❛ plots。

 
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 × posted by :: morgan jenkins
 × gender preference :: any
 × genre preference :: mystery, fantasy, possible angst
 × other :: this is a short plot. i am just finding someone to introduce morgan as a mysterious healer in the town that seems to be the only one that is able to cure townies that can't seem to remember certain stuff and may also be having nightmares. but it can be a longer plot if we come up with some stuff while the thread is active.

 × description: on the outside, nevermore seems like any other populated town with blue suburbs in the uptown and bustling storehouses downtown but everyone that lives in nevermore has things they don't dare to tell newcomers. the first few weeks are normal until the reoccurring nightmares, migraines and imaginary knots that only continue to tangle strike them the longer that they are there. and the only thing that could help them is the medicinal brew that they can find in the only apothecary in town.

　　　　　　
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　» gender : no preference
　» age : no preference
　» length of plot : short to medium
　» other notes : unless we come up with stuff to keep the plot going, this isn't meant to be a long term plot. also my description makes fletcher sound kind of ominous and aggro, he isn't lol, it's just that usually places that are known for being empty suddenly having an occupant in it can be a lil surprising lol

　» description : nevermore has been known to have volatile weather but you've never seen anything like this before. what was meant to be a calm day at the beach has turned into a torrent of rain and thunder that seems to have no intention of stopping anytime soon. luckily for you, the old abandoned shack isn't too far from where you are. unluckily for you, the 'abandoned' shack isn't so abandoned anymore.

✉ → [ plot: it's you ]

— posted by :: analise park
— gender preference :: male
— genre preference :: fluff, comedy, possible romance
— other :: n/a

→ description: flashes of facial features kept appearing in her dreams, yet she could never catch a glimpse of the entire picture or who was visiting her thoughts in the late hours of the night, but the hidden muse had her fingers itching to draw. unfinished sketches littered her home and her notebooks, even some of her school papers were graced with incomplete pencil markings. and then she sees you for the first time in real life.

(where they meet can be discussed, as well as the contents of said dreams etc.)