Danny Chase

TLDR ; Photojournalist is in over her head as she travels with a punk rock band on tour. The band gets a little touchy and she's peer pressured into playing along, though it doesnt take much to... Alcohol and Marijuana use warning. The newspaper never took vacations, and even when one found the time to do so, they would end up finding work for themselves much better than they'd find at home or in the office. Y/N especially finds her best work out on the field. Everyone knew her to be well traveled and booksmart, but they thought this latest trip she was taking would be a journey better missed. She thought otherwise. It all began one morning in the office when she noticed an ad her coworker was printing on the back page of the next days issue; "Searching for photographers to go on tour". The name associated with the ad was the cult band Gettup, a group well known for their party behavior in and out of work. On the outside they seemed nothing more than rambunctious young ex criminals. But on the inside... what was the inside like? Her curiosity peaked, she took the ad and applied for the job, putting in PTO for her day gig at the newspaper. Inspiration was running thin. Travel has kept her skills sharp, but she'd been around other countries before but found her knowledge of her own homeland lacking. Sure, she was well read and knew of the wide expanse of culture there was in America, but she hadn't ever seen it for herself. Especially not in the company of such a strong-willed group of people. Everyone at the office were sad to see her want to leave again. In fact they warned her not to. "Dont go with those punks! You will be drunk and high the entire time," said her editor, a man who shares the same opinion of the group that every media outlet did, "and who knows what other kinds a trouble they'll get you in?" Nothing swaided her. She'd already made up her mind to go, so long as she was chosen. She was. Apperently the band's pianist was a fan of her work. She was called the day after applying and told to pack for a long trip across America. Later that week she was at the site of a large bus stop. More so it was a garage for a fleet of buses. The group rented a tour bus for the trip and were just then packing up. The band was all there, along with four other roadies who were helping them pack. What little research she gathered of these men set her up to know them all by name already. They introduced themselves anyway. Leon was the one who had her hired, the pianist, her little fan. He dressed the most nicely of the group, though even then his white collared shirt hadnt been ironed since he first wore it, nor his navy blue dress pants. His unpolished black shoes were good quality and almost clacked against the solid concrete ground as he approached. He was a golden blonde white guy with one blue eye. The other was brown. They were bright and curious eyes. He noticed her approaching first and called out to everyone. He spoke well of her, claiming she was the best journalist they couldve asked for. He shook her hand and patted her back, welcoming her to the team before introducing her to the rest. Jacob was a tall white guy with red hair that hung over his ears, the drummer. He had a lovely dark patrern slashed down along both eyes that looked as though it'd been painted on him, though who could tell if they were tatoos or natural pigments of his smooth scaly skin. He wore a gold necklace under a black sleeveless with the band logo on the chest. His build was lithe and supple. Wiry but firm. He had a lazy smile beneath those half closed piercing eyes. Jose, he bass guitarrist, he was the tallest in the group. A huge black man, thin framed but thickly built like a wildcat. He was only lean around the waist and stomach, everything else was filled in like a smooth sandbag. His sleeveless was a white veriety of Jacob's with black lettering. His jeans were torn and he wore a golden cross over his collar, right next to his dogtags. Then there was Trent Reynalds, the most wolflike man Y/N very well have ever met without a beard, the lead singer and guitarist. When the band started, it was Jose who sang lead, but after a few standout gigs everyone agreed Trent had the more beautiful voice for it. He was the most sleepless of the group, with dark bags under his eyes telling of long nights spent writing songs and practicing alone. Even through his sleepy expression he smiled at Y/N, but only after taking a long drag from his blunt. They all acted so nice to her, familiar. Before their journey even began, it was like she'd always been part of the group. And so they were off. With a hoot and cheer they raised cans of coka cola, a toast to the coming perfect gigs, sarcastically calling it now that nothing will possibly go wrong with any of them. Jose already had an arm around Y/N, jokingly naming her as the one who will prove to the world that Gettup is the most well organized band of misfits who ever riffed a guitar. The day was all spent traveling. Within the first hour, the group began hotboxing inside the living room esque space in the car until one of them had to open a window and let the smoke out or else Leon wouldnt be able to find his glasses in the smog. "So, Y/N" Trent said, looking right at her through the smoke with strangely wistful grey eyes, "What made you wanna hitch up with us anyway?" "Say, aint she suppose to interview us?" Leon said with a smirk, puttin on square frame glasses. "Awe, she dont mind a little prying. Dont ya babe?" Jacob said, squeezing his hand around her shoulder as he pulled her in to lean against the side of his firm torso.

Alcohol and Marijuana use warning. The Summiths were a patchwork family. Only two pairs were blood related out of the five. When he was five years old, Tanner's mom married eight year old Y/N's dad, making them brother and sister in law. Y/N's dad's half brother passed away very recently after her birth, leaving six year old Caleb an orphan due to the mother having died the year before. He was adopted, so he and Y/N became siblings as well. Three siblings, unrelated by blood but familial nonetheless. Fourteen years passed. They got along well growing up. Every time their sister was sad, the two boys would agree to drive her off into her most comforting setting and buy her favorite dinner along the way. Anytime one of the brothers went through a difficult breakup, his siblings would cherr him up any way they could. Nobody left each other alone. A few petty squabbles here and there ironically helped to strengthen their bond. They developed around each so closely and fondly that they were almpst inseperable. Hardly any secrets were kept from each other. Almost hardly. Their dynamic shifted slightly during their highschool years when Y/N found a magazine beneath Tanner's bed while helping him clean his room out for the big move. He quickly tried to snatch it from her but she kept it in her grip, telling him his secret is safe with her on one condition; that he let her borrow it for herself. The deal was made, but her promise wasn't kept. She was caught reading it when Caleb walked in on her asking about his missing biking gloves. Ever since then the three have left it in hindsite as an inside joke, but something very serious stirred their own curiosity of one another. The big move kept their minds occupied, safely away from the awkwardness of the incident. College also made things easy , giving each of them a distraction from each other unless one needed help on a project. Tanner and Caleb worked out with each other very often, learning from dad that a healthy body helped a heathy mind. By the time they nearly graduated, they were built more like professional polo swimmers than book learned students with good grades. Yet, they were both. Summer came quickly. Taking a break from school, and convincing his family to join him, Tanner took his brother and stepsister out of town to a lakeside cabin as a getaway from all the busy hustle of the city. He also wanted to use it as an excuse to focus on tutoring Y/N about particular historical architecture, though wether or not she really needed the help was up for debate. She would most likely be teaching him new things. The trio were in their cabin now, drying off in front of an open lit fireplace and laughing about the day's mischief. Earlier in the day while helping his sister off the kayak, Tanner lifted her up out of the boat and then dropped her into the lake with a sarcastic "oops". It was just near the shore so that her feet would hit the ground, but it was enough to get her clothes all soaked in lakewater. He laughed with Caleb and the two helped her on her feet, each boy at each side or her lifting her up like a child. It was all in good fun, but now they were all wet. Caleb tried not to notice the girls drenched bra showing through her shirt, but he did anyway. His face had turned red. Tanner had taken notice as well. All in front of the fire now, surrounded by half a dozen empty beer cans, the last rays of sunlight finally dipping beneath the horizon, Tanner and Caleb removed their shirts and twisted them over a sink before resting the clothes in front of the fire before sitting on each side of their sister. Caleb spoke up, putting a strong arm around her shoulders while holding a can of beer to her.** "How about a beer, sis? Haven't seen you with one yet. Come oooonnn, it'll keep the cold away!" The party went on with quiet laughter, the three sharing one nostalgic story after another. They reminisce on their time spent with each other and the mood took a morose turn at rhe realization that they may not see each other again soon. College was coming to an end, and the brothers had plans to move out of state to pursue their dreams. Tanner tried to lighten the mood with a joke. "Hey sis. If we werent, you know, if our mom and dad hadn't gotten married do you think we wouldve been a good... you know." He clicked his tongue and winked at her meaninfully, giving her shoulder a gentle tug to pull her closer against his firm chest. "I think we would've made a good couple~" "Hey yeah," Caleb spoke up, "Which of us do you think is more huggable, sis?" "I was actually thinking kissable, myself." Said Tanner with a leery grin. TLDR; Y/N is surrounded by her two stepbrothers, both of which have become very protective and curious of her. Alcohol and Marijuana use warning.

Lookin for someone to play the girl with glasses in these images (new to Ecci, dunno how else to share images) These images inspire more rp ideas in my messy imagination. A college student journalist on a long roadtrip across america following the escapades of a punk rock band in the 70s, or maybe a college getaway treatment camping out near the mountains or beaches where a circle around the campire turns into a steamy competition for who's the best lay in the group. Link : Peer Pressure Route A Link : Peer Pressure Route B Or a drunk stepsister exploring the dirty minds of her older stepbrothers, Link : Incest Route Or a sister in law having an affair with her sisters husband? Possibilities, one after another... Link : Cheating Route Lemme know whoever wants to have fun with these. I do responses no smaller than 2 or 3 paragraphs, just to be warned. (Not my art, Artist name in the links)

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Im a switch but preferably a top.

Idk who these characters are but Im obsessed with em now. Doesnt matter to me if I play Hank or not, just wanna interact with these characters. Dm me, lets talk ideas. https://youtu.be/GlRoFTsWD6Y?si=rFcue267tv5nImVK

What did you have in mind?

I love fantasy. Had several ro adventures in Mewe in such settings

What kinda genre of rp do you enjoy most?

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