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#πŸ‚Ώ π–œπ–Žπ–—π–Šπ–‰ π–ˆπ–†π–—π–‰π–˜. && 𝐼𝑇'𝑆 𝐴 𝑆𝐢𝑅𝐸𝐴𝑀 {stu macher}
cardedsoul Β· 2 months
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Something About Hard Rock ?
@rockange -> Stu Macher & Adam <-
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Rock concerts weren't always so common out here, especially not after all the murders that were taking place. One of the many people gathered around happened to be Stu Macher, currently lacking his companion, Billy Loomis, as his other half was staying behind to focus on work. He had given Stu one simple little task however: scope out this event and see if a new target couldn't be found. Fellow classmates were good and all, but people with zero connection to them would be read by the press as an " opportunistic kill " and may throw any investigators off.
Everyone was pretty average if you asked for Stu's opinion, guy or girl. They all looked like people that wouldn't really make the front of a paper if they were killed by the Ghostface without some connection. Robin's egg hues rake scrutinizingly along the sea of faces gathered around, gliding past one person in particular before jerking back to refocus on the previously skipped man that was moving through the group to be towards the front. Without a second thought, the dirty-blonde starts to pursue, wanting to get a closer look at the newest headline.
He isn't expecting anything impressive, maybe a detail or feature of clothing that was different from the rest, but as he draws closer, he realizes the guy is. . . pretty. Really fucking pretty, actually. A brow raises, blue eyes scanning this newcomer up and down a few times as though determining how exactly to approach him. The man is tall with messy hair, a clear punk aesthetic determining the type of clothing he was wearing; spikes, leather, chains; the whole set-up. A real bad boy type, if Stu had to wager a guess.
❝ You look pretty new around here, ❞ His voice finally rings out over the hustle and bustle of the large crowd to address this guy from not too far behind, distance easily closed by Stu bringing himself to the taller man's side. ❝ Came all the way here for a show ? This is like the middle of nowhere. ❞ Though, most certainly, this 'middle of nowhere' town served a good purpose for the serial killer.
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cardedsoul Β· 1 month
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KISSING BOOTH ! βΈ» no longer accepting
@hcllishsins dealt their hand: Kissing booth ! ( billy & stu hehe )
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Stu was sprawled across Billy's lap, taking up a decent chunk of space on the couch given his height and build in comparison to his best friend. He stretches out with a groan, blue-hazel eyes staring up at the other man curiously. They were supposed to go out and do something today but the plans had been absolutely soiled by the most obnoxious storm ever. Annoying, really.
But ! This meant they could watch movies or something to get ideas for their next friend to play with.
It also meant that Stu could be a bit cheeky given his mother knew he was spending the night with Billy. Considering how distracted the other is right now, Stu does his best to carefully ( albeit mildly clumsily ) shift into a sitting position so he can actually properly lean himself into Billy's shoulder.
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Only to press a smooch to his cheek seconds later, quick and clever, before he was getting up as though it hadn't happened.
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cardedsoul Β· 4 months
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Tag drop 1/??? (there's gonna be a few + some extras as I go about putting in tags, starting with the ooc tag & some Stu Macher stuff)
#β™› ooc. π‘‡π»πΈπ‘Œ'𝐿𝐿 𝐾𝐸𝐸𝑃 π‘Œπ‘‚π‘ˆ π‘…π‘ˆπ‘π‘πΌπ‘'#πŸ‚Ώ π–œπ–Žπ–—π–Šπ–‰ π–ˆπ–†π–—π–‰π–˜. && 𝐼𝑇'𝑆 𝐴 𝑆𝐢𝑅𝐸𝐴𝑀 {stu macher}#πŸ‚Ώ π–œπ–Žπ–—π–Šπ–‰ π–ˆπ–†π–—π–‰π–˜. && π‘‡π»πΈπ‘Œ 𝐿𝑂𝐢𝐾𝐸𝐷 𝑀𝐸 π‘ˆπ‘ƒ 𝐴𝑁𝐷 𝑇𝑂𝑂𝐾 π‘€π‘Œ π‘†π‘‚π‘ˆπΏ {in character}#πŸ‚Ώ π–œπ–Žπ–—π–Šπ–‰ π–ˆπ–†π–—π–‰π–˜. && 𝐴𝑆𝐻𝐴𝑀𝐸𝐷 𝑂𝐹 π‘Šπ»π΄π‘‡ π‘‡π»πΈπ‘Œ 𝑀𝐴𝐷𝐸 {visage}#πŸ‚Ώ π–œπ–Žπ–—π–Šπ–‰ π–ˆπ–†π–—π–‰π–˜. && 𝐼 𝐢𝐴𝐿𝐿 𝑇𝑂 𝐻𝐼𝑀 𝐴𝑁𝐷 𝐻𝐸 π‘ŠπΌπΏπΏ 𝐢𝑂𝑀𝐸 {musings}#πŸ‚Ώ π–œπ–Žπ–—π–Šπ–‰ π–ˆπ–†π–—π–‰π–˜. && 𝐺𝑂 𝑇𝐸𝐿𝐿 π΄π‘ˆπ‘π‘‡ π‘…π»π‘‚π·π‘Œ 𝑇𝐻𝐴𝑇 πΈπ‘‰πΈπ‘…π‘Œπ΅π‘‚π·π‘Œ'𝑆 𝐷𝐸𝐴𝐷. {aesthetics}#πŸ‚Ώ π–˜π–™π–š + π–‡π–Žπ–‘π–‘π–ž. && 𝐼 π‘Šπ΄π‘π‘π΄ 𝑇𝐴𝑆𝑇𝐸 π‘Œπ‘‚π‘ˆ π΅π‘ˆπ‘‡ π‘Œπ‘‚π‘ˆπ‘… 𝐿𝐼𝑃𝑆 𝐴𝑅𝐸 π‘‰πΈπ‘π‘‚π‘€π‘‚π‘ˆπ‘†βŸ 𝑃𝑂𝐼𝑆𝑂𝑁. {quillheel}#quillheel
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