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[dylanmoss]

isa.

“I mostly just eat vegetables. I used to grow my own back home.” Isa takes a hit before adding, “Sometimes I eat salt and vinegar chips. Which are pretty cheap if you just stick to the knock off brand… A veggie dog does sound pretty good though…” Isa glances at Dylan as he drips water down his back, suddenly reminded of her half of the deal. “Oh.” Isa quickly puts both the joint and the popsicle in her mouth, a bit of a balancing act but one that’s required for her to cup her hands in the water and carefully pour it over Dylan’s head. She does so three times before she pulls back with a nod, drying her hands on her shorts before she’s pulling both the popsicle and the joint out from between her lips, taking a second to lick away the melted popsicle form her lips before she’s blinking and glancing to Dylan to ask, “wait, does it still count if it’s not a bucket?” Isa puts the joint between her lips again to take another hit, blowing lazy rings of smoke out of her lips as Dylan goes through his list. She admires them a second before she turns back to Dylan with a blunt, “so I’m just another blue haired girl on your list. Wow.” She’s teasing, although most people wouldn’t be able to tell, considering neither her expression or inflection change. “I mean how do I know you didn’t tell Gina the same thing?” 

He welcomed her conversation. Dylan loved getting to know people, the little things that made them who they were, trivial or pointless he didn’t care, he now knew that Isa used to grow her own vegetables and she loved salt and vinegar chips, and he was going to make sure to remember, maybe even surprise her one day with a couple bags of them, anything really to get a smile out of the tiny girl. He glanced back at her when she stopped her musings, watching as she fussed with her popsicle and the joint, laughing softly when she reached down to cup some water in her hands and promptly dumped it over his head, making him shake his hair out some, playfully sprinkling drops of water on her, “No, no that’s about as good as it’s gonna get I think, unless you’ve got a bucket hidden somewhere,” He teased her softly, brushing his hair back again, trying to tame his unruly blond locks. There was a slight bit of panic that came next though, biting his bottom lip and trying to think of a way to smoothly make her feel important again, “No, no you’re not just another…” He trailed off, brows furrowed in concern and laughs some, “I just mean like, you know, I didn’t tell Gina that, I didn’t actually really talk to Gina all that much,” A slight blush fled across his cheeks, rubbing the back of his neck, “You’re way cooler than Gina, really.”

#convo: isa

[dylanmoss]

isa.

Isa considers the offer thoughtfully despite knowing that it was all around a pretty good one. Dinner, a joint, and six dollars, and all she has to do is pour water on a guy and sit by the pool with him? This is easier than the time she sold her underwear. “Alright.” Isa replies with a nod as she reaches forward and takes the joint from his fingers, smoothly moving to sit down beside him. “You’ve got yourself a deal. You can keep the hot dog though. I’m vegan.” Isa brings the joint to her lips as she slips her legs into the water, humming at the cool sensation as she takes a deep drag. She glances over to him a second before she’s pulling the joint away from her lips to blow out a smooth stream of smoke as she curiously asks, “… how many blue haired girls have you had by the edge of this pool?” 

Success. Dylan, typically a charmer, was pleased when Isa agreed to the little arrangement, moving to dip his hand in the pool and drip a bit of water down the back of his neck, running his fingers through his hair and humming, “Vegan huh? I tried to go vegan but it’s not really the cheapest, and also the texture,” His knows wrinkled some, “Not for me, but that’s cool though, I really like vegan ice cream, and the hotdog stand I hear has killer veggie dogs so,” He was rambling, another trait his mother always told him would get in him trouble, a motor mouth she called it, always running away from him and spouting out every little thought that crossed his mind. He turned his attention back to her when she spoke again, brows furrowing some in thought… “Macy… Ophelia… oh and Gina,” Dylan listed, holding a finger up for each girl, “and there was Robin, but her hair is more like, turquoise? There’s a lot of blue haired girls running around Vegas you know? Though I think you might be my favorite,”

#convo: isa

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isa.

while isa wasn’t used to the heat, she enjoyed it. something that most wouldn’t guess considering she was from nebraska, but it was true. instead of staying inside of her air conditioned motel room isa got appropriately dressed (i.e. in a pair of cut off shorts, a bikini top, and a pair of massive heart shaped sunglasses) and decided to explore a bit. after all she was on vacation. she is in the process of casually circling the rv lot and making her way through a cherry popsicle that the motel owner kindly gave to her when she hears him. curious at the exclamation isa makes her way over, glasses obscuring a large portion of her face as she looks down at him. isa doesn’t so much as budge as he makes his offer, popsicle still held tightly between her lips as she observes him before she pulls it out her mouth just long enough to monotonously say, “… hmm. sorry but my life saving services aren’t that cheap.” isa licks artificial cherry stained lips and slips her sunglasses overhead, allowing them to pull blue curls away from her face as she bluntly asks, “what else you got to offer?” 

It took him a second to settle the excitement in his chest, a silly thing it was, for him to get so worked up over any pretty girl, his mother always told him it was a curse, falling in love with every beautiful face that smiled at him, or in this case, glowered. Dylan gave Isa an actual bright smile though, hand extending upwards quickly, presenting her his join, eyes squinting from the sun, “I will let you finish this off, but you also have to grace me with your presence for a little longer, nothing better than a pretty blue-haired girl and a joint in the pool on a hot ass day right?” Dylan taunted playfully, a boyish grin on his face as he shrugged, “Plus I’ll even buy us some food from the vendor across the street, I heard he’s selling shaved ice and hotdogs, it’s like summer’s already here, it’s fucking great.”

#convo: isa

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abba.

Most people wouldn’t blame Abba for the way she lived her life, they would blame it for her up bringing and others would question why she would follow so closely in her mothers footsteps. She was practically a spitting image of her mother 20 years ago, drop dead gorgeous who has so many opertunities in her future but instead she just floats through life. Working the streets, and husseling with the best of them. She had moved her only 3 months ago and she has made more friends in this tiny motel than she has her entire life, one being Dylan. The cute boy who practically understood all of her trips and random conspiracy babbles. Abba was sageing her room as she swirled the burning bundle about before snapping to the male with a playful gaze “you know the rules. When one of us is smoking, we’re all smoking..” she chuckled softly as she started to swirl the white sage bundle around Dylan. “I do, but I feel even more connected to the universe when I’m tripping on shrooms or lsd to be honest.. like I remember once I talked to the universe on shrooms.. but I also thought I talked to god that night who was a cat.. apparently it was Blazes cat, Paris that got out..” she couldn’t help but laugh freely like a child as the corners of her big doe eyes curled.

Dylan’s smile brightened as she spoke, laughing lightly and shaking his head before moving to light up, taking a deep hit and holding the joint out to his witchy friend, blowing out a few smoke rings. “One time I was tripping on shrooms and woke up in a ditch hugging a broom,” The blonde recalled fondly, head shaking, “I’m pretty sure it had started off with this girl I met, she was so cool, a contortionist for the Cirque du Soleil,” Dylan could recall the night semi-vividly, lots of swirling colors and joyous laughs, one of his favorite nights when he first got to Vegas, “And we went out into the desert, she had this huge like camper one of the super decked out ones, nothing like mine, and one thing led to another then when I woke up? Camper gone, broom in a ditch, I kind of think she got abducted by aliens you know?”

#convo: abba

[dylanmoss]

A lot of people he thinks would consider it a chore, being the child but taking care of the parent. But Dylan didn’t mind, his mother was all he had after all, and she always needed a little help, just some guidance keeping her on the right track so things wouldn’t get bad again… and starlit had been a little blessing to him. It was like she herself had finally found her place, and while he missed the little things, having her have another person to hang onto wasn’t so bad. It gave him a lot of free time now anyway, which he loved, especially when it meant he got to go be with people he genuinely enjoyed spending time with. Abba being one of them, the gorgeous girl with beliefs so unique to him that he couldn’t help but ask a million questions a second. Currently, he was perched on the girl’s bed, watching her busy herself around her room, humming some to himself, “Do you mind if I smoke? I’ll even share,” He teased lightly as he pulled a little tin from his pocket, “I bet pot helps you like, connect to the world better and shit huh, I always feel super connected like the grass is talking to me.” @abba-dovche

#convo: abba #closed

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wes.

wes had made himself at home in the pool, a fish in its natural element, and he floated on his back while watching the other boy smoke. “i’ll take four and a quarter to pull your ass into the pool, how’s that?” dipping his head under and reemerging sopping wet, he paddled to the edge and held his hand up for the joint. “part of this bargain deal also includes me being able to have a little sum-sum, of course. i’m no charity.” 

He watched intently as Wes paddled around, dipping under and coming back up, making him snort, “You look like a wet show dog man, chocolate poodle, Fifi,” Dylan smiled brightly, holding the joint out of reach as Wes swam over, eyes rolling some before shrugging and handing it over, “I don’t trust the chlorine man you know? Davie says it’s all on the up and up, but god knows what that shit really does to you, you’re probably growing a tail as we speak.”

#convo: wes

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noirborn‌:

“davie, davie, davie.. jeee-sus, what the hell would i do without that weirdly handsome man.” she sang aloud as she strutted down starlit’s infamously neon-lit halls that blinded the weak, clad in a black bikini top and a plastic baggie with an assortment of drugs in between her thumb and index finger. the girl then slowed down once she saw someone she recognized, her glistening eyes focused on their own before passing them by. “—oi, you busy?” day finally piped up before they could get away, her neck craning some, rosy lips curving up in a playful smile. “wanna go on a hot date to wonderland by the pool with me?”

Dylan was making his way down the hall, fingers trailing along the delicate wood border that separated in half, parting the walls like a sea. He let out a soft laugh as his finger ran over a notch in the wood, a place someone had obviously chipped it, broken it, put a flaw in the routine perfection, just like in life. Dylan may have been a little faded, not quite sure what was in that mystery tea that Davie had provided to his mother that he had eagerly drank, and when there was a voice he nearly jumped out of his skin, turning some, and staring at the owner of the voice for longer than needed, “Hmm?” He finally asked, smiling goofily and laughing again, “What about wonderland?”

#convo: day

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elsie.

     “dylan,” she greeted, half-heartedly waving a hand to dismiss his offer. “no thank you.” elsie slowly crouched and sat next to him, dipping her pale legs into the water next to his. “the frog people,” she echoed, resisting the urge to giggle. “that’s a new phrase,” she raised her eyebrows. “oh, geez, thanks,” she repliedd, laughing as she splashed some questionable water towards the other. “i didn’t have any other shorts, n i didn’t have much luck shoppin’. it doesn’t get too hot in maine… we can get you a pair at the nearest gas station, promise.” she twisted her torso to turn for a second, turning back with a sweating water bottle. “i saw you sittin’ out here and figured you could use some hydration.”

He often forgot that not everyone shared his questionable knowledge for things that didn’t quite… make sense to them. The frog people, for example, a living invisible organism from space that inhabits pool water cause it sucks up all the bad chemicals that make the pool start getting grimy, were one of them… “Ah well you know,” He laughed some as he shrugged, taking another long drag from the joint between his fingers before putting it carefully, saving it for later, “They’re just little aliens pretty much, more useful than they mean to be, like the clean our pools and shit.” Dylan laughed before offering up another smile, “You gotta not shop on the strip for one,” He laughed, head shaking, “If you want, I can take you, no big deal I go shopping with my ma like all the time so, I’m kind of a fashionista at this point.” He let out a grateful gasp when Elsie turned and pulled a water bottle out of what to him seemed like nowhere, “Oh you’re an angel, an absolute true angel Elsie, look at this.” He laughed as he quickly unscrewed the cap, happily gulping down half the bottle and humming, “This is amazing, best water ever.”

#convo: elsie

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elsie.

     three months away from home, and elsie had yet to adapt to the significantly warmer climate of nevada. she hadn’t exactly packed clothes for the weather, so she’d had to go buy an entirely new wardrobe. sadly, she seemed to have the repeated misfortune of walking into shops which specialized in tourism. the brunette sported a tank top and matching shorts, both displaying in bright red letters I LOVE VEGAS. it would work for now. “or,” she began to suggest, pink lips tilted up amusedly. “you could slide right into the pool ?? less work for us both.”

Much like the classic cartoon wolf, at the realization of who exactly cast their shadow over him, Dylan’s eyes widened, and his smile brightened by ten, feeling his heart flutter. “Elsie,” He sang head tilted back and hand reaching up to offer one of his favorite girls a hit from his joint, “I can’t just get in the pool, I’m pretty sure Davie’s got the frog people working today,” The blond gave a slight shrug of his shoulders, gesturing lazily over the water, “It’s why it’s so green, you can’t see them but they sort of fucking with the PH balance at first, you know? Love the shorts by the way, I love Vegas too, nothing better than to have it written across your butt, we should get me a matching pair.”

#convo: elsie #hello <333 finally these kids love it already

[dylanmoss]

It was a hot day. So hot in fact that despite having his legs dipped into the pool the blond still felt like his blood was boiling, like a Sebastian in a pot meeting his demise from the hands of the hungry French chef. “Jaysus Christ,” The dragged out the words dramatically, ashing the joint that was once dangling from his lips onto the hot concrete, glancing up when a shadow was cast over him, “I’ll pay you six bucks to go find a bucket and just fully drench me, I’m two seconds away from dying of heat stroke.”

#starlit:start #this #is shitty #but alas no one said i was a master starter maker #feel free to assume connections!

[dylanmoss]

DYLAN B. MORRISSEY ✼ CHARACTER AESTHETIC 001.

“Bruh...if God dropped acid, would he see people?”

#aesthetics #drug imagery tw #starlit:aes

[dylanmoss]

Here I am finally, with Dylan’s intro. Just like last time i’ll be sure to include any triggers below, and if you’d like to plot with my glitter boy just hmu or like this and I will come to you! 

TW: manic depression, suicide atempt, drug use & abuse.

AESTHETICS: 

scooby doo band aids around fingers, scraped knees and palms, messy curls in need of a good brushing, red and puffy eyes, goofy smiles and bubbly laughter, hand clasped tightly around one of an older distraught looking woman, conspiracy theories and endless questions, tilted head and puzzled expressions.

( his actual aesthetic board on pinterest is here !!! )    

BACKGROUND: 

dylan is probably one of my favorite male muses yet, he’s just a complete angel. he grew up in california, though he and his mom moved around a lot ( typically lived out of their RV ), never really stay in one place since she had always been a bit of the hippie type, and she followed her ‘heart’ more than common sense. dylan’s never really had a real father figure, the men in his life are constantly in and out like a revolving door, each one leaving his mother more broken than she was before they were around. after a bad break up when dylan was about six his mother attempted suicide, landing her in the hospital and being diagnosed with manic depression, something she’s always struggled with, and something dylan helps take care of for her as best as he can.

because of his mother’s diagnosis and the loss of his only father figure, dylan took it upon himself to start taking care of his mother. he started working odd jobs, doing anything he could to keep money flowing into their home, to keep his mother as safe as he could. he still went to school, still had a life as best as he could, and still remained the same positive and happy-go-lucky stoner skater he was.

he and his mother made it through high school fine, he was on top of her pills, and she was getting better, being able to look past the fogginess, past the impulses, and be the mother that he needed, the mother that he loved. and he loved her so much in fact that the day he graduated he decided that the two of them needed to get back to their roots, back to what his mother loved, and that was to travel. 

just like before they never stayed in one place long, traveling here and there, seeing all the sights they could, expereince all they could out of life, until they finally ended up in the parking lot of the starlit motel. they both fell in love with the motel honestly, be it the people, the close knit vibes, the cheap rent, and of course the lovely man davie, who dylan’s mother was awfully fond of, they decided to stay for awhile, and so far four months have passed and neither of them seem to bothered with leaving just yet. 

dylan can often be found around the RV lot of starlit, zig zagging around on his skateboard, joint dangling from his lips that are forever painted with a smile. he’s the human form of sunshine, and he doens’t have a mean bone in his body. 

TLDR: dylan is a stoner king who’s the male version of bubbles from ppgs, he loves his momma more than anything and she’s a NPC that your muse will often see around the motel, especially around Davie’s RV *wink, wink*.

WANTED CONNECTIONS:

THE STONER BUDDY: it’s easy. careful and fun. the two just enjoy sharing quality bud. they get high, they go over each others lives like they’re studying for tests, and they share thoughts on the billions of conspiracy theories dylan’s thought up in his spacey little brain. 

THE CRUSH: dylan falls in love with any pretty girl that smiles at him. it may not be real love, but he is constantly glued to your muses side, and it’s painfully obvious, and your muse probably enjoys it, maybe even leads him on a little, because he is a sucker for a pretty face.

and honestly anything can work for dylan, past hookups, fwbs, frenemies though you won’t get much hate out of dylan he cant conjure up the attitude for it, but whatever ideas you have just fling them at me and i’m down.

#starlit:intro #manic depression tw #suicide attempt tw #drug abuse tw

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#tunes

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#musings

[dylanmoss]

listen, when i go to open my mouth & what comes out is 12 degrees of seperation from what the original topic was, u need to connect the dots bitch. think fast. i’m not gonna hold ur hand but we’re leaving now and visiting every topic along the line. wave it goodbye, don’t get hung up on it

#musings

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#musings #drug abuse tw

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#visage