* CHAOS / PORCELAIN .

MUSES // RULES

[checkmatcd]

you  may  think  you’re  winning  this  heartbreak,  but  you’re  not  gonna  win  it  ‘cause  CHECKMATE.

multimuse  ft.  muses  from  a  variety  of  fandoms.  revamped  jan  2020.  template.

[chaoticporcelain]

i know i moved blogs, see the list of those blogs here

but uh can y’all vote on this poll for me

lowkey tags @loadcd​ bc i know u know at least one of these ocs

[sisterpadilla]

GEORGINA’S BLOG ROUNDUP.

[chaoticporcelain]

sisterpadilla:

SISTERPADILLA  //  13  reasons  why  oc,  tony’s  sister.  high  activity.

VRONICAMARS  //  veronica  mars.  medium - high  activity.

PROMSURVIVED  //  sue  snell.  medium - high  activity.  sideblog  to  sisterpadilla.

SISTERJOCK  //  13  reasons  why  oc,  ryan’s  sister.  medium  activity.

CODAKILLED  //  beth  greene.  low - medium  activity. 

[chaoticporcelain]

Me? Highly considering abandoning my multi? It's more likely than you think

[chaoticporcelain]

sisterpadilla:

i  made  my  scream  oc  again

[chaoticporcelain]

guess  whos  gonna  make  a  solo  blog  for  her  old  scream  oc

[chaoticporcelain]

i  havent  been  here  bc  ive  been  on  my  13rw  oc  eve,  muse  for  anyone  other  than  her  has  been  low

[chaoticporcelain]

↳  @paladoctor  //  starter  call

“ i  wasn’t  saving  you,  i  was  saving  me.  saving  you  was  just  a  by - product. ”

[chaoticporcelain]

STARTER  CALL.  length  will  vary.  there’s  a  high - ish  chance  it’ll  be  from  sarah  or  dr  abrams  bc  i  watched  day  5  literally  the  entire  night

[chaoticporcelain]

I  just  thought  about  veronica  mars  for  .2  seconds  and  now  I  wanna  pick  up  58  veronica  mars  muses

[sisterpadilla]

EVERYBODY  HAS  A  STORY,  but  not  everyone  has  the  voice  or  the  courage  to  tell  it.

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[chaoticporcelain]

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[rpstartersinc]

this post includes dialogue spoilers for  DEADPOOL 2.  you’ve been warned.

           feel free to change pronouns / wording !

❝ what a dick ! ❞

❝ i took a catnap on twelve hundred gallons of high test fuel. ❞

❝ i’m gonna touch them all over. ❞

❝ i don’t speak cantonese. ❞

❝ i don’t bargain, pumpkin fucker. ❞

❝ do not go in there ! ❞

❝ oh god ! time out, time out ! ❞

❝ too exotic ? ❞

❝ i got blood right in my open eye ! ❞

❝ i’m so glad i left the kiddos at home. ❞

❝ that babysitter of yours is high as fuck right now. ❞

❝ every good family film starts with a vicious murder, bambi, the lion king, saw seven. ❞

❝ listen, confidence isn’t something you have it’s something you create. ❞

❝ start the fucking car ! ❞

❝ i shit my pants. ❞

❝ i want to belong to something. ❞

❝ i want to become a contract killer. ❞

❝ i can’t wait to never speak of this. ❞

❝ oh, well that’s - that’s just the most beautiful thing i’ve ever - i don’t know what this is. ❞

❝ can you hear me ? ❞

❝ kids, they give a chance to be better than we are, better than we used to be. ❞

❝ you are a lot smarter than i look. ❞

❝ thank god i didn’t have t’ use the cream cheese speader. ❞

❝ go home, you’ve been here for three days. ❞

❝ you know what FINE stands for ? fucked up, insecure, needy and emotional. ❞

❝ don’t you know how t’ knock ? ❞

❝ i thought you saw me with your ears. ❞

❝ can’t really live ‘til we’ve died a little. ❞ 

❝ what in the fuck knuckles is this ? ❞

❝ should’ve brought my rape whistle. ❞

❝ first off, i’m not even a virgin. ❞

❝ you always make it hard. ❞

❝ like beyoncé says, please, please stop cheating on me. ❞

❝ come quietly, or there will be trouble. ❞

❝ put your hands behind your knees and get down on your head, now ! ❞

❝ rules are meant to be broken. ❞ 

❝ those guys hurt you ? ❞

❝ i fight for what’s right. ❞

❝ you’re so dark ! are you sure you’re not from the dc universe ? ❞

❝ we need a secret code. ❞

❝ am i gettin’ catfished here or ? ❞

❝ isn’t that a little derivative ? ❞

❝ you’ve been chosen by a higher power. ❞

❝ never underestimate a man with a moustache. ❞

❝ he’s going in through the back ! oh god, he’s inside ! ❞

❝ i’d ask who you are but you’ll be dead in a second. ❞

❝ ooh. somebody knows … karate. ❞

❝ something is so terribly, terribly wrong. ❞

❝ i should’ve worn my white pants. ❞ 

❝ i’m gonna rip you in half now. ❞

❝ you’re not the revenge type. ❞

❝ wha’d’ you want me t’ say, huh ? ❞

❝ what’s ________ got that i don’t have ? ❞

❝ all i told him was everything he wanted to know. ❞

❝ is this apartment listed on tinder ? grindr ? ❞

❝ well, that’s just lazy writing. ❞ 

❝ you remind me of my wife. ❞

❝ so what’s it gonna be, handsome ? ❞

❝ and that, is why you never eat a raw starfish. it’s just common sense. ❞

❝ i will bathe in the blood of your enemies. ❞

❝ boom ! spoiler alert. ❞

❝ i’m a grower, not a shower. ❞

❝ you should never meet your heroes because honestly, he’s a bit of a dick. ❞

❝ i don’t deserve your friendship, or your help. ❞

❝ damn it feels good t’ be a gangster ! ❞

❝ it’s not a great analogy. ❞

❝ i told you i care about you. ❞

❝ i don’t wanna die without an audience. ❞

❝ is there a knife in my dick ? ❞

❝ what the fuck is dubstep ? ❞

[chaoticporcelain]

I  HAVE  ONE  (  1  )  DRAFT  REMAINING  and  like  28  million  memes  but  i’m  lazy  and  bored  so  im  done  for  a  while

[chaoticporcelain]

↳ selfsaving - ryan

               HE  SCOFFS  A  LAUGH ,  CAN’T  HELP  BUT  AGREE.  jack’s  pretty  much  a  ROCK  the  rest  of  them  can  count  on  ——  first  one  who’d  made  an  effort  to  fix  up  their  shelter  to  something  actually  zombie - proof ,  sort  out  supplies  …   pretty  much  everything  useful  that  keeps  them  alive.     “   you’re  right ,  you’re  right.  thank  fuck  for  jack.   ”     (   though ,  of  course ,  he’d  never  say  it  in  EARSHOT  of  the  other   ).

                                        THE  PROTEIN  BAR  IS  FINISHED  OFF  with  a  slight  grimace  and  the  rest  of  his  water  follows  it  down.  and  ryan  feels  a  lot  BETTER  for  it.  looks  off  into  the  distance  for  the  horizon ,  tries  to  convince  himself  that’s  the  beginning  of  a  little  sun  making  appearances  over  there.  sort  of  ABSENTMINDED  as  he  talks  to  michael.     “   alright.  make  sure  you  look  after  yourself  a  little  ——  you’re  no  good  if  you’re  bleeding  all  over  the  place.  we’ve  got  plenty  of  bandages  inside  if  you  need  ‘em.  i’m  probably  gonna  spend  tomorrow  working  on  med  supplies  anyway.   ”     it’s  funny  how  DOMESTIC  their  conversations  can  sound  sometimes   //   a  sort  of  trap  that  makes  them  feel  as  if  this  life  isn’t  a  matter  of  SURVIVAL.

                         THERE’S  A  HOWLING  SOMEWHERE  IN  THE  DISTANCE  and  ryan  turns  back  to  see  dark  figures  looming  at  the  top  of  the  hill.  muscles  TENSE  in  his  arms ,  ready  for  the  next  wave.     “   here  they  come.  you  better  get  up  on  the  roof  again.   ”     gun  raises ,  following  the  head  of  the  first  one  running  towards  them.  doesn’t  fire  until  he’s  called  across  to  warn  the  others.     “   MORE  COMING   !   ”    

              PEOPLE  ALWAYS  TELL  HIM  TO  LOOK  AFTER  HIMSELF,  BUT  HE  NEVER  DOES.  it's  not  on  purpose,  not  really,  he  just  never  gets  around  to  it.  he  protects  people,  he  fights  the  undead  and  he  looks  out  for  his  group.  half  of  the  time  his  life  is  too  action - packed  for  him  to  remember  things  like  drinking  yucca  or  eating  a  protein  bar.  the  only  calm  they  ever  get  is  the  few  moments  after  one  storm  ends  and  the  next  one  begins.

                                        THE  MOMENT  HE  SEES  THEM  he's  racing  through  the  house  to  get  back  to  the  roof.  right  past  the  yucca,  no  acknowledgement  of  the  conversation  that  just  passed.  it's  about  survival  now,  nothing  else.     “   LET'S  GO   !   ”     shouted  from  the  rooftop,  an  attempt  to  kick  into  gear  anyone  who  hadn't  yet  began  to  fight  back.  their  house  held  up  so  far,  they  have  no  choice  but  to  hold  it  up  just  a  little  longer.  bow  is  drawn  and  fired  countless  times,  the  ground  below  them  looking  like  the  scene  of  a  massacre.  the  spikes  slow  some  of  them  down,  but  the  spikes  are  getting  so  piled  with  corpses  that  the  dead  are  starting  to  climb  right  over  them.  

                        “   I  SEE  THE  SUN   !   ”     slight  excitement  in  his  voice,  a  promise  hidden  between  the  words:  WE’RE  GONNA  MAKE  IT.  it's  only  the  beginning  of  the  sun,  only  the  slightest  bit  of  hope,  but  that's  all  it  takes.  within  the  hour  it  should  be  daylight  and  things  will  be  easier.  not  easy,  not  by  a  long  shot,  but  not  as  bad  as  it  is  now.

[chaoticporcelain]

↳ selfsaving - ryan

               FOR  ONCE ,  IT’S  ACTUALLY  A  RELIEF  TO  HEAR  GEOFF  BEGIN  TO  SCREAM.  let’s  out  a  sigh  as  worry  recedes  a  little  and  his  heart  begins  to  calm  to  something  normal.     “   YEAH ,  YEAH  …   ”     brushes  away  geoff’s  shrieks  as  he  pushes  himself  up  to  a  sitting  position ,  still  SORE  and  more  than  a  little  bruised.     “   but  you  DIDN’T.  you  should  be  thanking  me   !     i  just  saved  our  asses.   ”     GRANTED :  in  a  somewhat  unorthodox  way ,  but  still  he  can  only  imagine  the  gory  shreds  of  them  that  would  be  left  if  they’d  stayed  above.

                                        AUTOMATICALLY  ryan  shuffles  backwards ,  AWAY  from  the  perilous  drop  that  threatens  so  nearby.  gets  his  back  against  a  wall     (   not  totally  trusting  the  structural  integrity  of  the  floor  that’s  left   ).     “   just  …   come  away  from  the  edge ,  alright   ?     and  stop  SCREAMING.   ”     gaze  wanders  up  to  the  outline  of  the  window ,  wondering  if  any  foolhardy  zombies  will  be  trying  to  follow  them.  none  have  SO  FAR ,  and  he  can’t  imagine  that  half - rotted  bodies  will  survive  the  fall  in  any  better  state  than  theirs  did.  any  pursuers  more  that  likely  will  end  up  as  no  more  than  an  unpleasant  splatter  of  guts  on  landing.

     BUT  IT’S  UNLIKELY  THE  HOTEL  IS  SAFE.  even  if  they’ve  escaped  ONE  danger ,  there’ll  be  more.  other  entrances   //   hidden  threats.  especially  at  this  time  of  night.  they  need  to  get  somewhere  SAFE  somehow  before  they’re  facing  the  same  problem  all  over  again.

                         “   GEOFF.  SHUSH.   ”     tone  becomes  a  little  more  commanding   //   hoping  geoff  will  FORGIVE  his  little  stunt  sooner  rather  than  later.     “   we  gotta  find  a  room  or  something.  somewhere  we  can  HIDE  until  morning.  or  …   a  way  down.  see  if  we  can  make  a  break  for  it.   ”     looks  over  to  the  other  in  dim  light ,  hard  to  see  anything  with  no  light  source  but  a  dappled  moon.     “   you  alright   ?     are  you  hurt   ?   ”

              GEOFF  IS  A  MAN  FULL  OF  PANIC,  A  MAN  CONSTANTLY  READY  TO  SCREAM.  whether  or  not  that's  a  good  thing  is  up  for  debate,  though  in  situations  like  this  where  words  fail  him  a  scream  can  be  just  what  they  need.  after  all,  it  told  ryan  he  was  alive  and  well.  actually,  it  didn't  attest  to  the  'well'  part,  but  it  definitely  showed  he  was  alive.     “   THANKING  YOU     ?   ”     even  that  comes  out  as  almost  a  scream,  most  definitely  had  hints  of  a  yell.  geoff  is  a  loud  man,  especially  in  times  of  stress.     “   yeah,  sure,  THANKS  RYAN     !!   thanks  for  flinging  me  through  a  window  and  almost  dropping  me  down  a  deep  as  dicks  hole  that  I  can't  even  see  the  bottom  of    !!   ”     but  he  is  grateful  for  ryan  getting  them  off  that  roof.  he  isn't  gonna  say  it  because  he's  so  caught  up  in  how  close  he  was  to  certain  death  just  a  second  ago,  but  he's  thinking  it.

                                        “   AND  STOP  SCREAMING   !!   ”     geoff  mocks  in  a  high  pitched  voice  that  sounds  nothing  at  all  like  ryan.  at  least  as  he's  mocking  ryan  he's  backing  away  from  the  edge,  shuffling  across  the  ground  until  he's  right  next  to  ryan.     “   I  happen  to  scream  the  perfect  amount  for  someone  in  my  situation.   ”     not  true,  not  true  at  all.     “   and  I'm  fine.  I  think.   ”

                 “   OH,  I  KNOW  A  WAY  DOWN   !!   ”     you  can  still  hear  the  annoyance  in  his  voice  as  he  gestures  wildly  to  the  hole  in  the  floor  that  goes  down  far  enough  that  he  couldn't  see  the  floor  even  when  he  was  dangling  over  the  edge.     “   we  should  stay  inside.  if  we  hide  in  a  room  long  enough  we  might  lose  'em,  going  outside  means  we've  lost  all  the  cover  we've  got.   ”     he  feels  much  safer  with  a  door  between  himself  and  the  dead  than  he  does  running  for  his  life.     “   plus,  the  first  floor  is  probably  full  of  them.   ”     they  could've  just  walked  right  in,  and  no  doubt  that  the  sound  of  the  glass  shattering  drew  a  couple  in.  that  is,  if  the  sound  even  reached  the  ground.

                        “   WE  SHOULD  GO  DOWN  A  FEW  FLOORS.   ”     he  hardly  thought  the  stairs  would  be  in  a  safe  working  condition  if  it  came  down  to  running  down  them,  but  sneaking  and  stepping  gently  should  work  in  their  favor.     “   hide  in  a  room  with  a  balcony,  one  where  if  we  get  cornered  we  can  just  JUMP OUT A WINDOW.   ” 

[chaoticporcelain]

↳ holiestwars - jennifer

         She was buzzed. Her mother had taken a valium nap that had lasted half the week, so Jennifer felt little to no guilt about pilfering her liquor cabinet before taking refuge at the Lesnicki house. It was a pretty standard itinerary for them and had been since Jennifer was old enough to operate a telephone. At least now she knew to take pizza money from her mother’s unattended purse before heading out the door, overnight bag in tow, and climbing into Ms. Lesnicki’s Nissan. Pizza money had turned into cigarettes and now a bottle of tequila here and there. Just to keep things interesting.

         The cheerleader lay out the length of Needy’s bed, her hair sprawled out by her friend’s feet, one leg bent as she stared up at the ceiling. It wasn’t doing that pleasant thing where it slowly spiraled away from her yet, but her glass was still half full. She turned to the side, propping her chin up on one hand as she made a study of her friend. “Come on, Needy, don’t be so JV. You can have a margarita without being an alcoholic.” Calling her blended concoction a margarita was being overly generous.

        Needy isn't much of a drinker, doesn't have much of anything like that really. Call it innocence or call it a lack of interest, either way Needy Lesnicki is not one for endless drinking and parties that go on until sunrise. Of course this isn't really like that, it's just her and Jennifer in her room as is such a normal occurrence. One drink probably wouldn't hurt.

        And yet the concoction in her hand remains untouched, a stark contrast to Jennifer who drinks it with ease. “I don't think you can just call drinks margaritas, like I'm pretty sure margaritas are a specific thing.” She knows Jennifer isn't really gonna care about that, though. She also knows that Jennifer really wants her to drink this, and when has she ever said no to Jennifer? She takes a sip, small and un-menacing, and can't help her face contorting into a slight grimace. Definitely stronger than she expected. “What did you put in this?”