#ridestart.

[thrcttles]

where: straton hospital when: around 2 AM status: open ( capped - 4/5 )

As Madhavi made her way down to the ER to assist with incoming traumas, she quietly prayed for a second wind. They tended to be her only saving grace on an eighteen hour shifts, especially if the local MCs were cooking up some nonsense — which, tonight, they were. It didn't help that she was craving hot food. She could run out for some shitty pre-prepared taquitos from the convenience store around the block, but she'd been avoiding that place since she'd gotten back into town. It was where Keshav got his first job. She could still picture him behind the counter, big, dopey grin on his face, tossing her an expired Hostess cake like it was something she'd actually want.

Ignoring the dull hunger pangs in her stomach, she drew the curtain around the bed she'd been paged to, fixing its occupant with a cool, professional smile. "Hi, sorry for the wait, full house tonight." Setting down the chart, she snapped on a pair of rubber gloves. "My name is Dr. Nandamuri and I'll be overseeing your care."

[erraticismshq]

open starter - straton  gas  &  convenience  - early afternoon, saturday

cassie stood in the candy aisle, with two bags of the same candy but different flavour in her hand. her brows were furrowed in an expression of intense concentration, lips pursed as she glanced back and forth between them. it was like this decision was the biggest dilemma of her life. after another dramatic sigh, cassie glanced down the aisle. a stranger was standing there, minding their own business, unfortunately for them. "hey," she called, stepping towards them. she held up both candy bags like she was weighing sacred objects. "okay, life or death question. which flavour would you rather find in a pinata? blue raspberry or cherry? i feel like i can't have both because that's too much of one candy but can't work out which flavour is more popular. though i like blue raspberry, i don't think others appreciate having a stained blue tongue - even though that’s like, the whole fun of having blue candy? but i just cannot decide." cassie ranted. and she really needed an answer. because what kind of party didn't have a pinata? a boring one, obviously.

[discsters-a]

The Case for Building Instead of Picking

Most platforms hand you a menu of premade characters. SweetDream hands you a blank canvas. You're not picking from someone else's imagination, you're building from your own, looks and personality and voice and history all the way down.

That's the purpose that makes it worth it. The companion you end up with feels personal because she literally is. And thanks to the quality of the chat and the visuals, the person you imagined is the person who shows up at sweetdream.ai.

[discsters-a]

    𝐀   𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄   𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆   of   numbness   was   tingling   through   her   petite   body   as   she   stepped   foot   in   the   town   she   once   called   home   .   &   now  ?   it   felt   like   a   place   she   was   even   scared   to   walk   into   ,   even   though   her   name   was   cleared   .   there   was   no   one   to   truly   trust   .   everyone   could   have   been   the   person   to   put   her   into   the   trap   of being   accused   of   killing   the   diablo's   president   .   EVERYONE   .   even   the   people   she   called   her   family   . with   a   cigarette   loosely   hanging   between   her   lip   ,   fists   ready   to   be   used   in   any   second   to   protect   herself   ,   she   was   walking   through   the   streets   ,   lost   in   her  thoughts   ,   nowhere   to   go   .   honestly   ,  who   would   she   even   go   to   first   ?   or   where   ?   miss   gina's   immediately   popped   up   in   her   head   ,   a   place   she   used  to   love   so   much   ---   and   if   already  everyone   hated   her   ,   might   as   well   at   least   go   down   with   tasting   the   best   burger   again   .   “   move  ”  ,   she   mumbled  grumpily   ,   arms   crossed   over   her   chest   as   she   finally   had   reached   the   desired   building  ,   but   the   entrance   was   blocked   by   someone   .   she   didn't   even   care   to   find   out   who   it   was   ,   if   it  was   someone   who   knew   her   .   who   missed   her   .   or  wanted   to   punch   her   .   or   worse   .      “   you're   blocking   my   way   to   the   only   good   thing   left   in   this   town.  so , unless   you   want   to   join   me  ---     please   at   least   step   aside . ”   it   was   obviously   a   lie   ,   otherwise   she   wouldn't   be   back   ,   but   victoria   had   promised   to  herself   not   to   let   anyone   close   again   .   and   it   was   probably   a   mistake   to   come   back   in   the   first   place .

[melancholaes]

“ seriously !   i thought he was going to like, break me in half. “  the dancer exclaims, hands coming up as if to emphasize her point. is it an exaggeration ?  maybe a little bit.  “ and like, how do you tell a dude there is definitely such thing as too big without his ego getting even bigger? “  she shakes her head and flicks some fair blonde tresses from her face.  “ i mean like, he paid good but still . . . damn. “

[lilithfm]

LILITH: okay but what if the story of peter pan is actually about a reaper taking the souls of young kids? neverland is like their own heaven cause it makes them happy.

[shilohfish]

Text | Open

Fish: If u bit a zombie do u think u wld turn?

Fish: What about if u ate a zombie's brain?

Fish: Is eating a zombie cannibalism?

Fish: Are zombies considered cannibals?

[pjdiablo]

open starter ↴

It was a Saturday; before shit-face-o’clock so what else was PJ doing except getting gas and junk food. He had nowhere to be and he had really only just woken up an hour before so his sunglasses were still over his eyes despite being inside a dimly lit petrol station; a shitty run down petrol station if anyone asked him. His left hand was tucked into his right arm pit while his other hand reached forward to grab a pack of sour skittles and even though his decision looked firm, he was still debating on a snickers too. Nearly snatching the snickers in a quick decision to just get both, PJ also grabbed a red bull and made it up to the register to pay for it all. “Twenty on pump four too.” Once they were rung up and he gave his cash, the biker put both candies in his front cut pockets and the small energy drink in a pocket of the inside of his cut. “Thanks, boss.” PJ muttered at the familiar man behind the cash register - the man easily his own father’s age. The man that deserved retirement and relaxing days by a pool. The man that surely made just above minimum wage and barely survived on it. If PJ allowed himself, he’d just spiral even further so while he finished pumping gas he threw all of those thoughts the fuck out of his mind. All he wanted at that moment was a cigarette, but not wanting to potentially catch fire won the ever raging nicotine battle this time.

The Diablo finished pumping gas and was sliding back onto his bike when he saw the other walking by just a few feet from him. “You look lost.” He quipped, pulling his helmet on. @ridereblogs​​

[shallowsins]

‘  i  should  probably  tell  you  that  if  you  don’t  back  off,  you're  going  to  wake  up  with  your  fingers  missing.  ’     the  troubled  girl  points  out,  speech  just  a  tad  bit    slurred    thanks  to  a  few  too  many  ounces  of  alcohol  that  stirs  within  her  system  now,    rendering    her  vision  askew  as  she  doesn’t  bother  to  turn  and  glance  at  the  other  now  at  her  side.  she’d  been  sitting  at  the  bar  for  the  past  hour  and  like    clockwork    various  strangers  had  approached  her  attempting  to  land  greasy  paws  on  her  figure.     ‘  i’m  gonna  take  a  wild  guess  and  say  you  don’t  want  that.  ’