FINAL // GIRL

AND BABY, HELL DON'T SCARE ME - I'VE BEEN TIMES BEFORE

a heavily horror based multi-muse ft. muses from film, literature, television & more chaos moderated by kg

developing thematic studies of bite the hand that feeds you, surviving & survival thereafter, where the wild things are, found family, religious symbolism in horror, trial and error, paranormal versus psychological, ghosts & where to find them, and beloved killjoys

Jackie frowned and furrowed her brows, looking over at Shauna. She was... surprised by the admission. Yeah, of course Jackie couldn't really know about her best friend if she didn't tell her things. But, then again, maybe Jackie had created the sort of situation where Shauna felt she couldn't tell her things. In fact, when was the last time she actually asked her friend what she wanted instead of telling her what she should aspire to?

"I mean, I get it. Fucking someone else's boyfriend behind their back isn't exactly something worth celebrating," she said, her harsh expression softening. Jackie's voice was small and rough, as if her words themselves were fighting past frozen lips. "I bet Scatorccio's disappointed I live to die another day. Guess I can thank Lottie for that one... it... was Lottie, right?"

The memory was hazy, pierced by frozen cold and half-asleep delirium. Jackie pictured the warmth, the cabin interior, and then the feeling of floating... when her senses came back she was on the cabin floor with Misty touching her in ways she could not feel. She was undressed and put into the basin, and now here they were. Her fight with Shauna was mere hours ago, fresh as the driven snow that almost snuffed her lights out.

Sitting here with Shauna, Jackie could almost imagine them back in the locker room showering after a big game. All steam and suds and shit talking the other team's midfielders. She lifted a hand to look at yellowed fingertips -- it was better than the blue they were before, but still, she couldn't feel anything. Jackie lowered her hand under the surface again, listening to the gentle slap of water on the sides of the metal tub. Then she looked back at Shauna and almost managed a playful look of disgust.

"Gross, Shipman. At this rate, we'll be competing for leper of the year if we get through this," she said, rolling her eyes. Is this what their familiar friendship had faded into? Still, Jackie's expression fell again at the mention of the pregnancy. It was something she couldn't protect Shauna from -- her friend had made her choices. Lottie dragged Jackie in from the cold, but there was nothing any of them could do to help the girl and her baby at this point. Just hope for the best -- Misty surely knew something about delivering a baby, right?

"People have celebrated worse," she added, even now a part of her wanting to be THERE for Jackie even when she felt her decision only broke the girls apart now. "Natalie will survive another day too. It's not like her and Travis were going to skip HAPPILY into the woods together. Everything's like... Pretty much doomed out here," she sighed, nodding her head. "Yeah, it was Lottie."

That truth rang in her ears now, a reminder of just how AWFUL she had been, almost putting Jackie's life in danger. And at what cost? To finally be honest? Honesty wasn't meant to cause this sort of physical damage, it wasn't supposed to be as AWFUL as actual battle scars. That harsh realization hung over her head now, her teeth dug in deeper into her cheek.

"At least we've got someone to compete with on full zombie status," a small laugh fell from her lips, her head shook from side to side. They were quite the pair, weren't they? "I feel like I get MORE and MORE disgusting by the day. Like... Full on monster mode," Shauna let out a nervous laugh, her eyes closed for a moment as she let that set in. The reality of her situation was haunting, a nonstop PRAYER, no matter how religious she wasn't, that someone would find them soon.

𝐚 𝐦𝐮𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐤.

a collection of asks for the muns behind the muses of the rpc.

what does your URL mean, and why did you choose it?

what is your blog or graphic aesthetic or motif? why?

what fandom do you primarily favour?

what genre do you primarily favour?

what are your top five fandoms to RP within?

what are you top five universes to RP within?

what universe have you never even considered writing in, and why?

if you are an independent blog, have you every roleplayed in a closed group?

if you are in a closed group, have you ever roleplayed on an independent blog?

what year did you join the tumblr roleplaying community?

what other platforms have you used to roleplay?

what was the first fandom that you roleplayed witin?

have you written original characters?

have you been a roleplay admin? if you have, did you enjoy it? if you no longer do, why did you stop?

what is your favourite part about using this platform to roleplay on?

how have your faceclaim choices changed over time?

who was the first faceclaim that was 'ruined' for you in the rpc? why was that?

how did you come across the roleplay community?

who was the first faceclaim you remember using, who for (canon or original)?

what age range do you most enjoy playing?

what gender identity do you most enjoy playing?

what have you learned by proxy of roleplaying and rp researching?

what skills have you gained by roleplaying?

what faceclaim did you start off disliking, that you ended up enjoying or even playing? how did that come about? (non problematic, a personal preference)

what faceclaim did you start of loving, and now loathe? (non problematic, a personal preference)

what faceclaim do you wish you could play, and why haven't you used them/yet?

fingers tap, rhythmic and noisily against the wall of the ship. "we're trying to take done some asshole because ANOTHER ASSHOLE said they're worth 10 million woolongs. is it for the greater good? no! it's for the money."