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❖ active since 19/04/2015
➣ indie john murphy
➣ all writing is my own && unaffliated with the cw
➣ selective
➣ mun is 18+
➣ multi-ship && multi-verse
➣ 13 replies owed
➣ 2 starters to write
➣ 6 Starter to reply to
➣ 4 asks to answer
‘selective’ meaning i won't always follow back.
but, I'm always up for plotting && threading!
i'm happy to be tagged in anything and
my ask is always open!~
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✕ I'm bad behavior ✕

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              Gaze shifting around the shared cell to his childhood friend. Neither of
              them had been received with any surprise when they’d been sentenced to
              sitting around in the Skybox. Destiny like this was PREDICTABLE.
              ❝ Reckon we’ll get outta this shithole? What’re the chances of being
              pardoned? ❞ Eighteen was creeping steadily closer, and Murphy’s mind
              pondered this question frequently enough for it to be verbalized.


★ //idek if i already wrote you a starter for this but oh well ★ //if i didnt then im sorry that this is like an eternity late ugh ★ v; a coffin soaring with the stars ★ v; a coffin soaring with the stars: disciipled ★ disciipled ★ //if it wasn't clear this is a skybox verse :D ★ [ ✕ ; this is the road to ruin and we're starting at the end ]