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indie john murphy tracking: justasavxge

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[justasavxge]

[ Bold which of the two traits applies most to your muse! Note that these will not necessarily be opposites! ]

Ambitious // Vindictive

Self-critical // Selfless

Idealistic // Relaxed

Loyal // Innovative

Patient // Neat

Kind // Moody 

Fearful // Open

Frugal // Glamorous

Trusting // Confident  

Methodical // Humorous 

Maternal/Paternal // Callous

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The 100 meme    ∟ [2/8] eight scenes  → the Blakes in 1x06

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Bellarke + Whose Pick Up Line Is It Anyway? (1/∞)

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Judas Kiss (2011)

[justasavxge]

adhesiive replied to your post:adhesiive replied to your post:“I’m the guy that’s...

[ HONESTLY it’s probably likely that Murphy doesn’t know who the fuck he is anyway ??? but Newt most likely wouldn’t have followed him into forbidden territory ya know. i’m thinkin’ about somethin’ that might work hmm

{ i can also totally change it, if you’d like, really it was just the first thing that popped into my head cx orrr it could be like after murphy comes back from the lighthouse so newt’s been charged with keeping a close eye on him and murphy doesn’t know about it??? pulling things out my ass at this point xD

[justasavxge]

adhesiive replied to your post:"I’m the guy that’s gonna save your ass." (Newt...

[ I mean I have a 100 verse where Newt is one of the 100 but w/e w/e 8)

{ ffff that’s what i get for being a dingus and not looking first. dishonor on me and my cow. x-x

[dandyriot]

original character multi-verse, multi-ship Mun is 24. 9+ years of roleplay experience. character | navigation | verses

[justasavxge]

"I’m the guy that’s gonna save your ass." (Newt saving Murphy & Murphy being super bitter about it 2k15 give it to m e)

horror movie starters &&

It wasn’t like Murphy hadn’t seen any situation reallyworse than the one he’d accidentally found himself in.No, no, between the grounders and the mountainmen, the creatures of the earth, and his own goddamn people—well, it was safe to say Murphy knewhow to get himself out of pretty much anything atthat point.

Key words? Pretty much.

Turns out, stumbling upon a ritualistic rite of passage for a particularly bloodthirsty tribe ofgrounders? Not his best idea. Though at the time it hadn’t seemed like his worst either. He neededa weapon, they had plenty to spare. He knew hecould be in and out in no time, they wouldn’t evenknow he was there.

Because he was just that damn stealth, of coursehe didn’t think about the fact that there might beothers around making enough fucking noise to gethim caught.

That’s how he thought of it, at least, as he found himself on the sharp end of a deluge of arrows.Which made finding the source of the noise (in hisslightly terror filled flee) all the better.

           “ Who the hell are you? “

                   “ I’m the guy that’s gonna save your ass. “

Yeah. Good fucking luck.

            “ Actually, pal, you’re the guy who’s gonna fuck right off. “

Big words for a guy who was currently running forhis life, but what the hell ever, there was no wayMurphy was going to trust this ... whoever the hellhe was.

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; munday

[justasavxge]

name: Abby birthday: 15 June gender: genderqueer w/female pronouns~ orientation: dimples & awkwardly crooked noses age: goin on 24 favorite candy:  chocolate covered espresso beans favorite pizza: the works, baby favorite salad dressing: raspberry vinaigrette  favorite meal: roasted zucchini with parmesan   best friend(s): dandyriot (who is also my bae~), ofhiding, nothinglikeyxu best relative: my cousin best pet: my lil buttbutt pup best celebrity: robert ‘iron man’ downey jr one random fact about your day: i fell out of a slightly moving vehicle one random fact about your job/school: there’s a distinct lack thereof both one random fact about your favourite tv show:  it’s gonna give me a hernia i swear one random fact you wish was a fact but it isn’t: i’m moving to somewhere fun and free and awesome soon, totes favorite soda: gingeraleeee best memory: flying to California to visit awesome friends~ one random fact about you: i’m obnoxiou tag five people: uuuhhh just anyone who wants to grab this, of course! && also, nothinglikeyxu, ofhiding, and dandyriot

[dandyriot]

//PURGATORY + justasavxge

The desert was … unexpected. Nothing like the pictures painted on sterile walls back home, gilded frames the boundary between lush imagination and reality. She’d spent hours staring at those paintings, imagining every texture in every blade of grass, thinking about the smell of fresh air, the heady dirt and dark muck of wet leaves, lavender and rose and wildflower marching into her nostrils. And then, when the moment was taken away, a smiling face drawing her attention towards other things, the close press of cement halls beat through her fantasies, took hold, brought her back, back. Always back. The same rooms, repeated, ad infinitum.

But the desert. It was harsh, transcended beyond anything she’d ever seen, reached further than her limited ideas could ever have allowed. Pale tan bled into orange, fine grains of sand mixed with thick rocks, dark brown, onyx, white. The blended image only refined upon further inspection. On the first day, all of this was beautiful.

By the second, Ivica was ready to dig a shallow hole and die. Flop into any semblance of shade, even if she buried herself alive. The desert was a shit hole. A giant, sandy ass filled with an unspeakable amount of excrement. And she was going to die there.

One more endless mountain of sand, and Vic fell to her knees. Her shirt was ragged on the bottom, olive green, strips of it tied around the top of her head to keep the sun from eating at her brain. Her shoes were already torn from days of travel, littered with holes, the tips of her toes peeking out. Attractive. Dandy. What a fucking riot.

She buried her hands into the sand, stared down the decline, what felt like endless miles. Seriously considered pitching forward and rolling all the way down. Good stuff, proper way to conserve energy. Might just snap her neck if she was lucky.

A dot grabbed her attention. Which was sad enough, as is, but one full day and a half of infinite tan had made the slightest deviations incredibly interesting. A dot. A dot. A sinkhole, a dead animal, a sad tree. A limp kidney. Could’ve been countless things.

A moan.

Could’ve been alive. Worth approaching? Ivica, after a full day of blasted heat, of burns darkening her sore skin, didn’t honestly care.

“Heyooo!” she yelled down the way, still on her knees. She struggled to lift back up, stumbled for a moment. Finally righted herself, and carefully started down towards the moaning dot. If he killed her, well. She’d probably kill him too. Just for kicks, something to break the unbearably tan monotony.

[justasavxge]

DANDYRIOT && PURGATORY

Rummaging through his pack, Murphy found he was doing better on supplies than he’d originally thought. The lighthouse had held a plethora of treasures, most of which he’d only seen in books and holos of the past. Not that he was really interested in any of those things, it wasn’t like he could take any of them with him, considering his boat had been pretty much shot to hell. If Murph was being honest with himself he was surprised he hadn’t sank like a fucking rock.

Purpose. Jaha had said. We’re meant for more, John.

It was as much a load of shit as it was a shard of hope glowing bright beneath Murphy’s sternum. He could feel it there, the warmth of it burning like stomach acid, harsh and unwelcome.

John knew he was screwed, knew everyone was screwed (or dead, jury was still out on that one). He didn’t need anything putting the faith in him. No fucking thank you.

MRE’s were pretty shitty, they were not only over 100 years old, but Murphy was pretty sure they weren’t anything to write home about even before. Still they were so much better than nothing, the stale crackers alone were practically gold in the suffering heat of the desert. He munched them down quickly, needing to get a good few more miles in before sunset.

Peering into the remaining bags in the flimsy container Murphy crossed his fingers for something that hinted at chicken (those were the best, fuck the red meat container things, he’d rather eat his own rancid shit). Just as he found his booty and hummed in pleasure at the delightful not-beef, Murphy was stunned into throwing the MRE back into his bag, a knife was out and in his hand not three seconds later.

Someone was coming.

He’d heard the shout, but had to turn to see the person scrambling down to meet him. Which was really fucking ... strange?

Cocking his head to the side John waited for the person, girl maybe by the voice, to get within range. He didn’t speak as he watched her approach, noting first off that she wasn’t a grounder, of the desert or forest people. Her skin was dark, but pale? Like it hadn’t seen the light of day in eons. That fact, coupled with the style of her clothing pretty much spelled out who she was.

But not how.

Still, Murphy waited in silence, hard grip upon his bag and his knife. He was on a mission goddamn it and he wasn’t about to get hijacked again.

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horror movie quote sentence starters!

"That cold ain’t the weather. That’s death approaching."

"I’m the guy with the gun."

"When we dislike a friend of ours, we dissect him."

"Wanna play?"

"When there’s no room left in hell, the dead will walk the earth."

"The next word that comes out of your mouth better be some brilliant fuckin’ Mark Twain shit. ‘Cause it’s definitely getting chiseled on your tombstone."

"We just cut up our girlfriend with a chainsaw. Does that sound ‘fine’?"

"What an excellent day for an exorcism."

"I’m the guy that’s gonna save your ass."

"Be afraid.. be very afraid."

"It’s alive!"

"I should warn you, princess - the first time tends to get a little messy."

"Every town has an Elm Street."

"I’ve seen enough horror movies to know that any weirdo wearing a mask is never friendly."

"They were vampires! Psychos do not explode when sunlight hits them, I don’t give a fuck how crazy they are!"

"It’s Halloween, everyone’s entitled to one good scare."

"The dead are not quiet in Hill House."

"Drink from me and live forever."

"You know that part in scary movies when somebody does something really stupid and everyone hates them for it? This is it."

"I’m your number one fan."

"They’re coming to get you."

"We don’t need a stretcher in there, we need a mop!"

"Whatever you do, don’t fall asleep."

"Sometimes dead is better."

"No more dead bodies for daddy tonight."

"We all go a little mad sometimes."

"I know you’re there because I can smell your brains."

"I want to see what your insides look like."

"Do you like scary movies?"

"I’m not gonna hurt ya, I’m just gonna bash your brains in."

"I see dead people."

"I’d rather not spend the rest of this winter tied to this FUCKING COUCH!"

"I want your blood all over me."

"A man only drinks like that when he’s planning to kiss a girl or kill a man — which is it?"

"It always starts out that way, and then comes all the screaming and the dying."

"If devils you call us, rest assured — better the devil you know."

"If you want to survive it, you better learn to pull the trigger."

"Why are you screaming when I haven’t even cut you yet?"

"There is a greater good, and for that you must be sacrificed."

[justasavxge]

dandyriot && purgatory

Sand wedged it's way through every crevice known to him, down his shirt, up his jeans, even stuck in his fucking teeth.

Murphy was sick and damn tired of it, the sand and everything else that composed the desert around him. He took solace in the fact that he was over halfway finished with the trek. Or something like that. He hadn't exactly been keeping mark of the days the first time around, but he knew he was getting close.

The mine field had made a bit of an impression (it was also what the boy was signifying as his ‘halfway’ point), and Murphy counted the second crossing as a great achievement. Even if his legs had felt a bit like jelly for several moments after pushing aside the last mine across the field.

After the solar panels came the mines, and after the mines came Emori's (somewhat inevitable) betrayal. Though the desert seemed monotonous and impassable, Murphy had an incredible sense of direction. One which led him faithfully to the spot he'd been held for ransom at knife point.

Good times.

He slowed his steady trudge to stop there, safe for the moment, and able to regroup while splitting open an MRE. Murphy could see he was running low, but he trusted he'd find the forest with another two or three days walk. It would last until then at least.

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