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{ 𝖑𝖔𝖈𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 } –– by the lake, on the dock { 𝔠𝔩𝔬𝔰𝔢𝔡 } –– w/ @skittishkit​

Since the first time she met Kit, Ivy felt like she could breathe again. It had been years since she had taken an inhale and felt like it mattered to her lungs. It had been a quick friendship, but because Ivy was so slow to allow people into her life, it had felt like they were moving at a glacial pace. Honestly, to Ivy it didn’t matter, she would do whatever it took to maintain this acquaintanceship with Kit. So as she walked to meet the girl at the docks, Ivy attempted to keep her breath under control. Just as Kit came into view, Ivy lifted her hand in an attempted wave. Smooth, real smooth. “Hey there, Kit,” a smile played at her lips, threatening to turn into a true and broad grin. Ivy held a hand over her eyes, attempting to shield them from the sunlight. “Holy crap it’s bright out here though. Couldn’t we have hung out closer to night?”

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@finalgirlstarters​

There had been more than a couple moments where Forrest straight up knew he shouldn’t be in Wrenbury no matter the cost to his research. He hadn’t taken any notes in days since the news of that guy getting hurt (Forrest hadn’t committed his name to memory because he didn’t really matter to him). It wasn’t that Forrest didn’t care, it was more like, his whole vibe was off. When Forrest’s vibe was off, everything was off. His morning runs were becoming shorter and shorter. His ab workouts had stopped feeling effective. Honestly, this whole place was starting to become drab. This particular morning, Forrest had decided to had had enough. Putting on his favorite linen shirt and sun hat, he strode into a cabin at random. “Good morning, you poor soul. We are going to the lake to sun ourselves like the beautiful lizard people we are. I would suggest a bathing suit in case we end up getting too hot. Now get moving before I bore to death and start knocking on other people’s doors. 

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david corenswet, homosexual, cismale + he/him ➸ hey look, it’s ( FORREST WHITE ) ! they’re an ( TWENTY-FOUR ) year old originally from ( WASHINGTON DC ) . i heard they’re pretty ( SELFISH ) , but i think they’re so ( CHARMING ) at the same time. while they’re terrified of being harmed, they’re perhaps more afraid of people finding out ( HE IS THE SON OF A WELL-KNOWN HOMOPHOBIC POLITICIAN ) . they had no idea what they were getting themselves into when they moved to wrenbury. 

forrest white intro

full name: forrest archibald white

nicknames: archie

dob: october 29 1996

place of birth: washington dc

occupation: historian

sexual orientation: homosexual

appearance; standing at 6′4, 170 pounds, forrest’s tall lanky frame seems to be the first thing people notice about him. they then remark on his piercing eyes and all-knowing smile. though his frame is easily attainable to him, to others it may seem like a whole lifestyle change. forrest likes to run in the mornings, do core in the afternoon, and then yoga in the evenings. fashion wise, forrest likes neatly pressed sweaters, button ups, and chinos. ever the politician’s son, forrest doesn’t dare leave the house without looking like he walked out of a men’s fashion mag. 

personality; (+) charming, articulate, focused (-) selfish, egotistical, arrogant

aesthetics; black coffee stains on leather bound notebooks, rolled up sleeves of an oversized sweater, study notes written in a coffee shop, messy sheets and an unmade bed

bedside table; unused docking station, frayed iphone charger, at least 5 books with varying levels of yellowing pages, 3 composition books

biography: homophobia tw* At the ripe age of 39, up-and-coming junior senator from South Carolina Arthur Whitmore and wife Eloise decided to have a child. Though campaign managers had warned the couple that this was going to be an issue they would need to sort out, the senator was laser focused on getting elected to the United States Senate. Being one of the youngest senators, Arthur had people to please, and if that meant having kids, then by George he was going to do it. The Whitmore’s should have known that their child with a due date of Halloween would be a handful, especially when he arrived two days early, disrupting their entire birthing plan. 

Forrest was a chaotic child at best. Eloise and Arthur thought they were going to have a little prince on their hands, they weren’t aware that prince would be the prince of hell. After winning his reelection, Arthur relocated his family to Washington, DC, intent on making his dream of becoming a lifetime senator a reality. Eloise took to parading her son along the socialites and fashion critics of the times. She was often photographed in gossip magazines for her elite fashion sense. Those same magazines criticized her parenting techniques, however, due to many reports that their dear Forrest couldn’t keep a nanny. 

It took many years for the boy to understand how to work his parents, and by the time he did, he knew exactly what manipulation meant. The elite schools he went to were finally his place of solace, no longer under the watchful eye of scrutiny that came with his father’s presence. Forrest could flourish in any way he saw fit. This meant he became very popular as he could talk any other student into doing anything he wanted. His grades were never a question as tutors had been living in their townhouse since before he was in kindergarten. 

High School meant puberty and for Forrest, it meant feelings of confusion and denial. Having been raised in a very faith based family where images meant everything, Forrest knew what his father expected of him. That didn’t mean that was what he wanted for his own life. Forrest rebelled, as the prince of darkness would, and started to see the son of a European diplomat. Though caught many times in their private residences, they never dared go into the public, knowing just how terrible that would be for their parents’ reputations. It wasn’t until Forrest was 18 that he decided to truly rock the boat. 

Having been a legacy at Columbia, Forrest had an easy enough admittance to the school. Arthur wanted him to major in Political Science, but History would do. Still believing that Forrest would follow in his footsteps, Arthur allowed his son many allowances with a rent-free apartment and the freedom to stay in New York as long as he followed the rules. Eloise told Arthur over and over to not trust their son, that he would ruin it all for them. And so, in 2015 when tensions were high regarding same-sex marriage, Forrest, just 19, walked through Central Park hand-in-hand with his boyfriend. Pictures surfaced online and Arthur Whitmore had to make a statement denouncing his son and all that his son was. 

After that, Forrest had to fend for himself, his accounts all frozen. His boyfriend helped him get a research assistant job and allowed him to live in his apartment for the time being. Forrest knew that one day his parents would disown him, he just didn’t realize it would happen so soon. At 20, Forrest officially changed his name, removing all ties to his parents that he could. No more would he be asked if he was related to Arthur Whitmore. No more would he have to walk on eggshells to be accepted. No more was he a rebel without a cause. 

After graduating, Forrest accepted a position within the university where he could conduct his own research and contribute to society. This meant that he could sustain himself and not worry about his mother and father’s money helping him to survive. It was also helpful that he hadn’t heard from them since his stunt went viral. His job meant freedom for him, to do whatever he wanted. 

wanted connections: friends; forrest is a hard pill to swallow, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t have friends! he is friendly and charming and knows his way around words, but he can also be a straight-up asshole when necessary enemies; he’s going to have them, he says what’s on his mind, he doesn’t stand down in a fight, and he’s catty as hell, he’s going to have enemies love interests; when it comes to people that forrest has an interest in, he goes full force. he charms, gives gifts, and big spoons whenever needs. it’s like a whole other side of him exists open; so down for all the plots omfgjkfjklsda just message me on discord or here!

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                                           ɪ'ᴍ ᴀ ᴡᴀɴᴅʀᴇss,                                        ɪ'ᴍ ᴀ ᴏɴᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ sᴛᴀɴᴅ.                    ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢ ᴛᴏ ɴᴏ ᴄɪᴛʏ;  ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢ ᴛᴏ ɴᴏ ᴍᴀɴ.                                ɪ'ᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ  ᴘᴏᴜʀɪɴɢ ʀᴀɪɴ                                         ▬▬▬ ɪ'ᴍ ᴀ ʜ ᴜ ʀ ʀ ɪ ᴄ ᴀ ɴ ᴇ

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Knives Out dir. Rian Johnson

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tveitz​:

DAVID CORENSWET as Jack Castello in HOLLYWOOD (2020) & River Barkley in THE POLITICIAN (2020)

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forrest white –– tag dump

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rxdhorror​:

STARTER — OPEN

LOCATION — CABINS OR MAIN HALL

NARROW EYES JUDGED THE SETTLEMENT. no phone service, communal showers, a lunatic on the loose ? sure she didn’t expect a five star resort — she surely couldn’t find herself there — but this ? wow. a sigh erupted from luna’s perfectly pampered lips. she was here now and would have to make do until she could leave ( too bad that would never happen ). she needed to look on the bright side of things. journal snug in her hand as the rolling suitcase tumbled around on the unpaved walk - ways. the cabins didn’t look awful, there were stables, and the lake looked oh - so gorgeous. a crumble up paper flyer landed at her feet, almost causing her to trip. ❝ johnny lewis. ❞ luna breathed out. ❝ was this him ? the guy that was attacked ? did you know him ? ❞ close to a million questions flooded her head as sh spotted someone nearby. if she didn’t know better, she could’ve gone into investigative journalism with her inquisitive brain.

Sitting on the outside steps of her cabin, Ivy had finally settled in to a point that she felt comfortable being outside in case someone were to talk to her. It was a large leap considering where she was when she had first arrived here. Looking up at the voice that had spoke, Ivy shook her head no. “That’s him, yes, but I didn’t know him,” Ivy patted herself on the back for being able to even speak to this person, let alone give intimate knowledge of the goings on around Wrenbury. Spotting the suitcase, Ivy’s eyebrows piqued only slightly. “I’m not from around here so I don’t know a lot of the townspeople,” her voice faded. “I’m Ivy Johnson,” her hand lifted up to a slight wave as she put the bookmark in the book that she had been reading, a part of her felt like more questions were to come from the newcomer. 

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scxequalsdeath​:

For a possessed town with some kinda demonic forcefield preventing visitors from going anywhere, Wrenbury sure was dead. Mostly due to the anxiety riled in everyone from the recent attack on Johnny Lewis. Hyper-vigilance would be ruling the town for at least a week or so, before things went back to normal. 

Still, Fauna was anxious for action of some kind. She needed a distraction. Something to keep her from buzzing with anxiety all night over whether she was in purgatory or Hell. Suddenly, she understood why the blondes in horror movies were always sneaking off to have sex even when they knew a killer was on the loose. Sitting around waiting to get picked off was stressful. 

Hence why she was sitting right outside her cabin at 8:57 PM, waiting to see if anyone interesting passed her by. She heard a rustle and saw someone coming toward the cabin area. Just what she needed. 

“Cutting it a little close, aren’t you?” Fauna asked from her perch on the steps of cabin 4. “Don’t you know the meaning of the word ‘curfew’?” 

With all that was going on in the town, Ivy had taken it upon herself to make daily trips to the stables to visit the horses and calm down. It was relaxing in the way that she have the words to explain to anyone else. Most of the time she was back at her cabin before curfew, but this particular evening, she wasn’t. 

It wasn’t purposeful, that much was evident. Ivy didn’t necessarily make a habit out of breaking the rules, the last time she did...well, she just didn’t make a habit out of it. Hearing someone speak to her, Ivy felt nerves creep into her stomach. Pulling her jacket in tighter around her, Ivy suddenly felt hyper aware of herself. “I do know the word curfew,” an attitude only slightly peeking out of her words. “According to even your calculations, I’m not breaking it,” Ivy stared down the girl in front of her and continued walking toward her own cabin. “Who made you curfew police?” she said after she had turned once more. 

Ivy wasn’t typically the type to make a fuss of being called out, but with what had happened to the guy in town, and the package she had received, her nerves were rightfully on edge. Maybe a little too on edge. 

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ricebnes​:

open starter 

he’s locking up late – especially considering there’s a curfew in place , but when books have to be alphabetized … by god , someone in this town has to make sure there’s something in order. bones places the dead bolt on and then wraps the cold, rusted, chains around the door handles.  ‘ just a little extra precaution ’ , he thinks , doubting anyone would ever break in , but not wanting to risk it. once this is done he takes a stroll down the mostly blackened street , the overhead lamp lights basically blacking out behind him as he walks. he takes a small pause to light his cigarette , letting it dangle from his lax lips everything about this town was leaving him on edge , but there was nothing a little nicotine couldn’t help. then , out of basically nowhere , a stranger appears. ‘ fuck , ’ he exclaims loudly , before looking them over. ‘ sorry , i just didn’t expect anyone around here… do you need a walk home ?’ 

Ever since she had received the package, Ivy had been on edge. The distance that she had put in between herself and others had greatly been affected. She didn’t want to talk to people, she didn’t want to be around people, and she found herself walking alone more often than not. It wasn’t safe by any means. With her eyes on the road, Ivy jumped slightly as she heard someone startle near her. Smelling the acrid smoke, Ivy suppressed the need to curl her nose. “I should probably apologize, not you. I didn’t mean to sneak up on you like that,” fiddling with her keys in her jacket, she knew that she didn’t necessarily want someone to walk her home to her cabin, but she knew that she probably needed it instead. Taking a swift step away, Ivy suddenly threw her guard up. “Can I trust you?” Ivy’s eyes searched the person before hers. Though she had no want to be in Wrenbury anymore, she still somewhat valued the life she was leading. 

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horrorbxby​:

          VALENTINA HAD  grown  increasingly bored  inside  the  cabin,  all  by  herself. so  she  very  stupidly  took  the  chance to  explore  the  grounds  for  someone  to  entertain  her.  (  surely she  wouldn’t  be  the  only  person  out  after  dark.  )  she  saw  the  silhouette  of  a  human  and  decided to  shoot  her  shot.  she  snuck  around the  back  entrance, closer  to  where  the  person was  standing,  petting the  head  of  a  large  bay  horse. she  pounced  quickly, ❝  boo,  ❞  like  a  cat  on  a  mouse, fingers  jabbing  into  the  ribs  of  the  person  -  who  of  course,  turned out  to  be  none  other  than  the  woman  she  shared  the  cabin  with.  ❝  oh  it’s  you,  little miss  broody.  what  on  earth  are  you  doing  out  in  the  stables  all  by  yourself ?  you’re  not  waiting  for  someone  are  you  ?  you’re  not  going  for  a  roll  in  the  hay,  so  to  speak  ?  ❞  the  brunette jested,  elbow  gently prodding  ivy.  ❝  seriously  though, you  should  be  careful.  safety in  numbers, you  know.  ❞

Feeling needle like fingers stab at her ribs, Ivy jumped and released a scream that she was sure would alert anyone within the area that she was out and about. As she regained her surroundings, Ivy couldn’t help but roll her eyes at the sight of her cabinmate. Though she didn’t mind Valentina, she also didn’t quite enjoy being around her. “There’s no one here worthy of a ‘roll in the hay’,” Ivy elbowed the girl beside her away as she stepped nearer. “Is that why you’re out here?” she seethed, the question full of accusation. Stifling yet another eyeroll, Ivy couldn’t help but instantly get annoyed at Valentina. “I didn’t plan on staying out here until dark. Now that it is though, you can surely walk me back to our cabin. It’s not like you don’t know the way,” a devilish smile spread across Ivy’s face. “Safety in numbers and all that.”

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rxdhorror​:

THE HORSES WERE CALMING. katalina didn’t have much experience with wildlife, but they were sweet animals and she liked to mentally praise them. even with everything going on lately, they seemed to be acting normally — like nothing was happening around them. her eyes stared at the stars above, dimly lit compared to the full - looking moon. the shuffling of someone behind her was startling, but not uncommon in wrenbury. ❝ heading back to the cabins? ❞ katalina’s eyes glazed over the other, someone she hadn’t met before, and certainly not one of her cabin mates. 

Ivy hadn’t thought that other people might be out and about after dark so of course at the sound of someone else’s voice, Ivy immediately jumped and gasped. As she realized that it was just another camper, a small smile escaped to her lips. “Actually yeah,” she gave the horse she was petting a small pat on the nose before turning and exiting out the stable doors. “I’m Ivy by the way,” Ivy didn’t reach a hand out to shake, she was still so unsure of the place she was currently living. “I hope you’re not some secret murderer,” she attempted a laugh and realized that that’s what people usually said before they were murdered by a secret murderer. 

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innxcentblood​:

I V Y ​. 

             MILLIE LET out a small, thankful chuckle. she had been wondering how the girl could be standing out here alone, happily, but to hear that she understood and wasn’t sure how she did it either - it was somewhat reassuring. millie was glad to not be the only scared one in the camp. “ thank you, i really appreciate it. ” she smiled at the other woman, feeling much more relaxed already in someone else’s company. “ ivy, that’s a really pretty name. ” she spoke honestly. “ my name’s millie. ” 

As the girl in front of her laughed, Ivy could feel the tension in her shoulders release. How long had it been since she had felt that? Turning to walk down the dock to meet Millie, Ivy shoved her hands in her pockets and began walking in the direction of the camp. “Thank you,” her words were quiet as she felt the need to refrain from biting her lip in nervousness. “Is Millie short for anything?” Ivy stopped looking at the ground and peeked at Millie, wondering if the other could tell just how nervous she was to be walking back to camp in the dark. 

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innxcentblood​:

I V Y ​.

             HE KEPT her close, letting her hold on to his arm as it quite possibly comforted him more than it did her. “ if it’s bad, if it’s too bad, to the point where we can’t help, we’ll run. ” he suggested, thinking that he’d be of no use in any extreme conflict, and wanting to ensure that they’d be safe. at the mention of birth, nico felt like ivy had just punched him in the gut. of course it reminded him of his girlfriend- his ex-girlfriend, of the fact that she was pregnant, and of the fact that he had left. he swallowed thickly. “ you and me both. ” his voice was a whisper to match hers, his feet moving slowly, his steps as quiet as they could be on a forest floor. after a moment longer of walking, he spoke up once more. “ i still can’t see anything. how large are the woods ? ”

Ivy couldn’t help but feel only slightly at ease being at Nico’s point. It had been a long week here and things were only getting worse. The more she found out about this place and the longer she stayed here, the less comfortable she felt anywhere. “I’ll be right behind you then,” Ivy thought back to her athletic days and couldn’t help but feel a twinge of regret that she didn’t keep up with any physical activity. Being in shape would surely help her out here. A part of her wished that they would stop talking, let their ears adjust to the silence of the woods, but the other part of her was glad to have some sort of distraction in the darkness. Squinting her eyes, Ivy attempted to spot any source of movement or light. “Me neither. I mean, I don’t have the map memorized, but I’m pretty sure they’re decently big,” she knew she wasn’t helpful. At the sound of a bird cawing, Ivy squeezed Nico’s arm hard and gasped loudly. “Holy shit, we need to find whatever is making those screams and get the fuck back.”

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{ 𝖑𝖔𝖈𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 } –– outside the stables { 𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖓 }

                   Though she didn’t mean to go off by herself so often, Ivy found it that if she was by herself, her thoughts were quieter. Earlier, before the sun went down, she had walked to the stables to pet the horses and feed them some treats. It was calming, it felt purposeful. Ivy needed something almost everyday to relax her beating heart or else this place was going to end her very soon. It wasn’t that she was terrified down to her bones, it was the unknown that rocked her. Now as she looked around, Ivy saw that she had far outstayed daylight as the moon shown high in the sky. It wasn’t that far of a walk to the cabins, but now her heart was racing again. Placing a hand on a nearby horse’s head, Ivy took a few deep inhales. She’d be ready to go back, soon. 

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You wear a mask for so long, you forget who you were beneath it.

Alan Moore, V for Vendetta (via wordsnquotes)