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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
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‘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!~
↳ Lauren

✕ I'm bad behavior ✕

open starter!!

he’d been wandering for what felt like days. in reality, it had probably only been a few hours. but the wound in his leg still seeped warm, sticky blood, and he was almost certain he had a broken rib.

the hunting party had originally been four men strong. none of them were stupid, and they’d all faced their fair share of danger. how they’d end up separated and cornered, murphy had no idea.

he saw the other first, having approached from behind. relief blossomed in his chest at the familiar sight. he went to call out, but as he took another step his leg collapsed underneath him. a strangled cry of pain was all murphy could manage.

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as the other whirled around, he gasped, don’t shoot! its just me


Open Starter

one day you’ll stop being surprised that I’m saving your ass. again, might I add

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