#[ Rebecca | Starter ]

[myristca]

where: lost and found bar when: after the storm starts who: open no occupancy (2/2)

everything was too sudden for becca to truly understand. distractions took her attention before she could think; the hurried conversations, the rush of movement, the sudden noise of a hard rainfall on the roof and windows. even her own voice didn't sound right. it felt strained and warbled in her throat when she spoke, still caught by surprise just as she was getting the hang of this place. but her hands are steady on the injured ankle while she feels for irregularities underneath. "it's not a break or tear- that's good. now, i'm going to push on your foot and you let me know when it hurts too much."

[flxshy]

@soulofgenocide

"Fuck off this is OUR haul!"

[someotherdog]

character: mattie open: m/f/nb plot: mattie is a socialite-in-waiting, a pauper trying to turn princess. she’s been lying to all her rich friends that she’s rich too, only for your muse to randomly come into the diner she works at days before and discover she’s nothing more than a poor waitress. it’s up to you on what they do with that information! as for now, mattie’s groveling.

okay. shit. two days ago, she’d innocently being working the night shift, when her world suddenly shattered. well, the fake world she crafted for herself had shattered. no one in the city of new york knew that mattie was lying about everything: her family, where she came from, the fact that she was nearly two hundred thousand dollars in credit card debt. as far as her rich friends knew, she fit right in with them, a hotel heiress from brazil that never had to work for a thing in her life. mattie feared her stomach was going to be permanently clenched from anxiety, waiting for all her friends to drop her. when they would figure out mattie was technically stealing from them, letting them pay for all the parties and expensive trips and clothes, just about everything. how she’d use take their credit cards because she knew they had no limit and her friends wouldn’t ever see the statements anyways. it was all working so perfectly—until that one damn shift. now the person in front of her held her fate and future in manhattan in their hands, and matilde doubted they’d just brush it off. “please… i know you don’t owe me anything, but i’m begging you. please. do not tell anyone about the other day. i’ll do anything you want, just don’t let the others know!”

[demongemz]

With the Death of Jill Tuck, she’d been able to reinvent herself as Rebecca Stark, Activities Director with the Farm. Edgar offered her the position of Doctor but with her new baby, she’d wanted something that allowed for time to spend being a mother. She’d been pulled from her thoughts when the other approached “Hello there, and welcome to The Farm, I’m Rebecca Stark, the Activities Director for the place, unfortunately, both Edgar and Katherine are a tad busy and were unable to perform this tour, so you have me as your helpful replacement. If you’ll follow me we can get started” she mused turning on heels to proceed with the tour “If you don’t mind a personal question what brings you to the Farm?” @walstarterblog

[nytehavyn-circle]

Close Attraction

(Closed starter with @unabashed-lover-of-fictional-men - Eileen and Rebecca)

Eileen had found a new interesting place to go lately: it was a coffee shop slash occult shop. They had several shelves with books on the occult, connected to an area for coffee and tea, which also connected to an outdoor area as an extension of the coffee shop.

She had been sitting, reading a small book on demonology, while having a cup of black coffee (sometimes she had flavored or sugared coffee, but today it was black). She glanced up from her book momentarily to take a quick look around when she spotted a woman who made her do an actual double-take.

The woman was beautiful. With long brown hair, and a thickish hourglass figure. Eileen just stared, then ducked her head a bit behind her book so as no to be noticed too easily. She didn't want to be spotted creepily staring at the woman from across the way.

She couldn't help it, though, the way the woman moved. It's like she had the movements of a cat, sleek and dignified when she walked. And Eileen nearly dropped her cup of coffee when the woman bent over to find something on a lower shelf.

Come on, Eileen, she thought. Stop staring. You're going to get in trouble.

She took a sip of her coffee and tried to focus on her book, but her eyes kept flicking up over the top of it to the woman. She sat her book down, and gave a soft exhale.

She figured she'd might as well get the woman's attention, so when she started looking for a place to sit, Eileen gave a small wave and gestured to the open seat across from her at the table.

[monkeypenny]

[downs1de]

SAM WINCHESTER-DAVIS: TAG DROP

[vghtsupes]

     𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄  𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒  𝐅𝐎𝐑  𝐀  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑  𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌  𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐂𝐀  ' 𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐂𝐀 '  𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑     -     canon  character  ;  the  boys.     mutuals  only.     length  &  verse  varied.     may  come  into  ims / discord  for  plotting.     multi's,  please  specify  your  own  muse / muses.

[heavenprotect]

⸻ @viralcure liked for a thing!

"here you go." another late night at the university means more and more coffee in order to stay up late until the computers are done analyzing the data from his last recovery assignment. "and yes, i made sure they added the chocolate chips." he wasn't gonna judge her drink combination, not when his is rather egregious to some folks at the bsaa.

"looks like another all-nighter." which he didn't mind, steve has pulled his fair share of all-nighters at the bsaa, occasionally out in the field if they needed him to go out. however, most of that time was spent in the offices decrypting various gigs of data. "but at least this is the last of them." it's nice to work somewhere that isn't his office at the bsaa, he's aware of rebecca and her association with chris, plus she's one of the few that is privy to highly confidential information about him so there's that.

[moondustlings]

open to: all muse: rebecca "becca" thompson. plot: becca, a preacher's daughter, is in her senior year of college and beginning to become rebellious of her parents' teachings. your muse is all too eager to aid in her consensual c.orruption. connections: classmate, professor, friend (t.aboo and non welcome)

"isn't it stupid how, like, i wasn't even allowed to wear a spaghetti strap without a t-shirt under it?" the pair were bonding in the form of becca lamenting of how sheltered her youth was, and how the last couple years in college had been completely eye-opening. "if my dad saw me now, he'd freak." not only was she doing the unthinkable in baring her shoulders in a halter top paired with a long, flowy skirt, she also had multiple tattoos, including a cross on her wrist and the birds in flight on her collarbone. it wasn't groundbreaking but to her, she was well on her way to becoming the person she felt like she was. "okay, so tell me — what's the craziest think you've done? i'm dying to know."

[flxshy]

@thenextchapterbegins

“David!”

The woman burst through the door, comically taking the taller teen by his collar and pulling him down to her eye sight. Someone had taken her gun and hid it up high, and the only fucker that was left in the fucking house that could reach it just so happened to be the teen prodigy.

“Get my fucking shotty from the top of the fridge, someone fucking is pulling a stupid ass prank on me.”

[someotherdog]

character: sonny open: m/f/nb plot: sonny is a surly bartender in a small, dusty town in the arizona desert. like any other night, he's working at the bar when your muse comes in. your muse can be any connection (strangers, friends, enemies, etc) as long as it's nothing t*boo or familial.

it was too early in the evening for sonny to be so apathetic with his customers, but the regulars had become used to his terrible customer service. perhaps it was the twang of loretta lynn’s tinny voice from the jukebox in the corner or the worn-in seats up against the bar and the tables already filled up with its usual suspects, but the dour attitude of sonny only increased tenfold over the past few hours since he woke up for work. dropping the dishrag loudly against the bar, he looked to the customer that just sat down, “what’ll it be?” he regarded them suspiciously and spoke before they could answer, “and i’m not getting out the blender, so pick something on tap.”

[helluvaslut]

Open Starter : Accidental threesome with Blonde Bombshells [ Male/Female/Futa ]

Lucy and Rebecca were enjoying a session as the two were naked in Lucy’s bed. The two women were both in heat as their pussies were rubbing against each other. The two were too into each other that they didn’t notice that someone else had entered the room. As their moans together were loud enough to drown out any other noises.

[dreamgrlevl]

open starter: rebecca (open to f) plot: your muse wants to be on the cheer team by any means necessary. this blog uses beta editor / do not like my starters

“sweetheart, you came to me begging for a second chance to be on the team.” rebecca says matter of fact, a somewhat mocking grin on her lips as she looks at how nervous the other seems now that their faced with the price of making it onto the cheer team. around her hips hangs a massive strap on, likely bigger than anything the other has ever taken before, and in her hands rebecca holds a powerful vibrator that she fully intends to use. “you bombed your audition, but like i said i’m willing to give you another chance but you gotta be a good little sl*t for me and spread those legs.” they hadn’t actually done that bad during their audition, perhaps a few missed steps and moves not entirely done the way rebecca likes, but it’s nothing that more practice couldn’t fix. that’s not what matters though, rebecca is happily taking advantage of the situation and the other’s desperation to make it onto her championship winning team. 

[beck-derringer]

Beck walked into the ship carrying bags and bags of Tim Tams and other Australian snacks. Objectively, it looked like a single person shouldn’t have been able to carry so many bags at one time, but when it came to Aussie goods Beck was never one to abide by the laws of physics. She even had a Tim Tam in her mouth, which she had realized she was unable to bite down on as both her hands were full and she had no way to hold the Tim Tam to continue eating it. She was on her way to the pods, when one of her crewmates passed by.

“Hey, hey,” she greeted them through her teeth, as she was careful not to accidentally drop her Tim Tam. “Want a Tim Tam? Not this one in my mouth - unless you’re into that sort of thing.” Was that a joke? No one would ever know. “I got plenty in these bags though. Figured I’d better stock up before we get to the good ol’ KBW.”

[whomuses]

@skipperxander liked for Rebecca

She had called him into her office; sat neatly behind her desk as the sunshine flooded in through the window, the sounds of the other players on the pitch. She gestured towards a chair, offering a polite smile as he entered the room.

"Xander. I can call you Xander, yes?" she asked, voice just a little soft on the edges. "Do you know why I've called you to this meeting?"