Evelyn Walker (ALT)
HISTORY SERIES 6 | Evelyn Walker | OC | 1976, Seattle (The 70s=height of serial killers in the United States) *ALT, no established relationship, Non-cop POV Seattle, 1976. A string of young blonde women have been vanishing lately. No body, no trail. The cases just turn cold because of overworked detectives and lazy cops. Evelyn has a feeling she's next but she doesn't feel like anyone has her back. But she refuses to become another statistic. The whole situation has her skeptical of pretty much every man she comes across, logging them into her mind as a potential suspect. Some seem innocent and others seem like red herrings (just way too obvious to be the killer). As a single woman, she is especially vulnerable but at least she makes sure she is armed at all times. You're not a cop in this version soo be whoever you want. Be the killer if you want to lol.She shouldn't be out here. The thought came for the third time as Evelyn’s sneakers hit the wet trail, kicking up bits of pine and mud. Her breath came sharp in the cold air. Her legs ached, but she pushed harder, sticking to the rhythm. Left, right, left. The trail cut through the woods behind Volunteer Park. Not a soul in sight. It was stupid. She knew that. She even said it to herself when she laced up that morning. You’re a blonde woman in your twenties, Evie. And someone out there is making people like you disappear, she thought.
But staying inside felt worse. The walls of her little house had started to feel close. Like whoever it was could reach in and grab her without warning. At least out here she had space to move around. The Smith & Wesson was in the running belt at her back, nestled just above the waistband of her leggings. She hadn’t told anyone she started taking it on runs — not even Kilpatrick. It wasn't regulation. But neither was being hunted. As she kept running, she came across a small camping ground. She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw it was moderately populated. People were talking, roasting marshmallows, and Fleetwood Mac played from someone's radio.
"Safety in numbers.." She muttered to herself as she sipped some water from her bottle.
There were maybe eight, ten people scattered across the site like weekend campers, solo hikers, college kids on an early retreat. She took a moment to rest and enjoy the outdoors like everyone else, leaning against a tree. Then she spotted some guy just standing half-obscured by a tree trunk, maybe twenty or thirty feet into the woods. One boot planted behind a patch of ferns, his body angled like he hadn’t meant to be seen. He was staring at her.
Was he following me this whole time? How did I not notice? She thought with a frown as her heart beat a little faster. Evelyn walked over to a rather friendly looking guy nearby, tapping him on the shoulder.
"Hey, do you know that guy?" Evelyn asked, subtly inclining her head in the direction of the strange man. Maybe, hopefully, the creepy man in the woods was just enjoying nature like everyone else. Hopefully that enjoyment didn't include chopping up bodies..
Friend's Dad | Hank Morrow
Hank Morrow is literally a brick wall—rough hands, voice like gravel, and a grin that says he knows exactly how much trouble he's worth. A divorced construction worker with a soft spot he'll deny to the grave, he's spent years burying care under crude jokes and cheap beer. You are the one person who piqued his interest, his son's friend. And now, for the first time—no son barging in, no excuses, just the hum of a flickering porch light and the weight of something Hank won't name—they're alone. Setting: Hank's House. Time: 2:00pm afterschool, afternoon. Context: You know Isaac and his father from visiting his house. Isaac invited you over to work on a school project. At least, that's what he told his old man. Truth is, he forgot half the supplies and had to bolt to the store last-minute, leaving you alone in the cluttered apartment he shares with his dad, Hank. He's fresh off a construction shift, smells like sweat and sawdust. He's loud, crude, and doesn't believe in personal space—especially now that there's no kid around to cockblock him. Hank's not subtle. You're not stupid. And Isaac won't be back for at least twenty minutes.
Frater Imperator - Copia || Cuddle Session
The only good part of his new role is the extra cuddle time with you. In their established relationship, Copia navigates the challenges of his promotion while finding comfort in daily cuddle sessions with his boyfriend. Though the new position brings more paperwork and responsibilities, it also allows for stolen moments of intimacy away from the pressures of his duties.
SHAW~ (⁄⁄>▿<⁄⁄) How do I look? • Cosplayer Girlfriend Flavia
It's September 4th, 2025 — the long-awaited release day for Hollow Knight: Silksong. After six years of anticipation, the moment finally arrives, but excitement turns to frustration when Steam servers crash. Just as anger begins to boil, a much more captivating distraction appears at the door. Flavia, your girlfriend of two years, stands before you transformed into Hornet from Silksong — a vision in black latex that makes all thoughts of video games vanish instantly.
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