||• give my girl a love interest or perhaps her daughter 🥺😭

|| migraine territory so delayed replies x

|| ooooooo I dooooo

"Adorable."

"Meanwhile my brother fucks everything that moves. Nothing's changed, hey Drakey boy?"

"Right!?"

-drools-

|| Keen to plot and diversify the RP here. DMs open for interested writers. Looking for: - friendships - business dealings - white collar crime - prison plots - pack/breed kink ships - supernatural RT to spread the word ❤️

|| Does anyone have a Grey's Anatomy character that works at the hospital and would be keen to interact? I'm hoping to build on a SL relating to a baby born at G-S Memorial Hospital.

Tucked beneath the old viaduct and woven between half-condemned industrial blocks and forgotten alleyways, The Fringe was a neighbourhood most humans avoided—or pretended didn’t exist. It didn't appear on tourist maps, and GPS apps would glitch or reroute before one could reach--

--it. By day, it looked like any other grungy, half-redeveloped slice of Seattle. By night, it hummed with an energy that was unmistakable to anyone even slightly touched by magic. Flickering neon signs in languages that seemed to change every time one-looked--

--advertised all-night apothecaries, blood bars, charm shops, and pawn brokers that dealt in “items not meant for daylight.” The air smelled like smoke, metal and wet herbs, as if someone was brewing god-knows-what in a rusty cauldron. --

The street lamps buzzed low, their lights warmer than standard city bulbs, casting gold shadows. Shifters ran errands in half-form, witches argued over spell prices, and something unseen scuttled along the brick rooftops overhead. People didn't stop here unless they knew--

--someone. Or, they were being followed. Drake leaned against the brick wall near a closed record shop, his white t-shirt a contrast to the shadows. There was a glint in his amber eyes—some mix of suspicion, curiosity, and undeniable charm. He noticed [your character] walk by--

--and he was tempted to step in front of them. But he didn't. Instead, he spoke—low, amused, almost kind beneath the edge of a warning. “Most people don’t walk alone in this part of town after dark. You must be braver than you look. Or a little reckless.” #OpenStarter #OpenRP

|| Sorry guys my muse for Val is really low :/

|| All my DMs have reset??? Wtf???

"I want a baby."

"I could do it by myself."

Valerie, through her various connections, had organised an appointment with 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙖 𝙙𝙚𝙡𝙪𝙘𝙖 at Grey-Sloan Memorial under the guise of a routine check. What she really needed the appointment for, was for information.