i’ll message you or you can message me, whatever floats your boat. here or on discord ( my leg #2835 )
「 ☆ ━ henry golding, cismale, thirty-one . it seems like everyone knows about dylan dass, the witty socialite & political talk show host that i actually heard is pretty reckless. he has been living in the city for thirty-one years, and they always remind me of lukewarm black coffee & white button up shirts. actually, they’ve sort of ruined emotionless by drake for me, since they’re always playing it.
dylan comes from political royalty ( think the kennedy’s ) his father is currently in the senate and his mother is from a wealthy hotel owning family and his siblings are headed on the same path as them. his older brother slowly taking over the hotels and his sister is in college for law. dylan himself has degrees in political science and journalism. which is how he landed his spiffy CNN talk show that airs three times a week.
growing up in the public eye was very hard for dylan and his siblings. they never had a normal life, the legacy of their past family remembers and current ones was enough for them to always have a camera in their faces.
this only got worse when dylan was 13 and his father announced a run for president. ( he didn’t even get the nomination ) but everything that the family did was under a microscope more than it already was.
from the ages of 13 until now really, dylan is almost always a story in gossip magazines. from who he’s dating to a story “exposing” his family. it almost never stops.
dylan’s personality is.......................... garbage. he doesn’t have a lot of close romantic relationships. he has very few friends. trust issues 100%. for a good reason. when he was 18 a friend sold a story to a magazine and publicly outed dylan as bisexual to the whole world before he even told his father.
he has a smart ass mouth. he gets in trouble with his show a lot because he doesn’t let anyone talk bs and he’ll call them tf out.
connections
childhood friends/tight circle of friends: they would have to have known each other for over 20 years tbh.
hookups: the boy loves to f**k
sugar baby: i would perfer this to be male but he can have multiple lol
enemies: we love a good hateful relationship
idk what else but im open to pretty much everything!!
"We could all go back to my place," Rocky shrugged and took a sip off his chocolate shake, "My parents won't be back from their trip until next week. We'd have the place all to ourselves." Rocky's parents are never home and as a result his house has become the small group's go to hangout.
"No, man, that's boring!" Dylan chuckled, wrapping his arm around the girl sitting next to him, "I want to do something more exciting than sitting in your basement watching reruns of Who's Line It Is Anyways." Dylan was the hopeless optimist of the group. "You know Sarah Kilby's having a party tonight, right? We should go!"
“Ya know-- if you don’t mind my saying-- you seem entirely too nice to be a hunter.” He quips, offering her a vibrant, knowing sort of smile. “But then-- I probably don’t seem to be the type to be an angel vessel-- not quite righteous enough for all that.” The corners of his lips quirk up thoughtfully, his brows knitting together. “But I guess it’s a bloodline thing-- maybe my ancestors were better people.” He says it, but it’s not entirely truthful. It makes him sound as though he weren’t the best person, when in reality-- you wouldn’t find a better soul of the human variety.
Hola party people, tis I, Mon. Below the cut is Dylan's bio, keep in mind she's my brain child and i'm still working out some minor kinks but am very very excited to write her and get back into group writing with everyone here! feel free to message me here or on discord for plots pls & thx bye.
welcome to marina, DYLAN WILCOTS ( cisfemale, she/her ) ! they are a/n 23 year old who has lived on the island for 23 YEARS. word on the street is they’re currently living in LOCKE ROW and works as a WAITRESS. everyone also says they look a lot like MEG DONNELLY. what do you think? —mon, 29, she/her, est
name: DYLAN LORETTA WILCOTS
dob: AUGUST 13th, 2000
residence: LOCKE ROWE
sexuality: BISEXUAL
occupation: WAITRESS, SUNNYSIDE DINER
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TLDR; Basically, Dylan is the disgraced princess of the Wilcots family, once upon a time she was a spoiled brat, and how she's just a... trailer trash brat. She's sweet and affectionate and falls in love with everyone, she's a two-legged golden retriever with a bad habit of making things about her.
FAMILY BACKGROUND
Dylan Loretta Wilcots was born midday on one of the hottest days of the year, so hot that her mother, Loretta Wilcots, used to swear she’d given birth to the literal sun that day, something that stuck. It was a silly thing she always told her when she was a girl, that Dylan was nothing but sunshine and love, the one thing that brightened up the gloom and doom of her mother’s days. But it was just sweet girlhood memories, a sentiment that Dylan hadn’t heard about herself since her mother passed when she was ten years old, leaving her alone with her detached and callous father, and brand-new stepmother just a few months after they’d put her mother in the ground.
Gregory, daddy Greg, hadn’t planned on having Dylan when he did, in fact he hadn’t planned on marrying Loretta, she was meant to be a small town girlfriend, someone he would get to forget about once he graduated and got to go off at college. So, when she ended up pregnant with little Dylan, he was less than pleased, even less than when it caused him to give up his dreams of getting out of Marina, his dreams of being something else, something bigger. Instead, he was stuck with an unwanted child, and doing what his father had always wanted, following in his footsteps and keeping up with the family’s canning business. Wilcot Cannery stocked most of the grocery stores on Marina Island, by keeping everything in house it was a business that was always booming, and Gregory quickly fell in line and became the mirror image of his father after his passing.
Gregory always had a resentment towards Dylan, which bred Dylan’s own resentment back, plus his quick finding of a new mommy dearest for her didn’t help that. Dylan quickly filled the shoes of the spoiled-entitled brat, as sweet as sugar on the outside, but when she didn’t get her way she made it known, she spit and she cried and she screamed and made her father’s life as difficult as she possibly could, he didn’t deserve anything else in her eyes, he never loved her mother, never loved her, so why should she go out of her way to plead for it. No instead she pleaded for the tangible things he would shove in her face to get her out of his hair, whatever toy she wanted, whatever clothes she wanted, if Dylan whined, Dylan won.
It stayed like that for years, Dylan promised good behavior and pretty smiles as long as her dad gave her anything she asked for, and it worked, for years it worked until one year her dad asked for something she just couldn’t give to him. The Wilcots’ typically picked who they’d let into the family, pretty girls or pretty boys who didn’t care to argue anything, who would look on in the paper, and when Dylan was 18 her father wanted her to marry Ezra Jaymes, a boy whose father owned a big farm out on Prospect Hill. A business deal, a daughter for a son, a way to expand and put even more money in the Wilcots’ pockets. Dylan said no, and when she continued to say no her father slowly cut her off. First, he closed her banking cards, then he closed out the credit cards, and then finally he had the sheriff show up to escort her out of her home. She was 18 after all, and if he didn’t want her on his property there wasn’t anything they were able to do, even as she was crying for her daddy to let her stay. That was five years ago now, and while she still sees her father from time to time, she’s no longer able to whine her way to what she wants, now she was the disgraced Wilcot, and her younger half-siblings were her dad’s new pretty paper perfect dolls.
PRSENTLY
These days Dylan spends most of her time working, or at least pretending to work, at the diner flirting with the customers that come in or helping herself to the various freshly baked pies they serve daily. When she isn’t at Sunnyside she’s either roaming around downtown, trying to find the new high in her life, something or someone she can whine to fill the void her father left, someone who looked at her and saw the sun like her mom always had, or she’s got her feet propped up on the creaky swing she set up on the porch of her powder blue trailer in Locke Row, feeding the various strays that wander up to her home when she forgets to take her trash off the porch.
PERSONALITY
Dylan is bubbly. She’s a bubbly, giddy, giggly mess of a girl who means well and is good natured but can come off entirely shallow and self-absorbed. She cares about people deeply, prides herself on being an empath, but finds herself babbling about herself more than nodding in agreement when speaking to people. She’s a hopeless romantic, always searching for that fluttery feeling her mom used to tell her that she felt with her father, though she’s not sure how that was possible at all but is sure she herself will be able to find it, after all she fell in love at the drop of the hat. A pretty girl with round cheeks, a handsome boy with pearly whites, really a whisper of a compliment was enough to do her in, a serial dater. When she isn’t bubbly, she’s morose, a modern-day Eeyore, where anything and everything that can go wrong will, and she lets it be shown on her face, she’s never been very good at hiding her emotions.
WANTED CONNECTIONS
JILTED EX; Dylan ended things abruptly with them, no rhyme or reason to it, one day they were happy and planning future dates, then the next they got a cryptic text from Dylan stating it was over.
UNLIKELY FRIEND; the black cat to her golden retriever, they shouldn't work but they do, in fact they work so much that they can be darn right inseparable at times, even when Dylan is being overly affectionate and getting on their last nerves.
GIANT CRUSH; Dylan gets crushes on everyone, in fact no one takes her flrting seriously since there isn't a single person left in town that Dylan hasn't at least batted her eyelashes at once, but for some reason this person is always on her mind, the one she can't shake, the one who could be the one, if you wanted to get lame about it.
