#FANTASYWRITTEN. ( adam. )

[jigsawfcrged]

@fantasywritten / adam continued from [x]

“YEAH, WELL…” Adam took a swig from his beer, then slumped against the back of his seat. “So do I. Welcome to the club.” He glanced over at her, offering her a forced smile that was clearly hiding his own trauma. “NEITHER OF US were meant to make it out, were we?”

There was a particular sort of nausea that came along with knowing there were other people in the world that shared her particular kind of trauma experience. Too many. She refused to let her thoughts drift to all of those that hadn't survived to live with the aftermath of Jigsaw's so called games. Like her husband. Fingers picked against one of the edges of the jack and coke that sat, mostly untouched, in front of her. "You ever wonder if maybe we didn't, really, and this is just -- purgatory?"

[privatevideo]

ADAM STANHEIGHT: CASUAL SEX. SENDER AND RECEIVER HAVE NO STRINGS ATTACHED SEX. this was his thing. traveling to a new place, taking care of business, then doing something that gave him a little pleasure, too. there was no shame inside of fin. he didn't feel bad about meeting someone in a bar, hitting it off with them, and taking them back to his motel room. one night stands had become natural for him. they didn't always happen, but when they did, it was a good release. after nearly dying every time he steps foot into a new city, he thought he deserved this. with a taste of whiskey on his tongue, he locked the door behind both him and adam. this wasn't technically a one night standing ( this was, in fact, the third time they'd met in this town ), but there was still no expectations between the two. turning back to face adam, there's almost a smirk on finley's features. ' you're wearing way too many clothes, right now, ' @fantasywritten.

[muutosarchive]

there wasn't anywhere to hide, in that bathroom. as much as adam might have tried to put on a face, he is positive that larry saw one hundred percent of what he had to offer. the ugly, & the not so ugly. although -- perhaps not everything. let's just say that whatever possible evoked emotions, were on full display. whatever shifts in emotions, too. a vulnerability he's only used to, between he & the worst of his ex-girlfriends. but larry was kinda like an ex girlfriend, too. in a way. except they didn't end on bad terms. or at least, it could have been worse. an elephant in the room that skirts the edges of adam's brain. infecting the happiness that swirls in his gut. that of nervous excitement. you never came back for me.

he smiles alongside the other man. it's soft, & happy. he's imagined it before. has seen it before. it brings him back, & it sort of takes his breath away. fingers fidget, once knuckles wipe some fallen droplets from under his eyes. aforementioned digits poking past the edges of a too-big flannel. accompanying another laugh, & the clearing of his throat. he doesn't move back, when lawrence moves in closer. boyish excitement, mixed with some dissociation he's trying to battle through. though his walls are slowly going back up, as they're prone to do. "yeah, uh --" the question catches him off guard. looking at the floor, & slipping fingers into his pocket after swiping at his nose. "i'm good, you know." sort of sarcastic, & definitely a lie. he shrugs. looking up with his head still canted slightly. smile having faded, & becoming somewhat lopsided. "same old shit, different day." he lifts his head a little higher. "so... where have you been?" he blinks rapidly, in anticipation. shifting his weight a bit, on the spot.

IT’S SO FAMILIAR, the way he speaks, his voice, his mannerisms. Hearing the other man’s breathless laugh, no longer forced as it likely had been in the bathroom, Lawrence stares at him in disbelief, lips spreading into a soft smile. HOLY SHIT. He’d never expected to see the photographer again, let alone as a random occurrence. What were the odds?

And then, there was that UNDENIABLE GUILT, the lump in his throat, the chest pain that hadn’t gone away since he’d left that bathroom. ADAM’S TEARS only make him feel worse — but also a little better, somehow, because IT’S STILL ADAM. Stepping forward, Lawrence exhales shakily, unable to take his eyes off the other. His gaze travels to Adam’s formerly wounded shoulder, then back to his face. THERE’S SO MUCH he wants to say, but he can’t find the words, so he just opens his mouth, a slight chuckle of his own escaping his lips. “Yeah…” He blinks back more of his tears, still grinning, although there’s SADNESS behind his smile, mostly from the intense guilt coursing through his veins. He shakes it off. “HOW… how are you?”

[multimuse-rp-archived]

Hi, everyone! In case you don’t know, I’m going to be moving blogs within the next few days. Unfortunately, I am currently unable to get my muse page up and running due to the whole JavaScript issue… Tumblr Support is working with me to resolve that soon!

So, I thought I’d give an update on which muses will be on the new blog! The majority of muses you see me writing on here will also be written on the new blog; however, around 30 are being removed due to lack of muse. The ones being removed are listed below:

REMOVED MUSES

Uhtred Ragnarsson (the last kingdom)

Aethelflaed of Mercia (the last kingdom)

Eadith of Mercia (the last kingdom)

Alexis Rose (schitt’s creek)

Moira Rose (schitt’s creek)

April Ludgate (parks and recreation)

Chris Trager (parks and recreation)

Castiel (supernatural)

Christian Keene (insatiable)

Nonnie Thompson (insatiable)

Edmund Pevensie (the chronicles of narnia)

Lucy Pevensie (the chronicles of narnia)

Gregor Johnson (the underland chronicles)

Felonious Gru (despicable me)

Cha Hyunsuk (memories of the alhambra)

Iago (othello)

Oh Il-nam (squid game)

Jamal Turner (on my block)

Jon Snow (game of thrones)

Jorah Mormont (game of thrones)

Petyr Baelish (game of thrones)

Judy Hale (dead to me)

Michelle Gutierrez (dead to me)

Leith Bayard (reign)

Lincoln kom Trikru (the 100)

Mónica Gaztambide / Stockholm (la casa de papel)

Raquel Murillo / Lisbon (la casa de papel)

Aníbal Cortez / Río (la casa de papel)

Zahid Raja (atypical)

In addition, some of my muses will be privatized, meaning I will ONLY write them with certain muns. You know who you are! The muses being privatized are listed below:

PRIVATE MUSES

Klaus Mikaelson (the vampire diaries)

Leslie Knope (parks and recreation)

Ruby Hill (good girls)

Ragnar Ragnarsson (the last kingdom)

Sigtryggr Ivarsson (the last kingdom)

Stiorra Uhtredsdottir (the last kingdom)

Martín Berrote / Palermo (la casa de papel)

Rafael de Fonollosa (la casa de papel)

Daniel Ramos / Denver (la casa de papel)

However, don’t worry! Some new muses are being added! These include Murray from Stranger Things, Adam from Saw, and several new OCs! Stay tuned, and I’ll see you over on fantasywritten!

[traptised]

fantasywritten 𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐓 𝐀 𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄 :

“No, please, let me go!” (From Adam if you want)

❝ OH, ADAM, poor, apathetic little voyeur he is... ❞ Amanda takes the key off of her neck and holds it up out of reach from him. it's her way to unlock him from his shackle.

❝ DO you know what it's like to suffer yet, Adam? Do you know what it's like to be the one watched ? He never came back, now did he? Are you ANGRY? Do you feel hurt? Do you want to save yourself? Do you have the will to survive? I'm feeling kind. You tell me what you see when you look into the reflection of this knife.❞ She tsks, holding the reflective metal to the light and turning it to make his reflection appear.

❝ Your camera never lies... but what lies do your 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 tell? ❞

[extraordinarygrrls]

[ Text ] : I think my apartment is haunted lol.. I say lol but I’m actually worried 🙃 send help. (Adam)

Sigh...

[ Text ] : Adam. [ Text ] : We've discussed this Adam. Your apartment isn't haunted, it's just a bit shit. It's probably the piping again.

[ Text ] : Did you wanna crash on my couch tonight, scaredy cat?

@fantasywritten

[xavierplympton1984moves]

your name: adam

your age: 28

your perfect date: something simple. takeout and watching a movie, maybe.

make out in private or in public?: private, preferably

do you like to cuddle?: yeah, but i could take it or leave it

tell me something about you: i’m a photographer. an artist, if you can call it that.

why do you want to be my valentine?: because i don’t want to be alone.

Xavier reads through the application making affirmative noises and nodding his head. He then looks up at the other and smiles "Accepted."

@fantasywritten

[jigsawfcrged]

current drafts.

coinquinatvs

john & frank

amanda & paul

john & henry

joyce & henry

eric & henry

gabriel & henry

mark & henry

jill & paul

lawrence & henry

john & paul

john (resurrected) & henry

diana & paul

parker & john

orphanedshadow

john & kara

intcthatgoodnight

eric & will

dexter & amanda

diana & astra

maidencfdeath

eleanor & cassie

logan & cassie

john & cassie

diana & cassie

fantasywritten

allison & lindsey

lynn & adam

john & mark

eric & rigg

diana & john

omniterror

mark & evalyne

gam3-chang3r

jill & shaman

strawmade

eleanor & valthar

sheldoney

diana & sheldon

[jigsawfcrged]

SHORT STARTER.

inxspacetime said: Logan or Mark for a horror muse maybe?

songbirdsandsugar said: Honestly I’d happily take any of them. But i think John or Amanda would be fun with Lucy. Or Lawrence. Or even Joyce honestly. I can’t decide lol

rapxir said: John please

dcmure said: i’m good with anyone !

omniterror said: lawrence for tapp

coinquinatvs said: John for Henry and bby Frank. Amanda for Paul.. and also for Henry.

fantasywritten said: Hoffman and Strahm (either way is fine), Lawrence for Adam, and/or Eric for Rigg if you’re feeling it?

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[xavierplympton1984moves]

@fantasywritten asked  “  i don’t wanna talk about it. you got a beer?  ”  (from Adam if you want)

Xavier goes over to his fridge and gets the both a beer, opens both and then brings them back over into the living room, passing one off to Adam as he passes by him to get to the couch "Well, thank god. I'm used to people getting all touchy feely with me and I'm really bad with talking about feeling or giving advice too." He tilts his head to the side and gets a thoughtful look on his face "So I don't like to talk about shit with people." Xavier chuckles with a cocked eyebrow.

[extraordinarygrrls]

fantasywritten​:

@extraordinarygrrls ❤️

ADAM GENUINELY HAD A PASSION for creating art through photography. From the moment he’d gotten his first camera, he’d loved taking pictures — of places, flowers, but most of all, people. The problem was, many people didn’t WANT their pictures taken. He respected that, but it was still annoying — and a little EMBARRASSING — to ask people for permission to take photos of them.

And yet, that’s exactly what Adam did. He was walking across the street, headed for a patch of flowers on a nearby bush, when he spotted her. EYEBROWS RAISING, he noticed her and immediately picked up on her vibe. Nerdy, but sweet. Hidden beauty, the kind you could only see if you TRULY OPENED YOUR EYES and looked for it. She would be perfect for his new project.

But Adam knew better than to snap a few photos when she wasn’t looking. She’d probably notice, yell at him, THREATEN TO SUE… the same old speech he’d heard time and time again. He practically knew it word for word by now. No, he was going to ask her, and if she said no, MAYBE he’d consider other options. Maybe.

“Excuse me, miss?” Adam hurried to catch up with her. “Yes, YOU. Um…” This was always so awkward, but even more so around pretty girls like her. He still hadn’t gotten used to it. “I’m a PHOTOGRAPHER.” He gestured towards his camera. “And I was wondering if you’d be interested in a short photoshoot? It’ll only take a few minutes.” He let out a soft chuckle. “I know it’s out of the blue. It’s just… YOU’D BE GREAT for a photo collage I’ve been working on.”

When outside of the police station, Abigail would scavenge for every little piece of joy, every scrap of reprieve she could find. She knew how susceptible she was to obsession, it was with active thought and effort that she compartmentalized herself. She was doing this to save lives, picking apart the maimed bodies that have only just started to appear, she needs to remind herself why lives are worth saving.

She loathed the idea of becoming some purely scientific, amoral cynic like...

“Oh!” She turned and took out her earphones when Adam brought his attention to her. She must’ve been in a bit of a daze, though the book she was reading was very good. John had recommended it to her, it was about Robert Knox, Burke and Hare, and the general practices of early anatomical studies, graverobbing. She placed the book on her lap and listened to the young man with a smile.

When he asked if she could pose for him, she looked surprised, she always liked getting involved with the local art scene, but the idea that she had a face worthy of a project gave her pause. No one really focused on her looks one way or another, she was always either the smart one, or the weird one.

“Really? Me? Well I mean, that would be okay, pretty.. Cool, actually. What do I need to do? You don’t need me to take my clothes off or something, do you? I don’t really do that kind of posing, or.. Any posing.” She knew someone who did nude posing at art schools, she had nothing against it but.. No.

[muutosarchive]

in any normal circumstance, adam would be acting much more nonchalant. or, perhaps excited to see someone who he considers -- well.. he doesn't really know what. it seems insane to call the two of them friends, but an undeniable camaraderie exists. one that adam might just deny, if you ask him. but you had to have been there. a man he'd found it in himself to trust & cling to, in the face of death. so lightly, the photographer's mouth opens. eyes blinking, as a potential smile twitches upon his face. blankness of shock stilling even the stinging of tears. he's not sure how to react. none of his faculties seeming to have been working, as of yet. it's a lot to process. had hardly even remembered speaking the words that had initiated their meeting, in the first place. just as scruffy & malnourished as larry remembers, likely. a camera hanging from his neck, with adam's twitching fingers lightly grasping it. his cynical self melting away at the sound of his name. a breathy chuckle releases. laborious. crying, as well. the tears brimming at his waterline. "he-hey! his fingers raise. he wants to run to him, & open his arms. but instead his arms part, awkwardly. "it's me, too. adam. i --" he pauses, shaking his hand, with his hands on his hips. one raising to swipe at his cheek. "i never lied about my name, by the way."

@muutos asked: ❛ is it really you? ❜ Adam to Larry

HOLY SHIT.

His heart was caught in his throat. The sight of Adam, alive and (seemingly) well, had brought Lawrence right back to that bathroom. The pain of sawing off his foot, the UNDENIABLE FEAR that he’d never see his family again, the sound of the bullet firing from his gun…

“Adam…” He was UTTERLY SPEECHLESS, hands shaking uncontrollably as he stared at the other man. “It’s… it’s me…” Without permission, tears filled the corners of his eyes, but he managed to blink them back, sharply digging his fingernails into his palms to try and stop them from falling.