Amazons

@the-mascara

Donna Troy, Cassie Sandmark, (OC) Serenity, (OC) Rosie Holmes (sideblog of dividedwecantfall)

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She shook her head as he started asking about the coach. She should have known better than to bring it up. The heck if she knew what the guy coached, all she knew was that no one called him ‘Mr.’ anything, always coach. And it wasn’t like Rosie was gonna go around asking. “I met the councilor my first day. She’s nice. I didn’t know she was married to another teacher though.”

She laughed at him falling over his words about tripping himself up. “I don’t think you’re that dumb, Wyatt. A bit thick maybe, but not dumb.” She tucked her hair behind her ear, knowing full well how dangerous this game she was playing was.

She looked up at him, loosening her grip on the books. Man, she really had been holding them tight. “Um, yeah sure. I think they’d be more relieved to have me out being a teenager instead of moping around.” She laughed the statement off, but she knew it wasn’t that simple. She was too old to pout about life being unfair, she knew it, but something inside her refused to move forward.

She pushed those thoughts away as she held her note book out for him to take. “I promised the theater teacher I would stick around to paint sets anyways, so I guess I’ll see you when you finish up?”

#((one positive of quarantine is I have time for rp now))#((so im finally back))

She quirked a smile at his sarcasm. She was bothering him. Good. The more sick of her she made him the more he would be willing to give her answers. Take that, Aunt Hippolyta. She did listen to those long lectures.

“Not exactly. Technically, yes, it does access more books, but not the kind you think.” She looked around before setting her sights on a shelf against the back wall.

She ran her hand across several binders before pulling one out and tossing it onto the table in front of Ambrose. She turned her back to him again as she fiddled with the adjacent objects on the shelf. She started to hum a bit as she worked, not really caring to see the other’s reaction. The more she forgot about showing him this, the better.

“You know what makes no sense to me,” Donna took another sip of her drink. “Why are threesomes always expect to be m/f/f? Maybe I want a guy for each hole. You don’t know my life.”

Sylas’s eyes flashed back. “I don’t want to sell it or share it. I just wanna have something that fucks me up.” He said. He knew he’d probably still have no luck, so he turned back to his date. “Worth a shot.” He chuckled

“Keeps you comin’ back though, doesn’t it?” the young man laughed over his shoulder, not bothering to look back.

Donna made a face of disgust, having heard the whole spiel about a thousand times. “Don’t let him get to you, he’s an asshole and he knows it.” She face softened as her eyes locked on Sylas’s. “What now love?’

He smiled at her. “Don’t worry. I knew I’d get nowhere.” He chuckled. “Let’s settle our tabs and head to the motel~” he purred, pulling out his wallet.

“Good,” she nodded, pulling a blank check out of her jacket pocket and placing it on the counter. She smiled again, hooking her arm through Silas’s and resting her head on his shoulder.

“That settles it then doesn’t it?” He snickered, leading the way out to his old truck. He helped her up into it and then got in himself. “My truck is shit. I know.” He chuckled as he started it. It wasn’t dirty, it was just… Quite old.

“Beats, drinking and flying,” she shrugged. Honestly, she had a soft spot for older machines. Computers were so over complicated. “And people say your car tells a lot about a person. I never trust anyone who drives a shiny little car.”

dividedwecantfall

*dies from apologizing too much*

I promise im not dead guys!

ive been rping on tiktok and discord and always forget to come on here.

im on christmas break now so im trying to be more present

“You know what makes no sense to me,” Donna took another sip of her drink. “Why are threesomes always expect to be m/f/f? Maybe I want a guy for each hole. You don’t know my life.”

Sylas’s eyes flashed back. “I don’t want to sell it or share it. I just wanna have something that fucks me up.” He said. He knew he’d probably still have no luck, so he turned back to his date. “Worth a shot.” He chuckled

“Keeps you comin’ back though, doesn’t it?” the young man laughed over his shoulder, not bothering to look back.

Donna made a face of disgust, having heard the whole spiel about a thousand times. “Don’t let him get to you, he’s an asshole and he knows it.” She face softened as her eyes locked on Sylas’s. “What now love?’

He smiled at her. “Don’t worry. I knew I’d get nowhere.” He chuckled. “Let’s settle our tabs and head to the motel~” he purred, pulling out his wallet.

“Good,” she nodded, pulling a blank check out of her jacket pocket and placing it on the counter. She smiled again, hooking her arm through Silas’s and resting her head on his shoulder.

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Rosie hummed with pleasure as he moved on to her neck. She bit her lip to keep herself from moaning, lifting her chin to allow him better access. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.” She really did want this. Ever since she first saw him perform, her fingers itched to feel every inch of him.

Daniel very quickly flipped them over on the couch so that Rosie was lying on his back and he was above her. “If you’ve waited so long, why’re we wasting time talking then?” Seconds later he was tugging at her clothes.

“Because,” she smiled coyly, her hand resting on his to still it, “some things are worth the wait.” Something about his desperation was invigorating. An element of control over him that she could abuse any time she pleased. “But... since you asked so nicely...” She dropped her hand from his with a nod of permission and pulled on his collar, signaling him to remove his own shirt as well.

“You know what makes no sense to me,” Donna took another sip of her drink. “Why are threesomes always expect to be m/f/f? Maybe I want a guy for each hole. You don’t know my life.”

Sylas’s eyes flashed back. “I don’t want to sell it or share it. I just wanna have something that fucks me up.” He said. He knew he’d probably still have no luck, so he turned back to his date. “Worth a shot.” He chuckled

“Keeps you comin’ back though, doesn’t it?” the young man laughed over his shoulder, not bothering to look back.

Donna made a face of disgust, having heard the whole spiel about a thousand times. “Don’t let him get to you, he’s an asshole and he knows it.” She face softened as her eyes locked on Sylas’s. “What now love?’

“You know what makes no sense to me,” Donna took another sip of her drink. “Why are threesomes always expect to be m/f/f? Maybe I want a guy for each hole. You don’t know my life.”

“Seriously?” He snickered. “This isn’t even my best stuff, and you can’t even overdose on it. The more you smoke, the more likely you are to just fall asleep and take a really good nap.” He said. “But to each their own.” He said, taking a couple more hits before offering it back. “Im good if you are?”

She raised her hands in surrender. “I said I’d try it once, not smoke the whole damn thing. It’s all yours babe.”

He snuffed it out then put what was left back in his container. “Now, winner says we go finish our drinks, then we go back to my hotel.” He said, smirking

“As you wish, darling,” she smiled, walking ahead of him and ordering herself another drink. She had just regular beer this time though. Something told her this was going to be something to remember.

He finished his drink that he had left, then waited for her. He looked to the bartender and grinned. “So, I hear you won’t tell me Jack shit about your special booze. I’m still going to ask.” He said.

The man behind the bar met Sylas’s gaze nonchalantly. His eyes flashed off the light, like a cat’s late at night. “Sorry, bro

Cassie wanted to hit him again. It might have been a new record though, of going several minutes without being tempted to strangle him. God’s, no wonder no one kept him around. She’d shove him in a box too if this was what she’d have to deal with for thousands of years.

“Ever since the birth of my people,” she explained, taking a moment to relish the fact that she knew what he didn’t, “we have tried to keep certain information under wraps. That’s why I live in America, not back on the island. I’m a guardian of sorts.”

She spun the key in her hand, watching it glitter. She only knew this location by word of mouth, and the puzzles to find it were even better than she imagined. “But I don’t see any harm in using them for the interest of a sister in faith.”

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open to: f

wanted connections: his ex-best friend’s ex-girlfriend that may or may not want to make her ex jealous

his friend and his friend’s ex had a relationship that was nothing short of a disaster. if there was a party and the pair were there, there was no doubt that it’d end with some huge argument where they’d ‘ break up ’ or end up practically fucking in front of everyone. and when denny saw her one of many pairs expensive of stilettoes come up beside him while he was in the middle of fixing one of the arcade machines in the bowling alley, he knew he was probably in for something. he could hear her calling his name and he pretended not hear her through his headphones, but then she was ripping them off his head. groaning, he stood up and look at her, eyes rolling. “ look princess, i can’t talk right now. if you’re so fucking pissed off at asa why don’t you go harass him and not me. some of us have jobs, you know. ” he snatched his headphones back from her.

“denny, sweetheart,” rosie smiled. it was an incredibly fake smile, but guys were dumb, right? “i thought you knew me better than that.” she gave the boy puppy eyes when he snatched the headphones back. she had manipulation down to a tee. how else was she supposed to get what she wanted? “asa was smalltime. people like us only need him for a stepping stool to the next level of society.” she shook her head, her dangling earrings swinging.

#better than badass (rosie)

“You know what makes no sense to me,” Donna took another sip of her drink. “Why are threesomes always expect to be m/f/f? Maybe I want a guy for each hole. You don’t know my life.”

“Seriously?” He snickered. “This isn’t even my best stuff, and you can’t even overdose on it. The more you smoke, the more likely you are to just fall asleep and take a really good nap.” He said. “But to each their own.” He said, taking a couple more hits before offering it back. “Im good if you are?”

She raised her hands in surrender. “I said I’d try it once, not smoke the whole damn thing. It’s all yours babe.”

He snuffed it out then put what was left back in his container. “Now, winner says we go finish our drinks, then we go back to my hotel.” He said, smirking

“As you wish, darling,” she smiled, walking ahead of him and ordering herself another drink. She had just regular beer this time though. Something told her this was going to be something to remember.

“You know what makes no sense to me,” Donna took another sip of her drink. “Why are threesomes always expect to be m/f/f? Maybe I want a guy for each hole. You don’t know my life.”

“Seriously?” He snickered. “This isn’t even my best stuff, and you can’t even overdose on it. The more you smoke, the more likely you are to just fall asleep and take a really good nap.” He said. “But to each their own.” He said, taking a couple more hits before offering it back. “Im good if you are?”

She raised her hands in surrender. “I said I’d try it once, not smoke the whole damn thing. It’s all yours babe.”

“You know what makes no sense to me,” Donna took another sip of her drink. “Why are threesomes always expect to be m/f/f? Maybe I want a guy for each hole. You don’t know my life.”

He walked with her around the back of the building and lit up a joint. He blew out the smoke, then looked at her. He grinned and leaned in, kissing her. He couldn’t wait to get her out of here.

Donna kept her hand on his arm as they walked out together. Her eyes shot open when he kissed her. His breath was warm and still tasted like the drug. His tongue did too, she discovered.

He pulled back slowly and licked his lips. He offered the joint. He wouldn’t be upset if she refused. More for him that way anyway.

Donna took one drag, before handing the joint back. “Damn, that’s some powerful stuff. No wonder the government doesn’t want humans taking it.”

He studied her face. She seemed to be around his age… young, someone with a whole, bright future in front of them. For Barry, even though he was young, that wasn’t real. Or, let’s say, entirely out of reach. The past he had been through… it had set his path for him, he was sure about it. And no matter how hard he would try to become a better person, he’d always stay… who he was. The boy who had murdered his own mother. The member of a criminal gang.

Was he supposed to tell her about all of this? He didn’t know her. What if she’d use his trust to stab him later? No, he knew better than that. But then… she was just a girl. And until today, no girl had ever hurt him.

“I’m… Barry.” he said, skeptical, but loosening up a little. He removed his knees from his chest and sat properly, rubbing his nose. His headache was annoying, the bruises on his face burning unpleasantly. “What’s your name? I wanna know it… if you don’t mind. Even if you’re… no one of any consequence.” He smirked at her.

She stared back at him, less in a skeptical way though. Her eyes were eager, waiting. She was no stranger to his past. Police files were easy to lift. No, she was intrigued by the idea of redemption.

She smiled as he began to relax. “My friends call me Serenity, so I suppose you may do the same.” Friends might have been a stretch. The people around her merely tolerated her actions because she did her job well.

She leaned towards him, trying to read his uneasy expression. Usually people wore their feelings pretty obviously, but he had practice lying. The mystery of it all only made her more determined to get inside his head.“Do you know why I’m here, Barry?”

“You know what makes no sense to me,” Donna took another sip of her drink. “Why are threesomes always expect to be m/f/f? Maybe I want a guy for each hole. You don’t know my life.”

He walked with her around the back of the building and lit up a joint. He blew out the smoke, then looked at her. He grinned and leaned in, kissing her. He couldn’t wait to get her out of here.

Donna kept her hand on his arm as they walked out together. Her eyes shot open when he kissed her. His breath was warm and still tasted like the drug. His tongue did too, she discovered.

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He could feel how someone sat beside him. He was waiting for something else to happen. A speech. A touch. But nothing happened, no matter how long he waited. He finally lifted his head, blinking because his eyes had been too used to being shut for a while, and slowly he could see the girl next to him properly.

He frowned. He wasn’t sure whether he had seen her before… but no matter how hard he tried to remember, he couldn’t. She was looking at him so she definitely wasn’t here to just chill on the bench. She wanted to talk to him.

“Hey.” he said, voice a little hoarse. “Who are you?”

She gave him a gentle smile as he looked up. He reacted sooner than she had expected. The pain behind his eyes gave her the urge to just throw her arms around him and make all the darkness go away, but she restrained herself.

“No one of any consequence,” she shook her head. If she’d been there to talk about herself, she would have come up in a much less casual manner.

“The real question is, who are you?”

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