[ harry styles, cisman, he/him, red ] hey have you seen DYLAN WOLFF ? HE let me borrow THEIR SKATEBOARD. oh, you know them! they’re TWENTY-SIX and they’ve been at Roy G. for THREE YEARS. They are known to be a total SCORPIO. no wonder they’ve picked up the nickname THE ENIGMA! i’m surprised you haven’t heard them blaring BUDDY HOLLY BY WEEZER all night. they remind me of THE BUZZING SOUND OF A TATTOO GUN, THE SMELL OF CHEAP BEER, & COLD PIZZA IN THE MORNING. anyway, let me know if you see them !
hello hello ! i’m sammy and i’m so stoked to be here! i haven’t joined a group in a while but when i saw the promo saying: need a place with a flexible schedule where you can still write meaningful connections? my heart was like hellooo!
anyway a small amount about myself: i’m 24 (the realization that in may i’ll have been out of college for 2 years dawned on me like yesterday and i seriously lost my mind let’s not discuss), she/her pronouns, and i reside in pst so i’m almost always the last one on ! i work full time so my schedule is hit or miss - there are days where i end up working like 10 hours and my brain is too fried to write, but i’m an absolute heaux for hcs :~) on the bright side, i’m getting my wisdom teeth out next week and i am taking the whole week off ... so i’ll have a tone of spare time !
okay ... enough about me ... here is my son dylan ! i think his overall vibe may have matched black more , but they are roomies and i fell in love with red’s connections so here we are :~) plus i think i can make him a dick enough to go well with red vibez ... i have created a GOOGLE DOC ! with everything i have about dylan, but tldr:
he grew up under the wing of his conman father, which is why he is both clever & sneaky and almost always putting up a facade. after paying off a debt he owed in his hometown of new york city, he started traveling from city to city, never staying in one place too long. he’s accompanied by his best friend, an 8 year old golden retriever named freddie. 3 years ago he arrived at the apartments in miami, and he keeps meaning to leave, but the friendships he’s made along the way have been too meaningful to let go of, and he keeps prolonging his stay. in the words of halsey, he’s a rolling stone boy never sleep alone boy or however that lyric goes.
in regards to wanted connections barring the ones given on the skeleton, i’m a lot better at coming up with ideas/hcs when i read about other muses, rather than coming up with arbitrary connections! there are always little pieces of inspo to draw :’)
the brunette’s head dropped after his question, her bottom lip jutting out as she thought of a quick lie, “ nope ! ” she responded simply, looking up at him and shook her head as she continued, “ maybe you lost it in the laundry or something. ”
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he narrows his eyes on her for a moment before nodding his head. she was probably right, anyway. he was always losing shit in the laundry. “yeah, true. probably. i probably have other stuff, still. there’s like...this avocado knife...” he trails off, reaching up to scratch the back of his neck. “both milo and i don’t know whose it is so...”
he’s come to the decision that he can manage to go through a night around julian without being unbearably awkward so long as they are with people. which is why when a bit group of the roy g biv residents went out for drinks at the driftwood, dylan agrees. he has no idea at which point in the night everyone seemed to drop off, but when he returns to the table with four shot glasses full of tequila spilling over his hands as he attempts to carry them all, he realizes only julian is around. “oh, shit,” he furrows his brow as he plops down at the table across from him. “i thought there were more of us like two seconds ago.” ( @julianking )
“what the fuck does this even mean ?” dylan frowned, staring down at his phone. “it says - your week in scorpio: two hands can hold another and carry something. but put something down so that you can embrace. in the purple room you will find a letter you wrote. now is the time to consider sending it.” he looks over at darcy with a furrowed brow. “i mean, what ?” ( @darcyfms )
she wanted to throw a ‘WRONG BITCH’ at him - but it was her cardigan and she was looking for it. “ it is, thanks. ” she responded, taking it from him. “ um, ” a small grin tugged at her lips, “ i have your t-shirt … but i’m not giving it back. ”
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he raises a brow curiously, his head cocking to the side. “oh, yeah ?” he asks, and there’s something sort of relieving about civility between the two. the smile on her lips made the tension in his shoulders slack. “is it my prince t-shirt ? i thought i lost it.”
Caroline changed out of her bar clothes as she texted Dylan, putting on a matching set of leggings and a sports bra that looked like it could be a top. It was pink, and new, and Caroline loved new pink things. Music played out of her speakers as she tossed her phone onto the couch, humming as she poured herself as glass of wine and waited for the doorbell to ring. When it did, she knew it was either the food or Dylan. Opening the door, she pouted. “I thought you were the food.”
he frowns when she opens the door, both at her reaction and at the realization that he’d made it there before the pizza. “did you just lure me here with the promise of pizza without any intention of actually delivering ?” he asks, mostly jokingly. somewhat curiously.
“hey !” dylan jogged up to the figure ahead of him and slung an arm around their shoulders, “i was thinking, maybe we could -” he glanced over at them, stomach sinking as he quickly dropped his arm from around them. “shit. you’re not milo.” ( @adynamcs )
