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18+ 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘦-𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺. 𝘔𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘪-𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦.

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For those who don't yet know me, you may call me Fragment as the blog suggests, but for those who do know me, carry on, carry over.

This is a multi-muse, independent 1x1 roleplay sideblog, follow backs will be from @timelessxmemories .

This blog mostly dabbles in fandoms such as; TURN: Washington's Spies, M*A*S*H, FFVII, FFX, Stardew Valley, StarTrek: The Next Generation, Octopath Traveler 2, & Bullet Train. (More may be added later on.)

I go by any and all pronouns, refer to me as whatever you may like, but please do not refer to me as a human, but rather a being or a deity.

I am 18+, I ask kindly that minors please do not interact as there may be very sensitive topics within this blog.

No heavy NSFW please, very light (ie: leading into it, not going into detail, a timeskip occurs to after) is fine, but nothing heavy.

Gore & violent themes are allowed to be explored further upon this blog and may or may not be referenced quite a few times.

Muses fluctuate from canon character to original characters.

Oc x Canon, Canon x Canon, Oc x Oc are all accepted on this blog.

M x M, F x M, F x F, etcetera are all accepted on this blog.

Please keep in mind that I am often very busy and very easily distracted so please do not get upset if i don't answer your DM, Ask, or reply to a roleplay right away, it may take me up to a month to get to these things depending on my energy and motivation.

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An even temperament, a clean cut man with a house and a picket fence, a wife and daughter, and the kind of life most Americans in this day and age would kill to have.

He should feel grateful for what he has—so why does he feel angry instead? Isn't this the life he's always dreamed of?

Isn't this the life he's always dreamed of?

¡! CLOSED STARTER FOR : @laurasmanymuses / @lauraroleplayss

1951, April 28th, 1600 hours.

Laying on his all too small cot in the swamp, still in his bloody scrubs from surgery, and throwing a ball up in the air only for him to miss and hit himself in the face with it was not what BJ would consider to be the ideal wedding anniversary.

The ideal wedding anniversary would be if he was at home. With his wife and daughter. Or maybe at home in San Francisco at his job at the hospital. Hell, even being at home with just his dog would be better then spending it war-torn Korea for God's sake!

But we can't have everything our way, can we? No. And you know why? Because it seemed as though everything hated BJ Hunnicutt!

A barely audible sigh slips from his lips as he lets the ball drop to the ground and roll over to the tents door. He watches as the ball rolls around before going still.

"God, even the ball doesn't want to be here! You see how ridiculous this is?!" BJ groans, dragging a hand down his face tiredly before sitting himself up—his back cracking in protest all the while.

His eyes shift over to the loose letter on his nightstand, a contemplative expression flickering over his features for a brief moment before he shakes himself off. "Y'know something? Me and Peg used to spend our wedding anniversary dancing in the kitchen with the radio on.. we swore to never spend any anniversary apart." His shoulders slump, a frown pulls at his lips.

"Looks like the world had other plans.." BJ reaches up and brushes his hand over his mustache before swinging his legs over the edge of his cot and sitting with his elbows resting on his knees, his eyes fixated on his wedding ring in a contemplative silence and solemnity as a dry, humorless laugh crawls its way up his throat like hard liquor that's hard to swallow and keeps threatening to come back up. "..some husband I am."

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‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎✦•······················•✦•······················•✦

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ⏝꒷︶ ͡𑁬♱໒ ͡ ︶꒷⏝

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ 🦴┆𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙡 .ᐟ

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ⏝꒷︶ ͡𑁬♱໒ ͡ ︶꒷⏝

‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎✦•······················•✦•······················•✦

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ 𐔌  .  characters full name  !  ୧

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ── .🪐 Micheal Samuel Munroe

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ 𐔌  .  nickname  !  ୧

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ── .⭐ Mike

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ 𐔌  .  occupation  !  ୧

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ── .🪐 Medical Student, 3rd year.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ 𐔌  .  birthday  !  ୧

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ── .⭐ July 17th.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ 𐔌  .  age  !  ୧

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ── .🪐 24 years of age.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ 𐔌  .  pronouns  !  ୧

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ── .⭐ He/Him/Himself.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ 𐔌  .  sexuality  !  ୧

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ── .🪐 Bisexual, no preference.

‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎✦•······················•✦•······················•✦

‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ⏝꒷︶ ͡𑁬♱໒ ͡ ︶꒷⏝

‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎🪶┆𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙨 .ᐟ

‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ⏝꒷︶ ͡𑁬♱໒ ͡ ︶꒷⏝

‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎✦•······················•✦•······················•✦

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ 𐔌  .  eye colour  !  ୧

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ── .⭐ Hazel

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ 𐔌  .  hair colour  !  ୧

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ── .🪐 Chestnut.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ 𐔌  .  distinguishing marks  !  ୧

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ── .⭐ Mike has a massive scar across his lower back and is missing his ring finger on his right hand.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ 𐔌  .  time era  !  ୧

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ── .🪐 20th Century.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ 𐔌  .  height  !  ୧

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ── .⭐ 6 ft, 0 in. (182.88 cm)

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ 𐔌  .  weight  !  ୧

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ── .🪐 175 LBS.

‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎✦•······················•✦•······················•✦

‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ⏝꒷︶ ͡𑁬♱໒ ͡ ︶꒷⏝

‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ 🍄┆𝙛𝙖𝙫𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙨 .ᐟ

‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ⏝꒷︶ ͡𑁬♱໒ ͡ ︶꒷⏝

‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎✦•······················•✦•······················•✦

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ 𐔌  .  characters favourite food  !  ୧

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ── .⭐ He really loves crepe cakes.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ 𐔌  .  characters favourite colour  !  ୧

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ── .🪐 Maroon

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ 𐔌  .  characters favourite music  !  ୧

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ── .⭐ Rock & Indie

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ 𐔌  .  literature  !  ୧

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ── .🪐 The only books he really ever reads are textbooks or whatever he's forced to read online for classes.

‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎✦•······················•✦•······················•✦

‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ⏝꒷︶ ͡𑁬♱໒ ͡ ︶꒷⏝

‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ⏳┆𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙙𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙙 .ᐟ

‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ⏝꒷︶ ͡𑁬♱໒ ͡ ︶꒷⏝

‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎✦•······················•✦•······················•✦

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ 𐔌  .  hometown  !  ୧

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ── .⭐ Brooklyn, USA

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ 𐔌  .  type of childhood  !  ୧

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ── .🪐 Micheal had a pretty average childhood, grew up as an only child, was pretty lonely during most of his childhood, his mom left when he was 7, so he only had his dad and his grandparents around for family.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ 𐔌  .  most fond memory  !  ୧

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ── .⭐ The time he got to go to the hospital with his dad and watch him work for "Career Day", this resulted in Micheal growing up and wanting to do the same thing to try and make a difference in the world.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ 𐔌  .  event that still effects them  !  ୧

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ── .🪐 The events of Blackwood Pines and Beth and Hannah's disappearances and the year after, losing literally everyone around him, leaving him to be the only survivor.

( NOTE ;; Mun is not using the canon version of Micheal from Until Dawn for this interpretation of Micheal Munroe, in this interpretation, Micheal was the only survivor and facts have been altered. )

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‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ⏝꒷︶ ͡𑁬♱໒ ͡ ︶꒷⏝

‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎🕰┆𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙮 .ᐟ

‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ⏝꒷︶ ͡𑁬♱໒ ͡ ︶꒷⏝

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‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ⏝꒷︶ ͡𑁬♱໒ ͡ ︶꒷⏝

‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎🪓┆𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 .ᐟ

‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ⏝꒷︶ ͡𑁬♱໒ ͡ ︶꒷⏝

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‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ── .🪐 Like a River Runs * The Bleachers

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ── .⭐ You * Keaton Henson

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ── .🪐 Youth * Daughter

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‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ⏝꒷︶ ͡𑁬♱໒ ͡ ︶꒷⏝

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For some, war is but a fragment of time, a piece of history lost and to be forgotten about, but for others, it's a traumatizing event that looms over you, shadowing over every little thought. — Will I wake up tomorrow? Am I going to live through this? Will I ever see my family again? Will things go back to how they once where before this all began? — each of those questions can be answered, but no answer is ever the same.

@lauraroleplayss

1952, December 14th

It was a seemingly normal routine day for Hawkeye Pierce, — a man who stood to the impressive height of 6'2, had somewhat poor posture, a lanky and thin stature, his hair black with obvious signs of grey in it, a stubble around his mouth and a subtle but prominent Italian accent —, officers and doctors alike were scrambling around to bring in the next flow of wounded, there were.. nine, maybe ten wounded brought in, a few above the average amount but nothing too noteworthy.

At least, not in these times.

Hawkeye furrows his brow as he watches them all be brought in to the O.R, all seemingly suffered the same injuries to their abdomens.

He figures it must be from a landmine, but then he thinks out loud to himself.

"Why the Hell would it be a landmine? Did they all get into clown car and drive over a landmine and somehow managed to line themselves up so perfectly they got the same injuries?"

He shakes his head, dismissing the thought before turning on his heel and returning back to his task at hand — walking with no real destination.

Something he's found himself doing a lot was walking. It's good for the circulation of the blood and it's good for the muscles, but for him it was just a distraction from all the blood and chaos that never seemed to die down. That and masking over with faux humor.

But then he pauses in his tracks, looking over to his left, seeing a man that wasn't wearing military fatigues but rather.. clothes that didn't even belong to military code. Or at least, not where he grew up (Which was Maine, Crabapple Cove of course).

He blinks once, then twice. It certainly wasnt Klinger doing something absolutely ridiculous again to try and get a Section eight, right? A closer look with one step closer, and surely enough, it was in fact, not Klinger.

He rubs his eyes in a tired manner before once again, thinking outloud, laughing quietly to himself.

"Great. Just what I needed; a hallucination induced by insomnia. Or hypothermia. Though I'd much prefer insomnia."

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Silence creeps amongst the dirt roads of Setauket, not a sound could be heard except for the occasional chirp from a cricket in the nearby tall grass, the winds were quiet, dancing through the trees and whispering in the air, it was a peaceful scene, one that most would kill for in these times of war, however, that wasn't the case for two particular people who stood in the back of the stables — specifically, Leah's stables, why were they in her stables? Even I'm not so sure as to why.

Here stood a man of stubborn nature, never willing to admit when he's wrong, and most importantly, never willing to give up on the past, such is the case now.

The man in reference, — Abraham, paces back and forth on the messy hay covered ground within the back of the stables, one hand on his hip while the other anxiously runs through his hair, his brow furrowed as he tried to come up with some form of explanation but was unable to do so. With a frustrated sigh, he places both hands on his hips and stops his pacing, now facing a particular Clydesdale who's name was Alejandro. Alejandro stared at him while Abraham stared back before groaning in exasperation before turning back towards Eloise.

"Okay, alright, I just–"

A pause. He takes a moment to think, pinching the bridge of his nose before he continues.

"I don't know! She's my ex-fiance, El, I saw her, and I guess I just – I don't know, I felt that familiar connection again!"

He sighs, shaking his head, a frown crossing his lips as his tone softens by a large amount.

"We haven't seen her in years, El.. She's been missing for God knows how long, and then I see her again, and I can't help but feel those same feelings I felt for her all those years ago.. and the fact that Caleb found her and knew she was around for a whole year – without telling me – hurts like Hell!"

-> @lauraroleplayss

[lauraroleplayss]

Try as she might, Eloise couldn't help but to grin at the frusterated look on her friend's face. Her eyes shone brightly. She was visiting the small town of Setakuet in disguse. She was wearing one of her more every day dresses. The not so over the top ones. Her hair pulled back in a ponytail and a traveling cloak around her shoulders.

The grin soon faded as he spoke. Eloise sighed.

"Lea might had a reason Abe. She never even contacted me at all. You know how close we were. You know how she was more like my sister than anything else."

"When I do talk to Caleb, I'll make sure to lay it on thick." Eloise could be a very scary young woman when it called for it. She laid a hand on his shoulder. Her expression soft. "Maybe he can drag Lea here so we can all talk it over. Without shouting and causing more trouble." She added with a warning glance at him. Eloise knew Abe for a long time. She knew how he could be.

[fragmentsofflesh]

Abraham, now flustered at her accusation, stumbles over his words before he falls silent, his mouth opening and closing before he huffs in frustration, shifting his gaze to the side, looking anywhere but her before he lets out a long sigh of resignation, his shoulders dropping momentarily.

"That was one time, El. One. Time. And I had a good reason, too! I mean, who—"

He cuts himself off, hearing multiple pairs of footsteps heading their way, and without thinking, he pulls out his pocket knife, pointing it in the direction the footsteps were approaching from, his eyes narrowed. When one of the two figures comes into their line of sight, he pauses, furrowing his brow in uncertainty and mild confusion, keeping the dagger pointed at the figure, his hand shaking.

The figure stops, lifting their head before pulling the hood of their cloak off of their head. A woman, a very familiar, yet unfamiliar one at that. She wears a pair of black slacks and a white ruffled shirt, a black cloak over her shoulders, a pair of brown riding boots and brown suspenders. Her hair is an ash-blond, half tied up in a small bun, the rest of her hair was messy and down on her shoulders, a scar on the bridge of her nose and her eyes were that of a reddish-brown.

Upon seeing the pocket knife, she flinches and slowly raises her hands in surrender, her eyes darting back and forth between Abraham and Eloise. When she finally spoke after what felt like hours, her voice was shaken and hoarse, like she hadn't used it in God knows how long.

"I know you're angry but please don't stab me."

[fragmentsofflesh]

Silence creeps amongst the dirt roads of Setauket, not a sound could be heard except for the occasional chirp from a cricket in the nearby tall grass, the winds were quiet, dancing through the trees and whispering in the air, it was a peaceful scene, one that most would kill for in these times of war, however, that wasn't the case for two particular people who stood in the back of the stables — specifically, Leah's stables, why were they in her stables? Even I'm not so sure as to why.

Here stood a man of stubborn nature, never willing to admit when he's wrong, and most importantly, never willing to give up on the past, such is the case now.

The man in reference, — Abraham, paces back and forth on the messy hay covered ground within the back of the stables, one hand on his hip while the other anxiously runs through his hair, his brow furrowed as he tried to come up with some form of explanation but was unable to do so. With a frustrated sigh, he places both hands on his hips and stops his pacing, now facing a particular Clydesdale who's name was Alejandro. Alejandro stared at him while Abraham stared back before groaning in exasperation before turning back towards Eloise.

"Okay, alright, I just–"

A pause. He takes a moment to think, pinching the bridge of his nose before he continues.

"I don't know! She's my ex-fiance, El, I saw her, and I guess I just – I don't know, I felt that familiar connection again!"

He sighs, shaking his head, a frown crossing his lips as his tone softens by a large amount.

"We haven't seen her in years, El.. She's been missing for God knows how long, and then I see her again, and I can't help but feel those same feelings I felt for her all those years ago.. and the fact that Caleb found her and knew she was around for a whole year – without telling me – hurts like Hell!"

-> @lauraroleplayss