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@deathspiraled
a SAW franchise multi-muse
loved by ALEX
#indie saw rp#saw rp#indie horror rp#horror rp#jigsaw rp#indie rp#━━ 1 ⋄ ᵍᶦᵛᵉ ᵃᶫᵉˣ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵃᵗᵗᵉᶰᵗᶦᵒᶰ ∷ ⌠ self promo ⌡ ∷
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don't mind me, i'm going to transition to just writing my SAW, Final Desintation, & Quarry characters + a few originals.
is there a kind soul among us (i know i said the thing) that could let me know of any rp-life saving x-kit extensions or whatever that i should be getting to help my tumblr feed not look like it does? or is this just our life now?
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❝ c’mon babe ... let’s uh - let’s hit the mall, yeah ? ❞ it’s a very polite translation of : your outfit is hideous. aimee gibbs is always one to spare feelings. a light nudge, ❝ could be fun ! get milkshakes, & walk around & ... stuff. ❞
#im gonna take things nobody asked for for 500 alex#jk im just livin my best life out here#indie rp#sex education rp#━━ 1 ⋄ ᵍᶦᵛᵉ ᵃᶫᵉˣ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵃᵗᵗᵉᶰᵗᶦᵒᶰ ∷ ⌠ open ⌡ ∷
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❝ now this ... this is quite a steal ! ❞ no, it’s in fact a robbery. samuel beans is never opposed to scamming a customer. friend or acquaitance ... doesn’t matter. ❝ so whatdya say, huh, pal ? we gotta deal or did you just ring me down here for some good ol’ fashion cool beans company ? ❞
#im always whippin out the s/am bea/ns fr#class of 198x rp#indie rp#━━ 1 ⋄ ᵍᶦᵛᵉ ᵃᶫᵉˣ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵃᵗᵗᵉᶰᵗᶦᵒᶰ ∷ ⌠ open ⌡ ∷
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campfright:
“oh, really? cause i got to sixty - three and took a break.” teasing laughter followed laura’s words, simultaneous with the raising of her hand, the ghost of a caress against a ( perfectly, might she add ) speckled jaw. another laugh, this bout derived by his attempted denial of her claim. “mm - hm.” it was the only response he would receive, because as long as her memory served her correctly, she was about to be vindicated.
“whatever you say, max.” five, four, three… bingo bongo. “listen, even voyagers used stars to navigate the ocean. no one expects you to traverse these creep - ass backroads with no help. that’s how you run out of gas and get kidnapped.” laura did her best to contain the amusement on her face at the sound of her boyfriend’s reaction to what she’d known for twenty - five minutes now. “map it is. good call, babe.” she turned enough in her seat to rifle through the bag behind them, producing and unfolding the comically large paper across her lap. “…shit. i don’t think they planned on us getting lost on our way to this place either.” a defeated sigh, then, as the blonde dropped her hands to the creased paper. “hackett’s quarry is nowhere to be found.”
❝ maybe i’m kidnapping you right now, actually. ❞ shot back, glancing to her as she reaches back for the map. ( like, what, max ? she was going to fall into the backseat ? with a seatbelt on ? ) gaze shifts back to the road, an entertained grin still worn on freckled features. maybe a lifetime ago ... max brinly would’ve been upset to have ‘ failed ’. ( it still stings a little, trust me. ) but laura, with her wit & undying need to be correct, would never truly belittle him. tease & taunt was fine, knowing her heart was in the right place. never a moment to pass where max doesn’t feel LUCKY.
the warm moment he’s relishing in is short lived. both by her announcement that hackett’s quarry isn’t a road marker ... & by his gnawing guilt. all this trust, respect, & love for laura - & he can’t even be honest with her. max bites his tongue, stifling a sigh at himself. ❝ guess those other camp consolers are half GPS. or half god ... this was kind of impossible, hun, to be honest. ❞ maybe if he’d asked for a map when there was daylight ... hmmm ... ❝ here, let me - ❞ a squint, once again drawing his eyes from the desolate road to sneak a peek at the map. a dark flash trumps the greyness of the road, causing a sharp attention return to the street before them. too late, there’s something. without thought, max sharply tears the wheel right, trying to avoid whatever had popped out from the bordering woods, sending his hunk-a-junk car into a spin, slamming his front bumper into the rickety fence keeping civilization & flora apart. ❝ oh shit, oh fuck - ❞ trying to correct any turns, trying to figure out where his car was headed ... panic swelling in his chest. when entering a clear, max finally has the ( brilliant ) idea of slamming on the breaks, just short of totaling the car against a tree. ❝ hadn’t seen this one yet. ❞ not the time, max.
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@fritenite / small ‘n vague for u liking m’lord
❝ are you alright ? ❞ a genuine concern - max tries to keep his voice low. a tentative hand reaches out for comfort, but there is internal worry about the implication.
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abcvethelaw:
For @novamelt ✨
The difference between the boy sitting across from him at his desk now and the boy he’d dragged into that cell last night is unsettling, to say the least. There are no traces left of any of the damage the werewolf (Chris, goddamnit) did to him. All washed up and newly dressed he almost looks more put together than the young woman he traveled with.
But looks can be deceiving. And Travis knows much better. This kid is a werewolf now, even if he doesn’t realize it himself. It’s the big problem he’s now having to deal with.
He sat the kid down with his hands cuffed behind his back before he had taken a seat behind his desk himself. This isn’t standard procedure for interrogations, but he’s way past that now anyway.
His annoyance at this entire situation is almost radiating off of him in waves.
“ Name . ” He demands curtly. His notepad laid open and ready to be filled. He doesn’t even make eye contact.
max’s shoulders strain, arms contorted backwards to keep him contained. an insistent ringing has made home in his head, he’s spent most of his days learning to ignore it. a tough challenge, especially when the worlds scariest cop is now grilling you. with no ideas of what could’ve possibly been exchanged between him & laura - max now must have his turn. all in the due process of the law ... or something. ❝ is this ... ❞ really necessary ? asked, a futile attempt at wiggling in the cuffs is made. but max’s voice trails off. the atmosphere in the room tells him that this cop absolutely thinks that the cuffs are necessary. ❝ name ? really ? don’t you have my wallet, sir ? ❞ a hard swallow. max is forcing himself to look at the man, but can’t maintain it. ❝ maximillian. max brinly. ❞
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u good
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tumblr & i are rlly gonna go into some fistcuffs over this not being able to edit my pages thing on god
anyway please check out my LIST of muses
until i can update that hoe bc honestly my actual muse page is smth i put a lot of blood sweat and piss in and i love that bitch
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@crpediem / lil starter for u smooch
❝ i will never understand how campers make such messes - ❞ he’s mostly mumbling under his breath, folding beach towel after beach towel. ❝ they didn’t even USE ! these to dry off with ! they just ... pulled them out of the cubbies for fun. ❞ max stops folding, despite hardly putting a dent in the pile. a sigh. ❝ you wanna help with this, or what ? ❞
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campfright:
“…projection.” laura sang the word more than she spoke it, a smug smirk overtaking otherwise gentle features as she sank further into her seat. “for all you know, i was counting your freckles.” she was absolutely looking at him like being lost was a federal crime, for the record – she just wouldn’t admit to it. yet. “but if you feel we’re lost enough to warrant a call to search and rescue, i’d be more than happy to dial for you.” the blonde made an involuntary scoff at the last of his words, arms crossing firmly over her chest as her brows knitted together in faux confusion. “did you know what you were doing before or after we passed that exact tree half an hour ago, max?”
a hand raises from the wheel, caressing his own freckled cheek in response. ❝ don’t worry, i’ve counted them. the answer you’re searching for is 42. ❞ an obviously untrue answer, awaiting a challenge. who is laura to tell max how many freckles he has ! ❝ we are not - ❞ interrupted, lips press together tightly as she makes her claims. eyes follow from the road to that tree, of which laura is so certain. max squints, eyes rolling beneath low lids. ❝ i didn’t realize ... when were you going to tell me you’d changed career paths to professional tree surveyor ? that quite literally looks like every tree i have ever seen. ❞
it doesn’t, of course. anything to shift blame ... to not admit he is in fact lost. defeat does not come easy for a brinly. ❝ you’re over - reacting. i’m preinstalled with navigation systems, i promise. ❞ there’s an audible, hard swallow as the tree is soon followed by a road sign they’ve seen ... can’t talk his way out of that, huh ? ❝ but maybe a map isn’t the worst thing ... ❞
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ANYWAY, i know i’m a max brinly stan account rn but i do have intentions of writing other quarry characters. specifically caleb & bobby. i’m a bigger bobby stan than a max stan if you can believe it. ANYWAY ANYWAY my dms are open to plot & i will ALWAYS accept random starters fr. imma be iconing away tho just hmu besties
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LISTEN TO PODCAST OR EAVESDROP ? / promo credit. by lynn.
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find campfright playing in a theater near you today !
odawns is now campfright. as bitten by lane.
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“ — yeah, i’ve HEARD of bears, but … “
ind. selective dylan lenivy from the quarry
penned by mash.
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#𝚆𝙾𝙻𝙵𝙿𝚁𝙾𝚃𝙴𝙲𝚃 : an independent and selective travis hackett from [ the quarry. ]
written by pj. private and mutuals only. mature themes present.
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𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐓𝐓'𝐒 𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 !
ᴇᴍᴍᴀ ᴍᴏᴜɴᴛᴇʙᴀɴᴋ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴜᴘᴇʀᴍᴀꜱꜱɪᴠᴇ'ꜱ ᴛʜᴇ Qᴜᴀʀʀʏ ɪɴᴅ ᴘʀɪ ꜱᴇʟ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ʙʏ ʏᴇʟᴇɴᴀ
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