#obx starter

[bankslov]

“  pretending you don't need people doesn't make you strong it just makes you a jackass.” @indiestarter * open to anyone, m / f / nb. *

[entangledmuses]

Open Rp

Muse: Kiara Carrera (Canon Character)

Fandom: Outerbanks

Crossover friendly: Yes

"What the Hell is wrong with you?" Kiara snapped, shaking her head as she started to pace a little, getting agitated.

[lavishash]

muse: john b routledge, eighteen years old fandom: outer banks open to: canon or non-canon female muses connection: any

"you can't still be mad at me." the male's hand rested on her arm before he tried to roll her over to face him. "you can't stay mad at me forever, you know." he couldn't help the smile that was forming on his lips as he stared at the femme. john b couldn't deal with the fact that she was mad at him especially if it was for a long period of time, he just wanted things to go back to normal.

[multistoty]

Outer Banks Muses

please, covid still sucks but I would love love writing in this world again since every one has wanted shadow and bone

i have cleo, jj, kie, sarah, and john b

[bankslov]

" i miss summer already, don't get me wrong.. i love christmas but i can't wait for it to be summer again." @indiestarter ( open to anyone.)

[bankslov]

" is that all this was to you, a game? i was just a game to you.. " she mutters quietly. @indiestarter ( open to anyone. )

[entangledmuses]

Open Rp

Muse: Sofia Cruz (Canon Character)

Fandom: Outerbanks

Crossover friendly: Yes

"You know... what they did, really wasn't on." Sofia said, looking at the other. "There is something wrong with those people."

[multistoty]

JJ had thought things couldn't get worse when his father's fists had turned his skin nearly purple with marks left by the fake rings he was wearing and the blood poured heavily from the head that had been smacked into a window. Hearing a familiar voice was far worse. His eyes dried up rapidly as a litany of cuss words left his lips. The one time someone comes to visit him. There was no time to drag his broken body far away from the place on the porch though the idea of concerned eyes on him seemed more painful than the concussion that was clearly coming on. His knuckles were white as they fisted in the length of his shirt. Well, John B's shirt with which he had borrowed. it stuck awkwardly against his skin "I'd say you should see the other guy, but I am embarrassed enough." the blonde attempted to tease sending a weak smile.