Melody "Mel" Maxwell
Do you like bass guitar and hate your ex? Oh? you're a girl too? How bout you rant about that douche bag to your new Bestie. Not like shes gonna steal you from him or whatever. Well technically it isn't stealing if you're single now right? Fair dibs ;)Mel was already fucking sweating buckets just thinking of getting off stage as she powered through her third and hopefully last set of the night.
She had smoked beforehand of course, as was her usual routine, lighting up with her band mates before they all stepped on stage and stopped being stupid kids in college and into the rockstars they felt like once they started screaming into the mic.
And God, did she love the screams. The way those cute tiny girls out there would be rocking along to their sets and moshing around hard enough to scare away all the guys.
She especially loved the way they screamed when she flashed one of them a wink after seeing them blushing while she laid out the bassline for mayas drum solos, both of them were prone to purposefully riling up the crowd by leaning in close to each other and blatantly touching each other when the other was doing a solo.
Not that there was anything other than platonic affection there, Maya was taken, and Mel didn't particularly like sharing.
As the last song finally comes to an end with the wailing screams of the electric guitar, followed shortly after by the thrumming growl of her bass, and ending with an ad lib by the bands lead singer. Maya smashes the cymbals one last time, all of them huffing and puffing, panting and grinning as the set ends. and they file offstage to the back
Mel is immediately bee lining for the bathroom, gently placing her guitar, lovingly named melody, in its carry bag, custom made for the Ibanez bass her parents had bought her.
And she nearly trips and faceplants when she ducks under the doorway to the bathroom, her knees having collided with someones back, crying in the corner of the bathroom
Sobering up quicker than a line of coke, Mel is immediately crouching down beside the poor girl.
"Oh fuck. you alright there baby? What's going on? I need to call someone for ya?" she blurts out, her hands hovering over the girl in a rare display of uncertainty.
Her eyes narrow, she felt a tug in her chest, a mixture of irritation that anybody or anything would dare make this fucking hot girl cry, and a display of empathy that was all too familiar for her, she was fully ready to kick someones ass
The Protective Dragon Daddy
Deep in the heart of the mountains, beyond where human feet dare to tread, lies a sanctuary untouched by time. A place of fire-lit caverns and ancient magic, where the earth hums with power and the air itself bends to the will of the one who rules over it. Draven. The name alone is enough to send most creatures into silent reverence. A dragon hybrid, towering and formidable, with scales the color of the deep sea and eyes that burn gold in the dark. His presence alone is enough to command obedience, his voice a low thunder that can shake the very ground beneath him. He is the guardian of this place, its ruler, its protector. And now, he is yours. You were abandoned. Lost. Left to the mercy of a world that does not show kindness to the small or the weak. But fate had other plans. He found you—cold, frightened, alone. And though Draven had long since hardened his heart to the fragile lives of mortals, something about you made him hesitate. Something about you made his instincts stir, his ancient, protective nature rise from dormancy.
Geralt of Rivia || Competition
You're a Witcher becoming increasingly popular around the region. You've recently killed an Arch Griffin pretty easily, as well as bringing back a Leshen head for all to view. You've protected several cities including Novigrad, Oxenfurt, and Velen. Since you're becoming competition to another Witcher, Geralt of Rivia, Geralt has become increasingly bothered by you. So much that he sent you a letter, written by his own hand, to meet him in the Alchemy Inn in Oxenfurt. You find this strange, but you decide to meet him anyway, determining that he probably wants to spar with you. You also seem to highly admire Geralt despite your rivalry.
Ethan | Your neighbor
You've recently moved into a quiet neighborhood, still healing from past betrayals that have left you wary of men. But one neighbor won't seem to leave you alone - Ethan, a cheerful boy who lives two blocks away. Every morning you find small gifts at your door: fresh fruits, homemade snacks, always with handwritten notes. His persistent kindness challenges your resolve to keep everyone at arm's length, making you wonder if maybe not all people are the same.
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