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[bravebitten]

@sorevivals liked this post for a BABY EVAN STARTER !! for ollie.

It's been 20 long minutes since Mike locked him in his room. Evan knows this because he is very good at counting, and the little clock on his bedside table had read 12:32 when he first looked at it. He'd given up banging on the door a while ago, and now resides on the floor by the doorway.

Evan is laying on his side with the evidence of his tears making a mess of his face. The actual weeping has died down by this point, save for the occasional whimpering and sniffling - he can't help it, even though he's trying really hard to stop. He sticks his fingers through the crack in the door as he peers through it, wiggling them as if they could act as a distress signal to any passers by.

Once he finally hears the sound of footsteps coming down the hall, he shoves his hand further into the crack and flaps his fingers about. With a wobbly voice, he speaks up, hoping whoever is out there will take pity on him.

"Could you please let me out now?"

[muutosarch]

83 for the wrapped meme, ollie or addy for one of your fnaf muses (whoever it works best for lmao)

"IT FEELS LIKE i've been here a hundred times. it's complicated."

SPOTIFY WRAPPED APPLE MUSIC REPLAY. @sorevivals. ( the gravity of you, mourn ).

[enchaentales]

🍎 + 🍒 starter call, accepting!  ˎˊ˗  @sorevivals .ೃ࿔*୨୧˚

         apple would say she's a private person- most people at this camp call her a wicked bitch. and, honestly? she'd rather it this way. most of them are children that she doesn't care for, and her only job is to keep them in line with a mean green glare. she's not the only redhead at this camp under fire for witch allegations, but apple's popularity, beauty, and influence leaves her coming out on top.

         this leaves apple to collect her little dolls and crops to tend to and braid their hair. there's something about abigail goode that draws her in. " what are you up to tonight? " abigail's on cleaning duty and apple's ... overseeing. " like, what do you want to be up to tonight? "

[ashenwinds]

     There are a few skellies about the fortress, growling and chittering as the fleshie is on the island. . . watching before they go quiet as their leader pulls herself out of the sand.

     “ Finally showing up. . . ” Duchess gives one last hiss at the lesser skellies to get them to go away. Annoying pests, “ You had best have a good reason for taking so long. ” Took far too long of a nap while waiting, a groggy feeling clinging to her bones.

     @sorevivals -- you left Skellie Mum waiting

[nevergods]

@sorevivals asked: "Let me handle this. We don't have time to get you a hip replacement when you fail." (addy bullying leon. who needs context) // the parentheses cover it

GETTING OFF ON THE WRONG FOOT, he understands— Leon is long accustomed to wariness in regards to his work ( even, sometimes, from his closest confidantes... he has grown skilled in pretending that doesn't sting as much as it does when he never had a choice in the matter ). From her, it made even more sense. The uphill battle did nothing to discourage the deep-rooted urge to look out for her.

But this just might.

"Excuse me?—" It comes out with little control over his mouth. Incredulous expression written all over his face as he whips his head towards her, blinking in utter disbelief. Not the first time he has been called old ( with his habit of finding young— blonde, which was pointed out to him once and not lost on him now— girls in over their heads to keep an eye on ), but it's the first from her. He knows what she's capable of, hardly one to underestimate, but like hell is he stepping aside. "I'll have you know my hips are perfectly intact, why do you think I've kept this job for so long? Count yourself lucky that I haven't found a bike yet." A beat. "You're not going in alone."

[phonetutorials]

@sorevivals ❤︎'d! ( for ollie! )

❝ I was just like you. And just like me, you're gonna make it through. ❞

[sc4torccio]

@sorevivals asked: i’m very glad that you’re, you know, alive and well. (from ben in s3…oof)

" you shouldn't be, " natalie returned, the reproach in her voice low and subdued, like the crackling smoulder of a campfire doused in the first fallen snow. how they'd gotten here, she couldn't begin to unravel: how they'd made it through that last winter at all, with coach missing an entire fucking limb, and nothing but jackie's ice - sodden carcass to provide anything close to sustenance until the cabin had burned.

she'd never truly believed that coach had been at fault: that he'd gotten away from the chaos, somehow — from the blood, from the loss, the hysteria — just to instigate the whole damn thing. that he'd been the one with the matches, lurking in the darkness on the verge of the lifeless woods, content in his unending despair to let them all burn. even if it had been, nat wasn't sure she could have entirely blamed him; but it didn't matter. not with the wilderness whispering its poisonous nothings in lottie's ear. not when a simmering sense of revenge and curdled, ingrained bloodthirst had driven the others to hunting him down, anyway.

whatever reservations she'd had, she'd been the one with the rifle in her hands.

" if it wasn't for me, you wouldn't be here at all, " she half - hissed under her breath, remorse evident in the bitten - back tremble of it. " so just tell them the truth, coach. "

[behindslaughter]

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somewhere in the distance ollie has the sudden feeling she needs a drink

. . . damn, it could go for a drink too.