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@fragmcntdstars asked: 'if you turn that into a sex joke I swear to god — ' [ ... nica ... ]

toxicita status : accepting!!

"if i don't turn it into a sex joke than what's the point?" natalie was in good spirits that day [ ... or at least the best she could be ... ]. they were going to nationals, gladys got off her ass and made breakfast for the first time in longer than she could remember [ ...fucking years probably. when nica first moved in and was still a shiny new toy ... ] there were still dark clouds, [ ... very dark clouds ... ] she was going to try to focus on the good things for at least one day.

she put an arm around her nica's shoulders [ ... this was her half sister. she was still trying to wrap her head around that ... ] and tried to jump on her back. "you did say you were feeling dirty." if that wasn't opportunity enough for a sex joke, nat wasn't sure what was. "i know you meant you needed a shower." she didn't want to point out that she could turn that into a sex joke as well [ ... anything could be turned into one if worded right ... ]. "i'm feeling charitable so i'll let it this time." she might still cash in on it later if she didn't forget about it entirely [ ... depending on how much she had to drink at the bonfire ... ]. "come on. i don't know about you, but i really need to go smoke a joint behind the bleachers."

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[ @m1dn1ghthour ]

everything about the situation they’d found themselves in was fucking nightmare fuel. even if they did survive nat knew that she’d never forget the feeling of that plane going down [ ... the pure terror was etched into her like a second skin ... ]. she wanted to believe the hopefulness jackie was trying to sell [ ... and she almost did ... ] that voice in the back of her mind told her otherwise. it could be nerves. or the bpd mind sabotaging the strength she had to make it through this [ … as that stupid state therapist she was required to see every tuesday would say … ] whatever the fuck was attributing to it, self doubt was high right now. she wanted to keep jamie calm [ … which felt impossible …] when she couldn’t even manage that for herself. still, it was easier to avoid her own fear when she could focus her attention elsewhere. nat was just as thankful as her friend appeared to be for the alcohol or her company [ …who the hell was she kidding? it was the alcohol …] 

two toned hazel eyes widen as she suddenly sees jamie go from drinking the alcohol to whaling on the ground. at least she had the foresight to return the alcohol and not take it down with her. [ …call her callous but they needed that stuff… ]. she knew she should at least attempt to help her. comfort and reassurance has never been skill sets that natalie possessed. there were others way more equipped for that but everyone seemed to be occupied doing their own thing amongst the chaos. better to just handle it on her own [ ... or not handle it at all ... ]. finally she decided it would just be best to just let her teammate have her moment and get it all out. let her have her break down in whatever dignity she could muster. [ ... soon enough it would happen to them all ... ]. she remained on the log and just half watched jamie and half stared into space praying to a god that she certainly didn’t believe in to get them out of this mess. 

“hey.” her husky voice tried to soothe [ ... if that was even possible... ]. having very little of it in her own life it was hard to mimic the foreign act for someone else’s benefit. “don’t beat yourself up. we’ve all got people that would know what to do” [ … all of the rest of them did … ]. not nat. gladys was all she had and if they never found her the old woman probably would be a lot happier. “we just have to wait. they’ll find us.” she took a drink from the bottle. [ ... this was all too much for her and she was not nearly drunk enough ... ] she tried to remind herself that they needed to ration.

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Even the gentlest touch hurts if you're bruised enough

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「   RP MEME :   NONVERBAL PROMPTS.  mix of violent, caring, touching and non-touching prompts.  」     SEND PROMPT '+ REVERSE' for the inverse to happen. for example 'bandage + reverse' for the receiver to bandage wounds on the sender.

[ BANDAGE ] : sender bandages a wound on receiver.

[ GUIDE ] : sender puts a hand on he receiver's back to guide them somewhere.

[ WAVE ]: sender waves down receiver to get their attention.

[ SIGN ]: sender raises their hand to sign to receiver. what follows can be anything the sender desires.

[ LIFT ]: sender lifts receiver's chin to look at them.

[ LIGHT ]: sender lights receiver's cigarette/candle/etc.

[ FIND ] : sender finds receiver beaten and/or bloodied.

[ PIN ]: sender pins receiver against the wall during combat/sparring.

[ GET DOWN ]: sender tackles receiver out of the way of danger.

[ TAKE ]: sender takes a hit meant for receiver.

[ CAUGHT ]: sender finds receiver somewhere they aren't supposed to be.

[ TRAP ]: sender traps the receiver somewhere they don't want to be.

[ DARLING ]: sender touches receiver's cheek.

[ SNATCH ]: sender snatches receiver's wrist as they turn to go.

[ STAB ]: sender stabs receiver.

[ DRAG ]: sender drags receiver from point a to point b.

[ SIT ]: sender sits on receiver's lap.

[ EN GARDE ]: sender and receiver get into some kind of fight.

[ DRUNK ]: sender finds receiver drunk.

[ BLOOD ]: sender walks into receiver's room covered in blood.

[ FLOWER ]: sender offers a flower to receiver.

[ HOLD ]: sender reaches to hold receiver's hand.

[ BRUSH ]: sender brushes a strand of hair out of receiver's face.

[ NOTE: ] sender writes a note for receiver. the contents are whatever the sender decides.

[ EYES ]: sender notices receiver looking at them.

[ STOP ]: sender raises hand to signal the receiver to stop in place.

[ TAP ]: sender taps receiver on the shoulder to get their attention.

[ WAKE ]: sender gently wakes receiver from a nap or otherwise.

[ MORNING AFTER ]: sender and receiver wake up together for the first time after a night of passion.

[ BLANKET ]: sender drapes a blanket over receiver's shoulders.

[ HUDDLE ]: sender and receiver huddle together in an effort to stay warm.

[ TUG ]: sender pulls receiver away from them.

[ PUSH ]: sender pushes receiver away from them.

[ BULLET ]: sender shoots receiver in a non-lethal area.

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@hotelownerbates closed starter for leon

"i'll be honest with you. i'm not going to get myself anywhere by lying. it'll save you the time it would take to punch my info into whatever database you screen people with." nat watched the manager of the small motel look over the piece of paper [ ...that served as a very informal application... ] with understandable skepticism. "you're gonna find a bunch of shit that would make you give me one of those fake smiles and the 'i'll call you' bullshit, and frankly i'm damn tired of that." natalie scatorccio told the truth [ ...almost always... ] because she found that lying just led to more problems that she didn't need in her life. what she did need is a job and she'd take what she could get.

"so where to start, ms. bates." even being new in town [ ...fresh out of wizkayok only two weeks ago...] she knew all about norma bates. the woman seemed to be the talk of the small town with quite a reputation of her own. it was a feeling that she knew all too well. she'd been that way in her own hometown for reasons both in and out of her control. "i've got a rap sheet. disorderly conduct. drugs. domestic dispute. you name it and it's probably there." the brunette deadpanned as she listed off all the things that would show up in a simple 'beenverified' [ ...or whatever background checker the woman used...] would bring up. "i've been dealt a real shit hand in life but haven't we all? i'm not even going to make up excuses." a simple search would also bring up the events of the 1996 wizkayok girls soccer team and the tragedy of the nineteen months they were lost in the canadian wilderness. but that was something that natalie didn't like to discuss. [ ...none of them did. they had a pact...] "but i'm trying to turn my life around, get clean. and how in the hell am i supposed to do that if no one gives me a chance?" she was at her wits end. she had money [ ...blood money for the wrongful events of that fatal accident... ] but she couldn't access it. everything had to go through the damned trustee, and she hated talking to that idiot. "have you ever been there? where no one would give you a chance? if so you'll know that it's frustrating as hell."

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[ @misquigley ] that actually got a husky laugh out of nat. her lips curled into a genuine smile. it was a rare reaction for any interaction with misty quigley. taking the piss out on their former team captain did it. "i didn't think i was being dramatic at all." she sighed [ ...amusement fading as quickly as it began... ] "or dramatic at all. i was just stating the facts." misty just chose to see things in a different light than almost everyone. crystal had been that annoying like that, but no one knew what happened to her. nat would admit that she didn't miss her singing all the time but she didn't wish ill on the girl. she didn't wish it on misty either. she just wished for her to fuck off and leave her alone. "i don't see much use in having a positive attitude until the grim repear brings his sycthe down on all of us." and she didn't intend to. if little miss sunshine wanted to try to act like they were at a pep rally, nat wasn't planning to join her. there was no denying that she was in her lowest state of low. "if you want to try this rallying everyone up sham, go for it. i'm not going to act like we are practicing a goddamn cheerleading practice. and i'm not going to help you in getting anyone else to either." it wasn't like natalie to not want to get out of bed. she was so good at doing her part but these past few days had been hard. she was losing faith. there was no fucking god.

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[ @onebigerror ] nat didn't need mars to babysit her, but she was well aware that's what was happening. to an extent. at least she wasn't as glaringly obvious about it as some of the others. [ ...especially taissa... ] "you know -- " the words were slurred and painfully hard to get out. nat had taken more than a trip or two to that open bar. she wasn't proud of it by any means. she needed to stay sane, and that was the only thing that helped. "you can drink more. i'll be okay. totally sucks here." and it did. it sucked so much. "might help you through this farce of a wedding." unlike mars, she wasn't subtle and just said it out loud. someone nearby [ ...jackie's mother if she remembered correctly - that woman had never liked her ... ] glared at them. with a shrill 'the audacity' -- from 'possibly mrs. taylor' -- nat let out a low cackle. she'd always judged her. now she could suck it.

mars feelings [ ...the love she felt for natalie... ] weren't one-sided. they were complicated. that was the only way she could describe it. mars was her person with or without a label. she didn't like labels and didn't think they were necessary. the other woman seemed to want to have one and that scared nat. she planned to put that off as long as she could. she didn't know what she considered their past intimacy. was it survival or was it more? all she knew was that she was still there with mars every day, and that's the only place she wanted to be. that should say all it needed to say in her opinion. nat also knew that mars was eager to have a 'real kiss' and 'their real first time' even if they'd done all of that in the wilderness. she often said something about it not counting because they had accepted death was around every corner. it counted to natalie. kissing was kissing. fucking was fucking. and she'd willingly done of that with mars. still she'd honor 'real first times' when they got around to it. the shell shock of being home was still there and the last thing nat could think of was intimacy deeper than letting mars curl her body around hers while they slept together every night. right now that met all her needs.

she cringed at the dreaded question. yes she was eating. was she eating enough? not really. it was hard not to have an aversion to food. all she could see were the faces of their dead that they'd eaten to survive. "little bit." some veggies and fruits when she could keep them down. she'd always been small but now she was dangerously frail. she didn't want to talk about it. at least not here. "hey! want to go to that twenty-four out dinner we used to always go to after this? eggs sound good." they didn't really but that would appease mars.

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it really surprised mars when nat didn't pull her hand away. the other teen had never struck her as being affectionate but she supposed that knocking on deaths door certainly changed things. either way, she held on to her friends hand and didn't let go. whether or not the feelings were reciprocated, it felt nice to be this close to natalie. mars was just as scared but like nat and she too was trying her hardest to not break down. there were other survivors that were doing a great job of that already. she wasn't going to fault them for that but she wasn't going to join them either.

mars saw so much in natalie. she'd heard all the rumors and knew that most of them were probably true. yet that didn't change her feelings one bit. natalie was a good person and that was what counted. she'd been dealt a rough hand in life and still, she had fire. nat was a fighter. mars loved her for that and wished that fire could work in her favor during such a desperate time. she wasn't stupid enough to think that any of them were getting out of this alive.

hearing nat's request, mars nodded. it was true, they didn't have much time left but it still didn't make it any easier to hear. if nat needed to feel something real from someone that wanted her, she was happy to oblige. mars was definitely shy but she wasn't clueless. she knew just what her friend was getting at. under any other circumstances she might have been embarrassed to admit it but what did it matter now? "i am. yeah." she'd had her crushes but she'd never gotten to be with a girl before. she hadn't really given it much thought before this but it would be really nice not to die a virgin. "is that okay?" something told her that nat probably didn't care all that much.

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[ @onebigerror ] “yeah. it’s fine. you probably know i’m not.” everyone did. it wasn’t some deep dark secret. “i’ve been with a few guys." not as many as some might think she had. “but never with a woman. i think girls are pretty and all…” nat trailed off. “it’s just something i never gave much thought to.” she sucked in a deep breath. “i’m not opposed. i just don’t know if i’ll be any good.” at least the other girl had nothing to compare it to. she liked mars [ …she just wasn’t sure in what way… ] and mars was in love with her. under normal circumstances it might be construed as using her but not tonight. as far as nat was concerned this might as well be the end of the world for all of them. why not make the best of it? it was just two people who desired one another helping each other. she did know she at least desired mars or she wouldn't be offering.

“i just don’t want to die feeling empty. if you love me like you say you do.” she felt so pathetic. “it will mean something to both of us. it will be real." not superficial [ …or non consenusal… ] like encounters she’d previously had. “i can’t say i love you back. love isn’t easy for me. i’ve never told anyone that i loved them.” aside from parents. her father had been loving up until he changed but her mother had never once told her that she loved her back. gladys had never been much of mother to begin with and nat was sure that her life would be much happier without her. she’d just exist in her hoarded out trailer alone until she died. she wished she could say cared but she didn’t. any love that she’d felt for the woman who had given birth to her had died and been buried long ago with her father. 

“so if you want to.” there wasn't any need for beating around the bush, they both knew what this meant. “we could go back in the plane.” they’d cleared the remaining bodies out the day before. there was still blood but in the dark that could be overlooked. it was safer than venturing into the woods. “there are some blankets in there.” nat laughed but it was more out of discomfort over the whole thing. mars told her she loved her. nat told her she needed to think about it. and now she was asking her to have sex in the plane they’d crashed on. “if this is too weird, i understand.” she looked down at their tightly clasped hands as if they held all the answers.

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@fragmcntdstars closed starter for leon

those were some fighting words and nat was ready to go. zero to one hundred in seconds flat. nostrils flare and cheeks red with fury. “you don’t know him like i do! so you can shut your mouth!” when it came to travis, nat was quick to defend. it didn’t matter that he treated her like shit. she had a connection with him. she knew the real travis. or at least she wanted to believe she did. 

“you’re not being fair. he's not like he is out of spite or hatred. he lost his father and his brother. he wasn't even supposed to be here.” arguing with anyone --especially someone she liked -- and disrupting the fragile peace was treacherous waters [ ... she didn’t care ... ] leon needed to hear what she had to say. especially when it came to travis whom natalie cared for deeply. “take it back!” nat grit her teeth together as she glared daggers through the other teen. no good would come of this but what did it matter when they could die out there any day. what was one stupid fight in the grand scheme of things. at least it gave them something to do. might as well stand up for what she believed. anyone who badmouthed travis needed to see that they were wrong. 

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@fragmcntdstars asked:  ‘ i would rather break the world than lose you . ’ [ ...nica... ]

MISCELLANEOUS QUOTES status : accepting!!

nat’s lips curled into her first genuine smile in weeks. things were bleak and there wasn’t much to smile about. fall was rapidly approaching winter [ … the yellowjackets second one in the canadian wilderness … ] so there was very little happiness to be found in anything. the bond with the others had quickly deteriorated -- with some more rapidly than others -- but never with nica. she was sure that was a bond that was built to withstand anything [ … even her fleeting relationship with travis that she’d been so sure of in the beginning …]. maybe it was just because they were siblings. nat couldn’t help herself from feeling like it was so much more than that. 

“well the good news is you don’t have to break anything. not even the fucked up world.” no, that was already broken to begin with. it had been since the day she was born and she was sure that it would be long after she died. she was looking just as sickly as the rest of them but nat was strong and the wilderness hadn't broken her yet. she was determined to survive. “you can’t lose me because i’m not going anywhere.” it was a promise that she couldn’t keep [ … none of them could … ]  but it felt nice to say. it felt almost normal. “it’s lame but do you want to do a stupid pinky swear or something?” the words were accompanied by a soft chuckle and a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. nat was worried but trying not to let it show. 

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@araneorum closed starter for jamie

nat was always down to do something ridiculous. her life was pointless anyway so what did it matter? anything to keep from dying of boredom in wizkayok. she didn’t even care if she got in trouble. it wasn’t like she had anyone to answer to. gladys wasn’t a real mother. she just sat around their hoarded trailer all day watching lifetime movies. about the most parenting the woman did was yelling at her for the stupidest things while she was at home. she knew the old bat didn't really want her there and nat took every opportunity she could to bail. [ ... especially now that drake seemed to be hanging around a lot more  ... ]

“sure. i’m in.” she didn’t even need any convincing. she took the last drag of her cigarette and tossed it on the ground without even bothering to put it out. maybe it would cause a fire and the dumb bleachers they were under would catch on fire. that would be more entertainment than this town ever saw. it didn’t happen of course, as soon as it landed on the grass it was snuffed out and that dream ended. “what do you have in mind?” there was no soccer practice that day and that would mean nat would be left to find something to do in order to avoid going home. at least this time she’d have some company while being a menace to society. it didn't surprise her one bit that it would be jamie byers. the other teenager lived for trouble just as much as she did.

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