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𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐎𝐓 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐊 is a 21+ supernatural & gothic horror skeleton rp based on tumblr. inspired by buffy the vampire slayer, yellowjackets & it, maggot creek will explore themes like grief, generational trauma, doomed friendships, small-town decay, survival after the worst has already happened, the unbearable weight of love & memory, the dangerous pull of resurrection, and what we owe to each other & the world. what happens when you outlive your own myth? can you ever really escape destiny, or does it only bide its time, waiting for you to come back home?

EXPLORE THE TOWN ― navigation.

ADMIN IS CURRENTLY ― lurking.

ROLEPLAY STATUS ― our next acceptance is tbd.

yep, they are ! i wouldn't say it's a perfect parallel because i try my best not to copy characters directly, but i think you'll definitely see a lot of similarities in their demeanors! they're up now, if you want to check them out! hope you like them!

❝ you don’t want to hear the story of my life, and anyway i don’t want to tell it, i want to listen to the enormous waterfalls of the sun. and anyway it’s the same old story — a few people just trying, one way or another, to survive. mostly, i want to be kind. ❞

I. INTRODUCTION.

name ― utp.

age ― utp.

species ― ghost.

gender & pronouns ― utp.

face claim ― utp.

status ― open.

II. DIGGING DEEPER.

you were never quite in step with the world around you, and you'd made your peace with that long ago. you moved through things gently, sensitively, paying attention to what other people walked past. old buildings. dying plants. lonely people. the neglected and the overlooked, anything that seemed like it needed someone to notice it. magnolia creek was full of things like that, and you paid attention to all of it. you heard the town breathing underneath itself sometimes, felt when something was wrong before it was wrong. people found you a bit strange. you didn't mind. you'd always found the world more interesting from a slight remove, like watching it all through rose-colored glass. you loved it though, that was the thing, you loved being alive. all of it, even the strange parts, even the parts that didn't quite fit.

it happened in the day of halloween, hours before the field, before any of it. you'd gone down to the creek for a swim, drawn by something you couldn't name. the hunger was already awake by then, pressing up through the soil, thinning the line between what was above and what was below. you felt it before you understood it, felt the water pulling differently than water should, moving against itself, claiming you for whatever lay underneath. they found you downstream at dusk, flowers caught in your clothes from the bank upstream. poor little ophelia, drowned at dusk. you were the first thing the hunger took that night, hours before the field came apart. you just didn't know that's what you were. but perhaps the most painful thing was that it took a week for anyone to notice you were gone. that was the thing. you saw other people, but no one ever saw you back.

waking up was the wrong word for it. you didn't wake up so much as become aware, gradually, that you were still there — still in magnolia creek, still moving through the familiar streets, still noticing things. it took longer than you'd like to admit to understand why nobody was noticing you back. strangely, you weren't frightened. you'd always been comfortable with things other people found unsettling. death, it turned out, was just another thing to make your peace with. you wandered the town for a while, relearning it from the outside. the creek. the houses. the field, still scarred from halloween. you noticed the things that the living walked past, the way you always had, except now you were one of the things that they walked past too. you did make your peace with it, eventually. mostly. you told yourself the serenity you felt was real. some days you almost believed it.

six years is a long time to be dead, long enough for the hunger to leave its mark on you. the memories are beginning to go, the edges blurring the way your watercolors used to when you'd left them in the washington rain. you remember feelings more than facts now. a face you loved without the name that went with it. the sound of laughter you can no longer place. what it was like to be in your favorite place without remembering how to get there. you've stopped trying to hold on to the ones that are slipping. it seemed like the kind of struggle that would cost more than it was worth. what remains is enough, you tell yourself. what remains is still you, mostly. you're less certain of that than you used to be.

and then, suddenly, there were people in magnolia creek who could finally see you. friends, real ones, for the first time in what feels like forever. that was something you hadn't let yourself want too much because the wanting only made the loneliness louder. and you are lonely. that's the truth underneath the calm, the thing you haven't made peace with. six years of watching the town move around you, of noticing things nobody noticed back, of loving a world you can no longer quite touch. you're not ready to go. you've never been ready to go. you loved being alive too much — the small, ordinary things, the way light moves through leaves, the smell of rain on pavement, the sound of people laughing somewhere nearby. you tell yourself you're staying because the hunger needs to be stopped before it can take anyone else. that's true. but you're also staying because you're not done yet. you're not sure you'll ever be done. you're just hoping, quietly, that no one asks you to be.

oh, thanks for reminding me ! that completely slipped my brain somehow. i'll get those up after i post this skeleton for the hollow. ( almost done now! ) but you're welcome to use the general questions if you'd prefer. feel free to mix and match!

hi, anon ! sure thing, i'll get on that and hopefully have it done for you by tomorrow!

of course ! just let me know if you need anything else! ❤️

hi, anon ! so slayer abilities are typically inherited, save from some supernatural outliers. sometimes it skips a generation, so not every slayer knows they carry the gene before their awakening, but some come from families who have carried the mark multiple times. those families may start training early if they know there's a chance their child might grow up to be chosen. it's their way of preparing their child for what's ahead and ( hopefully ) increasing their chances of survival against the hunger. not every family does this — i think it depends on how committed they are to the mark — but some families definitely do. training might involve mastering a weapon, studying supernatural creatures, researching past cycles, and things of that nature. hope that makes sense and let me know if you need any more clarification on anything!

hi, anon ! so sorry for the wait! i've been feeling a bit exhausted from irl stuff this week, and it's slowed me down a bit. i'm really hoping to get up the next skeleton before i go to bed tonight, but if i knock out before that, then tomorrow afternoon for sure. then our last skeleton should be up by tomorrow night! i'm going to lock in after getting home from work tomorrow. thank you so much for your patience! here are some character parallels for the remaining skeletons if it'll help give you a sense of the vibes in the meantime — the hollow is inspired by noah czerny ( the raven cycle ) and nell crain ( the haunting of hill house ), and the splinter is inspired by san ( princess mononoke ) and malia tate ( teen wolf ). hope that helps a bit!

never say never, but right now, i'm pretty happy with our current number of skeletons ! but if we manage to fill up again after our next acceptance, i might approach some people i wasn't able to accept and ask if they'd like an oc slot! i've actually been working with someone who applied twice about an oc, so i'm not closed off to the idea if we can make it work! if that's something you might be interested in, feel free to let me know in your application. i can't make any promises, but i'd hate to turn away a great applicant. ❤️

hi, anon ! of course, i'd be happy to provide some suggestions, and i can't wait to see your application! ( or … applications, if we should be so lucky? )  for the crow, i'd love to see quintessa swindell, lizeth selene, kedar williams stirling, jonathan daviss, ncuti gatwa, daniel ezra, matthew broome, lucien laviscount, damson idris, devin craig, justice smith, algee smith, luka sabbat, angel bismal curiel, odiseas georgiadis, keith powers, john boyega, david jonsson, kofi siriboe, archie madekwe, jaden michael, greta oniegou, true whittaker, samantha logan, yandeh sallah, lovie simone, paulina singer, chase infiniti, sisi stringer, whitney peak, kiersey clemons, taylor russell, aurora perrineau, sofia bryant, coco jones, daniella perkins, ryan destiny, ayo edebiri, aisha dee, ashley moore, diamond white, kiki layne, rachel hilson, clara moneke, erin kellyman, kiana madeira, khadijha red thunder, jaylen barron, and sydney peak.  and for the altar, how about jessie mei li, jack haven, alejandro speitzer, aaron pierre, damson idris, archie renaux, avan jogia, mena massoud, luke pasqualino, freddy carter, thomas doherty, dev patel, jordi webber, woo dohwan, apo nattawin, nicholas alexander chavez, chay suede, david jonsson, assad zaman, enzo vogrincic, tamino, josh heuston, costa d'angelo, callum turner, josha stradowski, jacob anderson, kiowa gordon, matthew broome, zhou keyu, adeline rudolph, anya chalotra, taylor russell, go minsi, moon gayoung, deva cassel, aubri ibrag, kim hyung seo, jung hoyeon, chase sui wonders, courtney eaton, han sohee, bruna marquezine, anna sawai, jessica alexander, ella purnell, olivia cooke, laura harrier, sophie thatcher, namtan tipnaree, naomi scott, margaret qualley, myha'la, sophie wilde, alice pagani, havana rose liu, or pat chayanit? ( please note that some of the face claims i suggested are a bit on the older side, so we might have to make some adjustments to romantic connections if you choose them. ) hope that helps and please let me know if you need anything else from me!

hi, anon ! i'm so happy to hear that you're interested in the grave! keeping in mind that they are set as a poc and also cousins with the veil ( brittany o'grady ), here are some face claims i can see working: jacob anderson, matthew broome, damson idris, avan jogia, josh heuston, tyriq withers, archie renaux, tamino, jay lycurgo, aramis knight, alejandro speitzer, kiowa gordon, lucien laviscount, stephan james, nicholas alexander chavez, jonathan daviss, evan mock, emilio sakraya, david jonsson, aaron pierre, clinton liberty, jordan connor, derek luh, and richard harmon. i hope that helps! by the way, i'm sorry for my late response! you caught me just as i was headed off to bed last night, but please just let me know if you need anything else!

❝ truly, i try to be good, but sometimes, a person just has to break out and act like the wild and springy thing one used to be. it's impossible not to remember wild and want it back. ❞

I. INTRODUCTION.

name ― utp.

age ― utp.

species ― banshee.

gender & pronouns ― utp.

face claim ― utp (must be black).

status ― open.

II. DIGGING DEEPER.

you were never going to be the chosen one. your family had been waiting for a slayer for generations, and you were not it. what you were was the one who took every dare without hesitation, who pushed every joke past the point of comfort, who made people laugh and then immediately made them worried. the class clown. the slacker who couldn't seem to take anything seriously, no matter how hard your family pushed. it wasn't because you didn't care — you did, somewhere underneath, you cared so much — but because moving fast enough meant you didn't have to think about what was waiting at home. the expectations. the preparation. the calling that felt like a weight on your back. it was easier to be the one everyone was watching for the wrong reasons than the one everyone expected to shoulder the world. easier to pretend that you were never going to grow up than think about what was waiting for you once you did. they trained you anyway, tried to prepare you for the life they thought you'd inherit. you could tell they were disappointed in you. what they never understood, and what you never told them, was that the jokes were the point. if you could make someone laugh, they had to look at you. if you were funny enough, loud enough, reckless enough, someone might stay a little longer. you did a lot of things for a lot of people just to keep them looking. it never quite worked the way you wanted. you kept trying anyway.

and then the calling found your cousin instead, and you felt something you hadn't expected: relief. pure, unadulterated relief. you weren't going to have to carry it. you weren't going to have to be what your family had been building toward. you could keep moving, keep joking, keep being the one nobody was counting on for anything important. for about three weeks, life felt lighter than it ever had. then you wailed for the first time. you didn't know what it was. you didn't have a name for it, didn't have anything except the sound coming out of you and your family's wide, stricken faces. you felt every single one of them like something tearing open in your chest, a door you hadn't known existed swinging wide. your family stood there and watched it happen, and nobody said anything for a very long time. somehow, some way, despite all the nights you wished not to be the one, you'd inherited something worse. a banshee, a harbinger of death. figures.

halloween, 1990 was when you truly understood what you were. six people died that night and you felt every single one of them, one after another, arriving before you had time to brace. you didn't know their names then. you learned them later. you didn't make a single joke for two weeks after that. that was how your family knew it was bad. they'd seen you crack wise at a funeral, had watched you deflect every serious conversation with a punchline. two weeks of silence was the most frightened they'd ever been of you. you didn't know how to explain that you'd felt six people leave the world in one night and the humor just — wasn't there anymore. it came back eventually. it always comes back. but it came back different, quieter underneath, with something behind it that hadn't been there before.

you grew up, a little. you're still you, still the one most likely to make a joke at the worst possible moment, still the one who takes a dare before thinking it through. but halloween changed something in you. it's harder to be reckless when you can feel the weight of what recklessness costs, harder to pretend nothing matters when you've spent a night feeling six people learn that everything does. your banshee abilities only grew stronger after halloween. the visions kept coming, the wail arriving without warning, the deaths landing in you before they landed in the world. you got better at managing it. you learned that the humor helps, not because it makes any of it smaller, but because it makes it bearable enough to keep going.

and now the signs are back. you've known since the wail that marked the sixth slayer's return from the void, arriving in the middle of a shift at work and scaring the hell out of three customers and one very confused coworker. for once predicting life instead of death. the group has assembled, and you're with them, which is not where you expected to be, but here you are anyway, carrying something nobody asked you to carry, making jokes that land a little differently than they used to. you know things the others don't. you can feel the gate, track the hunger's movements, hear what's coming before it arrives. it's not nothing. you've decided to stop pretending it is. you've spent years feeling death before it arrives, and if there's one thing that's taught you, it's that you might as well laugh. death's coming for everyone eventually. you'd rather meet it with a wild grin than a hopeless prayer.

thank you so much, anon ! i'm so happy to hear you're interested in applying! i'm waiting until some applications come in before deciding on an acceptance date, so it's a little up in the air right now! i would like to keep the submit open for at least a week though, so i think you should have enough time to write something up without rushing too much! we also take reservations if you end up needing a bit of extra time to finish up. hope that helps and let me know if there's anything else i can do for you!