the scam = rigged traps
the men = lawrence and scott
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the scam = rigged traps
the men = lawrence and scott
hello rustynailshippers
I love these two pathetic men
⛓️ 🐈⬛ 📸 RUSTYNAIL MOODBOARDS 🎸 🦝 🪓
I finally got around to making these guys moodboards, now Adam has two because he’s a spoiled wee shit (I love him)
Shoutout to my fav roleplay blogs atm, @itsveryfuckingconfused & @scottxtibbsxstyle … very very very entertaining.
Previous Adam moodboard below
redraw.... yeah
first tumblr post,,, hii everyone! I draw saw fanart and lots of scotty art 🦝
scott getting trapped for real...adam lives au...scott getting trapped for real as both a punishment for adam (getting out unfairly. against the rules.) and for himself (trying to mimic one of jigsaw's traps and almost killing himself). scott getting trapped......
I love my little rustynailshipping papa's louie sushiria ❤️
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Saw (Movies) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Adam Faulkner-Stanheight/Scott Tibbs, Adam Faulkner-Stanheight/Lawrence Gordon (Implied) Characters: Scott Tibbs, Adam Faulkner-Stanheight Additional Tags: Unhealthy Relationships, Trans Adam Faulkner-Stanheight, Adam Faulkner-Stanheight Lives, Strap-Ons, Breeding Kink, Additional Warnings In Author's Note, Break Up, Friends With Benefits Summary:
Adam was the best thing he’d never earned, Scott knew. It was only a matter of time before they fell apart, before Scott ruined it like he ruined everything.
He’d read once about unexploded bombs being left behind after wars– land mines, dormant, hidden under sand and soil, waiting for just the right amount of pressure to detonate, to turn whatever poor bastard who stepped on it into hamburger meat. He hadn’t finished the article, but sometimes he wondered if there was a way to tell if you’d stepped on one before you got blown to smithereens. If you could feel the click. If you had a few seconds to realize what you’d done before your brain matter turned into a fine red mist.
Scott had always been a reckless man, never minding his step. With Adam, he was still waiting for the click. ---- four times Scott almost ended things, and the one time he did.