jackalfruits

𓇼 ⠀ ᯓ ⠀ 𝓁a ⠀ bella ⠀ vita.

[jackalfruits]

jackalfruits – ꩜ an independent, low-to-medium activity, and semi-selective roleplay blog featuring a selection of original muses. twenty+ only. carved with love by ila.

guidelines. muses. pinterest. opens.

[hvtemenvw]

continued from here @jackalfruits

jivika paused, tilting her head to the side as she tried to work out why the strange woman looked vaguely familiar. was she a former customer? had she attended jivika's cousin's wedding? maybe she was a local politician ; she walked like an important person. after a second of racking her brain jivika was still unable to place her. "sure, i guess i can give you five minutes." she replied with a shrug. her answer lacked her usual enthusiasm but it was still polite. she wasn't going to kick someone out in their hour of need. "are you hiding from someone?" she asked, briefly glancing towards the door.

[jackalfruits]

relief settles in vidhi's stomach when she realizes this girl doesn't recognize her. “thanks," she breathes out, stepping out of view from the outside. “yeah, i am, actually. the paparazzi have been on my ass all day. can't even pick up my allergy medication without them shoving cameras in my face." vidhi's struck with something like self-consciousness, a feeling she thought she'd killed a long time ago, along with guilt and fear. she probably sounds a little ridiculous talking about paparazzi in front of a girl who clearly wouldn't be able to tell her apart from any distant cousin at a family reunion, but it's too late to backtrack now. “anyway, once they're far enough down the street, i'll be out of your hair.”

[willowswriting]

for @jackalfruits continued from here

          "I should be sitting on a beach in Maui right now." Genesis spoke, disappointment clear in her tone. If there was one thing that Genesis wasn't fond of it was snow, unless she was at some ski resort up in the Alps. Genesis had learned a lot of things in her travels. One thing being that what people ordered at the bar, especially on someone else's dime, said a whole lot about them. This women had ordered a screwdriver, something light and sweet. She couldn't help but wonder if this stranger frequented brunches with friends on the weekends. "What about you?" She questioned "Leaving someone high and dry during this holiday of passion?" She questioned with a raise of her brow.

[jackalfruits]

a genuine laugh escapes ayuni's lips, and she shakes her head slightly in amusement. “yeah, i get it. i'd be pissed, too.” she takes a swig of her drink, savoring the bite of cheap vodka on her tongue. conversations with strangers in crowded bars are nothing new to her, and neither is debating if she should answer their questions honestly or fudge just for the hell of it. on the one hand, she'll probably sound a bit pathetic if she admits to spending the most romantic holiday of the year with her mother (for the third year in the row, though it's not like anyone's counting). but on the other… it's not often ayuni gets a chance to open up without any stakes. “yeah, but not in the way you'd think," she confesses. “i, uh, usually go home to my mom's for valentine's. sounds lame, i know, but she's alone, so…”

[jackalfruits]

so sorry to those who are waiting on replies, i have two papers due this week and they are kind of kicking my ass >.< i will be able to get back to everyone by thursday at the latest!

[psychecreations]

ALEXA BARAJAS as MARI IBARRA Yellowjackets 3.04: 12 Angry Girls and 1 Drunk Travis

[dailywoc]

SOPHIE WILDE 📹 14th AACTA Awards (05 February 2025)

[jackalfruits]

cooking up a new muse as we speak. i'm about to bring loser butch representation to your screen in 4k!

[hvtemenvw]

open to: famous muses of any gender plot: 10th bullet point of this post-basically n.ottinghill if h.ugh g.rant was replaced by a bubbly and impulsive pizza delivery woman

jivika twirled the keys to ramon's pizzeria around her fingers. she loved locking up. it was an essential task but the instructions were repetitive enough for her to remember every step. all of her teachers (who thought she was too careless to do anything important) had been proven wrong. she wasn't saving the world but by being the one staff member who always volunteered to lock up she was saving a pizza place. she was just about to lock the front door when a frantic person shoved it open. she jumped back to narrowly avoid getting barged into. "sorry we're closed. you're gonna have to leave. " she commanded , placing her hands on her hips.

[jackalfruits]

vidhi nudges the door shut behind her with her heel, tempted to flat-out ignore this girl, at least until the paparazzi are far enough out of sight. she doesn't owe a total stranger an explanation for dodging public humiliation, especially one who should be able to recognize her and get the deal anyway. still, a nagging voice in the back of her head reminds her how pissed she'd be if some rando interrupted her evening routine, and it's not like she can look any more desperate than she already does. with a sound that's more groan than sigh, vidhi removes her sunglasses and locks eyes with the woman in front of her. “five minutes, okay? just until those clowns turn the corner.”

[dirbenaffleck]

SASHA CALLE as DESI MOLINA THE RIP ‧ 2026

[egotistival]

sloane adjusted the blazer she wore to fit more precisely down the lean form of her body. she'd left the office an hour earlier and had been at the school promptly when the kids were let out for the day, a nervous sort of anticipation settling in her stomach. she'd been called the day prior about runa's behavior in class and now she was on her way to speak to her daughters teacher. despite runa being the one in trouble here, for biting (again) of all things, she felt like the one about to be chastised and in trouble for her parenting. it was hard not to feel like a failure in times like these; she knew that there would be minor setbacks in her time as a single mother but she hadn't realized how hard she'd take it when they happened. runa was her life - her child, a piece of her soul as well as her body and she was so loved... so loved. and despite sloane's affectionate inability, despite the coldness to those around her, the one person who could always get a smile or a hug was runa. swallowing, she turned the corner and entered runa's classroom as if armed for battle; shoulder back, chin high, a stubborn sort of glint in her eye. she didn't intend on fighting - hopefully. she really liked this school, and runa enjoyed her teacher. but it was natural for sloane to enter this mode when she didn't quite know what she was walking into.

the two were chatting when sloane arrived. her daughter had her hands tucked underneath her tiny body, swinging her legs back and forth beneath her chair. softening only slightly at the sight, her heels made a soft clicking noise on the floor as she moved closer. runa's tiny head, curls falling around her face delicately, turned then and locked eyes on her mother. she was a precocious child, far too smart for her own good, and she took one look at her mother and a gleeful grin spread across her lips in response. there was a mischievous twinkle in them that was echoed in pictures from sloane's past - a vague memory laid out in flesh in her daughters demeanor. a soft smile spread across sloane's face as she scrunched her nose up at that look. "runa," she greeted, the child not moving from her place on the chair but blinking up at her mother with keen, intelligent eyes. sloane's hand outstretched to touch runa's hair, pausing once to allow her daughter time to reject the touch. when she didn't, when it was obvious that runa was not overstimulated from the big day she'd had, her fingers entwined with the soft strands there; runa all but melted into the touch. she'd liked having her hair played with ever since she was a baby - it soothed her delicate nerves, and it made sloane feel close to her.

sloane's attention turned towards the teacher behind the desk and her eyes turned just a bit steely. "runa," her eyes skirted across gorgeous features, before they once again dropped to her child. "do you want to tell me what you've done?" runa stayed carefully silent, still kicking her feet, with that same gleeful grin on her face that spoke of chaos in her blood. runa was naturally quiet - the kind of kid who observed first before she ever introduced herself. it was a quality that they'd shared. she was observing now - every move her mother made, every subtle sigh she let out not in frustration but begrudging amusement at the situation, if not blatant exasperation. looking to the teacher for guidance, she offered a wry smile. "i suppose you won't have any trouble telling me what she's done." @jackalfruits

[jackalfruits]

sofía, professional that she is, was taken aback by the directness of runa's mother. her last few parent-teacher conferences had begun with vehement denial that their child had done anything wrong, and one had even ended in the threat of a sternly-worded email to her boss (who would most likely take her side, but the remark irritated her anyways). her gaze flickered briefly over dark eyes and glossy hair, sleek features settled into an inscrutable expression, before she cleared her throat to respond.

“ms. adebayo. i appreciate you coming to discuss this in person.” sofía gestured for the woman to sit in the chair beside her daughter as she continued, “as i'm sure you remember from our previous conversations, runa has been having some difficulty conducting herself appropriately with her classmates.” she hesitated, turning her attention to the curly-haired child perched across from her. she wanted to go about this delicately – in most aspects, runa was a genuine pleasure to have in class. she was whip-smart and surprisingly well-focused for her age, not to mention arguably one of the funniest kids sofía taught, as quiet as she was. this incident was less of a true example of her personality and more of an… unfortunate quirk.

“i'm not sure if i was entirely clear over the phone, but on the whole, runa is a good student,” sofía assured, making eye contact with both the girl and her mother in turn as she did so. “she just has some trouble verbally communicating her frustration with the other kids. today, another student asked to borrow the marker runa was using before she was done with it, and when he attempted to grab it, your daughter… bit his hand. i did have a talk with him about taking supplies from his peers without permission, but regardless, i can't allow runa to respond this way. so i called you in because i thought it may be productive for the three of us could brainstorm some strategies for runa to express herself in moments like these.”

[jackalfruits]

𔓘 SPECIAL DELIVERY !

… a closed starter for @egotistival.

when the door creaks open, vidhi raises a manicured hand, signaling for her hairstylist to pause so she can see who's entered the room. she swivels her chair around, green juice in hand and lips pursed around a straw. finishing her sip, vidhi leans back and fixes harper with a cool stare, though not an outright unfriendly one. “harper, yeah? i guess olympians don't knock.”

[willowswriting]

Muse⇥ Genesis Jones Connection ⇥ Strangers Plot ⇥ based off of this prompt but I added a little valentines day twist Open To ⇥ f/m/nb

          An airport was the last place that Genesis had intended on spending her holiday but with an impending storm heading their way all flights were postponed until tomorrow so what else was she going to other than spend her time drinking away her sorrows in the airport bar?" She was about three vodka sodas deep, which might have given her the courage, when she flagged the bartender down nodding at someone a few seats down the bar "Another one of these and one of whatever they are having."

[jackalfruits]

ayuni manages a smile at the gesture, accepting the screwdriver that the bartender slides her way. she probably shouldn't be having another, but she's in an uncharacteristically foul mood since her flight got cancelled. the airline couldn't rebook her until the next night, which makes tomorrow the second holiday in a row she has to spend alone. ayuni knows her mother won't care too much, and would probably take the opportunity to remind her that valentine's day is for couples, anyway, but she'll deal with that phone call later. “storm throw a wrench in your plans, too?” she asks, shooting a sidelong glance at the woman who'd ordered the drink.

[mycrymes]

open to / anyone, no taboo please. muse / ziggy watson, bisexual, mid twenties. plot / ITS THE END OF THE WORLD. loosely based on the last of us / twd, a zombie apocalypse has occured. ziggy has run away from his post as a QZ guard when it was raided by hunters. he meets y/m when he's scrounging for supplies.

" i swear to you. i'm not infected — just hungry. " his hands hover in the air in peace. fingers itching for the pistol at his side, but he does not want to use it.

[jackalfruits]

cassidy narrows her eyes, gives the stranger a quick once over. no visible wounds, blood seeping through his clothes, bulging veins… he seems honest enough. she lowers her knife slowly without sheathing it, her eyes darting quickly from his raised hands to the pistol at his hip. “you can look around, but we– i cleared the place out days ago," she replies, a little hesitant. as much as cassidy's itching to get this man out of her space, the space she spent hours making safe and secure for the kids, she's no monster. she nudges the knapsack laying on the ground with the toe of her boot. “trade you a can of beans for some bullets, though.”

[jackalfruits]

hihi, i've decided i'm ready to get this show on the road! like this post if i can go through your open starters <3 and feel free to leave a comment if you have a muse preference (either mine or yours)!