LOOK ME IN THE EYE.

look me in the eye.

[sc4torccio]

SC4TORCCIO. an indie, semi selective interpretation of natalie scatorccio from showtime / paramount +'s yellowjackets, as written by steph. ( she / her, 30+ ). blog established march 2025. medium activity. mutuals only. mostly canon compliant and open to canon divergence.

as per the source material, this blog contains content that can be considered disturbing and triggering. dead dove, do not eat.

heavily affiliated with... @proph5t , @eatbitch , @p1mer

exploring themes such as : loss of girlhood, the weary savior, eyeliner as war paint, heavy is the head that wears the crown, survivors guilt, & curing poison with poison.

carrd. playlist. other blogs: @ltnsingh , @danviers, @s4nsfrontieres

[sc4torccio]

out. hoping to be back here properly soon! ( in the meantime I'm doing a binge watch of the OC and thinking about how if I'd watched this a decade ago, I would absolutely have made a marissa blog )

[sc4torccio]

out. I did something. @s4nsfrontieres

[lottienats]

It's okay, it's okay! She's my friend. Is that what we are?

[kumikinanginamo-deactivated2025]

The intimacy of “i can handle you”

[sc4torccio]

headcanon generator, natalie edition. ( mark if the headcanon is true or not ! )

natalie has chronic nightmares. true... when she's not using some substance to black everything out. natalie has a knife under their bed. true. just a penknife though... natalie sleeps in until noon. post - rescue? true. if she sleeps, she either wakes up after an hour or two or crashes late into the afternoon. there usually is no in between. before the crash and in the wilderness, nat is obligated to be an early riser. natalie steals other peoples clothes. true. in the wilderness it doesn't matter, but once home she'll keep t - shirts and pickpocket things like nail polish. natalie had an emo phase. false. nat leans more into post-punk and grunge and doesn't accept the term emo. natalie desperately needs a hug but doesn't know it and refuses to ask for one. TRUE. natalie has been to prison. true. nat is no stranger to a county jail cell. natalie could easily survive the hunger games. true! even though she wouldn't want to. natalie is bisexual. true! if someone they knew commited a crime, natalie would cover for them. true, and she has.

tagged by: stolen from @getslashed tagging: @gravelena / @proph5t, @sorevivals, @quistley, @taiate

[sc4torccio]

@proph5t asked: “ i miss you. i know i’m not supposed to, but. i just had to see you. ”

" oh yeah? is that why you've been tailing me? " a thin stripe of cigarette smoke ribboned out from the thready breath nat let loose: an exhalation less intended to steady anything in her too - sober blood than buy her a second to think.

it was hardly a surprise, the lurking, bedraggledly ethereal visage of a displaced lottie outside her motel room door. despite every month of silence that'd passed, every day since the first and last letter she'd sent care - of the psych facility upstate, nat had known, deep down, that any moment of reconnection had been looming somewhere in the middle distance like storm clouds; a sort of homecoming that no sudden abscondment or rehab stint could have stopped.

she'd felt lottie coming, the way she still bristled a little before the first scattering of new snow. anticipated it, like a rumble of hunger.

every retort sitting on the flat of natalie's tongue went unsaid; swallowed down, cold as the windchill blustering in. " you know you could have called, right? "

[fadeintoyou1993]

lottienat + hands yellowjackets | 2.04

[oxypill]

love won't save u from ur own self ur gonna die in that haunted house

[sc4torccio]

@h4untng asked: ☜  +  nat getting an answer on the satellite phone

up above the vast carpet of snow - matted tree line, the frigid wind bristled like needle points against natalie's exposed brow. the heft of the satellite phone's outer valise dragged at her shoulder and slipped in her gloved hands, jostling against her side as she climbed, one treacherous step at a time. somewhere in the latter half of her sojourn, up into the barren crags and steep, winding crevasses that'd lost their top - layer of powdered snow to the breeze, the air seemed to start to thin, the blaze of pale late - morning sun, un - shielded from view, scarcely enough to keep the oncoming barrage of cold at bay. nat's bones ached to the marrow with every stride, every clamber and one - handed grapple for balance — but not even the dizzying height to which she'd ascended swayed her single minded drive.

nothing could: not while the others had their eyes turned to the hunt. not when the time they'd granted her, to slip away unnoticed, was so precious.

the scarred, barely visible nick shauna's hunting knife had left at the base of nat's throat last winter twinged, as she walked, as though with sense - memory. she tried not to consider the implications of her teammates' last - ditch plan, and what they'd sacrificed to see her free: what was happening back there. who'd chosen which archaic weapon. who'd had the ultimate misfortune of drawing the queen.

if the queen or her prophetess had noticed she'd gone missing at all.

when she finally crested the uppermost peak of the mountaintop, where the saw - edged rise of it dropped into a near - vertical sheer cliff face, nat landed on her knees, and threw down her priceless cargo. cracked the casing of the equipment open, without hesitation, to watch with staggered, laboured breath while the weak signal blinked and sputtered to life, progressing heart - stoppingly slowly from useless red to less - than - hopeless amber. the breath that rushed out of her then was one of thin expectation: an appeal to the near - cloudless sky, or whatever else existed beyond it, for a fucking miracle. " come on. "

despite the numbing cold that'd taken hold of her extremities, the icy sweat wicking at the back of her neck and dampening her hair across her face, natalie snatched up the receiver in shivering hands, careful not to tangle up the coils of its loose - wiring. within seconds, the winking array wavered into the green — just barely. " fuck it. "

in an instant, nat's impatience was met with the rustle of static, of noise. her fingers flinched around the receiver, grimy with upturned soil and the makeshift kohl she'd smeared across her face, the rust - dark blood encrusted under her nails. the wind stung, welling up a sheen of tears behind her lashes: a steady flood that seemed to cool the moment she made to blink them away, haloing a vibrant corona of sunlight in her distorted periphery.

" please, help... help us, " she started, experimentally, like there was something to be self - conscious about; like she'd forgotten what it felt like to speak to a stranger. like she'd forgotten how to reach out beyond just the most sympathetic of her teammates, or travis. but nat needed her voice now — needed, more than anything, to be heard through the chatter of carrion birds swooping high overhead, through the howling gale blustering across the mountaintops to her unexposed and lonely perch.

the sacrifice her co - conspirators had made had to mean something.

" please, god, uh— " she stammered, and trembled, her iron grip constricting around the phone. she'd never believed in a higher power: not the mainstream god laura lee had sworn herself to, nor the hungry, vicious so - called deity of the wilderness that lottie had so willingly spilled innocent blood for. but if anything was listening, this had to be enough. it had to be. " send fucking help. we're out here! we need some fucking help— ! "

nat's voice cracked and wavered, the shivering break of it echoing across the blinding expanse of white. a plea.

" are you there? can you hear me?! " she tried again, begged, fingertips spasming with the cold, with the effort, with every agonising second that passed by in condemning, heart - sinking silence. " someone please, help. please. please, just fucking send help, please. "

nat's flickering, short - lived flame of blinding anguish flared and petered out in a blindsiding instant: a brief, clear window in a deluge of white noise. under the roar of the morning wind, a voice finally crackled through, the fuzziness of it giving every impression that it'd come from a million miles away. a staccato, flat ' hello? ', almost swallowed in the struggling, ragged heave of natalie's breathing. stumbling over herself, knee sinking into the uneven and compacted snow, she half - teetered forward, readjusting her grip like the handset nestled in the vice of her palms might give up, like it might burst into flames.

someone had heard her, she recognised, the very concept enough to turn her stomach with anticipation, with competing dread that it might be for the last time. to her astonishment, the connection blinked and stayed, the little green strip of light divoted into the transponder's steel shadowed from the blazing sun by nat's palm barely hanging on. she knew the feeling.

" hello? can you hear me? " she yelled out, and rose to stand, helpless to do anything but let herself scream into the whited - out void. " can anyone hear me?! "

the disembodied voice returned, a constant tone cutting through the metallic drone. nat only just made it out — but it was there, as concrete as the jackhammer of her pulse in her throat. as brazenly real, ringing out in her ear, as the taste of salt in her mouth. ' I can hear you. '

[fairysmooches]

𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐈𝐄  (𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑)   -   a  collection  of  movie  sentence  starters.   adjust  phrasing, pronouns,  etc.  as  necessary.   may  contain  spoilers!

i love you guys.

this makes me emotional and i’m expressing it.

yay, space!

i got us both ice creams.

hey [name], check me out.

how much of that did you see?

hold my ice cream.

why are you getting emotional?

let’s go.

hold my hand.

stay with me, [name].

shredding waves is much more dangerous than people realize.

you’re very brave.

you should heal up in no time.

can i come to your house tonight?

i don’t have anything big planned.

you should stop by.

so cool.

this is a real rager.

this night is just perfect.

you look so beautiful, [name].

this is the best day ever.

do you guys ever think about dying?

i don’t know why i just said that.

i’m just dying to dance.

you can go now.

i thought i might stay over tonight.

i’m actually not sure.

i don’t want you here.

[name] is just a really good friend.

right as always.

i love you too.

i’m definitely not thinking about death anymore.

i just fell.

stop it, [name].

what’s cookin’, good lookin’?

i’ve never seen that before.

can you, you know, fix them?

is that a problem?

what is that?

you’re a bummer.

i don’t want to.

best if you not think about it too much.

how do i get back?

don’t overthink it.

i believe in you.

are you scared?

i bet you’re scared.

i just don’t want to leave.

i’m trying to find reasons not to leave.

please stay.

i’m going to miss you guys so much.

what bird am i thinking of?

i’ll be back in no time.

what are you doing here?

i’m coming with you.

you’re just going to slow me down.

let’s do this.

i just need to clear my mind so i can think.

i hate when people think. i get so bored.

the faster i figure it out, the faster we get to go home.

what am i supposed to do?

go for a walk or something.

by myself? really?

don’t go far.

you’re so beautiful.

this is bad. this is really bad.

this is serious.

i feel amazing.

just don’t get in trouble.

what are you doing?

everyone really likes me and thinks i’m pretty.

i’m supposed to help you and make you happy.

i haven’t thought about you in years.

get back in the car.

are you kidding me?

thanks for the ride.

you’re safe here.

what is this place?

you look different.

get in. get in now.

how did this even happen?

i’ve been a little lonely lately.

i got sad and weird.

can you blame me for wanting to have a little fun?

the real world is forever and irrevocably messed up.

i love women.

it’s complicated.

hate is a strong word.

i’m wide awake.

where did you learn to drive like this?

you look so pretty.

don’t look at me.

what have you done?

what are you wearing?

don’t call me baby.

you failed me.

you can’t do this.

literally and figuratively watch me.

how’s it feel? it is not fun, is it?

i never wanted anything to change.

that’s life.

that’s terrifying.

i don’t want that.

please just leave me.

so, you’re just going to give up?

i almost felt bad for you.

this is the lowest i’ve ever been. emotionally and physically.

i’m [name]’s buddy.

all his clothes fit me.

yeah, well, i was wrong.

you have to try.

even if you can’t make it perfect, you can make it better.

i’m weird and i’m dark and i’m crazy.

we’re going back.

i’ll never get out of here.

i don’t deserve this.

i’m just so tired.

here, let me show you.

what if he doesn’t like me anymore?

i’m ready to be your long term distance low commitment casual girlfriend, if you’ll still have me.

could you just hold on for one second?

i don’t know. i’m gonna have to think about that.

it’s okay if you’re crying.

i think i owe you an apology.

i’m really sorry i took you for granted.

i just don’t know who i am without you.

i look so stupid.

this isn’t the answer.

you have to figure out who you are without me.

maybe all the things that you thought made you you aren’t really you.

oh, that’s nice.

i’m not in love with [name].

what do you want?

i’m not really sure where i belong anymore.

i’m not really sure what i’m supposed to do now.

i don’t think i’m really good at anything else.

you don’t need my permission.

i can’t control you.

take my hands. now, close your eyes.

[fairycosmos]

is anyone else haunted LOL. is anyone else feeling the haunt

[sc4torccio]

@quistley asked: maybe that works in the minor leagues, but not with me.

" what, you don't believe this place could actually be a good thing? " nat's counterargument felt flat the moment she let it slide across the sun - speckled communal kitchen; like something that hadn't quite come from her, and yet felt conversely more honest — more vulnerable — than anything she'd felt in years. anything she'd let herself feel.

for the first time since she'd been bundled into the back of one of lottie's mini vans, it was almost like she'd started to see the appeal of this place. the tranquility. the absence of the dingy motel room and the gun she'd come so close to putting in her mouth; the lack of access to stolen vodka and persisting darkness, and bender - induced dreams that only ever seemed to bring her back to travis. the brutal reality, too, of being plucked from the circling drain of her own demise.

not that misty fucking quigley would understand.

" what'd you tell that guy you brought here, anyway? " she affixed: a distraction, a deflection from misty's interrogation. " warren, or whatever. "

[krakenkarel]

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@fakeddeath asked: " that's quite a scratch you've got there. "

the rearmost room of the cabin, bereft of everything but a glimmer of candlelight and a cooling bath, offered a precious sliver of solitude — a moment of scarce quiet in which natalie, unraveled makeshift bandage half - wound around her hand, all but seemed to tune out the muffled chatter coming in through the latched door; the thin, hunger - laced conversation.

the quest for something normal when starvation and exposure had so viciously threatened it.

in a jarring instant, the quietude shattered, the sudden incursion of a clear voice plucking nat out of her laser - focus before she'd even noticed the shifting firelight and moving, scattershot shadow — or the perennially hat - bearing silhouette catching the dirt speckled window pane over her shoulder.

drawing her long pants back up and over the wound in question, like she'd been caught red - handed, nat simply shook her head. to call the serrated, half - dressed laceration she'd hastened to cover up a scratch was an understatement. the jagged edge of it pulled when she moved, raw and still stinging with the snow she'd packed around it when no one had been around to bear witness. burned, even when she didn't. still, it didn't hurt any worse than losing an entire limb. it ached no worse than she was sure travis did, day in, day out.

" yeah... it was a stupid accident, " she lied. she didn't elaborate; couldn't, when it was tangible proof of the falsehood she'd spun for travis. " it's fine. seriously. "

[marisswaggerton]

”fatherless behavior” actually he was there and that’s quite literally the whole problem

[wistfulwatcher]

Everyone's eager to meet you.