final girl.

[atrocitatis]

" CONSUME YOUR GODS ⸻ DEVOUR THEM. "

independent oc roleplay blog for ( JACKS * ) ⸻ a fandomless oc inspired by ti west's X trilogy . this blog explores themes of … death, grief, violence, religious guilt, domestic violence and abuse, violent crimes &. other similar topics. caution is advised. a work by 𝐦agister ( 21+, it/they ) ; blog is 18+ for darker topics & adult themes. masterlist.

[atrocitatis]

continued from here . @mercifangs .

ㅤfrankly, she doesn't care much that clemency is displeased — she can fround all she wants, jacks couldn't sincerely care any less. the cigarette is adjusted between her lips as she takes a long inhale. something to maybe, hopefully, keep her patience in check. ㅤ" as if i give a shit. " she shrugs, some of the smoke leaving her lips with the words. " he looks atcha like a piece o'meat. he should have been long gone by my standards. " ㅤthose are always the ones that last the least, often gone on the very first night should they have arrived in the early morning, which often is the case. jacks can't stand this kind of man, it makes her skin feel itchy. sometimes she wishes being alergic to men was a real, medical thing... but she doesn't voice that thought. ㅤ" ya better hurry, then. my patience runs thin, and it was never known to be a lot, either. "

[atrocitatis]

just got told jacks lowkey looks like the mom from b*jack h*rseman.

[mythshire]

˚₊‧⁺˙  𝐀𝐋𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒 ˙⁺‧₊˚ ··· a collection of right person wrong time, parallel lives, missed connections, sliding doors & almosts roleplay sentence starters. genre: longing, bittersweet, what-ifs, tender heartbreak.

• I keep thinking about what would've happened if I'd stayed. • You're here. You're actually here, and I don't know what to do with that. • I saw you across the room and my heart did that thing it used to do. • We're both different people now, aren't we? • I think about you more than I should. More than is probably healthy. • What if I told you I've never stopped wondering about us? • I heard you're doing well. I'm glad. I mean that. • Do you ever think about what we could have been? • I'm in town for the weekend. Coffee? Or is that a terrible idea? • Five years later and you still take my breath away. • I kept your number. Never had the courage to use it until now. • You look exactly the same. That's not fair. • I have a whole life now, but there's still this you-shaped space in it. • We were so close to something real, weren't we? • I thought I was over this. Over you. I was wrong. • Tell me you feel it too. This... whatever this is between us. • I'm engaged now. I thought you should hear it from me. • Why does this feel like a second chance we don't deserve? • I wanted to reach out so many times. I just never knew what to say. • You were always the one that got away. • I see glimpses of the person I used to be when I'm around you. • We had terrible timing, didn't we? • I'm not sure if running into you is fate or just cruel. • I dreamed about you last night. We were happy. • You have a life here. I have a life somewhere else. That's just how it is. • I should've fought harder for us back then. • Do you think there's a universe where we got it right? • I almost called you a thousand times. • You deserved better than the version of me you got. • I can't tell if seeing you again is closure or just reopening the wound. • We were kids. We didn't know what we had. • I followed your career. I'm so proud of you. • It's funny how some people never really leave you, even when they're gone. • I wish I could say this doesn't hurt. • We would've destroyed each other back then. You know that, right? • I loved you. Past tense. I need you to know that. • There's someone else now, isn't there? • I can see your whole life written on your face, and I'm not in it. • We're standing in the same place where it all started falling apart. • I think I needed to lose you to become who I am now. • Maybe in another life, we get our timing right. • I hate that I still know how you take your coffee. • You were my almost. My what-if. My biggest regret. • We're strangers now with a history no one else would understand. • I spent so long trying to find you in other people. • This feels like a goodbye we never got to say properly. • I hope you're happy. God, I hope you're so happy. • We were right for each other at the wrong time, and that's the tragedy of it. • I need you to tell me you don't feel this anymore so I can let go. • We're both here, right now, and I don't know if that means something or nothing.

[mythshire]

⚔·˚ ༘ ⋆ 𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐒 & 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐒 ⋆ ༘˚·⚔··· a collection of deadly bargains, court games, freedom & chains roleplay sentence starters. genre: fantasy, enemies to lovers, power struggles.

• You fight like someone who has nothing left to lose. • I didn't free you from that place so you could throw your life away. • The king wants you dead. I'm supposed to be the one to do it. • You're not a prisoner anymore, so why do you still act like one? • I've killed for less than what you just said to me. • You think these pretty clothes make me forget what I am? • I saw you training at dawn. Who taught you to move like that? • The competition starts tomorrow. Try not to die in the first trial. • You're one of the king's assassins. I'm supposed to fear you, not— • I know what you did to earn your freedom. Was it worth it? • You can't save everyone in this castle. Stop trying. • I found blood on your balcony. Whose was it? • The Prince wants to see you. And no, you can't say no. • You've got three kills to my one. Should I be impressed or concerned? • I didn't expect the world's most feared assassin to like books. • You're hiding something. I can always tell when you're lying. • The king's guards are asking questions. What did you do? • I heard you screaming last night. Nightmares again? • You bow to no one, do you? That's going to get you killed. • I'm not your enemy. Though I understand why you'd think otherwise. • You could run. Right now. I'd let you. • You're good with a blade, but you fight angry. That's a weakness. • The princess trusts you. I'm not sure that's wise. • I saw the scars. How long were you there? • You're different than the others. I can't figure out if that's dangerous. • The king's champion shouldn't be afraid of anything. So why do you flinch when he enters the room? • The court thinks you're just a pretty ornament. They have no idea. • I found the letters you've been hiding. Who are you writing to? • You saved my life in that trial. I won't forget it. • The rebellion needs someone like you. Someone ruthless. • You're the first person I've met who isn't afraid of what I can do. • You've been free for months now. When are you going to start acting like it? • I know the king's secret. And now so do you. • You could have anyone in this kingdom. Why do you keep choosing solitude? • The foreign dignitaries are here. Try not to kill any of them. • You're playing a dangerous game with the court. Do you even have a plan? • The captain of the guard is in love with you. You know that, right? • I didn't survive this long by trusting people. But I'm trying to trust you. • You fight like you're still in chains. You're not anymore. • The magical wards around the castle are failing. Something's coming. • You told me you were done killing. So whose body is that?

[miratenebrarum]

A little chuckle. Guess she ran into that, huh.

"I guess we can call that nerd stuff, yes.", she laughs, leaning forward. Relaxed, in a way. They're just chatting, right now. It's less about a nurse forced to be a psychologist trying to pull something out of her unwilling patient, and more about two women getting to know eachother.

Surprisingly pleasant. Even if her own interest weren't met with enthusiasm, Anya appreciates the effort to not laugh at her face.

"Were you attending to all that all by yourself? ...if you don't mind me asking, of course.", she's quick to add, worrying that the tense amicability would crash and burn any second, now.

[atrocitatis]

ㅤit is nerd stuff, to an extent. it's the stuff she remembers the social outcasts liking back at school, but again she doesn't say anything about that part. time has changed her, and even if she's not entirely nice... it's a begining. guess that traumatic experiences really do leave a lasting impact, huh ? ㅤher expression relaxes once the sound of laughter reaches her ears, prompting her to relax as well. jacks' shoulders sag slightly, no longer as tense... and it seems that the prior conversation has been enough for the question not to sour on her. ㅤ" you could say that. " she begins, drumming her fingers on the table yet again. " i ain't got anyone to help m' out whenever im on the farm... i gotta make do, ya know ? " ㅤshe pauses, eyes anya up and down... and nods her head in her direction. ㅤ" you look like a city girl to me. have ya ever been to a farm ? "

[40layered]

40layered. indie, selective, canon— divergent caitlin from pokémon black & white. written by 𝒗ain ( 21+, it/ she ), blog is 18+ for adult themes. RULES. MUSE.

[riotd]

i’m very self aware. which unfortunately hasn’t solved anything

[debutafin]

ㅤ a room was cheaper if nepheline was to share it. she counted the coins & crinkled dollars from her pocket... "i have some jewelry i can trade in, you promise i can still stay if i run over ta get some more cash?" they said that was fine, so off nepheline went.

ㅤ it was already dark out thanks to the storm threatening to pour, the very reason nepheline sought a roof. there was one store blocks away that never looked too closely at what nepheline brought in & paid without question. it was still open⸻ barely supper time. she hands over a watch, a necklace, a handful of pearls from a broken necklace. only a few accepted for a few twenties. nepheline returns in time to pay her tab.

ㅤ she's back in time to be dry. her trip to the room is fearless. what has she to worry about, of all people? the identifies the numbers on the door, twists the key. inside, company had already claimed a side of the bed.

ㅤ ears perk up. "hello," her nose twitches to take in a new smell⸻ the room's must⸻ then, the stranger. her eyes immediately find her hair, the woman's shoulders, the slender of her arms... "you're so pretty, miss. it's nice to meetcha." nepheline closes the door behind her, dollars folded inconspicuous in her palm, she looks to the window, "it's lookin' real nasty outside. i hate rain."

[atrocitatis]

ㅤthe door opens, and her eyes scan whoever it was to come in. huh ? green eyes adjust when they find nothing, lowering until a... unfamiliar, to say the least, figure waltzes in the room almost like she owned the place. it's not every day jacks sees someone this uncaring of sharing space with someone they don't know, especially so when they even get chatty doing it. ㅤdoes this... person ? bunny ? bunperson ? not have any fear that something might happen to her ? or that someone might take advantage of how nice she seems to be... jacks sighs yet again, closing her eyes. ㅤ" hey, nice to meetcha. " suppose she can't skip the pleasantries when she was greeted first. " last i checked it ain't supposed to rain inside, so you're good. "

ㅤarms fold behind her head, and eyes only open to stare at the slightly discoloured ceiling. ㅤ" place looks dingy and cheap, which it is, but it doesn't look like it will rain t'me. "

[atrocitatis]

✧ sender is stuck sharing a bed with receiver when the motel overbooks.

( chantasia, nepheline, grimm, or gravy— your choice! ^_^ )

ㅤ... now, this isn't anything that she would have expected to happen. she rarely goes out, that's a given, especially to places where it might get crowded by any reason... but alas, here she is. and now, she's expected to be in between four walls with a stranger. ㅤjust great. ㅤjacks sighs for what feels like the millionth time as she's putting her things away, waiting for this new figure to come in at any moment. not only does she have to share a bed with someone, she doesn't even know what they look like yet. ㅤ... hopefully it's not some weirdo.

[absolmemes]

☾ tension action prompts.

hostility, provocation, you name it. featuring both actions and scenarios where tension can fester; add +reverse to reverse the roles.

✧ sender grips receiver's wrist long enough to make a point. ✧ sender laughs in receiver's face. ✧ sender grabs receiver by the collar. ✧ sender refuses to break eye contact with receiver. ✧ sender "accidentally" bumps into receiver and doesn't apologize. ✧ sender grips receiver's jaw. ✧ sender pulls receiver back by the waistband. ✧ sender shoves receiver into a surface. ✧ sender clenches their fists at receiver. ✧ sender tilts their head condescendingly at receiver. ✧ sender straightens to their full height in front of receiver. ✧ sender follows receiver outside after a blow-up. ✧ sender gets in receiver's face and won't back off. ✧ sender cracks their knuckles while holding eye contact with receiver. ✧ sender lowers their voice when receiver raises theirs. ✧ sender blatantly sizes receiver up. ✧ sender stares silently at receiver. ✧ sender presses on receiver's bruises. ✧ sender shoulder-checks receiver hard enough to knock them off balance. ✧ sender bumps receiver's cue while lining up a shot at a pool table. ✧ sender knocks receiver's phone out of their hand. ✧ sender kicks receiver under the table. ✧ sender wipes something off receiver's face. ✧ sender corners receiver and refuses to give them space. ✧ sender drags receiver into a bathroom to talk privately. ✧ sender pins receiver while roughhousing. ✧ sender deliberately spills their drink onto receiver. ✧ sender begrudgingly tends to receiver's injury. ✧ sender challenges receiver to a drinking game. ✧ sender steps closer every time receiver tries to disengage. ✧ sender is stuck sharing a bed with receiver when the motel overbooks. ✧ sender has to work overnight watch duty with receiver. ✧ sender challenges receiver's story and makes them prove it. ✧ sender competes with receiver at a shooting range. ✧ sender argues with receiver while trying to put up a tent. ✧ sender is trapped with receiver in a stopped elevator. ✧ sender challenges receiver to arm-wrestle. ✧ sender and receiver are snowed in overnight together. ✧ sender is stuck with receiver on a stalled ferris wheel. ✧ sender tries to one-up receiver at carnival games.

[cryptinspo]

– 𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗢𝗠 𝗧𝗛𝗥𝗘𝗘 𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗗 𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗣𝗧𝗦 !

"Don’t look back."

"I missed you."

"It’s too late."

"Please don’t go."

"You promised me."

"Who did this?"

"I forgive you."

"We were gods."

"Leave me alone."

"They found us."

"Trust me, please."

"I need help."

"Run. Don’t stop."

"It wasn’t me."

"I remember everything."

"Burn it all."

"Tell me why."

"You never called."

"It’s just rain."

"You owe me."

"She’s not breathing."

"Is that blood?"

"You were right."

"It ends now."

"We start over."

"Stay with me."

"Nothing feels real."

"I hate this."

"Do it now."

"They're watching us."

"Make it stop."

"It's not yours."

"I was waiting."

"He’s behind you."

"They’re all gone."

"Time is up."

"Bring them back."

"It’s our turn."

"This is wrong."

"Don’t let go."

"We are cursed."

"No one knows."

"You're not real."

"Don’t say it."

"I saw everything."

"Nothing ever changes."

"Call it off."

"What are you?"

"I found it."

"Let me in."

[atrocitatis]

The unsent project.

Type your muse's name in “The Unsent Project.com” & pick a quote that fits them. REPOST, DON'T REBLOG

" i can tell you love me by the way you stare, so why do you always leave ? "

tagging: @debutafin ; @coiledqueen ; @seabasins ; you ! :]

[miratenebrarum]

A shrug. "I am so far. And--

I'd say... while I did made mistakes in the past, I like to think of myself as someone who can read characters pretty well."

She made a lot of mistakes. She trusted the wrong people, put her life in the hands of those who couldn't protect her.

But despite everything, she still wanted to believe that, most of the time, mistakes don't determinate someone's whole personality. That one's worst moments don't make them monsters. Some people are. Some people don't deserve her kindness. But this time, another time, for the umpteenth time, she's going to hope she's in the right.

"...let's see... I'm more of an indoor kind of person, actually. I like playing board games, watch movies...

Never really been to a barn. I imagine it's a lot of hard work, eh?"

Ahah! We're talking! We're having a conversation! Somber thoughts aside, that's progress!!

[atrocitatis]

ㅤthis nurse surely must be out of her mind, she can't be sure about... jacks drums her fingers on the tabletop, itching for a cigarette to distract her from the hope that sits at the bottom of her heart. why does she care, anyway ? brows furrow with a deep sigh from her nose. ㅤ" nobody's perfect, that's for sure. " she shrugs. " everyone's got somethin' rotten that they've gotten up to. it ain't rocket science. " ㅤwhile mistakes don't define you, some of them bring upon problems that just might define your whole existence, one way or another. jacks has learned that the hard way, and she doesn't think that most people should learn consequence in a way that it absolutely shatters their wishes to live. ㅤ" ya like nerd stuff, then ? " it might have sounded mean, were she any younger. but jacks doesn't mean it like that, it is merely the category she associates these things with. " that's mighty nice. " ㅤan effort to sound interested, to sound... friendly. friendly-ish. friendly... enough ? hopefully it carries through her words. ㅤ" yeah, it's a ton o'work. it's somethin' you do from sunday to sundown without any holidays in between... turns out cows don't care if it's a holiday or not. "

[debutafin]

ㅤ rotten work would be a good way to put it. fruitless work. the grime itself seeped into the glass, a mischievous effort from lack of control. soapy water, rubbed & scrubbed from the rag, runs down the window without much color... aphid's able to smear a few spots away but the problem laughs at her with each squeak.

ㅤ it might please jacks that aphid keeps busy. cicadas drone beyond the field, in the woods just outside the stretch of land. her hand lulls to listen. jacks' words are deep compared to their song⸻ her hand flinches. aphid looks up at her shape through the screen. "i was cleaning the window..."

ㅤ her words trail off. aphid carries the rag inside. there's not enough water to drip onto the floor as she walks inside, cloth drapes around the faucet as aphid washes her hands. she looks behind her shoulder, "i hope it's enough." she turns off the tap, drying her hands with the dry part of the towel, however small, however damp. aphid can make more. she can always make more. the thought of seeming too eager leaves her chest tight. should her presence be too known, would aphid make herself unwelcome in jacks' home?

ㅤ regardless, aphid pulls the plate with the smaller serving toward to herself⸻ the larger left to suggestion. &, as aphid has been, she waits for jacks to take the first bite.

[atrocitatis]

ㅤit is rotten work, useless work that would be better employed doing something other than scrubbing a window likely older than the two of them combined. it's not that jacks hasn't tried washing it before, she has, when she was trying to get rid of the blood and pieces of... person, but while the fresh grime dripped down, the old one remained. that was her first lesson — attempting to change things in this house would get her nowhere. ㅤ" i know, i saw you. " thankfully she saw her, she thinks and yet doesn't say. " but really, just let it be. it ain't goin' anywhere. " ㅤthe chair scrapes against the floor as she pulls it back with a noise so loud it's almost offensive amidst the quiet of the kitchen, not disturbed by aphid's steps or even her voice. aphid never makes herself known unless jacks asks her to, she's come to notice. always making very little noise should she be a bother. always stepping on the noisiest corner of the third stair if it has been a while since jacks has seen her. ㅤ... it's like she's adapting to jacks' own worries. ㅤgreen eyes scan the table, find a full sandwich and just half on separate plates. huh ? ㅤ" you ain't gonna eat ? " she asks, uncerimoniously taking a bite of the food before her. a little on the soggy side, sure, but she likes it like that. " well, that ain't much is what i mean. farm work isn't a joke, wouldn't want'cha to fall over or somethin'. "

ㅤsee ? she cares. she wants her well even if she knows that aphid won't do anything to prevent what comes her way, be it good or bad. ㅤbut that's fine, she supposes. it's fine because she's here to decide for her. to make good choices for her. jacks can decide for both of them, and that will be good for them.

[atrocitatis]

[debutafin]

ㅤ a giggle under her breath, "i'll put a sauce on your sandwich." the suggestion tickles her⸻ flutters freedom behind her ribcage. a sauce. that's what jacks prefers. aphid would eat dry bread if it was put on a plate in front of her but she's happy to dress it for jacks. aphid turns on her heel, imagining slices of bread from glazed to sopping & wondering where jacks' falls.

ㅤ aphid brings the eggs inside, brushing dirt & hay off a few eggs before they point down into the basket. she places them in a bowl. jacks just wanted a sandwich, not eggs. she gathers the bread, the tomatoes, the lettuce, oil, basil, cheese. she takes a few bottles of herbs from the cabinet & looks around the kitchen. it's always had a strange smell. the wood looks aged, the windows could be cleaned... there's hand towels with patterns that would better suit someone thrice jacks' age.

ㅤ she's a stranger to her own home. two strangers with a roof over their head; that's what mattered. aphid toasts two slices of bread, drizzles olive oil generously over top, cuts basil into thin strips, sprinkles it & rosemary over top. she layers the cheese, lettuce, tomatoes, & more lettuce to prevent the tomatoes from sogging up the bread. she cuts the sandwich into triangles & leaves it on the plate.

ㅤ she takes one of the floral towels, wets it, squirts soap & rubs it into the fabric before working on the window... no matter how much she scrubs ( & aphid is really trying ), the grime remains. aphid frowns. she'll have to try to clean it from the outside. she might be able to clean it before jacks' comes back, so she leaves out the back. at least jacks can see her hand from the kitchen.

[atrocitatis]

ㅤfor her part she nods, mostly unsure as to why aphid would be giggling. she didn't say anything funny, not as far as she can tell, but maybe this is just how aphid tends to be. wouldn't be the first time that she giggled whenever jacks told her to do this or that, so the safest thing to assume is that she just... likes it. ㅤ... likes doing what jacks wants ? or just likes having stuff to do ? she shakes her head, refuses to entertain the thought any longer. ㅤshe allows aphid to go, and that's that. she has other chores to do before it's time to eat... she trusts the other enough to believe that she won't just be running off — that she will be good and be in the place that jacks expects her to, when she expects her to. aphid wouldn't run... would she ? ㅤthe first steps into the kitchen almost confirm that thought, ring alarm bells in her head when she finds nothing but the plated sandwich with no sign of the one that made it... but the vague sound of squeaking sounds of the rag rubbing against the glass prompts her attention to turn. ㅤ" ... what'cha doin' in there ? " ㅤshe hopes her voice hasn't cracked. she gulps. ㅤ" s' rotten work... leave that be. come eat. "